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[J] Take These Broken Wings and Learn to Fly
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ooc: Alright c:
Edgar smiled at her before nodding a bit and writing; I'll admit that I do like my meat a little bloody, I don't find burnt meat to have a lot of flavor. There were some times when Edgar was starving where he would force himself to eat it completely uncooked, and it wasn't the most appetizing meal he'd ever had. The dog did like his meat cooked medium rare though, which was a way of cooking it that he had perfected. He could recall a time when he had tried eating his meat more cooked, and that was probably more disgusting than the taste of it completely raw. She seemed to have an idea forming in her mind to take him with her, possibly offering him to join the pack. He thought he should say that he actually wanted to join, so that she wouldn't kick her out right when he was done teaching her about how he cooked. I'd actually love to join your pack, if that's alright. I just wasn't sure if it was already too crowded, he wondered if it was; that would mean more drawings in his notebook since he drew every luperci and animal he met or saw. The dog stood up on his legs and picked up his bag, looking over at her.
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