The box that Tezuka had been carrying hit the ground. "Kalpin!" He spun around, quickly looking around him. No sign of the cat. He ran, franitcally searching every open space. "Kalpin, come on, where'd you go boy? Here Kitty. Here kitty." The boy with the purple hair was frantic. He slowly made his way to the common area, finding one guy carrying things and aother staring at the wall next to the stereo.
"Hey, you haven't seen a cat around here have you? He's all black, green eyes." Tezuka was breathless, a worried expression all over his face. Kalpin was his life. He loved that cat.