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Post by Renathan on Sept 10, 2019 11:53:57 GMT -6
Time would only tell, really. Renathan knew that it would probably be a while though. He leaned back in his seat, cradling his head in his hands for a moment before gently poking at the removed fur spot that the abrasion from the chain had been characterized by. It really wasn't too bad, just a small scratch. It would go away, he was sure, and not leave a much of a scar if at all. He leaned over and picked up one of the little booklets kept here for informational reading while waiting. It all felt so mundane and weird. It would seem that life went on, even when Renathan was feeling horrid. He knew that it did, but it was still odd to notice how simple everything else was outside of his own little sphere. Renathan didn't watch as the two orbaru played, he was sure that they did. They worried him, being so much alike, and yet very different in many important ways. He didn't get to read halfway through the magazine booklet before he saw a flash of blue out of the corner of his eyes on the wall. He glances up, sees a few more flashes, and then takes them both home. He struggled the entire way with Lazare.
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Post by Renathan on Sept 10, 2019 11:56:18 GMT -6
A spitting image of the father, and his near identical twin.
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