AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The arrival of Vincent had him nod his head in greeting to the other male. Vision switching back to Sethiram as he lapped up the seeds, giving him a soft and warm smile. He could introduce himself later. First was to look at the wounds, though he'd much rather dress them in the safety of their camp. Standing up properly with a curl of his tail, he offered a paw to the other in a wordless invitation. He would observe the other when he eventually got up, to see where the worst of the injuries were. He only had a minimal amount of herbs on him at any point.
Ignoring Cleopatra had become a new thing for him, or at least he was trying to ignore her. He had a few flowers that he wanted to throw in her face, mainly with the satisfaction that he knew what they meant and she didn't. Even if she knew the meaning, all the better.
Ignoring Cleopatra had become a new thing for him, or at least he was trying to ignore her. He had a few flowers that he wanted to throw in her face, mainly with the satisfaction that he knew what they meant and she didn't. Even if she knew the meaning, all the better.
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