Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Thanks." Dora knew she was a workaholic. This didn't bother her overly much, as she'd always had a tendency towards it, and right now as long as she kept up with everything with Rich and spent time with Tristan -- time that always pleased her -- she didn't mind working especially hard in order to keep her demons at bay. She even managed other time to socialise at times, as seen by her whatever-it-was with Chris that she had going on.
She grinned lopsidedly, not quite a smirk though her sharp featured face tended towards those whether she wanted them or not. "Oh, I know, and I would never push, as curious as I do get sometimes." Curiosity had always been one of her traits and downfalls, but she also knew what lines not to cross. "So long as it's going well, that's all that matters. Dora laughed very softly. "Good luck with that. Warding against cats seems to be something that the world has been trying to do ever since the first time a person took in a cat," she said dryly. "Or so I'm told, I've never really put much effort into it. I've never had a cat."
It just hadn't been a thing, somehow, growing up. She did think sometimes it would be nice to have a pet, but then she worried if she'd be able to take good care of it or not. After all, some days it was hard enough to remember to take proper care of herself.
"Busy?" she said. This was far from an unusual answer from her. "Between the shop and everything else, I've been busy. My cousin Tristan -- he's around here somewhere --" she craned her head, trying to spot her tall, thin bestie, "he's living with me, which is great."