Post by corvus kasparian on Dec 21, 2019 7:37:18 GMT
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He has spent the majority of this holiday with his found family, whether it was staying with the Rothcuses at their home or meeting up with the rest of the Kasparians, all fluttering about the Jester’s Den seemingly at random. As much grief as his cousins gave him, he appreciated their willingness to spend the days with him before the holiday ended and they all went back to their busy lives. He really liked being all in the same house, as a family. His uncle’s house was so much smaller than his childhood home, but at least it was full to the brim of people, and warmth. [break][break]
But there was one person he had yet to really spend time, much less get to know very well. His only connection to the Orpheus family, a cousin from his mother’s side. They had never been that close, but he had been kind. He had come to find him when no one else had, and that was frankly more than any of his siblings had ever done. ninos knight was his only real family from that time. He had questioned it once. He had questioned why his siblings- his parents hadn’t come but the answer his familiar supplied was immediately dashed form his mind. Willfully forgotten so he could analyze it another time. That was not today. Bright hazel eyes are put to work, surveying the crowd patiently as he waited for his cousin to find him. Merle sat right next to him, glaring at those that stepped too close to him but not making a move to snap his jaws at them. [break][break]
Merle is testy, and a little anxious, but it’s getting better. Corvus has been doing his best to take him to the parks and get him used to people again. Maybe he never worked or lived with a lot of people, so Sundial is a little bit of a shock. Regardless, Merle is working hard, and he wants to reward him. Maybe Merle doesn’t care about other people, or even the extra attention, but Corvus knows all to well the eyes of a hungry dog. The hound doesn’t race off, but he has looked at his witch when a particularly meaty platter of food made its way by. “Soon, we’ll start eating when Ninos gets here.” The witch said.
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He has spent the majority of this holiday with his found family, whether it was staying with the Rothcuses at their home or meeting up with the rest of the Kasparians, all fluttering about the Jester’s Den seemingly at random. As much grief as his cousins gave him, he appreciated their willingness to spend the days with him before the holiday ended and they all went back to their busy lives. He really liked being all in the same house, as a family. His uncle’s house was so much smaller than his childhood home, but at least it was full to the brim of people, and warmth. [break][break]
But there was one person he had yet to really spend time, much less get to know very well. His only connection to the Orpheus family, a cousin from his mother’s side. They had never been that close, but he had been kind. He had come to find him when no one else had, and that was frankly more than any of his siblings had ever done. ninos knight was his only real family from that time. He had questioned it once. He had questioned why his siblings- his parents hadn’t come but the answer his familiar supplied was immediately dashed form his mind. Willfully forgotten so he could analyze it another time. That was not today. Bright hazel eyes are put to work, surveying the crowd patiently as he waited for his cousin to find him. Merle sat right next to him, glaring at those that stepped too close to him but not making a move to snap his jaws at them. [break][break]
Merle is testy, and a little anxious, but it’s getting better. Corvus has been doing his best to take him to the parks and get him used to people again. Maybe he never worked or lived with a lot of people, so Sundial is a little bit of a shock. Regardless, Merle is working hard, and he wants to reward him. Maybe Merle doesn’t care about other people, or even the extra attention, but Corvus knows all to well the eyes of a hungry dog. The hound doesn’t race off, but he has looked at his witch when a particularly meaty platter of food made its way by. “Soon, we’ll start eating when Ninos gets here.” The witch said.
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