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This job, newly-appointed Raiser Irena thought to herself, isn't turning out to be that much different from my previous one.
As a former spy cadet for the Regime, she'd mostly stuck to the shadows, all but severing her ties with her family and any friends she might have might have made during her days as a tyke. Her spy training and her raiser duties were different, in this regard; the ideal raiser would be a cat able to bond with most, if not all of the tykes under their care, whereas the ideal spy should in theory be more like a non-entity to their comrades. Yes, in this regard, they were completely different.
But currently, as Irena was tiptoeing down a particularly dark tunnel, trying to keep out of site of the tyke she was sure had thrown that damp mossball at her? This felt pretty similar.
She cursed, hearing a laugh echo further down the tunnel, to the exit of Post Kilo. She didn't really feel comfortable leaving the area she was supposed to be working in, and if a tyke did manage to escape her clutches, they wouldn't get much further without running into a scout or a mercenary. She was about to sigh and turn around when she felt the flicker of movement behind her, a mere twitch in the barest corner of her eye. She whipped around, feeling much more paranoid than she probably should have. "Who's there?!"
Atticus-tyke froze at the sharp tone of the Raiser's voice, though his face looked more embarassed than frightened. The white tom with grey patches had been having major problems with his sight recently, to the point where the Raisers or his older half-sister Gardenia would have to take him to see a Guider once every few days. He wasn't going blind, thank the Blind Protector, but his vision had grown so blurred that it was impossible for the poor tyke to tell cats apart from a distance. Feeling the she-cat's gaze burining into him, despite not being able to clearly see her face, the little tyke sat down where he was in the tunnel.
"I'm sorry...I could smell that you were kind of stressed, so I wanted to come and help you. Did I do something wrong? I promise I won't follow you again if I did." Saying all that he needed to say, Atticus then turned to lick the fur on her shoulder that felt out of place, calmly waiting for a reply.
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Irena studied the tyke's face for a few suspenseful seconds. There's no way he could be the kit I was chasing...There's no way he could have doubled back around in time. She shifted, turning to face him completely. "You're fine, you were just being...compassionate," she added, her tone sounding a little strangled. "You're not wrong about me being stressed, although the reason I was stressed in the first place was because tykes kept wandering off." She squinted. "...You're the one with the sight problems, aren't you?" Well, Irena, she cringed, guess all that time in Absum Lux didn't teach you any social graces, huh?
Atticus-tyke didn't seem bothered by the Raiser's poor phrasing, but instead nodded his head. "Yeah, that's me. My name's Atticus-tyke." Feeling a bit bolder, he took a few steps forward to stand next to Irena. "I didn't mean to sneak out, I didn't realize where you were going. I'll head back to Post Kilo, if you want." He smiled up at her. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong, he just liked to help others. And this she-cat seemed like she needed help.
