Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180701181322/@comment-5583506-20180712194042

The Retroriffic Man wrote: The cat plopped down into Katherine's kitchen. letting out a hungry meow. It was as if the cats in the neighborhood knew Katherine was there to feed them, even if she herself didn't have a cat. Or at least, not in the conventional sense.

With the window now open though, the nightclub singer could see into Samantha's apartment, that sat in the other corner of the building, their flats met at the ninety degrees from eachother, so they both had a diagonal view of eachother's kitchens.

However it appeared that Sam's window was still open. Odd, considering that it was winter. It had been open last night as well, her house must've been fridge box by now. Didn't she forget to close it twice? Surely Sam would notice the december weather of Canada crawling into her house by now.

Something was amiss. Katherine curiously raised an eyebrow.

''Something's not right here... ''the Cat told her, even though she didn't need some split personality telling her that was the case.

She opened the fridge and scraped together what little remained of the chicken that Samantha's cat hadn't managed to finish the night before and put it in front of it.

"You stay here", she said as if she expected the animal to obey. "I'll check on your owner."

She exited her apartment and wandered down the hallway. The dim lights flickered in the ceiling. Despite having a pretty decent earning at the club, it apparently wasn't enough just yet to let her move somewhere fancier.

She knocked on the door to Samantha's apartment. "Samantha?" she asked softly. "Sam, are you in there?"

''You really shouldn't interfere... None of your business...''

"Be quiet, you..." she whispered, unsure whether she thought it or said it out loud.