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    "speaking", actions, thinking


    Ellie had decided upon her arrival to be a bartender. Fighting simply wasn't her style, so she decided to help with medic things. So there she sat outside the hospital, wondering what to do. Perhaps go make friends- that was an option. Or, it would be easier to seek her friend out and play with him instead of a stranger.


    Puffing out her pale fur, the small kit twitched her pink nose before hopping to her feet and bounding down the street to the nightclub known as their camp. This place was no short of amazing in her eyes- it was so big and bright. Ah, distractions, never failing to make their way to Ellie.

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    attack in #FFDADA