Van padded merrily along, her lavender eyes flicking to and fro as she observed the wondrous place. She rarely ever left home, you see, and was very excited to be out and about again. Her tails flicked sharply every moment, showing her already evident excitement even more. Meanwhile, Quote was looking intently around him. Not in a sinister way - never would such a gentleman do that sort of thing - but he definitely had no good intentions. He made sure that his searching was not noticeable, and kept a proper appearance. He was a tad weighed down by Van’s spray – which she had demanded he carry, just in case – but didn’t pay any mind.
The two had been sent to pick up some things for the head-hancho – why Van had been sent was beyond anyone’s comprehension – but had decided they would relax for a little while. They had earned it, living with those psychos. Quote noted his paws getting tired. He grabbed Van by the scruff and gave a small tug. When she turned, he was already jumping onto a bench. With an aggravated sigh and a shake of her head, she followed suit.
Gah, horrible ending. x-x I wrote it in like five seconds. xD I didn't have much time.