The Morbid Socialite glanced at the Maven and smiled warmly. The stoat ascended quickly up his chest and across his sleeve at the slightest implication of attention, eliciting a soft chuckle. "It seems she appreciates the sentiment. This is Tularemia, my devoted companion. If she's this eager to meet you, I would assume she would let you hold her for a moment." The Socialite offered out their arm and let the stoat stretch from their fingertips to try and meet the Maven. Small as it was, it wouldn't be able to reach the Maven from there unless she offered a surface of her own to climb.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear. Might I be honored to know to whom I speak?"
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-06-12 02:55 am (UTC)"It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear. Might I be honored to know to whom I speak?"