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i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
The howl roused him from his room in the mansion, and he put aside his books, and set off to his leader's meeting. His arm was healing, and not entirely badly, either, regardless of the suffrage he had put it through with his maltreatment. By some miracle Giggle must have managed to set it right, or take care of it enough (sling, wrap, sling, dont move it was his mantra) to prevent it from leaving him a permanent gimp. He would probably always be stiff in that leg, a little imperfect, but not to the point of a noticeable limp.
The Scorpius hadn't seen much of his clanmates lately, something he regretted. He would make a point to meet more of them, he decided, as he arrived to see Gabriel on his perch and two others, a woman and her young daughter. He sat on the ground and crossed his legs (perpetually in optime), a respectful distance from Gabriel and the others. 'Hello, sir,' the young coyote offered with a short nod, before falling silent and waiting for everyone else to arrive.
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