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before even his steps could be heard coming down the hall, the nobleman's clinking dogtag announced him, the light-stepping cat that was @Legend unheard in her accompaniment, the first mazoi gucci had laid eyes upon coming to visit the refugee.

if the young one were, indeed, that.

with sashay of lush tail and lifted chin, gucci entered the guest room.

for a moment, he thought the stranger had vacated it, as the bedfurs were scattered and empty. took a surprised moment to notice him covering in the corner off to the right, eyes like saucepans and tail tucked.

gucci put on his most harmless smile, sickle-tail brushing his backside in elegant wags.

eeeasy there, stranger. ain't nah-body gon' hurtcha. that right, mazoi? he cast a quick sideway glance toward legend, hoping to convey this were a delicate situation, for gentle handling.

what's gotcha frightened, huh?