LONELY PRESS PLAY / o, joining

[charrie graveyard]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]As he stood there on the beach, patiently waiting for someone to arriving, it was then the male realized- he had never seen this... sand. Nor had he ever seen the ocean. It was certainly a sight to behold and Connor couldn't help but turn his attention back to the water's edge, closing his eyes as he took in the sounds of the waves rising and falling against the beach. Of course, the moment of peace didn't last long before it was interrupted by a voice, causing the LED on his head to flicker for a second as he turned around to gaze at the other feline. A male, from his appearance and voice. Connor found it rather strange they were referring to them selves in 3rd person but... he supposed it was none of his business. "Thank you, Cronas. It's certainly a pleasure to meet you. I-"

Before he could say anything else, the scent of cigarette smoke hit his nose, muzzle scrunching up in slight disgust at the smell. It had been a while since he had smelt the disgusting things, but the scent wasn't hard to identify. Briefly scanning the figure of Pincher, from his words and the way he carried himself alone, Connor knew the male was the leader of... The Typhoon? That was what Cronas had referred to it as. The canine was definitely an... intimidating individual, and the other's words would cause Connor's LED to flicker yellow for a brief moment before returning to its usual soft blue as he spoke once more. "I'm sorry- I certainly didn't mean to infer your group was a... hotel. I was just curious about it, that's all." He apologized, pausing. "If I may then, could I join The Typhoon instead? I swear, I mean you no harm, really." Connor would say before falling silent once again, blinking as he waited for the captain's answer.

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