New girl just moved into her apartment. Half of her belongings are still in boxes, but moving her bed and couch in there was exhausting enough for her. Perhaps try and say hi to the new girl in town?

// I like the people following back, but I am too shy to interact. Aaa, what do I do? What shall I message you? 👉👈

Maybe he should communicate that before she sees some stranger holding her belongings while standing at the door. Wouldn't want to make a wrong impression on an act of kindness ~

With hands in her pocket, the girl pouts at some of the boxes. Moving takes a lot of effort, and oddly enough she didn't seem to have friends with her to help. The voice of the other had her ears perk up. Seeing the other, she looked behind her just to make sure he spoke to her.

She can feel something burning on her ass. Respectfully or not, she can definitely feel someone looking.

// "If someone talks bad about you behind your back, it just means you're ahead of them." some personal drama kept me busy, and I'll be busy this weekend maybe tomorrow I might have some time for rp but feel free to message me ! ^^;

𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖕 𝖈𝖆𝖙 𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖘

did they just change the dm UI ? I always like seeing the lil profile pic next to every message it adds character

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It appears the man cat got a liking to the cat girl. Careful or she might glomp him.

"Oh, ah, yea, I just moved here! The apartment was suddenly available, so I just had to finally move out. I was just a bit too overzealous with taking all my stuff." A toothy grin was aimed at the other. The acknowledgement of her being new made her happy, after a day of moving.

Her ears perked up, following the source of the sound. Someone's approaching her. She was looking at him before he even came from around the corner. Was he there for her? The boxes in front of her apartment might be a bit in the way.

She gave the towering figure a smile. Flustered by him, she swats her hair out of her face, just for it to fall back in front of her. "Marisol. Uh, that's my name. Marisol is my name. Did I- uh ..Did I make too much noise moving everything?"

She would eventually have to notice someone was looking at her rear. Those feline senses almost made it seem like she has eyes in the back of her head. Her emerald iris could be seen peeking from behind her hair, over her shoulder. Did she spot the onlooker?

The moment he mentioned dinner she palms her forehead. Looking down at her boxes and then up at the man, she let out what could be interpreted as somewhat of a nervous chuckle. "I haven't done groceries. I'd love help, but I can't really offer you anything for your kindness."