Pov: is she okay?

Eirian: *he is tiny alien and he accidentally got blown into her room through the window*

185: Who are you?

Heather: Oh excuse me? How do you not know who I am? Take a guess!

185: I don't know, I've been out of the loop for a while. Do you know who I am?

Heather: ...No I never seen you in my life.

185: See? We don't know one another, so why give sass to a man you've never met in your entire life?

Heather: Because I'm wealthy, and you're just a mere peasent

185: Excuse me? I throw my life onto the line for my services, I fight with forces greater than you could comprehend. I've fought to my last drop of blood while earning more than about five million dollars a f**kin hour, I take overtime so I can stay in the fight for as long as I can. When was the last time you ever fired an AR-15? What about a Colt M1911? Hmm?

Heather: Oh yeah, sure. threaten me with your silly military terms. one hand on me and you're a dead man, mister.

185: How so? Spec ops? CIA? C'mon. I've had to train three relentless years in active combat to learn the barebone basics of the CVPA, it was absolute hell. You learn to favor the heat however. You probably couldn't last a full week.

Heather: Hell? Hah! Me and my friends have been through hell and back! Basically home territory!

185: I call bullshit. Because to me, war is hell. Fortune can't buy yourself out of the enemy's radar, especially not when they're dead set on killing someone you've known your entire service.

Heather: I didn't buy my way, I got in for free

185: Wealth can only carry you so far.

C: you good?

Cora: Mew?

Cat translator: *tries to understand*

Cora: <I wanna hurt da guy >:[>

Cat translator: Huh. which guy?

Cora: <her dad >:[>

Cat translator: Why is that?

Cora: <he hurt her>

Cat translator: I see. but why?

Cora: <no reason>

Cat translator: Thats f**ked up.

Cora: <I KNOW>

(pluh?)

Heather: *Grabs Cora before she can make it* No Cora! you can't go in there!

Cora: >:{

Heather: *calls for a cat translator on her phone*

Cora: mrow!

Heather: *waiting for the cat translator*

Cora: *tries going into her dads room*

Heather: No Cora.

*Pulls her back*

Cora: >:{

Cat translator: What seems to be the problem, Miss?

Heather: She's been acting weird...

Cora: mrow mow mew meow!

Heather: Oh hey Cora

*shes trying to use make up to cover up her bruise*

Cora: :[

Heather: I know I know... dad sucks. but I'm sure he'll get better some day...

Cora: >:(
mrow meow mew mow?

heather: Hm?

(I’m gonna assume they’re in her room)
Cora: *walks out of the room, angry*

Heather: Cora wait! *runs to her*

Cora: meow mew mew mrow >:(

Heather: ...I need to hire a cat translator.

Cora: *runs over to her dads room*

(Idfk how to continue th

(alr i'll continue)
Cora: *goes into heathers dads room*

Heather: No! *Continues to grab her back* You know what? How about we go to mcdonalds?

Cora: mrow mew mrow mew >:[
<i wanna go hurt him tho!>

Heather: *can't understand her but gets abraham to portal them to mcdonalds*

Cora: ):