Zash leaned back in her chair and gazed sleepily at the ceiling, rubbing her bracelets absent-mindedly and ignoring Tulak's meowing. "That cat drinks too much coffee," she mumbled to herself.
*this cat is also hungry* Tulak grumbled. *and i don't like the smell of cinnamon. why does the shop smell like it anyway?*
Zash ignored him and opened her book again, wondering if anybody would come into the bookshop soon.
*this cat is also hungry* Tulak grumbled. *and i don't like the smell of cinnamon. why does the shop smell like it anyway?*
Zash ignored him and opened her book again, wondering if anybody would come into the bookshop soon.