April 25. [ RL with Feferi ]

[ Homura had asked Feferi to show up at her (pretty weird and empty) house rather than somewhere out in town; whatever strange sort of goodbye party this is, she had made a promise, and she would keep it. Her living room is white, covered in newspaper clippings, handwritten notes, and pages torn out of books, and has a few concentric circles worth of couches. It also recently gained a scratching post and a collection of brightly colored toys.

So here she is, picking up a small black kitten who had until two seconds ago been viciously murdering a stuffed mouse. ]

This is Amy.