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"Ts... Tsuyu? Yeah. Cut it out." Dagon knew this time would pass. Either they'd get bored and leave, or something would call them to tend to their own clan, or Snowbound would find a way to destroy them. He knew about picking your battles and this one was not worth it. Getting into a fight right now over bad feeling and fucking soup wasn't worth it. "Dragon. You too." He said, looking at Floris. Maybe they would fucking remember they were higher rank than them. He wandered over to the soup pot and sniffed it tentatively, lip curling in disgust. They didn't eat soup. They were used to eating food scraps and garbage, but since leaving the city they had attempted a diet of pure meat and prey. "And Gwen. He said, looking at Dimitri's tribemates with drunken, tired eyes.
There was a small bottle of whiskey hanging from a shapeshifted tail, he stumbled in his steps and moved back to a spot near the door, lowering the bottle, shapeshiting a hand to open it, and taking a gracious swig. He was their cohost for now, so the clan would have to deal with his drunk, tired ass.
There was a small bottle of whiskey hanging from a shapeshifted tail, he stumbled in his steps and moved back to a spot near the door, lowering the bottle, shapeshiting a hand to open it, and taking a gracious swig. He was their cohost for now, so the clan would have to deal with his drunk, tired ass.
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