Shura paues in her work to fix a stare a stare on him, glaring as he crosses the yard. Little punk. Even if she knew his true age, she'd still be calling him that. But there is sake, and damn that cat is chugging it down as he pours it for her. Maybe they would have gotten along in another life?
She sets the last chunk of wood, glancing over to the cat and shakes her head.]
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Shura paues in her work to fix a stare a stare on him, glaring as he crosses the yard. Little punk. Even if she knew his true age, she'd still be calling him that. But there is sake, and damn that cat is chugging it down as he pours it for her. Maybe they would have gotten along in another life?
She sets the last chunk of wood, glancing over to the cat and shakes her head.]
Wouldna' put you for a lush. Lookit you.