Yarnaby seemed to be wandering aimlessly by himself...maybe he was looking around for something...or maybe he just hasn't had any orders to take? He was always so used to being told what to do...
Doesn't help the place had been eerily quiet . By now something
would've turned up , a critter , a body among scattered documents
left by those in charge .
Nothing , except for the faint remnants of perfume .
The brunette not taking any chances to possibly endure
another creature .
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The big yarn kitty looks at the other closely, and almost defensively...as if studying him.
Yarnaby looked around...he hadn't seen the Game Station before, and the doctor normally didn't allow him to explore much...so this was new to him.
Yarnaby seemed to be wandering aimlessly by himself...maybe he was looking around for something...or maybe he just hasn't had any orders to take? He was always so used to being told what to do...
would've turned up , a critter , a body among scattered documents
left by those in charge .
Nothing , except for the faint remnants of perfume .
The brunette not taking any chances to possibly endure
another creature .
The big yarn kitty was asleep soundly, unaware of anything or anyone that might be nearby...for now.
Yarnaby watching the jester closely, wary of him. He doesn't know who he is or where he comes from, but he is suspicious of the other.
Cue a sleepy Yarnaby, laid down and curled up, asleep...