AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Quiet the breathless, ears twitching as the other spoke. He was a lot less intimidating than the body he wore, easing him further. Nodding faintly as he looked to his book, debating his words. That was an interesting name - how did one spell it? Clumsy the attempt, Dewkaleeon? he tried, sounding it out in his mind. Interesting though long.
Don't see why not you can't stay. he would write before looking him over, a faint heat claiming his fur. He hadn't seen injuries externally visible, though quick his curious gaze caught grass under paws yellowing. He stored it away mentally, remaining unaddressed as a sneeze wracked him, paw lifted in apology.
He really must be developing a cold. Giving a faint nod to Fraggle's words of his ability to tackle most injuries that came his way. Gaze would turn back to Vincent, apologetic the quick smile for well-meant apology if he had caused him any prior discomfort.
Don't see why not you can't stay. he would write before looking him over, a faint heat claiming his fur. He hadn't seen injuries externally visible, though quick his curious gaze caught grass under paws yellowing. He stored it away mentally, remaining unaddressed as a sneeze wracked him, paw lifted in apology.
He really must be developing a cold. Giving a faint nod to Fraggle's words of his ability to tackle most injuries that came his way. Gaze would turn back to Vincent, apologetic the quick smile for well-meant apology if he had caused him any prior discomfort.
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