Aug. 3rd, 2025

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[notes]: they are cats fr this time and i'm jus a weirdo who likes to look at pregnant cat

"I'm home!"

The words had barely left her mouth when Asirpa's nose twitched. Something was off, something...in the air.

It kinda smelled like cheesecake, if that cake had been abandoned in the summer sun for days. Seriously? Had her lectures about not wasting food just evaporated the second she left for the weekend? Her face scrunched up as a slow, menacing storm began to form.

After kicking off her shoes, she made a beeline for the kitchen. Cleaning could wait. Right now, she needed evidence, and once she had it, the culprit would definitely regret their life choices.

It wasn't as bad as she'd feared. The dishes were clean and stacked in the drying rack, and the garbage was tied up and ready to go out. Even the stove, while still bearing a few stains, was mostly clean. She opened the fridge and took a cautious sniff, but the takeout leftovers seemed fresh enough.

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