TIRED RAINY DAYS ☆ open, joining

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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]poetking hadn't meant to settle down in a place like this. he would rather be somewhere nicer, colder.. but he wasn't able to go much further then here, given the fact he may be getting sick from his long journey. at least they had dry houses and soft beds he could claim as his own, but that roar made him realise.. they wouldn't just be his after this. he knew that roar, he knew it to be his brother's.

of course, he loved wormwood, he was his brother, he had to love him.. but he didn't miss him. all that roar made him do was pin his ears back. out of the two of them, he was the more.. gentle one. the one that didn't yell unless he truly needed. making his way to where he head the roar with his head lowered slightly in annoyance, he flicked his ears slightly.

"i couldn't leave even if i wanted to. i nearly had a spell last night, and i'd like to not be unconscious for another three days." he stated. thats why he needed his brother. he was his caretaker, in a way. he made sure he didn't die of starvation or dehydration when he couldn't eat or drink for himself. he hated that he needed to be taken care of, but he guessed that was as good as his life could get. "its good to see you again, brother."