SPECIAL DELIVERY | joining

[raz]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]At last! Mourn nodded aggressively, and pointed to herself again just to make sure Atbash knew that was her name. Flipping the paper over, Mourn drew a little drawing of a mouse entering into a large group - of which she drew a little Mark and Atbash at the front - and put a big question mark above it. Is this a group, can I join? She looked back up at Atbash and watched her reaction, gauging whether she understood or not.

[cortexx]

Well, the closest thing he could find to an appropriately-sized blanket was a teensy bit big for the little mouse girl, but it was soft and warm enough to suffice, he hoped. The raven flapped back over to where Atbash and Mourn (whose name he just caught as he was landing), claws clutched around a small little blanket that he clearly used himself when he was cold based on its size, landing with a little upwards spurt of snow and stretching his claw out. "Will this do, dear?" he asked, registering the little notepad out of the corner of his eye. He didn't even know if she was still needing some warmth at this point, but to him, it was the principle of the matter.

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[guts]

In his new form, Aizawa knew he could be a bit intimidating. If his dull expression and almost judgement eyes didn't do the trick, then his large body would probably make him seem more frightening than he was. Most animals here were dwarfed by him, especially since most of their members were animals like mice and birds. It was interesting to see such things, really. Everyone was different in both character and size.

He's passing by when he hears the commotion, his head turning to register Atbash and someone else he didn't know yet. He'd probably come to know his name sooner or later. Trotting up to see what they were looking at, he noticed the small animal curled up under the cabin, his only sign of interest being a slight raise of a figurative eyebrow. "Mourning Star," he echoes after Atbash, narrowing his eyes slightly at the paper. "Yes, you can stay, if you want," he didn't have any qualms with letting them stay, as long as they didn't prove to be a problem. But he probably had his own definition of 'problem.'

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