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WHO: Asch; OPEN
LOCATION: Wandering around the grounds.
WEEK: 60
TIME: First day of the Daemon event
WHAT: Asch is rather liking having a creature around that actually gets it.
RATING: TBD
Asch was not exactly expecting the purring feline that was by his head when he woke up that morning, and he really wasn't expecting it to tell him to get his lazy ass out of bed already. He tried to get rid of it, tried to lock it away, tried to cast a spell on it, but no luck; the creature was stuck with him whether he wanted it there or not, and it didn't take long to figure out why: Hogwarts was up to it's usual.
So here he was, a pure black cat rubbing against his legs at every opportunity, purring, and he swore he caught it snickering at him a few times. As soon as he sat down on the grass outside, however, it immediately hopped onto his lap, looking up at him as if it expected him to be doing something...
...and that was why he was lounging in the grass, an almost smile on his face, petting a black cat that looked like it was going to melt into a little puddle on his chest. Clearly, this cute needs to be used as blackmail.
LOCATION: Wandering around the grounds.
WEEK: 60
TIME: First day of the Daemon event
WHAT: Asch is rather liking having a creature around that actually gets it.
RATING: TBD
Asch was not exactly expecting the purring feline that was by his head when he woke up that morning, and he really wasn't expecting it to tell him to get his lazy ass out of bed already. He tried to get rid of it, tried to lock it away, tried to cast a spell on it, but no luck; the creature was stuck with him whether he wanted it there or not, and it didn't take long to figure out why: Hogwarts was up to it's usual.
So here he was, a pure black cat rubbing against his legs at every opportunity, purring, and he swore he caught it snickering at him a few times. As soon as he sat down on the grass outside, however, it immediately hopped onto his lap, looking up at him as if it expected him to be doing something...
...and that was why he was lounging in the grass, an almost smile on his face, petting a black cat that looked like it was going to melt into a little puddle on his chest. Clearly, this cute needs to be used as blackmail.