One of the few things back home that had kept Junior going was reading. Not just any reading, - he wasn't the best at it, and he got bored easy -, but comic books. The pictures were always so colorful, like the ones his mother used to draw, and when he didn't understand a particularly big word, he would just use the drawings for context. Here, however, there wasn't exactly an abundance of comics. Hell, Junior didn't think he'd even seen a book since he'd gotten here, which was a bit odd, considering everyone lived in such close proximity to one another. It wasn't until now, in fact, that he'd spotted anyone reading- or, trying to.
The form of Marcellus was familiar, though he didn't think he knew the other male's name, having only encountered him once or twice since his joining. Brown ears perking in the wildcat's direction, Junior was quick to approach Marcellus, fixing his pale gaze upon what his crewmate had in his paws- a comic book? [color=#5B81AE]"Having trouble with that?" questioned the slightly younger tabby with a small smirk, quirking his brow. If not, and he was reading just fine, Marcellus must have a really, really frustrated-looking resting face.
"speech"
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//I FORGOT ABOTU THIS SDFGH AND ITS 1AM AGAIN SORRY [member=1489]MARCELLUS[/member] One of the few things back home that had kept Junior going was reading. Not just any reading, - he wasn't the best at it, and he got bored easy -, but comic books. The pictures were always so colorful, like the ones his mother used to draw, and when he didn't understand a particularly big word, he would just use the drawings for context. Here, however, there wasn't exactly an abundance of comics. Hell, Junior didn't think he'd even seen a book since he'd gotten here, which was a bit odd, considering everyone lived in such close proximity to one another. It wasn't until now, in fact, that he'd spotted anyone reading- or, trying to.
The form of Marcellus was familiar, though he didn't think he knew the other male's name, having only encountered him once or twice since his joining. Brown ears perking in the wildcat's direction, Junior was quick to approach Marcellus, fixing his pale gaze upon what his crewmate had in his paws- a comic book? [color=#5B81AE]"Having trouble with that?" questioned the slightly younger tabby with a small smirk, quirking his brow. If not, and he was reading just fine, Marcellus must have a really, really frustrated-looking resting face.
"speech"