THE SALTY OCEAN WIND (p; midnight) MADE THE SEAGULLS CRY

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    Quantumstar was in the presidential suite for the time being, simply because he could be. But boredom was quickly setting in. Rising to his paws, the alabaster lion took a stroll down the main hall, his steely blue optics scanning the carpet as he trod across it.

    Drake was minding his own business, guessing that Quantumstar was busy, but he could also be wrong. His mind was full of idea's, creative memos of all sorts, yet on the outside he looked plain but yet still a patch of golden had stuck with him, literally to due to the patches of spots which were on a few parts of his pelt. But the vice president was bored, period, and decided to look for some company or someone to talk to, just to die down the boredom at least a little.


    The Scottish fold padded down the halls as he then spotted Quantumstar. He padded over to the large lion and dipped his head in greeting. "Hey Quantumstar." he greeted as he then settled down on his haunches.


    //Mobile

    Snapping to reality, the president's gaze rose slightly and caught sight of Drake. "Hello Drake." he greeted in return, sitting down. "What are you up to this morning?" Quantumstar asked.