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PHYSICALLY HARD | MENTALLY MEDIUM | MAGICALLY MEDIUM | ATTACK IN [b]#757f96[/b]
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]When he heard Leroy was going to the junkyard, Crow jumped up from his organizing, grabbed his satchel and dagger, and dashed out the door. Oh boy, he had nothing to do. He had seen Leroy around before, and he seemed interesting, right?
The feline was in an unusually good mood today. Everything felt... perfect, but he knew it wouldn't last. It never did. So why not take advantage of it.
The feline had dust particles on his face when he caught up to the rest of the group, but he didn't seem to notice or mind. He squeezed his frail form under the fence, pausing upon exit to release the fur along his back from the grips of the barrier, then settled on the ground with a huff. Finally, he could catch his breath.
He would spot Leroy, hunched over from exhaustion nearby, and the feline's face relaxed with concern. "Hey, you're not lookin' so hot right now," he observed. "It's okay if you need to go rest."