that the nights were mainly made for saying things // p

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    It seemed that he had grown rather distant from WindClan in general. In fact, most of his time wasn't even spent on WindClan territory, but back on the moor in that little abandoned cottage that he and Martin had found. The white serval had somehow found his way onto the roof and he was quietly watching the sun rise over the golden grass of the flatlands.


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    [shadow=black,left]DR. MARTIN FREEMAN[/shadow]
    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 430px; font-family: corida new; auto;][justify]The little cream tabby had rarely gone out to meet with Windclan publicly, having resigned his time to caring medically for anyone who came his way. His baby blue optics caught sight of a familiar shape on the roof and the small munchkin feline becuase i love him like that wriggled his little legs as he bounded over. Clambering onto the roof after much difficulty, Martin's stubby legs carried him over to Benedict. "Searching for unanswered crime scenes?"[/justify][/fancypost]

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    Ben's ears twitched as he heard Martin moving and he glanced down over the eaves of the roof, his pale blue eyes focusing on the little munchkin. "No. Crimes can be solved too easily these days with super senses, it seems. Silly to work on something so...easy," the white serval remarked. Was that a ten foot fall? The feline pushed himself off the roof, landing on the soft grass, cushioning himself with the earth. Then, he aimed to give Martin an affectionate bump with his muzzle. "What do you suggest I do?"


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    [shadow=black,left]DR. MARTIN FREEMAN[/shadow]
    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 430px; font-family: corida new; auto;][justify]"Find another mastermind criminal?" suggested the tiny munchkin feline, his stubby legs stretching as he reached up to affectionately nuzzle Ben back. "Though preferably one that doesn't get kicks out of killing you," added Martin with brief contemplation. [/justify][/fancypost]

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    "Old idea. Most of them aren't even too interesting to pursue any longer," he explained. Ben looked down on Martin, wondering if he was teasing him...or something. But did that matter? It was good that Martin was here with him--that was what he could say. "I was thinking we should visit somewhere. Get out of WindClan for a bit and find a change of scenery."

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 430px; font-family: corida new; auto;][justify]Of course he had been kidding. If Benedict had caught wind of another Moriarty and begun to chase him down, the little munchkin would have beaten the serval with his stubby paws. "Mhm, a change of scenery sounds good," nodded tiny Martin, "Where to?"[/justify][/fancypost]

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    "I heard we have...new grandchildren in Westeros," Benedict stated carefully. He was unsure whether Cori was okay with them coming over, but they were family. He knew Cori well enough to know that their son wouldn't say no to family visits.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 430px; font-family: corida new; auto;][justify]"New grandchildren?" echoed the cream male, his baby blue optics lighting up happily at the news. He had always wanted a big family and it seemed he had one now. Well, sort of. They weren't exactly a close family, were they? "Sounds like a plan," nodded the munchkin.[/justify][/fancypost]

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    "Very well. I suppose I could visit my sister as well and see what she's doing," the white serval added. Ben attempted to give Martin's side a butt with his nose.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 430px; font-family: corida new; auto;][justify]"Sister?" echoed Martin, his pink nose twitching. Had he met Benedict's sister? Maybe he had and monster was just blanking. The munchkin nodded and grinned. "Let's go."


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