09-12-2018, 11:46 PM
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☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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Pierce had been just stirring when Monroe called, blinking honey hues and giving a soft yawn as he rolled out of bed. Clementine was still fast asleep in her own bed, and as the tom situated himself, he noted the slight chill in the air. He had to admit, he'd been looking forward to the change of season. He had grown up in a chilly climate, and then lived in Snowbound for months- though servals as a species weren't really built for it, he had grown so accustomed to the cold that it was almost more comfortable than warm weather. With this in mind, he grabbed his yellow scarf as he stepped out the door, hurrying in the direction of the fountain.
The slender Goldenblood arrived seemingly just in time, looking over the gathering group of Sunhaveners for a place to sit. Despite all his time here, he had yet to really make any friends, not any good ones, at least. It was no one's fault but his own, of course, as he had been kind of - well, really - closed-off emotionally after Riddler left. He liked Monroe, and Ilijas, and Jeri, but he’d yet to take advantage of the opportunity to befriend any of them. Taking a seat near Bex, Pierce offered her a soft, "Hey," before turning his attention onto Monroe. The Helion seemingly had a lot to say today, and Pierce found his attention drifting slightly, though he tried his best to keep his ears perked in the other’s direction. He did manage to hear Bucky’s promotion, and a small, somewhat uncomfortable smile found its way to his features- it’d been so long since he’d been able to work alongside another deputy in the clan. Or, in this case, assistant deputy. However glad he was about that, however, he was a little hesitant about it being, you know, Bucky. They just weren’t very alike, he guessed. As Monroe concluded the meeting, Pierce got to his paws, calling out, "Ah, congrats Bucky- and everyone else! And noted, Monroe." That sounded adequate.
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Pierce had been just stirring when Monroe called, blinking honey hues and giving a soft yawn as he rolled out of bed. Clementine was still fast asleep in her own bed, and as the tom situated himself, he noted the slight chill in the air. He had to admit, he'd been looking forward to the change of season. He had grown up in a chilly climate, and then lived in Snowbound for months- though servals as a species weren't really built for it, he had grown so accustomed to the cold that it was almost more comfortable than warm weather. With this in mind, he grabbed his yellow scarf as he stepped out the door, hurrying in the direction of the fountain.
The slender Goldenblood arrived seemingly just in time, looking over the gathering group of Sunhaveners for a place to sit. Despite all his time here, he had yet to really make any friends, not any good ones, at least. It was no one's fault but his own, of course, as he had been kind of - well, really - closed-off emotionally after Riddler left. He liked Monroe, and Ilijas, and Jeri, but he’d yet to take advantage of the opportunity to befriend any of them. Taking a seat near Bex, Pierce offered her a soft, "Hey," before turning his attention onto Monroe. The Helion seemingly had a lot to say today, and Pierce found his attention drifting slightly, though he tried his best to keep his ears perked in the other’s direction. He did manage to hear Bucky’s promotion, and a small, somewhat uncomfortable smile found its way to his features- it’d been so long since he’d been able to work alongside another deputy in the clan. Or, in this case, assistant deputy. However glad he was about that, however, he was a little hesitant about it being, you know, Bucky. They just weren’t very alike, he guessed. As Monroe concluded the meeting, Pierce got to his paws, calling out, "Ah, congrats Bucky- and everyone else! And noted, Monroe." That sounded adequate.
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