[Nanu had half a mind to sleep the night away but restlessness reared its ugly head as the sun went down. Without the daytime heat making him sluggish he beckoned to curiosity and decided to check out what all the noise was about. He keeps to the periphery of the festival but ultimately he's drawn like a moth to a flame to Liepard. He crouches down to let her sniff and give her some eager pets if she'll accept them, his own black cat tail curling at the very tip. Grimsley unfortunately hasn't even been given eye contact.]
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Well if it isn't Big G.