It's a long way to Tipperary! // Joining // It's a long way, I know!

[ATLAS.]

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Atlas didn't mind monotony. There was something comforting about the knowledge that he was safe, because boredom meant routine, which meant stability. Like Agathe, he wanders around this territory doing the same things again and again, but unlike her, he... hasn't been all that productive about it. It wasn't so much patrolling as aimless meandering. Stumbling across this situation is luck — good luck to most people, but bad luck to him. The dog isn't the most social of creatures and his mood has been particularly sour as of late. As he comes to a standstill by the cats, his mouth is twisted into a vaguely displeased frown. His mouth temporarily softens in amusement, corner ticking up. Establishment. This is hardly that, just some loose, messy web of people tangled around one another. Still, the word softens his mood. "Our establishment?" he quotes, unable to let it go even as a grin slowly splits his face. For a moment, Atlas doesn't look so severely disinterested in the world. "Yeah, you're probably welcome to stay." (He shrugs, fully aware that he's useless. It's not like he's the leader, yeah?) "Where'd you come from, anyway?"

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｢ WORD COUNT: 192. MUSE LEVEL: 06. APPEARANCE NOTES. ｣