I'll just keep on throwing [open / visitors]

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[align=center][size=9pt]Advay's heart sank, visible tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He quickly reached up to pull his hood over his face to hide his brightening cheeks, the emotion making him blush. "Oh," he whispered, glancing up at Johannes and feeling his heart suddenly tug. He just... god that hurt. He didn't expect it, to find his Moka. But god did he want it. A few tears fell down his face at the thought of never hearing Moka's voice again, or watching him play guitar or... god, even Calum. Was Calum with Moksha? Was he safe? Was he still lighthearted and happy? Addy hoped Moksha hadn't torn the life out of the kid.

Gray's question ran back to him and he looked up at him, his green eyes still glazed over sadly. "U-um," he crackled, his throat closing up on him as he chose to just nod. "T-...T-the Husky i-is Atlantis, a-ah he..." He pointed to the Samoyed, "A-aruba, a gi-girl," and then to the Chow, "A-africa... gi...uh, girl too." Obviously he wasn't having any kind of good time getting a hold of himself at the moment. He'd been getting more and more stressed without Moksha, working himself up and just...generally being emotional.

On the upside, the attention from another, and the kind attention at that, made Aruba hurry over to sniff at Gray. 

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DREW ALISTER . 

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[div style="width:500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; color: black; opacity: .8; line-spacing: 1px; font-family: times"]Well... technically he wasn't supposed to be here, but when did he ever give a damn about authority.... well all the time, he was a doctor and a soldier after all. But he had something nagging away at the back of his head for some time, and he decided it was time to get it over with. Especially since he'd heard a little birdy say that St. Peters people were here, so all those Petersburgians could here how fucking sorry he was... or wasn't. He arrived to hear the stammering apology from Johannes, which probably meant that he was fucked, and Katja was probably in the right to demand his head on a stick, something which he would avoid if at all possible.

Shivering slightly, the man realized he hadn't thought this all the way through, not actually wearing a coat and all, but he shook his head against the chill and all but waddled up. "Excuse me miss Katja... I'd just like to apologize for those things I said about you to your people... I... er, I had no right to degrade you, especially having not had the pleasure of makin' yer acquaintance." Yes he was confined to the lodge, but better he give a willing apology while he still felt like it than to have himself dragged in front of all those Petersburgians and made to apologize.