06-25-2018, 01:18 AM
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Fortunately - or unfortunately, as social situations sometimes felt to the introvert - the scent trail led her right to Roxanne with no trouble at all. Shuffling on her feet as she ran over the high-level points of what she wanted to achieve in the conversation, the ocelot stared at Roxanne with her four eyes. In the effort to appear incognito, one or two of them oftentimes broke away from the rest to chase some motion on the pirate ship. But, eventually, the pain of nervousness grew greater than her trepidation of interaction and she made her way over to the strangely motherly display from the winged feline.
"Hey, Roxanne; I know we're awkward strangers with a mutual loved one, so I was thinking we should probably get to know each other," the spotted wildcat spoke, her voice soft and muted in tone. As though the juice of her emotions got sucked out of her sentence on the way from her brain to her tongue. Her ears twitched once, before swiveling slightly and returning to their previous position - a nervous fidget. "In my cov - where I'm from, skill swapping is a pretty common way to form bonds, so I thought you might like to try it? For example, my flight skills are nothing more than graceful falling, and I've heard you're a skilled flier," she suggested, growing more confident now that the initial anxiety of starting the conversation was over and done with.
"Hey, Roxanne; I know we're awkward strangers with a mutual loved one, so I was thinking we should probably get to know each other," the spotted wildcat spoke, her voice soft and muted in tone. As though the juice of her emotions got sucked out of her sentence on the way from her brain to her tongue. Her ears twitched once, before swiveling slightly and returning to their previous position - a nervous fidget. "In my cov - where I'm from, skill swapping is a pretty common way to form bonds, so I thought you might like to try it? For example, my flight skills are nothing more than graceful falling, and I've heard you're a skilled flier," she suggested, growing more confident now that the initial anxiety of starting the conversation was over and done with.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?