(I can t r y to start. I can't guarantee it'll be good-)
Remus sat in the corner of his small, empty room, the dried blood on the floor being the only bit of color. Remus was feeling very alone. He had been thrown out of his house, taken far away from everything he had ever known, and had been experimented on for hours at a time, all in the span of about a week.
{“I can’t guarantee it’ll be good” *proceeds to write an amazing starter*}
Logan wasn’t usually much for sympathy. He tended to be apathetic, not caring much for the world around him. But, seeing that creature, alone and terrified… it caused… something in him. He felt bad. He didn’t want this creature to go through this… so, one evening, he decided to at least try and make a start. He grabbed some bandages and approached his room.
“Hello…”
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
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