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In the spirit of being around more for his Master, Ryan was sat just outside Caspar’s office, curled up with a sketchbook. It was nice having a day off every once and a while. And even still, this master wasn’t like his last; he was kept busy so he didn’t feel useless.
He sat in the window, sketching away at a piece that resembled Ira before pocketing his pencil when he heard his name. Ry stuck his head into his Master’s office with a smile. “You called?”















