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FEEL, LUST, and GOD?

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

Graye is doesn't enjoy touch unless he is close to a person...or feels like throwing caution to the wind. He enjoys friend hugs, but he only will initiate hugs with family or friends he considers family....or more.

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

He still thinks Joseph is attractive but he doesn't feel confident in his chances of that happening. And he isn't going to be out looking for a relationship anytime soon, he has a baby daughter to care for.

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

He believed in Avacyn......He doesn't believe in much of any deity or anything anymore from what he's heard of the fate of Avacyn...

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DNA

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

It was nice, the Lockes were a well off family. Graye, an afab person, was raised as female until he came out as trans at around 12 years old, fairly near when he sparked. He had(maybe has) a sister who he enjoyed bringing gifts from his travels to. She was a lot younger than him though, so not much of his younger childhood was spent with her. His mother enjoyed teaching him home management things but his father was excited when he came out as trans and he got to train him to fight more than just self defense and do other "boy things".

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“DAMN.” Questions for Muses.

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

YAH. -Something your muse agrees on 100% of the time.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

LOVE. -Does your muse have a “special someone”

XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

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"We wait for it to be made and brought out to us."

Graye approached the door to @gardianforce ’s home, dressed as nicely as Graye’s belly would allow, intending on today being the day of his and Arellan’s date. He had been around the other day and left a note for Gard, letting him know that Graye would be by to pick up Arellan. Graye knocked on the door.

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"So, that what you want? Alright" Graye calls over a waiter to order for him and Arellan, Graye getting stroganoff.

Graye approached the door to @gardianforce ’s home, dressed as nicely as Graye’s belly would allow, intending on today being the day of his and Arellan’s date. He had been around the other day and left a note for Gard, letting him know that Graye would be by to pick up Arellan. Graye knocked on the door.

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Graye reads off the menu to Arellan, explaining the meals to him as he goes through them.

Graye approached the door to @gardianforce ’s home, dressed as nicely as Graye’s belly would allow, intending on today being the day of his and Arellan’s date. He had been around the other day and left a note for Gard, letting him know that Graye would be by to pick up Arellan. Graye knocked on the door.

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Graye put his shirt down. "Thank you for the chance to see my baby before they are born, and the gifts. I am grateful for having you as my doctor through out this pregnancy. " Graye smiled, gathered his stuff, and headed out.

Graye walked into the clinic for his appointment. He said hello to Josho like usual.

“Hi Mr. Graye,” Josho spoke back. “I’ll let her know you’re here for your appointment,” he said as he got up and walked over to the back room. 

“Boss, Mr. Graye’s here,” he called out as he knocked on the door.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” she replied while putting the finishing touches on something for Graye’s baby. “There we go,” she said as she pocketed it and headed out into one of the exam rooms.

Meanwhile, Amazet had padded toward the pregnant man and purred along his belly, pleased to see the historian. 

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Graye was seemingly transfixed on the screen, trying to discern the shape of his baby in the grainy black and white image of the monitor. Once he was able to see the shape of his baby, a big smile spread onto his face.

Graye walked into the clinic for his appointment. He said hello to Josho like usual.

“Hi Mr. Graye,” Josho spoke back. “I’ll let her know you’re here for your appointment,” he said as he got up and walked over to the back room. 

“Boss, Mr. Graye’s here,” he called out as he knocked on the door.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” she replied while putting the finishing touches on something for Graye’s baby. “There we go,” she said as she pocketed it and headed out into one of the exam rooms.

Meanwhile, Amazet had padded toward the pregnant man and purred along his belly, pleased to see the historian. 

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"Appetite is fine.." Graye was visibly confused by all the weird, new to him foreign tech and language that Poison kept using. "....The things from your world seem quite interesting.."

Graye walked into the clinic for his appointment. He said hello to Josho like usual.

“Hi Mr. Graye,” Josho spoke back. “I’ll let her know you’re here for your appointment,” he said as he got up and walked over to the back room. 

“Boss, Mr. Graye’s here,” he called out as he knocked on the door.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” she replied while putting the finishing touches on something for Graye’s baby. “There we go,” she said as she pocketed it and headed out into one of the exam rooms.

Meanwhile, Amazet had padded toward the pregnant man and purred along his belly, pleased to see the historian. 

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Graye lifted his shirt to expose his belly. "You can.....print a picture?" Graye thought for a moment. "I think I would like that."

Graye walked into the clinic for his appointment. He said hello to Josho like usual.

“Hi Mr. Graye,” Josho spoke back. “I’ll let her know you’re here for your appointment,” he said as he got up and walked over to the back room. 

“Boss, Mr. Graye’s here,” he called out as he knocked on the door.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” she replied while putting the finishing touches on something for Graye’s baby. “There we go,” she said as she pocketed it and headed out into one of the exam rooms.

Meanwhile, Amazet had padded toward the pregnant man and purred along his belly, pleased to see the historian. 

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"No, no urgent need to use the restroom."

Graye looked excited when Poison mentioned letting him see his child. "Really?!"

Graye walked into the clinic for his appointment. He said hello to Josho like usual.

