Jojo awoke easily that morning, her eyes scanning the sky as she would pop her neck and with a delicate ease focused on what a day this would be. Her own nature of knowing what kind of day this was would only be intentionally perfected by her own knowledge of what missions were to be done and what would be expected of her to perform them to the degree necessary in her own knowledge. She would look up at the sky, look at the clouds that flowed as she would smile, today was just another normal day to her as she got up.

The cool breeze blowing through her apartment’s window, the bed and its soft colors of blue and white with triangular symbols along it. She rubbed her hand on the soft quilt and then looked at her door, through the door slit there was a letter, and it was black. ‘A mission… wonder what they have me doing today.” She wondered while walking, dressed in just some black shorts and her white tank top as it was her normal sleeping attire while her green hair was not kept well during her sleeping hour. She would grip the page and then open it, looking at the letter.

To walk a dog through the village for a lady that was about her own age, okay that much she could do easy enough. It was not going to be any trouble doing this and she had no worries about it either so she would pop her neck and shower, she had about thirty minutes so drying her hair in the humid air was going to have to suffice. She would breeze through the shower and initially she would begin pampering herself with all the necessary knowledge of smells as she knew dogs hated perfumes and such.

Her eyes focused lightly until heading out and beginning the day by walking towards the home that she would find the small Pomeranian dog waiting on a leash patiently. The woman left a note and was already gone but that mattered little. The note merely said for Jojo to walk the dog around for a while and make sure that the dog’s monstrous energy is dwindled, yes Jojo could do that. Her eyes looked at the small dog and she would smile as she would get down to it’s level, looking it in the eye with her own golden eyes as she would pet the dog.

Or at least she attempted it before the dog bit her hand. She was so tempted to kill it because of that yet she would merely let it bite and then she would shake her head accepting the pain before finally gripping the leash. She would let the dog’s punishment slide since she was not going to just be a passerby but rather her own knowledge of this little dog’s anatomy was too weak to accept much punishment. She would shake her said and say, “Mush.” Graciously the dog knew what she meant.

He began to run, and swiftly as she would rush to keep up with a small moving pace, all around the village this dog seemed to run, keeping to try to go away yet Jojo’s hands were ironclad along that grip of a handle called a leash. She would continue to run with the dog, plenty of people didn’t mind as she did this and graciously she would find the day passing by quickly, the moon rising as she would continue to walk the dog before his energy was ran dry. To which she would walk the little bastard back home, her hands iron tight loosened up slightly when she would notice the dog’s master and handed the dog over, “He did real good, and had plenty of exercise. Please have a good night.” The night was young and Jojo was going to be going out drinking.