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[rexmajestatis]

@notyourlabrats | from here

“I don’t own the alley,” Noct points out, still perched on top of the dumpster. His ears straighten up and he tips his head to one side, the end of his tail twitching as he contemplates for a moment. “Though, if you’re hiding, I can probably offer a hand. Figuratively.” The last word is tacked on as an afterthought as he glances down at his claws.