“Hi Mr. Graye,” Josho spoke back. “I’ll let her know you’re here for your appointment,” he said as he got up and walked over to the back room. 

“Boss, Mr. Graye’s here,” he called out as he knocked on the door.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” she replied while putting the finishing touches on something for Graye’s baby. “There we go,” she said as she pocketed it and headed out into one of the exam rooms.

Meanwhile, Amazet had padded toward the pregnant man and purred along his belly, pleased to see the historian. 

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"Thank you, Poison." Graye smiled. "Overall, I feel fine....Besides being exhausted from the baby moving around keeping me up at night sometimes."

Graye walked into the clinic for his appointment. He said hello to Josho like usual.

“Hi Mr. Graye,” Josho spoke back. “I’ll let her know you’re here for your appointment,” he said as he got up and walked over to the back room. 

“Boss, Mr. Graye’s here,” he called out as he knocked on the door.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” she replied while putting the finishing touches on something for Graye’s baby. “There we go,” she said as she pocketed it and headed out into one of the exam rooms.

Meanwhile, Amazet had padded toward the pregnant man and purred along his belly, pleased to see the historian. 

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"You did? What did you get me?"

Graye walked into the clinic for his appointment. He said hello to Josho like usual.

“Hi Mr. Graye,” Josho spoke back. “I’ll let her know you’re here for your appointment,” he said as he got up and walked over to the back room. 

“Boss, Mr. Graye’s here,” he called out as he knocked on the door.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” she replied while putting the finishing touches on something for Graye’s baby. “There we go,” she said as she pocketed it and headed out into one of the exam rooms.

Meanwhile, Amazet had padded toward the pregnant man and purred along his belly, pleased to see the historian. 

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Graye patted Amazet as he waited for Poison.

Graye walked into the clinic for his appointment. He said hello to Josho like usual.

“Hi Mr. Graye,” Josho spoke back. “I’ll let her know you’re here for your appointment,” he said as he got up and walked over to the back room. 

“Boss, Mr. Graye’s here,” he called out as he knocked on the door.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” she replied while putting the finishing touches on something for Graye’s baby. “There we go,” she said as she pocketed it and headed out into one of the exam rooms.

Meanwhile, Amazet had padded toward the pregnant man and purred along his belly, pleased to see the historian. 

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"Thank you so much, Joseph. This means so much to me." Graye smiled. "Would you like to help me take this stuff to the baby's room?"

Joseph felt flushed as he stood at the door of an unfamiliar building. Looking down at a small parchment of paper in his, he reread the address for the fifth time. This was certainly the place.

He couldn’t help but remember how this whole thing began. This time, however, he was neither in his traveling gear, nor his Azorius uniform, but instead, a casual, spring green garb. He hoped the friend-picked attire made him more presentable, but one could never be certain.

Behind him, Sophia, his gryff partner, seemed somewhat irritated. Her saddlebags had been replaced by several large sacks, and she seemed to be pulling a large crate on wheels, hitched with ropes around her middle. She shot her partner a glace reading “please hurry up,” and made a soft click with her bill.

Shoving the paper into his pocket, Joseph cleared his throat and knocked on the door, his other hand preparing to reach forward to whomever answered, gripping a bouquet of light blue flowers.

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Graye placed the wooden sword down and took the book. He started getting emotional as he flipped through the pages. "I'm surprised.....and so touched....Thank you."

Joseph felt flushed as he stood at the door of an unfamiliar building. Looking down at a small parchment of paper in his, he reread the address for the fifth time. This was certainly the place.

He couldn’t help but remember how this whole thing began. This time, however, he was neither in his traveling gear, nor his Azorius uniform, but instead, a casual, spring green garb. He hoped the friend-picked attire made him more presentable, but one could never be certain.

Behind him, Sophia, his gryff partner, seemed somewhat irritated. Her saddlebags had been replaced by several large sacks, and she seemed to be pulling a large crate on wheels, hitched with ropes around her middle. She shot her partner a glace reading “please hurry up,” and made a soft click with her bill.

Shoving the paper into his pocket, Joseph cleared his throat and knocked on the door, his other hand preparing to reach forward to whomever answered, gripping a bouquet of light blue flowers.

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Graye smiled as he took hold of the wooden sword and examined it. "This...All of this is for the baby?"

Joseph felt flushed as he stood at the door of an unfamiliar building. Looking down at a small parchment of paper in his, he reread the address for the fifth time. This was certainly the place.

He couldn’t help but remember how this whole thing began. This time, however, he was neither in his traveling gear, nor his Azorius uniform, but instead, a casual, spring green garb. He hoped the friend-picked attire made him more presentable, but one could never be certain.

Behind him, Sophia, his gryff partner, seemed somewhat irritated. Her saddlebags had been replaced by several large sacks, and she seemed to be pulling a large crate on wheels, hitched with ropes around her middle. She shot her partner a glace reading “please hurry up,” and made a soft click with her bill.

Shoving the paper into his pocket, Joseph cleared his throat and knocked on the door, his other hand preparing to reach forward to whomever answered, gripping a bouquet of light blue flowers.

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