09-05-2022, 09:48 PM
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ALMOST EVERY NIGHT!
ALMOST EVERY NIGHT!
The pink-red outline of Aesior made Seven snort, shifting her paws to look at him. "You should be healing, in bed." she rumbled, stern yet humorous. Yes, he should be resting in a bed, and yet he was out and about. Perhaps Ares was on his mind, considering his injured aura and the word that he took the brunt of the attack.
She stood, but stayed in her spot of pillows and blankets. "How are your injuries, anyway?"
She stood, but stayed in her spot of pillows and blankets. "How are your injuries, anyway?"
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* But you could buy up all the stars, and it wouldn't change who you are.*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Seven -- Tigress -- Congregants of Genesis