Renaldo Moon
The Cynical Fat Cat with a Hidden Heart
Feed me and maybe I'll care.
I eat, I nap, I complain. Repeat. I didn’t ask to be anyone’s guide or hero—yet somehow here I am, knee-deep in magical nonsense and the Baron’s latest favor. I’ve got standards, you know. And a code. Don’t make me say it out loud. Just hand over the tuna and try not to look lost.
What I'm Into: tuna sashimi, sun-dappled rooftops, Baron's pipe smoke, whining about the drama, naps longer than your attention span
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