01-03-2019, 02:30 AM
[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
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;"]Upon being summoned, Crow bumbled to the meeting area and moved to take a seat on the ground, but his paws landed on the powdery layer of snow on the ground and he recoiled. Oh, that was there. With a grimace and an apologetic glance to Morgan, he evaporated the crystalline precipitation in a cat sized circle, big enough for him to rest his rear.
The samoyed began to speak, the usual stuff, and then he heard his name. Whaa? A promotion? 'I'm gonna screw this up soon,' he pessimistically thought to himself with a blush, then cleared his throat. "U-um, t-thank you."