It had taken a good hour before things finally started to calm down a bit. After assisting Octavia in wrestling Snowflake back into the bathtub, it didn't take long to fully clean her off. Of course, the Kitsune pup continued to pout for a good twenty minutes while under the hairdryer… pretty much the usual routine, really.
A little later that day, Octavia assisted Mick and Linda in carrying their belongings to their new living space. As much as the two Demons wanted to protest, especially seeing as neither of them had that many items to bring up anyway, Octavia insisted that she helped out regardless, if only to have an excuse to chat.
"So… the pair of you feeling the reality of it yet?" the Goetia Princess asked with a smirk, causing Mick to chuckle.
"Oh, we're getting there," he joked, earning a laugh from Octavia in return.
"I still can't believe you asked your dad to do this for us," Linda spoke up, remembering the conversation from earlier. "I… I really don't know what to say."
Octavia, of course, had to give Linda a gentle smile at that.
"You don't need to say anything, Liddy," she said. "To be honest, I was mostly doing it for selfish reasons."
"Huh?" Linda uttered, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"I… I just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you guys," Octavia sheepishly elaborated, her gaze shifting to Mick in particular. "Plus, this way you both have a decent job that pays well… I guess I just wanted to show my appreciation for you two."
Hearing that, it took every ounce of willpower for Linda to keep herself from crying.
"Aww, Octi!" she squeaked, unable to keep herself from smiling.
Once again, Mick couldn't help but chuckle.
"Better not let Stella catch you calling her that, Liddy," he said with a smirk. "Remember, in public, we are to call her M'lady!"
Given the way Mick playfully said that last part, Octavia found herself unable to hold back her laughter.
"Yes, servants!" she declared, gleefully playing along with the Cat Demon's joke. "You are to address me as my station demands! Now bow before me! Your lady wishes you to lick her baby seal leather boots!"
"Oh no, M'lady!" Linda squeaked, feigning fear as she joined in on the fun. "Please, have mercy!"
"We are worms, M'lady!" Mick added with a chuckle as he playfully fell to his knees and bowed. "Worthless worms!"
Unable to hold back any longer, all three of them bent over laughing their guts out for a good few minutes after that. Before long, the three of them eventually made it back to Mick and Linda's new living space and threw whatever belongings they had inside. Given the small number of items, it only took a single trip.
"So how did Buzz take the news that you won't be his roommate anymore?" Octavia asked, directing her question towards Mick in particular, who, in turn, looked a little perplexed as he tried to find the right words to say.
"Um…"
Flashback - One hour ago:
"Buzz!" Mick screamed as he tried pulling himself away from the tiny Imp's vice-like grip. "Let go of my fucking tail!"
Alas, no matter how hard he tried, Buzz simply refused to let go of the Cat Demon's tail, ferociously battling him in a small tug of war as he gripped the tail in his hands while anchoring himself to the foot of the bed with his teeth.
"NO!" he screamed, his voice somewhat muffled as he bit down hard on the wood. "You only just got back! You. ain't. going. nowheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!"
CRUNCH!
SNAP!
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!"
CRASH!
"…pretty well, actually."
Octavia, of course, raised a sceptical eyebrow at that answer.
"Really?" she asked, not buying it for an instant.
Obviously, Mick felt the need to sugarcoat things when he gave his answer. It wasn't as if there was any benefit in bluntly telling everyone that Buzz lashed out like a lunatic the instant Mick told him what was going on, followed by a dramatic 20 minutes of him refusing to let go of the Cat Demon's tail, thus taking a bite out of his own door frame and then getting dragged across the floor in a sad attempt to get him to stay put… if anything that would have somehow made the whole thing look sadder.
"He did look pretty distraught," Linda pointed out, remembering how Buzz acted while Mick was trapped down in Wrath, though not feeling all that sympathetic due to what resulted from it.
"Oh, he'll get over it," Mick scoffed, refusing to give in to yet another one of the Imp's antics. "Besides, it's not like I'm not gonna be heading back down there from time to time… I still need to replenish my weed after all."
Hearing that, Octavia couldn't help but giggle as she tested out the new adjoining door to her own bedroom.
"You know he's probably gonna try to trap you down there every time you do, right?" she joked with a smirk.
"Oh, he's just being a drama queen," Mick retorted with another scoff. "If I know that little fella, he's gonna bounce back by the end of the week."
