Death City, Nevada. Home to the protectors of mankind against those who go bump in the night. Home of the Meisters and their weapons, of the great Shinigama-sama.
And to one trotting cat as she roved the streets in the middle of the day, oblivious to the laughing sun above her. What was perculiar was that this cat had a witches hat and donning a smile.
'I wonder what I should do today Nyah,' thought the cat to herself. This morning was a bit of the norm.
She, Blair the Magical Cat Girl, woke up, teased one of her benefactors Soul Eater Evans, and Maka Albarn, her other benefactor, slammed a book on his head and probably giving the white haired teen a concussion. She had some tuna from the fridge and started off on her day as the duo of Meister and Weapon set off from Shibusen
(AN: I am not using DWMA. Fuck that, ironically this is coming from an anti-weaboo)
Blair's feline senses smelled something, a unique scent this is privy too...
"Pumpkin!" She chirped, startling several people nearby as they looked around for the source of the voice. She cantered down the street and turned a few corners and she saw it. It was a bakery, and the scent was coming from inside the bakery, reading "Suntime Pastries". Blair smiled and trotted into the store.
The store was a bit populated, some customers inspecting some of the muffins and confectionaries, a young child begging their parent for a sugary treat and Blair hopped up onto the counter, ignoring the looks of people giving her and she hopped down behind the counter and trotted up the person at the cash register.
"Nyah." She mewed, getting the person's attention.
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