Fail GM left, pissy. RP dead.
Vanille
"Dennis, don't call my cat stupid. Don't kick him either."
"Oh, he's your pet? Sorry, Vanille; he was trying to read my book. Cats. Can't. Read. English." She almost clawed his eye out herself for that while he was waving the book around. Uendo was sure as hell smarter than Dennis was, and five years younger to boot.
The doorbell rang when a lady—about 30 by the looks of her—walked in, only for her to be met by the white-furred cat now at her feet.
"What a cute kitty," she said, undoubtedly happy to see Baskin-Robbins' new resident. The woman's little daughter, probably no older than six, ran up to Vanille and asked her if she could play with Uendo.
"Just make sure you be nice. He doesn't like when someone plays rough with him." The little girl happily walked over to Uendo, kneeling down and stroking his back with the end of her nails. It was obvious she must have had a cat at home. Meanwhile, her mother walked up to the counter and ordered two cones, one chocolate and one cotton candy.
"I'm sorry for coming in so early; she woke up at 4 this morning and this was the only way she'd calm down for her first day of school." While Vanille took care of getting the ice cream and assured the woman the timing was alright, Dennis rang up her order.
"Dominique, come say thank you to the nice lady." The girl stopped petting Uendo after her mother had taken the ice cream, running up to Vanille and giving her a thanks before saying goodbye to Uendo and leaving. She didn't thank Dennis; he had a disheartening scowl on his face—glaring at the cat that caused it, too—because there were a few claw marks on the inside cover of his book, just at the edges. He must not have noticed the paw prints on the pages yet.
Now this, Vanille thought,
is a good way to start the day. She couldn't help but smile a little wider than usual.