[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]He wasn't going to go. He just wasn't the type, plus Budapestpaw was sort of putting space between him and everyone else right now. He had to adjust. Fireworks, parties, and loud voices everywhere wouldn't help right now. Tail obliviously tucking itself in between the beast's legs, he skirted the sidelines, pacing from side to side with his deep orange gaze focused on Kennedy.
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