Edo slammed open her door, wheeling herself speedily outside. Heading towards the colosseum next door. She had an office there. For her job. Edo, a sixteen year old girl with a job already. Well, she was great with psychology and math. So she was in charge of organizing fights in the colosseum. Edo entered her office, kittens on her lap, and her puppies trailing behind her, yapping at each other, bounding steadily onward.

Rie and Kookie sat on Edo's shoulder, once she had parked herself at her desk.  Meima chased her tail, like a little puppy. The kittens were happily sleeping, Edo's puppies were playing together, and Edo worked, writing the logs and records of all the fights, detailed descriptions of them. It was part of what Edo considered her job. Making the records of all the fights. Edo worked, pencil skirting and flying over her papers, describing all the fights that Edo had yet to record.

"Crap, breakfast!" Edo shouted, realizing she had yet to eat. She sped out of her office, zipping away from the colosseum, heading towards a cafe. She had fed all her pets, but neglected to feed herself. Well, that was Edo for you. Always working so hard, that she forgets to feed herself. She remembers all but food. Doing all that she needs to, feeding her pets, but often having to be reminded.

Edo sped into the nearest cafe. She was sort of a regular here. Often speeding there in order to get herself a meal.
"I'll have my usual," Edo told the waited before wheeling over to her normal table. the waiter brought her a chocolate pastry, a cinnamon roll, and a mug of raspberry tea. Edo continued to write her records as she ate her pastries and drank her tea.