04-04-2018, 10:33 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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The bengal followed at an idle pace, evidently not too concerned about losing track of him. It wasn't like he couldn't track him down quickly if needed. He eyed the wildcat as he climbed about, and then rolled his eyes. "Yes, it works. The Observatory opens up, too. Starry has been learning the controls for everything -- he's quite obsessed with space."
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]