AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Ever silent would come the tom, standing towards the back of those who would gather, a curious expression on his face. A meeting? Maybe it was like when he had been a proper grim - when the lot of them would meet to discuss how best to protect the reapers they were assigned to, and what service they could give them in repayment for giving them a job to do. Licking down his chest fur, the tabby would loaf, tucking his paws under his body though keeping a clear view of Arlo, gaze flicking to Damion quietly before focusing on the Vanguard once again with a blink as he settled in to listen, his small satchel of tools and notebook pressed against his ribs.
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