HAPPY HOUR + weekly tasks

[deimos]

"Okay, one, rude, two, spit one out for me." Sam huffed. She padded over, sitting down. Seeing Crow on his feet again was good, she supposed. But his wounded body had scared her. Deep inside, the anxiety that mixed in with her soul had caused her slight panic. She forget her basic first aid in the sight of it. Her ears twiched as she looked at Leroy still.

"SPEECH"

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