FEED ME, SEYMOUR / MEETING

[penelope.]

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— penelope "pen" luane | virtue of diligence | the blackguard —

Pen kept an eye on the outside as the weather turned, fascinated with the very concept of snow storms.  Cold as it was though, she found herself locked inside until the end, somewhat disappointed her fur was not thick enough to withstand such a weather event.  With her tail flicking, the pastel torbie blinked as Kliment's voice reached her ever-alert ears.

She grinned as she bounded towards the sound, waving her tail in friendly greeting as she found a seat, crossing her eyes as she discovered a stray snowflake on her nose.

— WHAT'S UP DANGER? —