where do we go from here | JOINING

[pallid-i]

MR. GLASSMAN— His blue eyes narrowed and the male hummed small acknowledgement. "Nice to meet the Ardent." He mused idly before casting down a quick glance at his paws. "I've been walking for a while and my pads got soft. Touching the hot sand made the skin burn up, hence the bloody smell." Glassman also had a tendency to work a lot. It helped keep things off his mind, for the most part.

/hell yeah fool —HE'S REALLY SOFT SPOKEN

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