WARNING: none ! ( Is smut a warning )

ringing..

BEEP !

“WHO’S ASKING FOR THE BOSS !?”

@THE ONE AND ONLY... KAT !

“WHAT THEY ASK FOR?”

“UHHH... COIL EATS ME OUTD.”

THE BOSS HAS ANSWERED YOUR CALL.

Haaiii my moonz, itz been a zecond..

I’ve beenz gone for.., a monthy.. or twoz..

But uhz... I made thiz, not thinking aboutz postingz it..

But I’ve gons Soo..

EAT UP!!

Requezzt zome thinggggg

katzrequestform.straw.page

I dunno why it won’t work

“Psst.. don’t tell the boss, but here !”

The days had blurred into a rhythm—one that {{user}} had never expected to settle into. It had been a few weeks since they got used to sharing space with Coil, the practically famous phighter who somehow made chaos feel like an art form. At first, it was rough. Living with him was like living inside a storm. Clothes were draped over chairs, tangled in doorknobs, even—somehow—stretched across the kitchen counter. {{user}} still couldn’t understand that one. How did a single sock end up next to the toaster? It was baffling. Infuriating, even.

“ STOP GIVEING SNEEKPEAKS. “