"I sure hope so," Linda spoke up, "Fuck knows we don't need him blowing something up again."
"What did he destroy last time?" Octavia thought aloud, the Imp's comment bringing about some rather uncomfortable memories.
"I think it was the pool filter," Mick answered, remembering having to spend that particular day draining the pool after Buzz's fatal mistake. "If I remember right, I think he said he wanted to turn it into a jet stream or something to make the water carbonated."
The moment Mick mentioned that, all three of them shuddered at the memory.
"I think I might have asked this before," Linda commented. "But how has he not been fired yet?"
This, of course, gave Octavia cause to roll her eyes.
"Oh, my mum has tried," she said with a little snark. "But as Mick pointed out to her on his first day here, if we ever did give him the boot, he'd probably come back seeking revenge."
As much as Linda wanted to refute such a statement due to how silly it sounded, having actually met Buzz, she could easily believe it.
"I swear you're too nice, sometimes," she commented, aiming her words directly at the Sinner in the room.
Mick, of course, couldn't help but smirk at that.
"It is what I do," he playfully retorted, causing Octavia to let out another small laugh.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
At that moment all heads perked up at the sound of the door being knocked… however, due to the now-connected rooms…
"Yours or ours?" Mick whispered, earning himself a somewhat panicked shrug from the Goetia Princess.
Thankfully, the Cat Demon's question was answered by the sound of Pringles's voice.
"Michael? Linda? Are you in there?" they all heard.
Immediately reacting, Mick and Linda quickly dashed back towards their living space, leaving Octavia alone in her bedroom as they gently closed the door behind them. A few seconds later, Mick softly opened the door leading into the corridor, unsurprised to see the family Butler standing on the other side.
"Yes?" Mick greeted, allowing the Imp to exhale a heavy sigh.
"Pardon the interruption," he said, his face and voice seeming a bit sourer than usual. "But Mr Munn is waiting for you downstairs with the Prince. I am to bring you both to him at once."
Given how the Butler reacted the first time Mick encountered the eccentric Tailor, now it didn't seem all that surprising that the Imp would be in an annoyed mood. Well, better head down there quickly.
"Lead the way."
Following Pringles towards the living room, Mick quickly began to experience flashbacks to when he was first fitted for a suit… hopefully, this time won't be so dramatic. Having never met the Tailor before, Linda was understandably nervous. Having only heard rumours and tall tales about the man, she didn't really have much of an idea of what to expect.
Eventually, the pair of them were led inside the living room, where, sure enough, Stolas stood waiting for them with a familiar red-headed demon at his side.
"There he is!" Mad Munn exclaimed with a smile, welcoming Mick into the room with open arms as Pringles shut the door behind him.
"Munn, good to see you," Mick greeted back, choosing to go in for a handshake.
"Likewise, ducky, likewise indeed," Munn chuckled before turning his attention towards the Imp at Mick's side. "And who's this pretty little thing?"
"Our newest hire," Stolas answered before Linda had the chance to speak. "Now, shall we get straight to business?"
Hearing that, Mad Munn couldn't help but chuckle again.
"Always so straight to the point," he commented with his signature grin. "So what is my canvas this time?"
At those words, Stolas stood proud and gestured a hand towards the two Demons that just entered the room.
"One bodyguard and one personal attendant," he said, pointing to Mick and Linda respectively. "Can you do it?"
The moment that question reached his ears, Mad Munn's grin somehow grew even wider, showing off even more of his gross teeth in the process.
"Your nibs…" he said, running a hand through his fiery red hair. "If I didn't like you so much, I'd be insulted that you would even ask me that… Carmin! Cindy!"
Suddenly the doors of the living room were kicked open, giving Mick the gut-wrenching feeling of deja vu when two Imp women casually strolled into the room pushing a familiar-looking cart.
"Mick?" Linda whimpered, swiftly grabbing the Cat Demon's wrist.
"Yeah, Liddy?" Mick replied, swallowing a small gulp.
"I'm scared."
"Just close your eyes and bear with it," Mick gently instructed, expecting such a scenario but nonetheless feeling the same way. "He works faster than you think."
"Alright, ladies!" Munn called out, grabbing everyone's attention as he once again flamboyantly pulled out his measuring tape. "Iiiiiiiiiiit's SHOWTIME!"
