" . . . " A curious side eye summarizes her character, then abruptly shuts with a sigh pushing through soon after. " Moge-ko's the name. She catches people. She hears 'em out. And then, she disposes of 'em. It's tough work - but someone's gotta do the dirty jobs. . . "

I am yander

🍮[Headmistress during the day] 🍮[Chaotic witch all the time] 🍮[Adventurers beware] 🍮[She will show no mercy]

Mogeko Caslte mentioned

" No "

“ Why don’t you make me. “

" Oh ? It's official ? " Knuckle to her chin. She's plotting.

“ Hmm. “ His statement goes ignored as she scratches her chin, eyes rolling left and right like she’s searching for an answer in the sky. “ Mmmm, you think I should stab you thirteen times or fourteen ? Fourteen’s nice and even, but thirteen is an unlucky number. “

If he moves that arm, he gets bitten. It is cat God’s wish that he not fucking move from his position so she can get some damn rest. Honestly, does he have ANY idea how hard it is being as powerful as her ?

Excuse him, she does not ask for anything more than the bare minimum. Constant worship, free food, a good source of getting out her violent necessities, the occasional head fluffing, etc. Somehow, he barely meets these.

// Your local murder cat advocate has graduated