>>2292880“U-um… hello! I… m-my name is Aria!” I said to an uncomfortable silence. I hadn’t planned what to say afterwards, just had a general idea of what I wanted to say. “Um… I-”
“Why haven’t you transformed into the werecat. It’s almost full-moon isn’t it? And it’s night-time,” A familiar and screeching voice asked from the boy side. The pretentious and ever-annoying Nightshade.
“She’s learning to control the curse! SHUT THE FUCK UP, FRANCIS!” Erika potently yelled. “She’s speaking.”
I inwardly thanked Erika, unable to do it face to face as if I turned away from the audience I was liable to run away and never come back. Regardless, Erika’s comment gave me an idea to work on.
“As everyone knows, I’m the werecat!” I squealed. “It has been… very hard for me, to come to terms to how I am now. Y-you… you all just know t-that…” I closed my eyes. I was about to reveal all of my weaknesses in order to get some sympathy, “that catnip works on me, or you can distract me with a laser pointer, or how loud noises scare me, or how I start meowing when I get stuck somewhere, y-you saw me attack poor Jane at the cafeteria because I got mad, I can get lured with cat food, some people are allergic to me…”
“And, uh; your tail moves when you get nervous,” helpfully reminded me Lisa. She was far away but other than me everyone else was quietly watching me cry on a microphone, so it was no problem hearing her.
“And my tail moves when I get nervous,” I automatically added sheepishly.
“No, I mean: your tail. Moves. When you get. Nervous!” Lisa repeated, pantomiming and repeatedly pointing at her groin area.
