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romanpaw glanced up at miyu, still stuck in a damn tree. rome hated trees. they had branches that could serve as weapons. and they were plants. rome hated plants.
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aw, shit, parties. rome hated parties. but he didn't want to be left alone while everyone else went, so he might as well attend.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome skulked in the shadows.
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rome snorted derisively, still making no move to help miyu. "no, i've never talked to a tree, because trees can't talk. otherwise, your tree would have told us to fuck off ages ago," he argued. "and you can just fly down there, can't you? you've got . . . wings on your paws." rome blinked, squinting at miyu's feetwings. huh. feetwings. that was cool. but weird, so it wasn't good.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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"i'm romanpaw. he/they pronouns," the wolfdog introduced himself, though dully as ever. "welcome, i guess."[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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the wolfdog sidled up near aradia, eyeing the bones cautiously. he'd rather make jewelry out of bones than flowers. "can i . . . have some?" rome asked, poised to take flight if aradia even made the slightest sudden movement. why did they do this. this was a bad idea. dishonor on him, dishonor on his cow, dishonor on his entire family. they did not deserve to have a wolfdog this reckless related to them.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome wrinkles his nose. just because they offered to help doesn't mean they were nice! or that he needed a "thanks"! you know what you could do with your thanks, miyu? SHOVE IT UP YOUR GODDAMN—
"shit," rome muttered under their breath as they took a step back. his clay "sculpture" was awful. why did they think they could do this? no artistic ability. none at all.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome, on the other hand, was gazing up at the stars without any trace of awe or amazement. ". . . what's an aries?" the wolfdog decided to ask miyu instead.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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@endeavor rome is mostly the passive aggressive type asshole tho
will lightning still kick his ass
nico and rome?
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well, miyu is going to die. it's official. goodbye, miyu, you were a lovely leader. rome won't miss you because rome doesn't care, and aradia will happily feast on your bones. or frame you against her wall. or skin you and mount you. or use your fur as a rug or a coat.
whatever it'll be, rome doesn't care. definitely not.
maybe.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome does not like parties. he hates them. what is the use of a party? you have to talk to people. that's awful enough. the wolfdog hangs about at the edges, hoping not to be noticed.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome blinks. "okay. what am i, then?" the wolfdog asks, mildly interested. only mildly, of course.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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ohgodohgodohgod this was a bad idea why did he do this he was going to die goodbye cruel world—
". . . all right, thanks." rome braces himself and holds out a paw for aradia to give him the bones.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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the lanky, brown-haired teenager watches chase and haley a few feet away, fiddling with a piece of string. he'd already eaten, and though he isn't as full as he'd like to be, he's pretty content.
they bring their knees up to their chest, still pretending to focus on the piece of string, and still watching chase and haley. he hasn't been in with the group for a long while, neither does he feel like he fits on. they seem like mostly happy, cheerful people, but rome is the complete opposite of that.
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@endeavor could you make??
mossy
sure!![/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome doesn't own shit but himself, so he pads over carrying nothing. they're used to travelling, done so for much of their life, but that doesn't mean they like it. in fact, he hates travelling. the constant weariness in their bones, the knowledge that every stop will be brief, the ceaseless hunger in their stomach . . .
but it makes sense for them to leave. the hospital has been overgrown with mold, and there's no use staying to wait for it to go away. if it even will go away.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome stiffens as aradia hands him the bones, resisting the urge to run screaming into the sunset, but miraculously he gets away almost unscathed, and sits down next to halfpaw with a hollow look on his face.
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/rome is a demiboy, not a male cx
rome glances halfpaw's way and raises an imaginary eyebrow as if to say "you don't need to lie to me! i know it's awful. i know." he makes another attempt, just trying to make something shaped like a bone. because they were part dog.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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someone bumps into him, and he lets out an involuntary growl, dancing away from the bumper's reach. it's a cub, but rome doesn't care. they don't really like children, anyway. the wolfdog moves, glancing at the cub with a surly look.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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