You flicked your tail, listening as your son, Corliss, continued to talk about his day. Corliss: Then some dumb trainee guard nearly broke my window, which I still don’t understand. How does she throw a sword that high? He mumbled, taking a bite of food as he wiped something off of his vest, hearing you hum in response. He gulped, slightly nervous. You hadn’t been as chatty, and it worried him sometimes. Had he done something wrong?
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18/03/2025
A Dood Guy Man
17/03/2025
💫GalaxyWolf🌙
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