intoxicated | joining

[glow=#A76566,1,400]CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I EXIST, AND I DON'T NEED AN EXORCIST, TO LET ME OUT? — [abbr=musicbox caddo, 49 moons, blue tabby, blindfolded empty eye sockets, many eyes all over body]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

It seemed as though Muse wasn't the only one that hadn't exactly noticed the border that surrounded The Pitt too well. This newcomer, whoever he was, was also suspiciously close to the inner sanctum of their territory, but Muse wasn't nearly as aggravated as Jervis was about it. Perhaps because he was just sweeter, or perhaps because he saw that new joiners were, in the long run, good for them. Or perhaps, on an even deeper level, he was happy because he knew this person. Or rather, he had known them. Now, with his memories mostly gone despite those surrounding his childhood, he had no memory of Envy or Volatiletimes or the almost familial relationship that they had once shared. No, instead he just saw – through many different lenses – a face that he didn't recognize, cleaning himself so that he would be presentable to a group full of such savagery. Muse supposed that at the very least Volatiletimes was showing up in a better state than he had, since when Muse had arrived, he had been disoriented and terrified, hardly in a state that made anybody want him in their group.

Ears pinning back at the thought of his own patheticness, Muse moved slowly up beside Jervis and sat down obediently beside the leader. He watched Volatile with several of his many eyes, tilting his gaze less head to one side before speaking up shyly, [glow=#A76566,1,400]"Hello there."[/glow]