Serafine was still carrying a torch for Libby. She knows that the little gal seems to think that the two of them were done, but Libby was still her main squeeze and she knew that deep down, Libby knew that.
The two of them were just going through a rough patch. She supposed she couldn't blame the lil gal for being so mad at her at first. She had neglected to inform her that she was a criminal and that was probably something she should of told her closer to the start. And the impromptu move from New Orleans was probably hard on the gal. But still, its just a rough patch. Eventually it will be all sunshine and roses again...
But for now? Libby had tried to sneak out the last time she was at work. So, half for practicality and half...honestly half as a punishment, she has had Libby in her boot all day.
Look she's not trying to hurt her. The worst the lil gal will get is some minor bruises. But she wants to make sure Libby know just how...unhappy her trying to leave made her feel.
...She does feel pretty good in there though.
Libby is livid. She's been livid since she was put in her former lover's boot that morning, and earlier on she had thrashed, and pounded against the sweat soaked pads of Serafine's Paw as she went about her business.
But Serafine was out "working" almost all day. And while the Cat Biggun was light on her feet, theres only so much pounding weight, suffocating sweaty smells, and intense heat a person can take before they become exhausted. So, when Serafine arrives home, sits down in an easychair and pulls her boots off, she sees a clearly battered, but not particularly harmed Libby, looking more frustrated and annoyed than pissed as she's pinned between two of her twos.
"Well. I hope you've learned your lesson for now Libby. I'd hate to have to do that to y-"
"Shut up! Just Shut up! Stop doing that!"
"Doing what?"
"Talking down to me, like I'm some kid or your stupid pet or something! I'm not Serafine! I'm not something you can own I'm a person! Just cause I'm smaller than you doesn't mea-"
"Libby I have never once thought of you as anything less than myself or another biggun. You know what I do for a living, do you really think a ride in my boot is the worst kind of punishment I've dulled out for somebody? I just wanted to get my point acc-"
"What point?! That you're bigger than me? That you can hurt me if you want to!? I already knew that Serafine! And I'm not gonna stop trying to go home just because of-"
"Actually I was trying to get across the point that for you this city is a damn death trap." Libby goes to respond but Serafine suddenly brings her toes together a bit tightly, knocking the wind out of her. "I mean, you keep saying you want to "escape" but do you have any idea what might happen to you out there? New Orleans has a pretty high human population so it has infrastructure for you guys. St. Louis? Theres maybe a hundred humans in the city limits. No trolleys, no "Human only" zones, nothing like that. Just a city full of Bigguns who have no idea you'd be down there."
Libby scowls up at Serafine and the cat sighs "Look, you can be mad at me all you want. Honestly I'll be the first to admit that taking you her-"
"Kidnapping me"
"Potato, Potahto. I'll be the first to admit the way I got you to St. Louis was a little scummy but you can't seriously tell me, even after all this time, you don't recognize how dangerous you being alone in this city would be?!"
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