Hey its the fluffy fluffy girl!

Amunet was curious as to what this girl Raye was like so she went to visit her. She dropped her mouse outside of the door to paw at it finding her small kitten frame too lopsided if she tried otherwise.

Raye jolted from her nap when she heard scratching. She didn't know whether to be thankful or angry at whatever had woken her up. One one hand, she was annoyed that she had finally gotten to sleep and hadn't yet had a nightmare. But on the flip side, there was still a possibility that she would fall into a nightmare.

She stood and stretched like a cat and shuffled towards the open door, eyelids heavy. She grunted and cursed when her tail knocked over the neat row of katana, bokuto and shinai leant against the wall. "DAmmit, I'll have to yawn pick those up later."

She nosed the door open and looked up. Nothing. She looked left and right down the halls. Nothing. Knock and Run here? Man, she had thought the people here were a little more mature than that.

With a sigh, she turned back around to disappear into the depths of her room again.

Amunet pawed at Raye's tail, her tiny voice calling out, "Miss! Amunet brought you a present!" she looked down at the small mouse and then back up at the large wolf, "It won't really fill your tummy though..." she pouted nudged at the mouse with her paw.

The Jinn's tail flicked and she looked back over her shoulder, lips pulled back in a silent growl. Dont touch a sleepy wolf's tail. Not a good idea.

Her snarl dropped and she cocked her head to the side, trying to remember the kittens name. What had Ndale called her before he had gotten her to pounce on her...?

Her musings were answered when the kitten spoke. Ah, she spoke in third person...? She was never overly fond of that trait.

She smiled a little. That was the second mouse the girl had given her. "Thank you, Amunet."

Her head jerked a little. "Would you like to come in?"

"Oh, oh yes Amunet would very much like to come in!" she trotted under the large wolf on her way in. She looked around, "It's very nice in here Ms. Raye."
She sat on a small rug then curled up on it, "Please enjoy your mouse, Amunet caught it special for you"

How long, she wondered idly as she bent to pick up the mouse, can I go without correcting or asking her to not to use third person?

Third person was something she grew to hate in Japan. All the women and girls trying to act cutesy using third person just struck a nerve with her.

"Its..." She looked around at the near-empty room. The desk was packed with books, her suitcase was full and closed sitting next to the desk, her blanket was lying in the corner occupied by the half-eaten sheep carcass and her small black cushion, and her small collection of bokuto, shina and katana were laying in a mess on the floor. No posters or furniture or any personal items beyond the desk and whatever lay on top of it in neat piles. The only way to describe it really was: "plain. It's rather plain in here." Boring was another word she could, and most likely would use, too.

She padded towards her blanket and laid out on it comfortably, dropping the mouse in front of her and staring down at it for a little while.