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[he would know if he had seen this creature before. he's not one to forget a thing like that. his hand keeps moving, keeps petting as he tries to remember where they might have crossed paths before. whenever he thinks he's got a faint grasp on it, the impression turns fuzzy and fades. it's hard to think of anything too solid when he's letting himself be drawn in by the memory. when nothing comes to mind he lets the thought slip away and simply leans in closer.]