I GOT SOUL ; joining ; BUT I'M NOT A SOLIDER

[SÉAMUS]

[div style="width: 90%;overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color:black;"][align=left]☠ I COULD BE THE LIGHT OR DARKNESS, REDEMPTION OR SORROW ☠

Séamus did not trust the nice ones.  From his experience, the friendliest ones were often the most dangerous.  A smile could be a double-bladed sword.  He knew. He enjoyed welding that sword himself.  Of course, there were always the exceptions, little smiley do-gooders, much like his older brother, who lived in the world of manners and upbeat friendliness.  Whether it was all honest or not was always up in the air.  Unsurprisingly, he did not trust his older brother.

Perhaps he was being unreasonable, or paranoid.  He had played the game since he was a child, but it was unlikely everyone else had.  The rusty spotted cat slid in to join the group like a shadow, inclining his head forward in greeting.  "Séamus Ó Faolán.  Pleasure to make yer acquaintance love."

☠ SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN - HE/HIM - RUSTY SPOTTED CAT - TAGS ☠