DANCE FUCKER DANCE -- o, attacker

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

The sudden scent of Tanglewood greeted her, and the white feline was drawn towards it. In the recent weeks, she had grown to slowly, slowly, slowly trust the Tanglefuckers. She had done it begrudgingly. She hadn't wanted to like them, but most of the members were kind. They had extended warm welcomes to she and Margaery when they visited on ambassador business, and they had been empathetic when the pair delivered news of Starrynight's death. Beck was really the only one Suite didn't trust. He had hurt Luna. He had hurt Bast. She would never forgive him of that - alliance or not.

"Who the fuck's this?" Suiteheart inquired, brushing gently passed Playerone in greeting before taking a stand beside Washington. The white feline gazed up at the hellhound, eyes narrowing to slits. There was something about him that put her on edge - and Washington's nervousness wasn't helping Maine's case. "You're trespassing, buddy. Hope you've got a good reason." There was an edge in her tone; she wasn't too happy today it seemed.

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