[ and Keaton has been working desperately to make sure his friends have been safe. though somehow, he always ends up with Mikazuki on his mind. his scent, always a little on his nose, lingering like a spirit that wouldn't leave him... or that he wouldn't let go. because as much as Mikazuki reminds him of home, minus the giant robot, Keaton knows his heart ultimately settles on something a little more than just a close friendship. ]
Well. I guess I did my job.
[ what job is it, to prevent someone else from going on theirs? it is a matter of feeling and a quiet tenderness, a soft rumble in his chest as he smiles wide--- a wicked grin to his enemies, but the happiest that Keaton could express himself.
that and the fastest tail ever. it's... the door is getting the best dusting.
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Well. I guess I did my job.
[ what job is it, to prevent someone else from going on theirs? it is a matter of feeling and a quiet tenderness, a soft rumble in his chest as he smiles wide--- a wicked grin to his enemies, but the happiest that Keaton could express himself.
that and the fastest tail ever. it's... the door is getting the best dusting.
as in, it's getting dustier. ]