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Originally Posted by Cloverspring

The loner let the sounds of the cars on the distant road talk in his silence, before he gave the answer he had already picked at the start of Sascha's sentence.

"I will. I will take you up on that offer." Morgan mewed. The stubborn kindness that Sascha offered had triumphed against Morgan's own resistance today. Though at this point, he didn't really have any fight left in him for such an argument anyway. He was defeated, good and proper, and though he didn't think it, this was what he needed most of all.

The tom got to his paws to start the trudge to the den. His striped head was hanging lower than his shoulders, as if he were finally aware of how pathetic he was being before. 'I really do need this den for tonight. And what was I actually going to do if he chose to fight back? He's being nice enough, the least I could do is give him some company, if that's what he wants.'

Morgan turned around and flopped down as soon he entered, not bothering to clean himself anymore and barely in a curled up position. His head looked heavy, as did his eyelids, but they didn't close just yet.



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Sascha
The Collector
he/him | 39 moons

He smiled softly. Good. Good, Morgan would stay. That was... he shouldn't say 'good' again, that wouldn't do any good. Oh! He did it again! Damn.

"Do you need anything? You look so worn out, I can run and fetch you some prey I'm sure." He suggested, his paws unsurely carrying him forward and sitting close to the ragged-looking tom. He felt awful about the whole thing. I mean, Morgan really didn't seem to be in very good shape. Sascha truly, truly wished he knew how to help that.

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