You know I'm not good with words. Just shut up and retweet this.

seems things are rather quiet.

did the soldier miss the cat?

awe, isn’t he sweet. how has he been?

she thinks all the time or rather most if that’s how he wants to see it. she’s been good. alive.

it’s far too early for anything..

black cat crosses your path. what do you do?

the right reaction. all should take notes.

a small spring of robberies have littered the city, barely noticed by NYPD due to their insignificance. eyes turned to the larger criminals that need attention. she’s not hurting anyone after all. where’s the harm?

// I will be on here and there. writing is a hobby of mine and i miss my baby girl. please be patient with me if you want to interact. ty 🖤

don’t / flatter / yourself, solider boy. ” the feline leans back on the window sill, he may need to fix the lock. “ just a cat passing along some information. “ with that a flash drive is tossed his direction.

to the kid who tried to pickpocket her earlier—you need more practice. “

would it help if an item went missing? take his mind off things? consider it her own creative block (boredom.) she’ll return it, of course. she just needed a challenge.

no offense taken. give her / reputation / or the last time she borrowed from him, she certainly doesn’t blame him. it’s nothing major, just a little gadget he seemed to have scrapped. felicia is still trying to piece it back together. like she stated: boredom.

that’s the spirit! after all…. there are quite a few places he may need help on. not that she’s criticizing his security, but that’s exactly what she’s doing. also does he want his gadget back? it looks to be a jammer of sorts.