[Video...!?]

[thecatcameback]

[The baseball field. A rather mundane sight for many NV network entries. This time, however, the camera seems rather adamantly set on the ground somewhere out around the pitcher's mound. Some brushing and nudging noises against the microphone seem to indicate someone try to move it, but they aren't having much success.

A small black cat with a red bandana tied around his neck appears in the frame. He, it seems, is the one so busily messing with the bulky NV. With an annoying yowl he sits down in the dirt.

Then he speaks. His mouth doesn't move but the sound of a voice is unmistakeable. And furthermore, the voice will sound quite familiar to many people. After all, it once was only a voice, no body, no form, no nothing.]

Well. Never mind then.

[Now he looks up into the camera.]

Hello Siren's Port. It's me, Sissel.

I, uh... figured a few things out while I was gone.

Comments

[video]

[thehighcost]

Sissel! You're so cute! [Claps her hands in glee.]

[thecatcameback]

Thank you, Ms. Didi.

[thehighcost]

What are you going to do now?

[thecatcameback]

I don't know. I guess just go on living, like anybody else.

[thehighcost]

As a cat? Do they let cats have apartments?

[thecatcameback]

Well, no. But I am a pretty cheap roommate.

[thehighcost]

[Beams.] So that means you found a roommate?

[thecatcameback]

At least one. I may just hop around and see what I can find.

[thehighcost]

If you need any other ones, you always have a place with me! [Grins.] I've been dying for a roommate for awhile now. Not literally, of course!

[thecatcameback]

I'll be sure to come visit whenever you'd like.