GET A GRIP •• mandatory meeting 3/1/20

Adjusting to life here whilst he was healing was hard. It was hot, unbearably, driving into his metal and making it overflow. The mandatory meeting was the only reason he managed to drag himself from the shade of where he had been hosted, his eyes flickering about nervously. His ears pressed against his head as he slowly sat, a wince on his face as he observed the meeting. His ears twitched as he was given a rank, and only a slight cough came from him, his paws adjusting so they were closer to himself.

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