Just a little over an hour and a half later, Prince Stolas found himself sitting in the middle of a sofa that had been carried outside and onto the patio out back, where Mad Mann had his assistants quickly set up a small runway stage in the middle of the lawn… though to be honest, the Goetia Prince couldn't help but wonder why.
"Munn, are the theatrics really necessary?" he asked the Sinner, who was currently standing next to him with a clipboard in hand.
"There were a lot of details to take into account, your highness," he said casually, checking off a few handwritten scrawls he had on hand. "With all the notes I was given, such a feat of my talents NEEDS a catwalk!"
"Notes?" Stolas repeated, understandably confused since he himself wasn't responsible for the specific detail.
Before Mad Munn could elaborate, however, the Prince's ears were drawn to the sound of someone coming through the back doors and taking a seat next to him. Much to his delight, it turned out to be his daughter with Snowflake sitting in her lap.
"Did I miss anything?" she asked, sounding a lot more eager than she usually did.
"Ah, Via," Stolas said, happily greeting his daughter. "No. Actually, Linda and Michael are just about finished with their fitting."
Of course, Stolas wasn't at all surprised that Octavia was interested in seeing the uniforms for her new attendants. After all, she was one of, if not THE primary reason that they were hired for the position to begin with. Not to mention that it was pretty obvious that she had developed a deep fondness for the two… especially the Sinner, much to Stolas's unease.
"Well then, now that you're here, Princess, the show can officially begin!" Mad Munn exclaimed, shouting over to his two assistants. "MUSIC!"
Upon the Sinner's command, one of the Imp women bowed her head and flipped a switch on a nearby boom box, allowing a blast of music to echo through the garden. As the lyrics of the song, Shake Your Groove Thing played throughout the area, the Demonic Tailor suddenly jumped out in front of the two Goetias and gave them both a proud bow.
"Prince Stolas, Princess Octavia," he said, once again flashing his disgusting teeth. "Allow me to present the all-new Goetia Aid Collection!"
At those words, Mad Munn thrust his hand towards the runway with a dramatic pose just as a curtain was pulled back to reveal Linda looking completely mortified in her new outfit. After one of Mad Munn's assistants gave her a good push, the poor Imp was forced to walk across the runway, trying her best not to whimper so much despite her overwhelming feelings on the matter.
"This is so embarrassing," she muttered, feeling a little sick to her stomach as she felt all eyes focus solely on her.
With her new clothes on display for all to see, Mad Munn chose that moment to take things one step further. With a snap of his fingers, one of his assistants immediately brought him a wireless microphone, allowing him to show off his creation in explicit detail.
"As you can see from our lovely model, she is currently wearing a gorgeous three-piece outfit consisting of a form-fitting top, outer vest and waist-high skirt," the Tailor described, his voice obtaining a suave feel to it as if he was pretending to be a game show host. "Each piece is comprised of the most durable yet comfortable of fabrics and each is capable of resisting even the most stubborn of stains. The shirt arms are cut midway on the forearm to avoid any messy sleeves while performing chores, and the whole ensemble is finished off with a fashionable leather choker, and a pair of thigh-highs with added garters for an innocent yet provocative look. In short, your majesties… the very definition of a household assistant."
The whole time Mad Munn spoke, Linda was practically shaking with terror. Being put on display like this had to have been one of the most nerve-wracking things she had ever experienced… However, her nerves quickly began to calm as the sound of clapping reached her ears.
"Looking good, Liddy!" Octavia exclaimed, giving the Imp well-deserved applause.
"Yes, quite charming indeed," Stolas added, adding his own clapping into the fray, which was quickly joined by Snowflake's happy yipping. "Both the outfit and the model are looking quite lovely."
If there was any deeper shade of red an Imp's face could become, Linda's was certainly well on its way to turning that colour. Between being forced to stand up on stage like this and then getting praised for it by her friend and her father, the poor thing didn't know whether to cry or smile.
"C-can I get down now?" she asked nervously, hoping that there was nothing else the mad Tailor wanted of her.
After looking to Mad Munn for confirmation, receiving an affirmative nod in response, Stolas gave the shaking Imp a gentle smile.
"You may," he said, much to Linda's instant relief.
