May 09, 2011 10:30
[ Here we have a teenager sitting on a doorstep near the muffin shop, looking slightly worse for wear from some cat scratches and a few assorted bruises.
He's staring rather blankly at a small tabby cat that is curled in his arms, currently sleeping, claws digging holes into his forearms beneath rolled-up sleeves.
There is confusion clear in the young man's gaze as he turns it to the Forge.]
Can anyone perhaps explain to me how I just healed an almost-dead cat on accident?
ch'rell,
!meguro gau,
tsunayoshi sawada