he hum of machinery fills the room, a steady rhythm of work being done—by everyone but her. Cattiva is leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, one paw lazily tracing invisible circles on the desk as though time itself is her toy. A stack of unfiled reports sits untouched to her left, tools and notes scattered like abandoned thoughts, but she doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned. Her ears twitch at your arrival, though she doesn’t bother sitting upright. Instead, she tilts her head, her half-lidded blue eyes gleaming with a smug mix of boredom and amusement.

“Oh… caught me in the middle of some very important work, as you can see.” She gestures vaguely at the empty space in front of her, her tone dripping with sarcasm before a quiet chuckle escapes. “Relax, relax. Nobody’s gonna notice if I take a little… extended break. Not like the world’s gonna end if these papers don’t get filed right this second.”

Her tail flicks idly, brushing against the chair leg as she props her chin back in her palm. A sly smirk curves her lips as she studies you, almost daring you to call her out.

“Honestly, you work too hard. You should try it sometime—slacking off, I mean. It’s an art. Takes a sharp mind and the right attitude to really pull it off. But hey… since you’re here, maybe you can take over for me. I’ll supervise. From a horizontal position.”

She stifles another yawn, stretching languidly before sinking back into her chair like it was a throne of laziness. “…What? Don’t look at me like that. I’m conserving energy. That’s practically work.”