The moment those two words reached her ears, Linda immediately jumped off the stage and ran over towards the Goetias like a skittish kitten. Seeing this adorable display, Octavia had to force herself to hold back a giggle, if only to keep the poor Imp from feeling any more embarrassed.
"Come on," she said, scooching a little closer to her father so that there was now an empty spot on the sofa. "Take a seat."
Understandably Linda's first instinct was to refuse the offer, believing that it wasn't her place to be sitting next to royalty. However, the moment she caught Stolas's smile and nod, she quickly began to reconsider. After a few moments of hesitation, the Imp eventually obliged her Lady's request and took a seat on the sofa next to her.
Sitting in the middle between her father and her friend, with Snowflake casually sitting on her lap, Octavia felt like she was about to sit down for a family movie night. However, the entertainment for THIS particular scenario was going to be far more intriguing than a movie… at least in Octavia's opinion.
"Alright, duckies," Mad Munn continued. "Now comes the second, and my personal favourite, of the Goetia Aid Collection… The Hellfire Suit!"
At those words, the curtain once again opened… causing Octavia to almost swoon as she and everyone else witnessed Mick strutting down the runway as he proudly wore his new ensemble. While he too felt a little nervous, Mick quickly buried such feelings deep down so that he could then strike a few small poses as Mad Munn had instructed him to beforehand.
"As you can see, this ginchy young lad is wearing a gear three-piece ensemble with an added shirt and tie," the Tailor declared, once again bringing attention to the details of his creation. "While the buttoned shirt is made of breathable Egyptian Cotton, the outer layers, including the tie and shoes are made with a special black material of my own design, perfect for any use in the field of security."
Needless to say, the more Mad Munn described the suit, the more delighted Mick felt to wear it. At first, he believed he was going to wear a stuffy getup that might have restricted his flexibility, but not only did this suit feel comfortable to wear, but it also gave him a look of professionalism that Mick didn't feel like he had with his last uniform. What's more, everyone else seemed to be liking the suit as well.
"Ooh, yes, I like that!" Stolas commented. "Very 'Mucho Macho' as the kids call it."
Octavia couldn't help but groan at that.
"Ugh… did you really just say that?" she commented, once again feeling a little embarrassed by her father's way with words.
Linda, however, was more confused than anything else. While she did like Mick in his suit, there was something about Mad Munn's words that didn't sit right with her.
"E-excuse me?" she spoke up, nervously raising her hand as if she were a child in school. "W-what do you mean by 'special material'?"
The moment the Imp said that, everyone within earshot couldn't help but feel curious themselves.
"Ah, yes, a good question, Linda," Stolas said, bringing yet another small blush to the young Imp's face before he turned his attention back to the Tailor. "Could you tell us more about this material, Munn?"
Hearing that, Mad Munn's grin somehow spread even further.
"I thought you'd never ask," he said before continuing on. "Yes, the material. As implied, it is a specially made fabric of my own making using the most durable components Hell has to offer. It is flexible for free movement, breathable and soft for even the most sensitive of skin…"
FWOOOOOOOOSH!
"GAAAAAAH!"
"…and it can also withstand a temperature of over 1,000 degrees!"
Needless to say, NOBODY expected one of Mad Munn's assistants to suddenly walk up onto the runway behind Mick and blast him with a flamethrower! Least of all Mick himself! In fact, while everyone else stared in horror, the only one who didn't seem the least bit phased was the Tailor himself.
"MUNN!" Octavia snarled, ready to strangle the Sinner's scrawny neck for such a stunt.
"Don't be alarmed, my pretty ptitsa!" Munn retorted, raising a hand before anyone else could say a thing. "As you can see, the charming chelloveck is perfectly fine."
Though obviously sceptical at first, once the smoke cleared, everyone was relieved to see that the red-headed Sinner was correct. Even though he clearly looked traumatized by suddenly being lit on fire… again, Mick appeared completely unharmed save for a few tiny chunks of singed fur on the back of his neck.
"Mick, are you okay!?" Octavia called out, wanting to be absolutely sure of the Cat Demon's wellbeing.
"Y-yeah," Mick replied weakly, giving everyone a shaky thumbs up. "I-I'm good."
Sighing in relief, Octavia slumped back into the sofa. The last thing she wanted was to see Mick too badly hurt before she even had the chance to pluck up the courage to ask him out at some point.
