AFRAID TO LET GO | JOINING

[PINCHER]

Pincher had always held a fondness for music. Perhaps because in a way, it had been a sort of outlet for him when his father would trap him in the ship to not socialize with any unless there was some advantage to it. He didn't quite remember what instrument he used to play since his memory was foggy during those dark times in his life but he could briefly recall the strum of strings so perhaps a violin or a guitar. He was tempted to return to playing but with all the work that piled up on his desk and the responsibility of being a father, a lover, and a leader - it all pushed him to focus on the most important things in his life. Besides, he wasn't even sure if he was still any good but the space gray male supposed that it would be interesting to see more musically inclined crewmates around though he knew his daughter had an incredible singing voice and he was very proud of that.

The towering jaguar figure of Pincher was stalking silently over above everyone, large paws hardly creating any sound as he was practicing and adjusting into his jaguar form. His doberman body had been decent but rather limiting for the ambitious male and so he had decided to tak the figure of a wildcat, his tar black thin pupils now fitting his cat-like appearance. As the immortal pirate was preparing to continue his way towards the jungle temple without touching the ground, the voices that came from below caught his attention and led him to begin crawling down, his translucent pale silver claws sinking into the bark of the tree to not fall off like some idiot. A light thump! came from his paws striking the ground as he now stood behind the others, looking over their heads to lock onto another wildcat, this time a tigress. He tipped his head to the side, brilliant icy blue eyes locked onto the stranger before fluttering towards her instrument as Pincher went to halt beside Goldie and Roxanne. He allowed a faint nod to show civility as he rumbled Welcome to the Typhoon, Calliope. About your music, what kind do you play? My name's Pincher by the way." He allowed a ghost of a charming smirk to trace his muzzle as the male went to a relaxed sitting position to focus on the peculiar female.

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