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deep in thought, he did not react to another's arrival, and thought it good that they did not approach him. he wasn't in the mood for pleasantries, even though he desperately needed a distraction.

one fuzzy ear twisted around when he was eventually address. the irises moved to watch the speaker out the corners of his eyes, yet the little head did not lift. 

"ahm a tad too battered t' be anyone's gift." what else could she have meat by "tribute"?

gucci did not recognize the woman, despite having met her once before.

he sighed again.

"ya must've heard..." he dipped his whole paw into the cool waters, watching the small waves it made. "prince crawfetha's gone." that was said drily, as if it was explanation enough.