"That is… quite remarkable, Munn," Stolas spoke up, still a little shaken from the sudden fire display himself. "You've really outdone yourself this time."
"Oh, I'm not finished yet, your lordship," Mad Munn replied, much to everyone's surprise.
"Huh!?" Mick blurted out, not wanting to endure anything else the Tailor had in mind.
"While impervious to heat and flame, the suit can also fare well against colder conditions so there's no need for extra layers," Mad Munn continued. "Not only that, but it is also resistant to tears and friction, completely bulletproof…"
"Wait, what?"
BANG!
"URK!"
"MICK!"
"… and machine washable, ducky."
As if the flamethrower wasn't bad enough, now Mick had to feel the agonising pain of being shot point blank by Mad Munn's second assistant with a fucking SHOTGUN! Though the suit may have completely protected him from having his guts leaking onto the stage, there was definitely going to be some serious bruising after this. In fact, it was a miracle that the poor Sinner wasn't throwing up right about now as he picked himself back up.
Seeing the Cat Demon stagger back to his feet, both Linda and Octavia once again let out sighs of relief. They couldn't imagine how agonizingly frazzled the poor guy must have felt at this point… and then Mad Munn had to take the display one step further.
"And in case of any snagging…" he said, grinning inanely as both his assistants suddenly grabbed Mick's jacket and pants. "The whole suit is custom-made for a clean getaway!"
RRRRRRRRRRRRIP!
"What the FUCK!?"
Much to Mick's absolute horror, the moment the hidden velcro sewn into his clothes were pulled apart by the two Imps, the Cat Demon felt a surge of embarrassment as he was left standing in nothing but his shoes and underpants. Needless to say, Stolas was NOT amused by this.
"Munn!" he snapped, suddenly rising from his seat to give the Tailor a hard glare. "There are ladies present!"
While initially baring a nonchalant grin, seeing that one of his favourite clients wasn't happy, Mad Munn's smile faded just as quickly as it appeared.
"Too much?" he asked sheepishly, quickly realising that he must have fucked up somewhere.
Instead of answering, however, Stolas quickly turned his attention back to Octavia, whose pale face went from pink to beet red in a matter of seconds upon seeing her crush's body in full display.
"Via!" the Goetia Prince squawked, practically diving across the sofa to snap his hand over his daughter's eyes. "Avert your gaze!"
"DAD!" Octavia snapped, slapping her father's hand away in embarrassment.
As embarrassed as Octavia was, however, no one was more mortified than Mick was at that very moment. How did things turn out like this!? This was NOT how he wanted Octavia to see his underwear! And in front of her FATHER no less!? If Mick hadn't been so frozen in trauma, he would have jumped off the stage and strangled Munn for this! Of course, that is unless Stolas beat him to it.
"While I appreciate your dramatic flair, Munn, I'd appreciate it if you gave me a warning before showing such things in front of my daughter!" Stolas snapped, pointing a finger in the Tailor's face as he continued to berate him. "Now, unlike my wife, I'm not one to hold a grudge. But NEVER do that again, understood?"
"C-Clear as crystal, sir!" Mad Munn nervously chuckled, pulling at his shirt collar.
"And could SOMEONE give this poor boy a pair of pants!?" Stolas called out, gesturing to Mick, who at this point had gone brain-dead from the humiliation.
While Mad Munn's assistants quickly complied with the request, Octavia couldn't help but pout. As much as she didn't want to see Mick suffer, she secretly wished she could have seen his abs a little while longer.
"You know, I may not be into guys but I have to admit, Mick is one tasty dish," Linda commented, also watching the display with subtle intrigue
"Y-yeah," Octavia muttered, her eyes suddenly snapping wide when she realized that Linda was still within earshot.
"What was that?" the Imp asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing!"
Of course, while Linda may have been extremely timid, she was FAR from stupid. There was no way Octavia would have reacted like that if something wasn't going through her mind… Come to think of it, this wasn't the only time the Goetia Princess had been acting a bit odd lately… ever since that night at the Rustler's Retreat, as a matter of fact.
While she may not have been there to witness Octavia's initial outburst back then, Linda did manage to get a few vague details from Charlie and Vaggie afterwards. From what she could recall, the main focus of that conversation was about… Mick. And ever since then… Octavia had been secretly humming to herself, letting out a few lewd comments when she thought no one was listening… At one point Linda even caught the Princess actually swooning through the gap of what she thought was a closed door. Putting 2 and 2 together in her head, the Imp couldn't help but smirk.
