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@Foster Sure, but what would she pay with? And cats would make the best contraband.
Nah. He empathizes with them, having been a stray aswell. He wouldn't move them regardless as he knows firsthand how hard is to sleep well being a stray.


True, true. Still wanna see cat ears somewhere though....
Stray kittens sounds adorable...
Those freeloaders in his bed wearing car ears so he'd be less inclined to move in the morning?
:/ a lot of effort, a few scrapped ideas, and more time than I care to count: this is the fruit of my labor



Oh good gracious deity of choice, this is no where near complete and I most likely forgot a thing or five, feel free to point things out that might not make sense.

Also, would multiple characters be acceptable or would it be too much
(T-T) please tell me
@converge

I've spent the last day expanding on the character I have in mind.
I've reached the word limit on the notepad I've been using :(

Edit: Hell, I even started a new notepad from the view of a Doctor's report on her enhancement progress! WHY AM I SO OBSESSED WITH THIS!
@vietmyke

Awwww, I had that kind of idea too.... oh well, I'll see what else I ended up with on the drawing board, no problem.
Fascinating idea, where do I sign up?
*insert valid reply here*
The Wolf growled and jumped slightly when Evan evidently read John's mind, then looked to John himself.

John's expression darkend sourly. He recalled his Father's blue eyes and Mother's green looking back at him. He recalled his cousin playfully teasing him. And Susana's smile...

No. There were other reasons to remember family names and titles besides petty, societal worth.

He again re-envisioned the flames.

"I... will always... look back..." John stated through gritted teeth.

"Thank you, Ms. Starr," John said after a small silence, then he turned and walked back to the entryway.
John silently let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Harv mentioned the Starrs came from a small town, small family. He couldn't hold everyone to his standard on familial knowledge, after all.

"Thank you, but it never hurts to hope," John said, barley managing a smile to show his sincerity,"If you do ever hear of an 'M. Starr', I might still be very interested in making their..." He searched for words. "Aquaintance."

This certainly put a damper on his mood. No known engineer to at least repair the buffer meant that he could never truly risk moderate damage to the CX-66. Hell, if he stressed it too much it may as well implode on him as it was, he hadn't nailed down the exact power coefficient for mass transfer.

John felt the hopes he had tried not to hold crash on him reguardless. This mood change provoked his spirit, the Lone Grey Wolf, to present. It manifested next to him, its ears at perfect scratching height, and John began to do so absentmindedly.The Wolf looked up at Evangeline and tilted its head slightly.
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