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[justify]Landon[/fancypost]
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Seeing the feline come up, the young husky plopped his butt down and titled his head greatly to the side. This was not Jesus as far as he knew? No. He had met Jesus before, he was a half-angel after all. But just-uh.....he didn't know Jesus to change bodies.
"Oh! Oh! Blizzardclan! That's right, not Heaven! I knew I didn't die..." the pup would suddenly exclaim upon hearing that he wasn't exactly in heaven. "I was-uh......I was coming here for......well, I'd like to see Jesus again but this isn't heaven so I guess.....I was coming here to join I think?" the canine would say, slightly unsure. This whole thinking this place was heaven thing was kind of throwing him off.
He watched as someone else came up. She seemed...slightly familiar. He didn't know why, but perhaps he'd seen her before. He beamed her a cheeky grin whenever she flashed him a smile, and he wagged his tail in greeting, only to focus on someone else that came over.
Gravedigger. That's uh....interesting? It had a slightly negative connotation but at the same time he didn't believe it was necessarily bad? Grave Digging was just an activity, after all. And someone had to do it, didn't they? anyways. "Hiya! I'm Landon. Bruce? Is Bruce a......middle name?" he'd ask. He did a lot of asking. Which probably would bother lost of people by the time he actually even started living here. But, honestly, he wasn't really concerned with that. upon being asked if he wanted a blanket, the child beamed, his tail wagging slightly in excitement. "Ooo! Yes please!" he'd chime.
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