"Well, despite the… unorthodox presentation, I will admit, that is an impressive suit, Munn," Stolas spoke up, finally having calmed down from his rant. "I dare say I am quite curious as to where you come up with these ideas."
At those words, Linda suddenly noticed Octavia scratching the back of her head while trying to avoid eye contact with her father… almost as though she was once again embarrassed by something.
"Ooh, boy,"
Flashback - 1 hour ago:
Giving the door to the living room a small knock, Octavia slowly entered while carrying a stack of paper under her arm.
"Uh… excuse me?" she said. "Mad Munn?"
It was only when he heard the sound of his own name did the red-haired Sinner look up from his sewing machine and acknowledged the new arrival in the room.
"Ah, Princess!" he greeted her with his usual grin. "What can I do for ya?"
"Have you… have you started working on Mick's new uniform yet?" Octavia asked awkwardly, much to Mad Munn's curiosity.
"Not just yet," the Tailor replied. "I only just finished the uniform for the Imp."
After letting out a nervous breath, Octavia then proceeded to offer Mad Munn the papers from under her arm, which turned out to be numerous sketches and clippings from her Teen magazines.
"Well, in that case, do you… do you think I could add a few things to the design?"
Raising an eyebrow, the Mad Tailor accepted the small stack of paper and proceeded to look through them, muttering to himself as he went through each page.
"Let's see… dark colours… protective lining…" he uttered before giving Octavia an odd look when he reached the final page. "FIRE proofing?"
At those words, Octavia smiled and took out her Hellphone.
"Oh, you are gonna love this," she said, browsing through her Voxtube account until she reached a video titled: 'MICHAEL FIRECLAW'S DEBUT'
BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!
SMASH!
The moment the alarm clock struck 5 AM the following day, it was immediately reduced to a pile of smouldering shrapnel in a matter of seconds, courtesy of a flaming fist. After getting used to the wall-mounted alarm in the Servant's Quarters for so long, it was completely jarring for Mick to suddenly hear a loud buzzing so close to his ear.
Alas, the clock did its job and Mick was soon up from his slumber. While he did wish that he didn't have to wake up at all due to the stinging he was still feeling in his torso from the gunshot yesterday, Mick was nonetheless rearing to go by the time he sat up. After all… today was the first day of a brand new chapter in his afterlife… one where he could finally get closer to the girl of his dreams.
"Linda?" he called out, not feeling the need to hold back his voice since the walls connected to Octavia's room were soundproof. "You awake?"
At first, Mick didn't hear anything from the other side of the curtain, however, after a brief moment there was definitely the sound of a stirring teenager who CLEARLY didn't want to wake up.
"Nnnnnnno?" she muttered, her voice muffled by her own pillow.
Mick, of course, couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"Come on, rise and shine," he said, rising from his bed and stretching himself out. "Early bird slaughters the sandworm."
After eventually convincing Linda to pull herself away from the softest bed she had ever slept in, the two of them began making their personal preparations for the day. After a quick shower each in the en suite bathroom connected to Linda's half of the room, the two young Demons got dressed in their respective new uniforms. Despite all the embarrassment from yesterday, there was no denying that they were undoubtedly the finest clothes either of them had ever worn. And since Prince Stolas was generous enough to pay for three copies for each of them, there was no way in Hell that either Mick or Linda were planning to let him down when it came to their new assignments.
Before long, the pair of them were dressed to impress and stood before the door to the hallway. While understandably nervous, both Mick and Linda had a look of pride about them that could never be topped. Whether it was the new clothes, the new room, or everything else in between, right now, as far as servants of the Goetia family go… they felt like they were at the top of the world… and they had Octavia to thank for it, which they intended to do in full.
"Ready?" Mick asked, reaching for the doorknob, and gripping it tightly.
"Ready!" Linda replied, giving Mick one of her rare nods of confidence.
"Well then… Time for work."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thank you all for following this story and for all your comments. However, since I will be taking a small vacation to Paris at the end of this month, the next chapter of Owlette and the Catwill be postponed for one week, on April 7th, after which the two-week schedule shall resume. Thank you all for your patience and understanding.