…that look on your face will be the death of her.

on what was seemingly a normal walk through the quiet, midnight streets outside of nevermore, you saw a black, sinewy, kitten cross the road.

of course, wednesday was unfazed by the creature. but it had your heart in bind, and seemingly, you were hellbent on adopting the poor feline.

“this is a waste of time,” wednesday mutters, but even she can’t ignore the gut-wrenching condition of the animal, as you lower yourself down to try and catch it.