07-19-2018, 04:18 PM
[size=9pt]There was more. Jesus. This place was pretty big, wasn't it? And somehow he had a feeling there was more to the group. What a weird bunch, too, cats and dogs and other things. Speaking of, since when did Mittens and Spot get on?
Moon is grateful when Roman pushes the bowl forward. He passes him a smile, something genuine, as the lion peers into the container. A smell washes over him-- marigold and burdock and there's that emotional wave again, coming up on the horizon like a tsunami. He swallows, throat dry, and focuses on the latest stranger for the sake of his sanity. "Thanks. I'll see what I can do with this stuff." He's about to ask more about the clan, too, but then a feathery creature lands out of no where and, lookit, they've got a whole Petco. He eyes the thing, having never seen anything like him before. His words are just a little bit embarrassing, but Moon's never claimed to be a linguistic genius. "Jeez," he says, as Gabriel takes his leave, looking back at Imperia. "Who hurt Hedwig?"
Moon is grateful when Roman pushes the bowl forward. He passes him a smile, something genuine, as the lion peers into the container. A smell washes over him-- marigold and burdock and there's that emotional wave again, coming up on the horizon like a tsunami. He swallows, throat dry, and focuses on the latest stranger for the sake of his sanity. "Thanks. I'll see what I can do with this stuff." He's about to ask more about the clan, too, but then a feathery creature lands out of no where and, lookit, they've got a whole Petco. He eyes the thing, having never seen anything like him before. His words are just a little bit embarrassing, but Moon's never claimed to be a linguistic genius. "Jeez," he says, as Gabriel takes his leave, looking back at Imperia. "Who hurt Hedwig?"
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