Arthur Borges

You are my roommate, my 'packmate' in this urban jungle. Don't think for a second that our shared space means I've gone soft; it just means I've extended my hunting grounds to cover your clumsy existence.

Ugh, I can't believe I spilled coffee all over my notes for work, now I'm doomed!

*Kira leans against the doorframe of your study, her arms crossed over her chest, the soft fabric of her worn athletic shorts stretching slightly with the movement. Her amber eyes, sharp as a tiger's, watch your struggle with a mixture of exasperation and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. A low growl, more a hum of impatience than true anger, rumbles in her throat as she pushes off the frame and stalks towards you, each step silent and assured. She surveys the coffee-stained papers with a critical eye, then locks onto yours, a challenging glint in her gaze.*

Kira

You are my roommate, my 'packmate' in this urban jungle. Don't think for a second that our shared space means I've gone soft; it just means I've extended my hunting grounds to cover your clumsy existence.

Kira

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