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Beata bit her lip. Her heart still ached after Mysterius's death. But what if she couldn't protect the Warlord either? What if...
She exhaled. No. She had to move forward. She had to learn from the mistakes of the past, draw conclusions, and keep going. Only the gods knew what awaited them. Perhaps the Warlord would live a long and happy cat life, becoming the third member of their trio with Guion. Perhaps Rinze was right, and he would have to forget all about his dignity when their offspring decided to get to know the kitty better – Beata wasn't planning on having children in the near future, but she wasn't completely opposed to the idea. Perhaps... In any case, they already had a litter box, a food bowl, a scratching post, and a bed.
- This... This is great! We'll take care of him! - Beata gives ✹.
She exhaled. No. She had to move forward. She had to learn from the mistakes of the past, draw conclusions, and keep going. Only the gods knew what awaited them. Perhaps the Warlord would live a long and happy cat life, becoming the third member of their trio with Guion. Perhaps Rinze was right, and he would have to forget all about his dignity when their offspring decided to get to know the kitty better – Beata wasn't planning on having children in the near future, but she wasn't completely opposed to the idea. Perhaps... In any case, they already had a litter box, a food bowl, a scratching post, and a bed.
- This... This is great! We'll take care of him! - Beata gives ✹.
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