[Asch doesn't move for a couple seconds, seemingly finishing a paragraph, then tucks a bookmark between the pages and shuts both the text and the journal he'd been writing in.]
I'm done here anyway. [Jacket on, he puts his books away and lifts Star off the table, tabard and all. Dead asleep, the cheagle barely even stirs, yawning and curling under his 'blanket'.]
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I'm done here anyway. [Jacket on, he puts his books away and lifts Star off the table, tabard and all. Dead asleep, the cheagle barely even stirs, yawning and curling under his 'blanket'.]