10-06-2018, 12:20 PM
It wasn't an abnormality to see a joiner at the gates as usually during his jogs is when he would find them there. Lately he had been trapped in this smaller body, making his movements less fast and more sluggish. Huffing crazily as if he had just got done running a marathon, Marcellus hunched over and began to breath in and out, trying to gather himself before he finally looked up to view the crowd of Typhoon members near the gates. His small paws carried him towards the gathering of members and he looked over to the joiner in which he padded over to Goldenluxury and sat down next to the bengal. It seemed as if the 'name and business' portion had been taken care of so he would simply wait in silence.
//museless, sorry!
//museless, sorry!