11-16-2019, 10:45 PM
[align=center][div style="width:65%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Meeting time! Meeting time! Ah, he always loved meetings. Not because he actually cared, but because he was nosy and sometimes these meetings became places to air dirty laundry. Fun for everyone involved! So, of course, Lemy showed up, whistling a cheery tune.
He felt no hesitation in sprawling on the ground in an empty spot, lazily gazing upon Warringkingdoms as she began to speak. He's kind of miffed he missed the raid—it sounded exciting, but whatever. He'll participate in one sooner or later. When different populations lived so close together, it was inevitable that they'd give in to the urge to bash their neighbor's brains in.
A...market festival? That sounded interesting but what the hell was he supposed to sell? Dirt? Grass? Essential oils? Like, come get your tree oil! It's mixed with demon spit because fuck you. Lemy had to deeply think about this; he wanted money. Later though.
Blah, blah, other people had joined along with him, including—shit where was he? Lemy discreetly glanced around before forcing himself to relax. It seemed like the serval hadn't arrived yet. Good. Aside from that, there wasn't anything else that peaked his interest. He perked up at the final words.
Lemy quickly scrambled to his paws and bounced towards Rin. "Ooooh! Me, me! Swear Lemy in!" Hell yeah, he was the first one. It meant nothing in the long run of course, but Lemy wanted to be proud of something, damn it.
He felt no hesitation in sprawling on the ground in an empty spot, lazily gazing upon Warringkingdoms as she began to speak. He's kind of miffed he missed the raid—it sounded exciting, but whatever. He'll participate in one sooner or later. When different populations lived so close together, it was inevitable that they'd give in to the urge to bash their neighbor's brains in.
A...market festival? That sounded interesting but what the hell was he supposed to sell? Dirt? Grass? Essential oils? Like, come get your tree oil! It's mixed with demon spit because fuck you. Lemy had to deeply think about this; he wanted money. Later though.
Blah, blah, other people had joined along with him, including—shit where was he? Lemy discreetly glanced around before forcing himself to relax. It seemed like the serval hadn't arrived yet. Good. Aside from that, there wasn't anything else that peaked his interest. He perked up at the final words.
Lemy quickly scrambled to his paws and bounced towards Rin. "Ooooh! Me, me! Swear Lemy in!" Hell yeah, he was the first one. It meant nothing in the long run of course, but Lemy wanted to be proud of something, damn it.