CURE FOR SUMMER | Open

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And the sky was littered
with the corpses of stars,

put it down to insomnia, but Anzarel was tired enough not to feel it when player clambered up his back.

Considering the size difference whether he was more alert he probably also wouldn't have noticed - though when she did slump, one pink iris cracked open lightly and peered upwards catching the barest sight of a paw - and then his ears caught the word and he was lucky to still be so sleepy that he didn't immediatly start.

As it was, he simply files that away for later - sure enough he'd once had many under his figurative and not so figurative wings, he'd never had children no but he supposed he'd had many adoptive children if for lack of better term - and he had been an uncle to Ambriel's frankly large amount of children.

So he merely slid his eye closed again, content to continuing lazing in the half shade - ears twitching as Bastille - he'd recognise that aura - padded closer and then away likely busy considering his position and likely how many had issues to bring up.

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