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Astrid’s tails, caught in a subconscious pattern of lashing back and forth, froze suddenly. “Brisa was…? What do you—” But Starr wasn’t done yet. Oh well. It probably wasn’t important. “Fucking, I don’t know! Talk to me like a normal person! Stop attacking my friends, maybe! It’s like you...

“Y—” Nope. Astrid caught herself. She wasn’t going to get very far by lobbying charges against this girl, right? Taking a deep, heated breath through her nose, she began again. “…This team is straddling a very thin line. We have a common goal to save a world, but, but some of us can’t even get...

One or two hairs on the back of Starr’s neck were beginning to rise, matching Astrid’s. Subconscious, probably, but still. Starr felt it too. “I… know. I’ve seen it,” Astrid said, turning to face her. A hint of accusation here, a hint of disdain there. Her mask was fucking crumbling...

“I’ve never fought for sport before. For fun, sure, but never in front of a crowd or, or against set opponents or anything like that,” Astrid admitted to the window. She felt Starr’s gaze digging into the back of her neck, but she’d already come this far. “I imagine it’s less personal that way.”

Astrid flicked an ear right back. “You tell me. I haven’t fought her yet.”

Not for the first time around Starr, Astrid felt like another creature entirely. Maybe because she was exactly that at heart—not human, unlike the Litten standing before her. Of course she couldn’t relate. Her mind wandered briefly to the only human she (truly) knew. What would Sage have...

‘Bob.’ Kind of adorable. Astrid wasn’t about to say it, though. Leaving Stoney on the bed to sit still in peace, she rifled through her bag for her badge. A few pawprints-on-a-touchscreen later, and she’d pulled up a list. She’d created it less than an hour ago; it was titled Team Bonding...

Her eyes were serious. Astrid possessed no shame. “Stoney.”

Oh. Instantly, Astrid felt stupid for being the one to bring it up. I could’ve been feeding mine this whole time…? Why didn’t I try that? She withdrew it from her bag, which slunk to the ground upon being freed of the lump’s weight. The stockpile of orans she had were old and dry, but they would...

Another reflexive response. “Probably so.” Astrid had just begun to fascinate herself with the floor pattern when she spotted something. Movement adjacent to Starr that she first thought was her tail, but then realized was another entity entirely: the Useless Lump. Heavy Lump? Whichever one was...

Still looking out the window, Astrid spoke. “Oh, okay. Cool.” Then she processed. Starr was her roomate. One of her roomates. Whatever. Starr was her roomate. Alright then. Astrid felt a primal urge to bury her face into her pillow. It took all of her discipline to remain stationary in spite...

What a day. Step after step down the paved roads led Astrid to the guild—where she would be living. Thank goodness for that. She was tired of the dojo. There were memories there that she would cherish, but the thought of moving into a prestigious guild was too alluring. She could bunk up with a...