[It ambles over to the knocked over shelf and hefts the thing back upright. the least It can do is clean up after Itself while It waits.] apologies for this as well . came in at an odd angle . and a bit too fast . bumped it . i do hope this wasn’t holding anything too important !

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(*I don't like what I've seen. What I heard. What I've seen myself do.*)🐦‍⬛ (*Maybe I should stay here. Maybe it would be one less burden on everyone's shoulders.*)🐦‍⬛ . . . (*I'm scared.*)🐦‍⬛

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oh ! thank you ! mrrrr !! [It rests Its head on Descole’s shoulder, purring. this new information seems to have pleased It greatly. only when It starts to nibble on the fabric of Descole’s sleeve does It pull away, hit by a wave of self-awareness.] so sorry ! too close ? sorry . sorry . .

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... [glancing to their side, they are careful not to let it fall.] {Affectionate again. Intriguing.} (It's the hound, certainly.)

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[It listens, intrigued, until—] oh ! mrRrRRP !! [It trills loudly enough to visibly tremble, form buzzing. dipping Its head to nuzzle at Descole’s shoulder, It chirps and warbles for a few seconds before managing to string words together again.] how wonderful ! congrats ! mrrrrp !!

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