GIVE IT UP [joining]

[Miluina]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]It didn't take long for someone to find him. The grumble that Sephiroth emitted as he emerged made Doublet's limbs lock, and he lowered his body defensively as the lion drew near. Some of the tension seemed to fade when the Pharoh stopped, although the feline didn't relax entirely. Something seemed off about this one, and he took a small step back before rising to his normal height. "Business?" He echoed, confusion lacing his words. "No, I'm... is this a group? I was hoping I could stay for a bit, or something." He wasn't sure what sort of business he could have been on, especially in his worn out state. Doublet studied the larger feline's glazed over eyes. Something told him that perhaps this wasn't the best place for him if he wanted to live a normal and quiet life, but he had come too far to turn back now. He was tired and hungry, and dehydrated half to death. There was no way he'd be able to drag himself all the way back across the desert.

The next person to appear didn't help his fears at all. Doublet watched cautiously as a bandaged canine appeared, his eyes lingering on the covered wounds before switching to the male's face. The dog spoke. Doublet frowned at the somewhat insulting words, but didn't dignify them with a response. The most the Mogar got was an embarrassed flush of the cheeks, and an adverting of his gaze. He wasn't unused to being poked fun at. He wore what he liked to wear, despite the ridicule that he often faced for it. He wasn't as flashy as Click, but then again, the demon could handle it when they were attacked for it. He focused his attention back on the first one to appear, trying to ignore the musical clink of the star around his neck.