AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Settled became his body, comfortable with the two others presences so close to his own. Tail flicking as he rested, eyes returning quickly to half lid to show his comfort. The matter of being startled had been his own, too absorbed in his enjoyment of his creation to have noticed Arlo earlier, though enhancement of senses had given some forewarning of Vincent's approach. Easy the shuffle of body to allow him in closer, ears twitching as the other read silently.
Was it perhaps too messy to read? Could the other make sense of it? Refraining from tapping his paws in worry, instead his paws faintly kneading at the stone and dirt under his body. He was anxious until the other spoke, the return of his smile even wider. Nodding gently- he had lived a very interesting life, and he was sure it would only continue. Rings? He could make them. Raising a paw to his left ear, gently brushing the twin ring piercings there. He'd made them himself. Rings were easy enough to create. His face would turn serious as he nodded again, indicating he could.
Was it perhaps too messy to read? Could the other make sense of it? Refraining from tapping his paws in worry, instead his paws faintly kneading at the stone and dirt under his body. He was anxious until the other spoke, the return of his smile even wider. Nodding gently- he had lived a very interesting life, and he was sure it would only continue. Rings? He could make them. Raising a paw to his left ear, gently brushing the twin ring piercings there. He'd made them himself. Rings were easy enough to create. His face would turn serious as he nodded again, indicating he could.
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