can beauty come out of ashes? // intro, open

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ I need to know if you're feeling it
Or I'm wasting my time Your way, or mine
— Curious. Foxtrot had no business with the Library, unlike the others, and was simply watching the events unfold, his anxiety washing over him and rendering him useless to the spot. He watched as she fell, as she was rescued, and then as others crowded the female, all worried and mewing towards her to ensure her safety. Yet, he simply stood there, glued, frozen. Yet suddenly he shook his head, whining, and finally jumping down next to the others, beating himself up mentally. You did it! You did it again! Did you not learn from last time? He whimpered at his own thoughts, tears threatening to burn at his eyes before he quickly blinked them away, breathing heavily as he further neared the group.

"I'm- I'm sorry! I don't have anything, I should've- I probably should've -" Foxtrot starts to whimper and finds himself getting even more upset than he was before, shaking in his own fur. "I- I'm so sorry, I don't - I don't mean to - I should get you a, towel, a blanket, something, I'm -" The poor boy just keeps rambling and going on, almost hyperventilating at this point.