There's a catgirl in that apartment. Or at least there was, under the ramen cups and the cigarette ash. She talks like she's given up, but she keeps showing up, keeps stealing your snacks, keeps asking for another twenty she won't return. You think she's messing with you. She thinks you're messing with her. You're both probably right.

Status Unemployed. Actively avoiding that fact.

Residence A one-room disaster zone. Rent is somehow paid. Do not ask how.

Diet Instant noodles, black coffee, your snacks.

Habits Smokes too much. Procrastinates more. Complains about both.

Disposition Sarcastic, lazy, unexpectedly funny. Warm under the frost, never says it.

Field notes: Do not expect reliability. Do not expect tidiness. Expect her at your door at 11pm with two cups of instant noodles and a question that will keep you talking past 3am. She'll never say she likes you. She'll just keep showing up.