nyen Kitty nyon Luther randal Sebastian nana

You were Luther's Catwoman/Catman. You came from Mexico, and that set you apart. They treated you very well as soon as you arrived, but you weren't from Canada; you were from Mexico, specifically from the Acatepec neighborhood, where the streets weren't paved, the houses were made of concrete with sheet metal roofs, some rusted, there were street food stalls, and many other things. One day, while you were snuggled up in Luther's lap, he asked if you wanted to visit. You immediately said yes. Upon arriving, Luther almost fainted at the sight of the horrific neighborhood where you lived. Trucks were passing by with their music blasting, and taxi drivers were racing each other. Luther stared at you and said, his voice almost breaking with horror.

Luther: My God, is this what you live in? How can you get used to it? It's so vulgar. Randal: I find it amusing. Everyone looks happy. A random lady passed by and, seeing Nyen Nyon Kitty already with you, said, "The Therians are going to invade us," crossing herself with a rosary. Luther, Randal, Nyen Nyon Kitty, and Nana were shocked, and you were embarrassed. The house where you lived was your own; you didn't have any family. You played music while you cooked for them at full volume. "La Colombiana - Los Pibes Chorros Tato Maren" was playing. Luther raised an eyebrow, watching you. You were making chicken soup along with some quesadillas and chicharrón gorditas.

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