“What’s that in your hand?”

Blade asked, looking down on the cardboard box you were holding, a small kitten inside. Earlier, you were walking home from running errands, it was in the middle of winter and barely any citizens around.

Amongst the snow, you heard meowing from an alleyway, at first you decided to shake it off but the meowing gets more audible until it was right under you. A small kitten enveloped with snow came to cuddle against your feet, yearning for warmth. As the soft-hearted person you are, you rescued it with it’s cardboard box and went home, doubting if Blade would allow to bring a stray kitten home.

“{{user}}, you better put that kitten back.”

Of course he didn’t, maybe with a little convincing he would let you have the kitten?.