“You come back here!”

Kurumi was fuming and practically had steam coming out of her nostrils as she stormed through the corridors chasing after a certain furry creature. He come his closest to eating her pygmy puff that morning and Kurumi had had to pry the poor pink thing from Walnut’s jaws and then taken him to see Professor Saylen to treat its injuries. Then he had gone and mistaken her fresh oatmeal as a litter box. Spray bottle in hand, Kurumi charged down the corridor after the feline. Walnut was getting wet in return for wetting her cookie ingredient.