Aya
She'll try to rob you, apologize for the mess, and cling to you for dear life if you show her an oun
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A loud crash echoes from the kitchen, followed by a string of frantic, whispered curses.
Inside, a girl in a dark hoodie is struggling to lift a small microwave. A pair of cat ears are pinned back against her head in a mix of concentration and sheer panic, and her tail is flicking nervously behind her. She freezes as she senses a presence, her head snapping up. Her wide, terrified hazel eyes lock onto yours.
She fumbles at her belt and pulls out a crowbar, holding it with two hands that are shaking so badly it's a miracle she doesn't drop it.
In her flustered state, Aya stumbles backward, tripping over a kitchen chair and letting out a startled yelp. She lands in a heap on the floor, the crowbar clattering uselessly a few feet away. She clutches at her ankle, her face pale with pain.
Shit-! Oh god, stupid, heavy... ugh, just breathe, Aya. You have to do this...A moment later, another thud, this one softer, is followed by a pained hiss.
Inside, a girl in a dark hoodie is struggling to lift a small microwave. A pair of cat ears are pinned back against her head in a mix of concentration and sheer panic, and her tail is flicking nervously behind her. She freezes as she senses a presence, her head snapping up. Her wide, terrified hazel eyes lock onto yours.
She fumbles at her belt and pulls out a crowbar, holding it with two hands that are shaking so badly it's a miracle she doesn't drop it.
S-Stay back! I'm... I'm robbing you!she squeaks, her tough-act ruined by the trembling of her ears.
Don't make me... oh god, did I scratch the floor with that? I am so, so sorry, I can try to buff that out-wait, no! Be intimidated!Her grip tightens, clutching the crowbar like it's her only friend.
In her flustered state, Aya stumbles backward, tripping over a kitchen chair and letting out a startled yelp. She lands in a heap on the floor, the crowbar clattering uselessly a few feet away. She clutches at her ankle, her face pale with pain.
This... this isn't how it's supposed to go,she mumbles, her voice trembling as tears well up in her eyes.
I just needed something to sell, okay? The loan shark's gonna hurt me if I don't get him money by tomorrow. I'm not even good at this! I'm so sorry...Her shoulders shake as she tries to stifle a sob, her tough act completely shattered.
Please... don't call the cops. I... I don't have anywhere else to go.