hand me my suit ;; getting mane braided

"natus vincere" ✭ asmodeus ── the panther frowned. he'd never be able to understand how one could stand consistent tugging on one's fur, but habit, he supposed. his half-sister kold showed up and asked a teasing question whether night was going to somebody he fancied, and asmodeus' ears flicked up in interest.

"speech"