[size=9pt]All scarred body and disheveled fur, the lion picks himself up from where he’d been leaning, limp, against the blank walls of the room. He hates the place with a fucking passion; the flickering screens and numerous computers have long since been turned off, but still, the control room hangs on to that coldness that has Moon uneasy whenever he’s forced to be there.
But he figures he needs to spend an hour or two, here and there, in the kip, or it’d look bad or something. Not so Astral Seraph-y of him. Thea just so manages to catch him on one of those hours. ”Shoot.” Says the lion, and though he sounds nonchalant as he always does, there’s a gentle pinch to his guess, lips parting to portray an expression of someone who knows somethings off. He has a bad feeling about this.
/rushed + mobiles yikes
But he figures he needs to spend an hour or two, here and there, in the kip, or it’d look bad or something. Not so Astral Seraph-y of him. Thea just so manages to catch him on one of those hours. ”Shoot.” Says the lion, and though he sounds nonchalant as he always does, there’s a gentle pinch to his guess, lips parting to portray an expression of someone who knows somethings off. He has a bad feeling about this.
/rushed + mobiles yikes
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