[ between the devil and the deep blue sea ] - joining

[roan ;]

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｢ BUT NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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BIOGRAPHY —–—

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TOYHOUSE —–-—

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SOOTHSAYER –-—

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TYPHOON —–-—

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The tavern. It was a place that Roan came fairly often, for a couple of main reasons. The first was a casual hobby – card games. He enjoyed participating in the various games usually hosted within the tavern, and he found that he had gotten rather good at them, as well. It was nice to have something rather idle to focus his mind and paws on, rather than something life or death, like his usual work. In addition to this, he also came to the tavern for something else quite important to him – coffee. The various barkeeps of the place always seemed to have a superb way of preparing their coffee, and Roan was always eager to grab it in the morning before he returned to the temple. He hadn't been doing that much lately, however, because of the growing little children within his belly, knowing very well that coffee wouldn't help with their development. Even if he hadn't been pregnant, it seemed as though Paintbrush had caught on to his caffeine addiction, and was eager to shut it down as soon as possible – much to Roan's own chagrin.

This time, when the soothsayer had stepped within the large and comfortable building, he had simply been coming for a bit of company, and maybe a round of cards. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though things were as peaceful as they usually were. There were several gazes leveled in the direction of a nearby table, where both his mama and Keona were, as well. Figuring it wouldn't be a good idea to just ignore it, a soft sigh left the draconic feline before he made his way over, pausing and taking in the situation at hand. An unfamiliar child in the tavern, looking for shelter, and food. With a small frown pulling at his muzzle, Roan questioned the boy softly, "...You're not hurt at all, are you? I'm a medic, so I can help if you are." The draconic feline had never really been one to provide emotional comfort, so he decided instead to just offer his services, if they were required. Of course, his lack of experience with comfort had been worrying him a lot as of late, wondering if he would be better at providing his own children with a relaxing presence.[/td][/tr][/table]