07-23-2018, 12:57 AM
[color=#5B81AE]"This is fine," the tabby spoke to himself as he peered into his assigned hut, which was currently empty, his words coming out rather high and strangled. He needed a drink, or something - this was supposed to be fun. Stepping into the hut, Junior decided he might as well start poking around, though he was rather disappointed to find no alcohol. How was he supposed to calm himself down when there was literally no way to damper his senses. A soda would only pipe him with more energy, but maybe just occupying himself by drinking something would take his mind off things. Taking a seat on the pile of blankets and pillows, Junior cracked open a Sprite and took a sip, closing baby blues momentarily in an attempt to relax. This was hardly gonna be a real date, anyways, he told himself. Maybe he'd just make a new friend.
"speech"
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Junior may not want to admit it, but he was nervous. It wasn't like he wasn't experienced with flirty little things, or whatever - despite his bad reputation in his own neighborhood, it was no lie that many girls around the rest of town had been... interested in him, to say the least. Really, though, he'd never been on a date date. He didn't usually realize it, but he had led a few chicks on in the past, and yeah, he felt bad, but what were you gonna do? Going to diners or sharing a beer wasn't a date - it was just a fun little activity he liked to do with cute girls. A date, though? Like, a intended-to-be-romantic-by-both-parties one? It was kind of intimidating, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Anxious, for sure, but, was it possible that some of the butterflies in his stomach were ones of excitement? Well, whether they were or not, he felt about ready to throw up.[color=#5B81AE]"This is fine," the tabby spoke to himself as he peered into his assigned hut, which was currently empty, his words coming out rather high and strangled. He needed a drink, or something - this was supposed to be fun. Stepping into the hut, Junior decided he might as well start poking around, though he was rather disappointed to find no alcohol. How was he supposed to calm himself down when there was literally no way to damper his senses. A soda would only pipe him with more energy, but maybe just occupying himself by drinking something would take his mind off things. Taking a seat on the pile of blankets and pillows, Junior cracked open a Sprite and took a sip, closing baby blues momentarily in an attempt to relax. This was hardly gonna be a real date, anyways, he told himself. Maybe he'd just make a new friend.
"speech"