[q-uarantine.]

Yours certainly has some plans for your future… You will find out what they are a little later.

Yours purrs something to themself and then moves away a little bit, shifting their weight on their oddly shaped legs. You continue to peer at them from over the side of the box, but Yours simply tilts their head and waves their paw in the air a bit.

While you don't understand what they mean, you are a bit curious about the contents of the box, and so you drop down into the depths of the shredded paper. It's quite cozy, all things considered.

You hear Yours call out a new word.

Fortuna rolls a 20-sided die. She rolls a 5.

Unfortunately for Yours, you are far more interested in burrowing under the paper bits than listening to more commands. They try again.

Fortuna rolls a 20-sided die. She rolls a 17.

You decide to pop your head over the side of the box to see what Yours wants, this time. Instantly you are rewarded with coos and a head scratch before being pushed gently back into the box. Satisfied, you poke around in the paper some more.

Yours calls out again.

Fortuna rolls a 20-sided die. She rolls an 11.

You sit up on your haunches and glance at Yours, but quickly go back to burrowing. Yours waits for a bit before calling again.

Fortuna rolls a 20-sided die. She rolls a 12.

Once again, you sit up to look at them, but the allure of the paper is too much. Even if there doesn't seem to be anything else in the box, you're having a blast digging through it.

Your attention seems to have wandered elsewhere... Will you find something new to do, or will you get back on task?