01-06-2023, 12:20 AM
Liqueor wasn't a nocturnal creature, not by any means. He was having restlessness for personal reasons, which caused him to be at the right place at the right time. His massive paws led him all around town at that point, when he heard it. The sound of something happening within Solsken's house urged the lumbering animal forward, and he pushed the door open gently. "Solsken? Are you alright in here?" he called out, concern lacing his usual bass voice.
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" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