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DRESDENBOMBS VEGLADON
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Dresden had missed a bit of drama, he'd gathered. The dark tom had only made an appearance late last night, slipping into the Observatory with his escorts in a quiet, uneventful thing. He'd done the dutiful thing and ran a patrol, injuring himself along the way. He'd made some friends seeking assistance with that. As far as he was concerned, he was ticking all the boxes: joining, settling, participating, going about typical group living life. The cobwebs binding his paw tightly at the joint shifted against his skin in a smug reminder that it was working.
Next, of course, he was meant to be making slightly better friends than those quick interactions. He had enough options to choose from, he supposed, but he avoided the obvious — targeting the higher ups in their little social hierarchy first — and instead settled on the more subtle options. Those who were more needy, maybe. Those clinging to the edge of the social circle as was, looking for a life-line, a connection. He sniffed out the weak links that afternoon and went about befriending.
He supposed that this kid practically lay himself down at Dres' paws, slinking out of the Observatory with the dodgy look of dejected youth. It was only a bit after that he finally followed, casually wandering through the fields and winding slightly. No need to directly track the kid down. He came at it from an angle, drifting off path a bit first, and there was a moment where his wandering paused and his attention heightened on the stranger as if just seeing him. With a distant nod in greeting, he picked up the pace and started to walk with purpose towards the other male.
"Hello," he greeted, voice loosing a barely too smooth edge to it as he injected more warmth. Orange eyes flicked over this stranger briefly, curious but polite, not too intrusive. "What're you doing out here? Guess the weather is nice enough, but it's kind of... quiet." A sheepish smile, loading on the boyish charm. "Not that that's a bad thing. You know, if you're into quiet. Sorry, where are my manners? I'm Dresdenbombs, or Dres."
[align=center][table][tr][td]Next, of course, he was meant to be making slightly better friends than those quick interactions. He had enough options to choose from, he supposed, but he avoided the obvious — targeting the higher ups in their little social hierarchy first — and instead settled on the more subtle options. Those who were more needy, maybe. Those clinging to the edge of the social circle as was, looking for a life-line, a connection. He sniffed out the weak links that afternoon and went about befriending.
He supposed that this kid practically lay himself down at Dres' paws, slinking out of the Observatory with the dodgy look of dejected youth. It was only a bit after that he finally followed, casually wandering through the fields and winding slightly. No need to directly track the kid down. He came at it from an angle, drifting off path a bit first, and there was a moment where his wandering paused and his attention heightened on the stranger as if just seeing him. With a distant nod in greeting, he picked up the pace and started to walk with purpose towards the other male.
"Hello," he greeted, voice loosing a barely too smooth edge to it as he injected more warmth. Orange eyes flicked over this stranger briefly, curious but polite, not too intrusive. "What're you doing out here? Guess the weather is nice enough, but it's kind of... quiet." A sheepish smile, loading on the boyish charm. "Not that that's a bad thing. You know, if you're into quiet. Sorry, where are my manners? I'm Dresdenbombs, or Dres."
WE'RE JUST RESURRECTION MEN
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