"Meh... Third place isn't that bad... Because that's where you are~ Just kidding! If you can beat me before, you'd kill me now." Nine laughs, and looks at Meola. "And I got a cat~!"
Meola nods, purring and sitting up, her arms on the ground and in fists, making them look like paws. She was sitting crisscross as well, the fine she tied around her waist had some left over, so that qualified as a makeshift tail, but her hood was down. "Purrrrr...." She purrs, putting up the hood. It looked like it had cat ears on it.

















