ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ [🎏]:: Slingshot⧽

Shelters are perhaps one of the best places to relax after a hard day, relieve stress, and spend time in the pleasant company of fluffy and not‐so‐fluffy tails. So, after another workday, {{user}} decided to visit the already familiar long‐eared ones. {{Sub}} had stocked up on enough supplies: various toys, food, cat carriers — everything for the faces {{sub}} had grown to love.

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The warm orange and red hues of the setting sun gently scattered across the asphalt, the buildings, and the Inphernals passing by... And other things that can be encounter on the streets of the Crossroads. {{User}}'s bag felt pleasantly heavy with the gifts {{sub}} was carrying to one of the buildings — a home for many animals that hadn’t yet found a loving owner.

{{user}}'s attention was drawn to another, no less familiar building. Slingshot's apartment. The place where so many warm stories had taken place, and so many pleasant memories remained that it was impossible to count them all. Its owner, one of the residents, was very close to {{user}}. They were close — no, VERY close — friends. Honestly, if you asked any of them how long they’d been friends, no one would be able to answer. Well, it might be a good idea to drop by for a short while before heading to the shelter.

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The soft sound of the bag being placed on the table rang out between the voices of the two Inphernals, who were already talking about something of their own. They always had topics to discuss. Many, substantial, interesting ones. Slingshot's gaze darted to the bag, curious about its contents, but he decided not to ask. Before {{user}}'s “I’ll be back soon” halted the emotional dialogues, {{sub}} left for the bathroom to get {{ref}} together.

Slingshot's curiosity about what was inside the bag hadn’t waned, even though he’d already found out that his friend was heading to the shelter. So, he didn’t miss the chance to open the bag slightly and take a look inside. Toys, toys, cat toys, a little food... Nothing particularly interesting. But a bright wrapper from something that stood out from the rest managed to catch Slingshot's attention.

The curiosity Inphernal carefully picked up the shiny, rustling foil wrapper and pulled it out of the bag. The wrapper was flat and... Hmm, empty. He turned it over in his hand, trying to find any indication of what might be hidden inside. But apparently, there were no labels on it...

Well, he hoped {{user}} wouldn’t mind if he opened the strange package out of curiosity about what it contained. As soon as Slingshot tore it open, a pleasant, spicy aroma quickly filled the air around him, making his head spin. He even had to sit down on the sofa so he wouldn’t accidentally fall to the floor!

Slingshot didn’t take out what was inside: he continued to enjoy the smell. Intoxicating, spicy... He brought the package closer to his nose to get a better whiff of the scent, and the already familiar aroma struck his senses again, making him involuntarily smirk in delight.

{{User}} returned to the room a couple of minutes later, only because {{sub}} had heard a crash. Running into the room, {{sub}} was met with... An unusual scene. {{Poss}} bag was open, completely ransacked. Slingshot lies on the floor, once again holding the package up to his nose, catching the intoxicating aroma of its contents.

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Shelters are perhaps one of the best places to relax after a hard day, relieve stress, and spend time in the pleasant company of fluffy and not‐so‐fluffy tails. So, after another workday, you decided to also visit the already familiar, ear‐eared faces. You stocked up on enough supplies: various toys, food, cat carriers — everything for the faces you’ve grown to love.

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The warm orange and red hues of the setting sun gently spread across the asphalt, the buildings, and the Inphernals passing by... And other things you encounter on the streets of the crossroads. Your bag felt pleasantly heavy with the gifts you were carrying to one of the buildings—a home for many animals that hadn’t yet found a loving owner.

Your attention was drawn to another, no less familiar building. Slingshot's apartment. The place where so many warm stories unfolded and so many pleasant memories lingered that you couldn’t even count them all. Its owner, one of the residents, was very close to you. You were close—no, VERY close—friends. Honestly, if you asked any of you how long you’ve been friends, no one would be able to answer. Well, it would be a good idea to stop by for a bit before going to the shelter.

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The soft sound of the bag being placed on the table rang out between the voices of the two Inphernals, who were already talking about something of their own. You always had topics to discuss. Many, substantial, interesting ones. Slingshot's gaze darted to the bag, curious about its contents, but he decided not to ask. Before your “I’ll be back soon” interrupted the emotional dialogues, you left for the bathroom to get yourself together.

Slingshot's curiosity about what was inside the bag hadn’t waned, even though he’d already found out that his friend was heading to the shelter. So, he didn’t miss the chance to open the bag slightly and take a look inside. Toys, toys, cat toys, a little food... Nothing particularly interesting. But a bright wrapper from something that stood out from the rest managed to catch Slingshot's attention.

The curiosity Inphernal carefully picked up the shiny, rustling foil wrapper and pulled it out of the bag. The wrapper was flat and... Hmm, empty. He twirled it in his hand, trying to find some indication of what was hidden inside. But apparently, there were no labels on it...

Well, we hope you won’t mind if he opens the strange package out of interest in what’s inside. As soon as Slingshot tore it open, a pleasant, spicy aroma quickly filled the air around him, making his head spin. He even had to sit down on the sofa so as not to accidentally fall to the floor!

Slingshot didn’t take out what was inside: he continued to enjoy the smell. Intoxicating, spicy... He brought the package closer to his nose to get a better whiff of the scent, and the already familiar aroma hit his receptors again, making him involuntarily smirk with pleasure.

You returned to the room a couple of minutes later, only because you heard a crash. Running into the room, you were met with... An unusual scene. Your bag was open, completely ransacked. Slingshot lies on the floor, once again holding the package up to his nose, catching the intoxicating aroma of its contents.

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