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WC: 216 OOC: Sorry it is so short ; ;
Shawchert was feeling quite indifferent… he’d apologized to Tsuki, but it seemed in doing so, that he realized, she was beautiful, and he really liked her, but things would not work out… nt by a long shot, they were from different packs and he could tell that she was inclined to possibly return to Japan some day. Though he was intrigued by seafaring, he wasn’t about to abandon all that he had worked for so long. He was sitting outside of his home, his thoughts deep and dark, unusually unsure of himself since he’d come to the area. It was that he’d fallen for her so quickly, it was something so strange… though he knew he was at a loss as he would not be able to be with her ever. Even his flute would not cheer him up, so instead he was absently just digging at a piece of wood with his knife. He wasn’t making anything in particular, he just wanted something to do with his hands for now. He sighed wondering if he should seek attention from his pack mates. He scratched off one piece hard, no… not with his unhappy state. He didn’t want to put his own problems. It was best he keep his thoughts here at his home for now.
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