Neigh-8ors | Closed to Nepeta and Equius

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Having packed the most of her belongings into designated boxes and with only a few hours left to "VACATE THE PREMISES" before "LEGAL ACTION" would be taken, Vriska decided now was the opportune moment to enlist some help in the Immediate Apartment Scramble(TM)

Nepeta was stronger than she looked and Vriska knew this; her petite athletic friend would be much needed man-power in moving all this crap. Especially in the state she'd found herself in after her recent encounter with the 8eefucker. Her knuckles were left bruised-- she'd managed to get in at least one good lick before... whatever that was that he did. And what he did had left most of her chest with second degree burns, very painful and very gross looking burns. Luckily her shirt hid her gingerly bandaged injuries.

"Whatever he is, whatever he did to me... I'm going to get him back for this," Vriska spoke to herself out loud, having lost her original train of thought. She quickly remembered the task at hand though.

Vriska rummaged around for her phone, finding it under one of many, many boxes labelled "Nic Cage memorabilia" in messy, looping blue marker.

Are you 8usy?
Of course you're not. And if you are, this is waaaaaaaay more important.
I need your help.
We're HUNTING... For a new apartment.
I'm getting kicked out and I need someone to help me move ASAP.
I need you to 8e here as soon as you can.
Text me 8ack when you see this.

Vriska sent the message to her frisky friend before tacking on an additional text.

Oh, and 8y the way...
Do you know of any cheap apartments in town? Like, literally ANYTHING that isn't a total dump will do.

Vriska continued packing while she waited for Nepeta's answer.