Truce ! ( open )

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"Cami?" Perhaps it was clingy of him to go in search of his friend, but the bobtail hadn't been seen for a while and in all honesty, Arcade was worried. It was a relief to see him at his island, even if he didn't look so pleased. "Hey, what's up?"

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Sebastian did not know Camisado well, but he thought him an individual that he could be friends with, if the opportunity presented itself. He'd been drawn once by the cheetah's praying, which he hadn't found agitating, much to his relief, although he was well acclimated to being criticized for having faith. The bobtail's situation was an interesting one as well, because while it was not his business to know, he couldn't help but to wonder why it was that he had vowed himself to silence.

Coming upon Arcade and the curled form beneath the tree, Sebastian's turquoise gaze developed a distinctly concerned tinge. [B]"Are you feeling all right?" Perhaps he should have waited to ask, given Arcade had already made an inquiry, but he knew distress when he saw it, like most of the population.

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[B]"I might believe you, if you were more convincing." His tone was bland and lacked any sting to it, but he was clearly worried for the health of the young feline. People tended to try and sell that they were fine when they evidently were not, something Sebastian understood, but simultaneously did not. "What troubles you? We only wish to help." His gaze shifted to Arcade briefly, as if searching for verification even though he doubted he would say differently. "I worry more when people advise me not to."

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"Cami, you know I care about you, right?" Arcade wasn't all that great at declaring his feelings, but it was true. He did care greatly for the mute feline, as he cared for almost everyone in BlizzardClan. Just not Dave, the jerk. Well, the old Dave. Not the new, David Dave. "Something's wrong, and Sebastian's right. We just want to help."

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//ninja'ed

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[size=7pt][color=#F1D38D]Seeing people cry.. Tama.. Tama didn't like it. Camisado had seemed so kind, as well - it hurt to see him in so much pain. Nowadays, it almost seemed as if the world revolved around pain. This agony would strike and harm the people who deserved it the least.. Life was cruel, in that way: sometimes it was understandable when people couldn't find the will to go on. But.. But Tama still wanted them to go on.. Because.. Because there were the good parts too, and it was easy for people to forget that.

The head paladin would limp towards the male, fictional brows knitted together, while her maw shaped into a smile - a gentle one, soft and reassuring, though tweaked by the sorrow ever so slightly. It really did hurt to see Camisado so sad.. But, he wouldn't be alone. No, they were his friends, and they cared for him. They'd be there for him.

She'd aim to envelop the male into a hug.

"It's okay.. It's okay to feel that way sometimes.. Tama understands." The serval would hum her words softly to him, hoping that it would soothe him in a way, if even slightly. "You don't have to be fixed, Camisado. Nobody needs to be fixed. You're just in pain.. And we're all going to be here for you, to go through this. So.. So we can all do it together, okay?"
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