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D's mind is a cacophony of things.
The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.
Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.
The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.
Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.
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Raisin's tongue whips out at D's hand as it ventures into the lick zone, but otherwise he peacefully accepts the head pats. Meanwhile his tail thumps uncontrollably, slapping at least one chicken around.
Feeling that Raisin has calmed down enough, Gray lets him down onto all four paws. From there, Raisin joins the crowd of chickens in competing for D's attention with their eyes and wiggles. ]
The cats should all meet you too... but, um, that can wait for when you're ready to move in.
[ She assumes he has affairs to put in order?? Things to pack?? Maybe he needs time to mentally prepare before moving into a house with three people and eleven animals?? ]