Nekoni
Always Sick
Miya peeked out from the bathroom after finishing her fourth soda of the day and wandered across the home in concern, her green eyes looking down each hall cautiously "Where....did everyone go?" she called out quietly in the empty home, clinging onto the dampened towel tightly.
The hybrid entered Tommy's room, running on her her slender legs, rummaging through a half opened dresser that wasn't open before. She began dragging out one of his T-shits and slipping it on. The clothing was long enough to count as a short dress, it hung on her loosely but covered her better, and with less hassle than the towel. Miya discarded the wet towel in the the basket in the corner of his room, mimicking what Tommy did before "Three points..." Miya sat on the couch in the room, and poked at the remote as she waited for her master to return, turning on the T.V in a blaring noise.
The hybrid entered Tommy's room, running on her her slender legs, rummaging through a half opened dresser that wasn't open before. She began dragging out one of his T-shits and slipping it on. The clothing was long enough to count as a short dress, it hung on her loosely but covered her better, and with less hassle than the towel. Miya discarded the wet towel in the the basket in the corner of his room, mimicking what Tommy did before "Three points..." Miya sat on the couch in the room, and poked at the remote as she waited for her master to return, turning on the T.V in a blaring noise.