TurningHandles

“[Name], can you keep a secret?” your friend asked you in a hushed whisper; though you had glared at her with the utmost distaste, she released a carefree laugh at your silent anger. “I knew you could!” A soft mewling erupted from your friend's bag, and she pulled it open, lifting up a ball of matted raven-black fur. “I found this little guy wandering the headquarters in the rain, and I just couldn't leave him out there!” You stared at her with your classic 'are you an idiot' look. The consequences of your punishment if someone was to catch you two in the hall with this feline was staggering, but being th