 Number 5. =) Wowza!
After having being scared by one of those horrible jarveys' and their equally horrible vocabulary, Willow finally found Aimee's cage in a corner. "I hope you apprecciate what I do for you, kid." Kid? Aimee the Puffskein was NOT a kid. "Furball, I mean." Cough. Placing herself in the floor in a way that she was facing the puffskein's cage, Willow put on her gloves and like usual, took out the puffskein, so it could stretch its legs. It did have legs, right?
Well, that didn't really matter.
"So I asked Cerulean to send me muggle animal food," started Willow once again, watching the little thing nibbling on her shoelaces. Ew. She would have to get rid off that later. "And she did. Would you like some? It probably doesn't taste as good as cookies, cheese or anything like that, though." Of course it didn't, but whatever. Aimee had better like it, too. Taking out a little beige bowl, and then added some of the muggle food for animal on it, before pushing it to Aimee. The little puffskein sniffed it a couple of times -Willow raised one of her eyebrows at this- and then started to it, the same humming sound coming out from it.
That was it. She would just have to go to the library and find out what that was.
And she was going to do it now.
"Aimee, I¡ll be back. I have to go to the library." Placing her quickly inside the cage and leaving the bowl with food with her, the girl grabbed her messenger bag and headed to the library.
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