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☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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"Oh, goodness, are you okay?" Pierce almost asked at the sight of the other's bloodied antlers, but upon further thought, decided against it. He hadn't known a ton of deer - or animals like them - in his life, but from the ones he had known, he'd gathered that this was... pretty normal. At least, he hoped it was, and he wasn't too worried, since this guy didn't seem bothered by it. Still, the smell of blood and the grotesque sight of all of it put Pierce on edge, probably because, not only was blood a bad sign to everyone, but he had grown accustomed to very bad things happening when he saw blood. Pushing crimson-stained memories aside, the serval offered August a warm smile as he approached. "Hi there! This is, ah, Snowbound. This is our home, yeah."
It was cold, he'd agree on that, for sure, but having lived in a similar climate almost his entire life, he'd sort of adapted. There weren't any real physical changes, but he'd just developed a tolerance, he supposed. "Of- of course!" the slender tom told August without much thought. In his old home, they'd had this thing called "auto-acceptance", and along with that, he'd been, like, deputy, or something - he couldn't quite remember -, so he'd never had to worry about talking to anyone when accepting new members. Plus, even if someone wasn't planning on joining, they usually offered them shelter anyway. He wasn't sure if that was how it worked here - he hadn't really been around enough to know -, but it was kind of too late now. "Here," he went on, pulling a blue scarf from his leather satchel and offering it up to the cervidae, "I have a bunch of these. You can keep this one- it should help with the cold." Pierce paused for a moment, glancing over to Cry for a moment before he fixed amber visionaries back on the newcomer. "I'm Pierce, by the way. Pierce Parker. What's your name?"
"speech"
It was cold, he'd agree on that, for sure, but having lived in a similar climate almost his entire life, he'd sort of adapted. There weren't any real physical changes, but he'd just developed a tolerance, he supposed. "Of- of course!" the slender tom told August without much thought. In his old home, they'd had this thing called "auto-acceptance", and along with that, he'd been, like, deputy, or something - he couldn't quite remember -, so he'd never had to worry about talking to anyone when accepting new members. Plus, even if someone wasn't planning on joining, they usually offered them shelter anyway. He wasn't sure if that was how it worked here - he hadn't really been around enough to know -, but it was kind of too late now. "Here," he went on, pulling a blue scarf from his leather satchel and offering it up to the cervidae, "I have a bunch of these. You can keep this one- it should help with the cold." Pierce paused for a moment, glancing over to Cry for a moment before he fixed amber visionaries back on the newcomer. "I'm Pierce, by the way. Pierce Parker. What's your name?"
"speech"
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