I look up to the ceiling and take in a deep breath, my home town or life for that matter isn't quite that interesting.
"Well, Manga is in a small town on an island thousands of miles from here, strictly for manga-cats to live on only," I look at my nails and polish them a little. "We have three different classes kind of like humans; poor, mixed, and high classed, my father was poor classed," my ears perk down in dissapointment to have to share this information.
"Lets see, my father fishes for a living and my mom is just a caterer," I shrug indifferently. "But then again, they did trade with high classed people," my eyes begin to widen in realization. "They wore all black, and had a silver insigna on their forhead, kind of like the one on this Inn's floor," I look at Victoria excitedly. "I think were getting somewhere, what about you? Any weird insiginas popping up in human world?"