amy likes spiders — visiting

[ghostpact]

Well, his journey could've gone a whole lot better. At least he still had his hat, though dirtier now, and cool new scars to show off.

"Ahhh shiiiiit! That was a fuckin' wild trip, fellas!" He spoke aloud as he sauntered right into the Observatory despite being absent for months now. He was still a member right? They seriously couldn't mind that he walked back into his own home. He paused a moment, paw reaching to adjust his hat as he glanced around.

"Don't worry, though. I'm still alive," he said to no one in particular, eyes scanning the Grand Circle for literally anyone he might've known. Shit, had it been longer than he thought? If so, it would be incredibly awkward if no one recognized him. Of course, he already conjured up some excuse he could use to play it off if that were the case.

✘♛

[Grimm]

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“Hello,” a gentle rasp, a greeting familiar to him, spoken towards many he had come to cross, accompanied with a smile easy upon dark features. He seemed a shadow, lingering about the edge of the circle, the bright shine of golden eyes all that separated him as he watched others move past about their daily activities. There seemed a great deal of activity, none of it overly interesting and so Har had kept to himself, or at least had until this odd stranger made his entrance, comfortable as though he belonged. "Where go?"