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>>12698739
>you pull the fur collar of your short cloak up towards your cheeks to warm up a bit as the night breeze can get a little nippy. Hooking your helmet to the small of your back via a belt, you start making your way towards to grand docks to enjoy the night market. Feeling a little bit intoxicated and in the mood for something stronger than ale you smile softly to yourself thinking "Im in town for a few more days I might as well enioy myself while I'm here."
>The path you need to take winds around the side of the tavern through a moonlit alleyway. In the corner of your eye you spot a small red ember glowing brightly, but you can't see the source of it so you lean forward to investigate. You hear a meak and inquisitive meow come from the shadow. A figure leans forwards slightly revealing a whiskered mouth and nose smoking a small rolled cigarette. He reaches up with his paw and flicks his ash out, stepping forward you're shocked to see the little kitten from before smoking a short cigarette. You squat down to eye level with the little guy and start asking him some questions in feline.
>The little kit is surprised to learn you know feline and informs you that he's on his smoke break and about to end his shift. He wipes sweat from his brow with his little paw, wiping it on his dirty apron. You inquire about his age to which he replies with a sharp meow. "I'm 19 jackass, I'm just the smallest and youngest of my clan." you quickly assure him that you meant no offense. Obviously a little child wouldn't be working a dish pit and smoking, no that would be silly. You tell him that you're planning on going down to the docks for more drinks and if he knows any good food stands or little izakaya shacks to stop at. The kit flicks his cigarette to the cobblestone and tells you to wait here while he finishes his shift up, assuring it would only be minutes. Five minutes later the small tortieshell cat strolls out wearing a small tunic and a leather shoulder purse. CONT?

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>>3718252
my Mcdonalds got wise to my scheme.
>We can't do that
>mfw

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