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Pan sauntered into the room eyeing their master as they took in all his aggravation. His muscles were tense, bulging even, or so it seemed to be that way for Pan. As they finally made their way across the room Pan sat down on the corner of Raths desk, crossing their legs and twirling a tuft of hair between their fingers. "[color=8dc73f]You look so cute when you're upset. They say you furrow your brow and basically exude manliness...its to die for. Tell me my King, what has you so worked up today? What can I do to relieve your...[i]tension[/i].[/color]" Pans voice was the epitome of genderfluid. Stuck between the sounds of both genders making it impossible for one to identify their gender from mere sound. Pan slowly slid off of Raths desk making their way to the window and looking out"[color=8dc73f]I hear we have a stray on our hands. How do we plan to handle it?[/color]"