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[deuteranope]

RICKY MARTEN-TAYLOR
UN: WEASELING

STATUS: Student, 11th 12th Grade.

ACCOLADES: n/a.

BIO: my name is fucking maverick (the fucking is optional) not ricky, I'm first dad to the best cat what else is even more important than that like really
19 // he/him // fluent in english & french
hmu if you want me to #freesomething
#FREETHELEASH
#FREETHEBEATS #BUTDON'TCAUSETREBLE

© TESSISAMESS

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[suddenlybees]

[ Score. He drags the bag underneath the bag with a thank-you chirrup, and goes to work shaking the jerky out and stuffing them into his pockets. Instead of, you know, just pocketing the bag as-is, since Maverick might get suspicious if he doesn't find trash stuffed in the far corners of his room the next time he pulls his bed out to vacuum underneath it. With the promise in place— he'll have to pester Maverick the next day, or otherwise pay him a visit sometime later when it's dark out but not too late— he drags himself out from under the bed and pads towards the door. Staying true to his claimed magical ability of making doors disappear would be too obvious, so he does the non-cat thing of pawing at the door to be let out. ]

[deuteranope]

You use me for my food and my duty as a son, and then you leave me, huh.

[Sounds like he's still in a good mood, though. Got some nice pic, after all, so it was a pawsitive experience. He stands up on his bed before hopping down and going over to join Nekano at the door.]

Don't be a stranger now, okay? Go ahead and just fucking scratch the door next time, it's fine. Be free!

[BE FREE!!!!!]

[suddenlybees]

Myaaaah~ [ With that last parting meow, Kano takes off down the hall— can't exactly go back to his room, so he makes for the stairs up to the next floor, and eventually the rooftop where he can hang around for a bit before he's got to come back down for breakfast. ...or he can nap out there and have jerky for breakfast and not come down until lunch, thanks, friend. ]