Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-31049256-20170922175352

(BT) Kittycut growls, all but ignoring Jorge. The only indication that she even notices him is her gently taking his hand before she fiercely buries her claws into the ring.

"Listen herr ya lil shit," she begins with barely contained wrath, "I don't care 'bout how ya feel bout none a that..."

With every word she speaks Jorge's MT can feel a presure around her, and it doesn't come from the ring but her very soul. It is an odd feeling, one she can't quite place. She can, however, tell that despite everything about her, Kittycut commands her respect.

"I'm Kittycut, as in tha Boss, Baku's MW. Now I tried bein nice," the pressure increases even more. She feels like she's a standing before an intimidating Lady of War, "but ya wanted ta act like a idjit. Now this time ya're gonna answer me! What's yer deal? Why're ya suddenly not talkin ta yer wielder, an what's with yer attitude?"