09-29-2018, 08:10 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: work sans; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 3px; line-height: 1.5;"]Bam wasn't very much good at anything ( or at least that was what he told himself ). It wasn't much self-deprecation as it was just . . . facts. Actually, scratch that. He was good at singing. He was good at making music. And he was good at making some bomb ass ramen. What other talents could he possibly need in life? Medicine? MMA training? Painting? No thanks.
The dark-furred snow leopard had witnessed the whole incident with his own two eyes. Quietly, he had been observing from a corner ( not in a creepy fashion, of course ) and had seen the healer collapse upon entering her quarters. While he normally didn't care to stick his nose into anybody else's business, that was quite an alarming sight. His curiosity couldn't help but be aroused.
One of the higher rankings ( he didn't know his name, he had just seen him around ) had already raced to the medic's aid ( which was quite ironic ). Bam followed after swiftly, though he wasn't in a terrible hurry. After all, it wasn't like he knew the healer well enough to actually be concerned for her life and well-being. His amber luminaries traced over her pale, moonlit figure — rugged fur, her bony ribcage, her still and unmoving form. "Whoaaaaaa," Bam raised his eyebrows, coming to a stop. "Is she fuckin' dead?" He had asked, flicking his rounded ears.
The dark-furred snow leopard had witnessed the whole incident with his own two eyes. Quietly, he had been observing from a corner ( not in a creepy fashion, of course ) and had seen the healer collapse upon entering her quarters. While he normally didn't care to stick his nose into anybody else's business, that was quite an alarming sight. His curiosity couldn't help but be aroused.
One of the higher rankings ( he didn't know his name, he had just seen him around ) had already raced to the medic's aid ( which was quite ironic ). Bam followed after swiftly, though he wasn't in a terrible hurry. After all, it wasn't like he knew the healer well enough to actually be concerned for her life and well-being. His amber luminaries traced over her pale, moonlit figure — rugged fur, her bony ribcage, her still and unmoving form. "Whoaaaaaa," Bam raised his eyebrows, coming to a stop. "Is she fuckin' dead?" He had asked, flicking his rounded ears.
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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