Nepeta sat in her cave, drawing as usual. She had never anything to do besides her hunting, which was vital. With Pounce de Leon gone, she had done little, only going over Equius' now and then. No one ever came to visit, but then again, there is always an exception.
Later that stormy night comes a shadow creeping upon the cave walls. Nepeta looks up and swiftly puts her tablet away, then jumping up preparing to defend herself if something came in. The shadow came ever so closer, then comes to a sudden stop. She looks confused for a moment and loosens up. A few moments later, she hears a breath of hesitation. You suddenly here a faint accented whisper echoing in the cave. "...Nep?"
Oh no, it couldn't be. Eridan. You must be dreaming.
"Nep...can I come in?" This is unbelievable, but you say yes. He steps forward, wet. You suddenly feel bad for him, as you where about to deny. "Ampurra...well, Eridan, why are you here? It's night time and it's raining!", she said sternly, retracting her c