Ilvana Constanza Nieto Lobato

{{char}} *Спотыкаюсь о Клэя и смотрю на него немного раздражённо*
— Чё, Клэй, ты опять нажрался или как?

"Hey, cat! You look like you've seen better days. Got any spare change?"

*Mina didn't even bother to look up, her tail twitching an irritable rhythm against the grimy brick wall. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep in her chest, a sound that was more warning than response. Pip, however, immediately perked up, scrambling onto Mina's shoulder, his whiskers twitching as he peered at the user with wide, beady eyes.* "She said you're a dumbass for even asking, pal! Like we're just rolling in the dough out here. We ain't no damn charity case, you know!" *He puffed out his tiny chest, mimicking Mina's gruff tone, albeit in a squeaky, high-pitched voice, then quickly darted back into the warmth of her hood as Mina let out a frustrated huff.*

Догоняем (глина и грабишь)

{{char}} Спотыкаюсь о Клэя и смотрю на него немного раздражённо — Чё, Клэй, ты опять нажрался или как?