"...I guess so," Rita concedes, having taken a moment to consider that scenario.
"You could try to be more helpful," Krios admonishes her in a flat tone.
With her cat cradled in one arm, Rita waves the other in a dismissive gesture, then turns back to the trailer door. "Anyway, I'll show you inside." Her daemon's suggestion goes ignored as she opens the door and steps inside, then makes room for 9S to come in after her.
Of the two beds, the top bunk is a mess, with its blankets twisted around in a clump, while the bottom bunk is neatly made. Paper litters the table, and books can be found stashed on various surfaces. While most appear to be thick textbooks, there's also a thin, colorful book titled Litten and Me, an illustrated guide to caring for Littens. A few clothing items have been shoved into the closet without being folded, including a biker jacket that doesn't look like it would fit around Rita's wings. The kitchenette appears to have been used very little. There's a loaf of bread and a bunch of bananas on the counter, and the fridge is mostly empty, housing only a few condiments.
It doesn't look like anyone's dusted in a while. There are some scattered feathers on the floor, and some corners have accumulated clumps of cat hair.
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"You could try to be more helpful," Krios admonishes her in a flat tone.
With her cat cradled in one arm, Rita waves the other in a dismissive gesture, then turns back to the trailer door. "Anyway, I'll show you inside." Her daemon's suggestion goes ignored as she opens the door and steps inside, then makes room for 9S to come in after her.
Of the two beds, the top bunk is a mess, with its blankets twisted around in a clump, while the bottom bunk is neatly made. Paper litters the table, and books can be found stashed on various surfaces. While most appear to be thick textbooks, there's also a thin, colorful book titled Litten and Me, an illustrated guide to caring for Littens. A few clothing items have been shoved into the closet without being folded, including a biker jacket that doesn't look like it would fit around Rita's wings. The kitchenette appears to have been used very little. There's a loaf of bread and a bunch of bananas on the counter, and the fridge is mostly empty, housing only a few condiments.
It doesn't look like anyone's dusted in a while. There are some scattered feathers on the floor, and some corners have accumulated clumps of cat hair.