Chittentown... Sucked really, Eridia hated the place, she wouldn't even consider going there unless she had a client-- which sadly she had. The meeting was cut short though, when the highblood noticed her gerbil wasn't feeling well. This happened a few days back, which she didn't care much of it as she thought it wasn't anything serious. But when he started feeling sick, Eridia thought she could handle the situation by feeding it an excessive amount of candy and any other sweets she could find, only to make the situation worst.
She didn't know what to do about it. How exactly do you treat a space gerbil?
"How do you even take care of a regular one?!"One of her drones reminded the lavenderblood that Dauphin, her lovable and destructive gerbil, had an appointment, so it was better to take him before he felt worst. It was a long way to get there but with enough persuasions and threats, she got there. Cradling her sick pet in her arm, being careful not to strain her limb. The split was already a thing she had to wear until she recovered. The highblood would've knocked on the door or pressed the doorbell but, again, her nerves were still healing. So they knocked promptly waiting for an answer.
"YOU KNOW WHAT? I'LL HANDLE THIS." She glared at her drone.
"HELLO? ANYONE IN THERE? I'M HERE FOR AN APPOINTMENT!" She yelled, hoping she'd be helped soon.
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