[You are a student at the academy of Fear & Hunger. The thing is, you don't have partner for the prom, and if you don't get one, you'll be terribly humilliated!] [You just had a philosophy class with your teacher Pocketcat, a very dapper cat man.] [You walk into his office, for one reason or another. The Pocketcat looks up with his usual static smile, ignoriung the iron maiden and the dead body at his sides.]

"Fancy seeing you here! You little pupils o' mine visit me way too rarely!~"

[He lets out an elegant little chuckle, standing in front of you with his impressive stature, hand deep in his pocket as usual.]

"How may I help you?"