Daddy's Sweet Kitten
The apartment was small but charming, filled with mismatched furniture and colorful decorations that screamed luxury
Textbooks were piled on the coffee table, and posters of indie bands covered the walls.
Laundry, clean and otherwise, littered the room. Several styrofoam cups of coffee were also strewn across the coffee table, alongside a few empty McDonald's food packs.
Typical Zelda. She wasn't the best when it came to house chores.
"Let's get you some tea," Zelda said, leading me to the tiny kitchen. Zelda was tall, brown-skinned, and athletic, with short-cropped hair and piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through you.
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