little pistol ⋆ joining

[FINNEGAN F.M.R.]

⋆ ALONE AND STRANDED, OUT OF TIME, ARE YOU RECEIVING ME ALRIGHT? OUT IN THE COLD ARCTURAN NIGHT, WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME BEHIND? LOST TO THE VOID, ALL SENSE OF TIME, WAS THERE NO MEANING TO MY LIFE? THE AIR I BREATHE IS RUNNING DRY, DON'T THINK I'LL LAST ANOTHER NIGHT —

At the sound of a voice, the large dragon looked down, head tilting. A child? No, they wouldn't let a child roam this far, would they? Perhaps this particular type of cat was just... small? Or perhaps all cats just seemed this tiny in this form. He wouldn't know, seeing as this was only the second time he had been stuck in it. Realizing he had been staring silently for too long, he would nod in greeting and part his maw to speak. "Hey, name's Mementomori, but most people call me Vinny. This is the Typhoon, right?" He would ask, sitting back on his haunches and wrapping his tail around his front paws as he awaited an answer.

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