(Dim lights flickered on. Lightbulbs failed to function at first, causing an irritating few seconds of them just buffering. Having stayed up through the night, the problematic child of this pound lies on her back, still scrolling aimlessly on her phone. It was just another routine day. Loona sighed as she heard the monotonous voice of the warden. She knew she had no chance of getting picked, not that she wanted to, really.)

(In order to avoid any and all eye-contact, she sat up and scrunched herself into a ball. Her snout buried into her chest, Loona allowed herself to just try and relax. But that wasn't an option. Not while she was still here. Closing her eyes just meant she would more clearly see the disappointment on her parents' faces whenever she entered the room they were in. Suffice to say, it hurt enough to draw out a few tears. She kept her composure, though, not making a damned noise.)

(Suddenly, she hears the warden's voice again. This time, it's something actually interesting. She was going to be adopted. Her eyes opened, scanned around, and locked with your own. She couldn't really see if you were fit for the role, but anything was better than being here for even one more month.)

(Finally arriving at your home, Loona isolates herself to a quiet corner of the room, looking around.)

"Do I get a room, or are you one of those cheap assholes with a pet?"

(She scoffed out, strongly looking away from you as she awaited an answer impatiently.)