05-07-2021, 01:14 PM
Oh. So he was being lifted up now. Naturally, when his scruff was held fast and his paws were no longer on the ground beneath, his body found itself going limp for the most part, minus his back legs curling up as to not hit anything on the journey over. He might have said something in confusion or similar, but conversation was still very much not in his list of priories. What was on his mind was the prospect of being clean, and a mention of a new home. Blue eyes blinked at Vanya, saying nothing just yet, but something had gotten through the haze if he managed to catch enough to purposely look to the Spiritualist. Perhaps he’d inquire later, he was busy being carried like a kitten. ”New home. Home?” Asking the rhetorical question, mumbling to himself, was the only response otherwise. It had yet to really click.
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