WON'T MATTER TOMORROW ☆ o, missing

[DAMION MAVERICK]

"CALL ME MAVERICK"

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"thema, shut the hell up." came the snarl. she obviously had no regard for a fucking clanmate whatsoever. what live was hers worth if she didn't care about one of her own? optics  narrowed as they locked in on her throat he turn turned as arlo approached, looking rather scary. the hellhound released the npc and stood next to the vanguard with a snort, running a  bloodred tongue over crossed jaws, nodded to himself as everyone gradually expressed interest to join the patrol to get him back. "i'm not so sure it's a good idea we let cleopatra come, arlo." leant over to murmur to the feline, tail flicking and digging grooves into the ground. "i fear she might strike a deal with the pitt and use 'helping fragglerock get back' as an excuse to scout them out. i'm coming too."

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