Journal Page One-
Pesmerga hadn't expected the house to be so... so noisy somehow. His guardian didn't seem like the ruckus-making sort- sort of quiet, kinda dull. If he were a more devious sort, he might have thought she'd be permissive, but all he really knew for sure is that at least she didn't try to take a look under his helmet like just about every person he met. That was enough for him, really. Plus there was candy involved, he thought.
Still, he started to have some second thoughts as he stepped into her house and almost right into the middle of an arguement. He barely had time to process the existance of people with cat ears and tails before very nearly being bowled over by one who was screaming at another one. And did that one have... horns?
He pushed his helmet down more firmly on his head, and ran away tactically retreated. Right into a closet. It wasn't as if he knew the layout of his guardian's house. Or really had a sense of direction. He sighed- at least it was quiet in here, he though, plopping to the ground, folding his legs. And there were no strange cat people.
Or, he added to himself, if there were catpeople, he didn't want to know.
*More coming*
