◜ underneath the tree : ascendants invite ◞

[arcy]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim had been trying to catch up on politics lately. .. He wasn't too fond of the research he had to do for this stuff, partly a holdover from the hellish amount of papers he'd have to read through before diplomatic stuff. Luckily, it wasn't too hard in this case. It was just .. politics. Like alliances. He didn't know the specific scents of the places, but whatever the hell.
The Ascendants wasn't an ally as far as he was aware, but they weren't an enemy, either. Which, inviting neutrals to stuff made sense. Kept you on good standing and all that. Especially cause this was, y'know, Christmas. Jim regards the exceedingly casual tuxedo somewhat lazily. Then, crookedly, the wolfdog grins, stretching wide along his maw. "'Or whatever?' Comforting," He says, though his tone is light. Jim considers this invitation for a moment -- as Guardsman, he had permission to accept, right? Well, it didn't really matter to Jim if he was right or wrong anyways. He tilts his head for a moment, then nods. "Sure, why not. I'll let people know," The mud-covered wolfdog tries to shrug. He's not particularly sure if he's successful, considering how difficult it was to translate human motions to this fucking ... dog, even if people understood. Well, in any case, he just hopes the hike up to wherever the fuck the Ascendants is turns out to be worth it.

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