Aryn titled his head listening to Spikes ranting and noded his head. He had noticed James flinch and chided himself inwardly and let him go knowing it was him that had made the other recoil. He turned back to the bed and smiled wearily. "Lol thats good to know.. Hey James?" he asked quietly then contuined. "Thanks by the way." he wiggled out of his boots and floped onto the bed grateful to be on one. His one good visable eye was seen closing, the other the same but not as noticable.




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Time passed in the house hold. New people came to arrive even. On one particular morning Aryn sat up and yawned. He'd ended up semi living with James in some way. He spent most of his time over at least. Staring blankely at the wall infront of him the fox reflected on many things. One being his life. So much had changed, he mused. Grabing a hand ful of the blanket that had been given to him he sighed.