07-30-2018, 12:37 AM
Coldblue's approach had been relatively silent, though maybe Junior just hadn't noticed him over the loudness of his own thoughts. How were these supposed to go, really? There were games and stuff, but if he had never met this person before, was he supposed to like, introduce himself and then immediately get all friendly with them? That wasn't how things worked- or, maybe it was? Perhaps the boy wasn't the best person to be speaking on that kind of thing, considering his little experience with it all.
It wasn't until Blue spoke that Junior's little trance was broken, a small smile finding its way to his lips even before he glanced over to meet eyes with the other tom. Junior didn't really know if he could call Coldblue his "friend" or not, not yet, but he was pretty nice, and the bengal seemed to like him, too, so their relationship certainly wasn't a bad one. [color=#5B81AE]"Blue," the young tabby uttered brightly, smile growing ever so slightly as he felt his muscles begin to relax. It was just Blue- he didn't really know the guy, but he was a lot more comforting of a presence than a complete stranger. At least Junior knew it wouldn't be awkward, or anything, with him.
Mead? Junior didn't think he'd ever had it, at least, not intentionally. He'd only snuck into his dad's stuff once, and it was all stronger, more bitter stuff, so everything he'd ever had had been at parties and the like- he didn't really know what he was putting in himself there. "Honestly? I'll drink anything," he answered, setting down his soda and moving toward the Roux child. "Took it from Daddy's secret stash." So Pincher had a stash? Junior wasn't surprised, running a group as big as this, but he couldn't help but be reminded of his own father's "stash"- and what had happened when the older Rennie man got into it.
Despite the rather disturbing memory, Junior couldn't miss the wink sent his way, feeling his face warm slightly as he wandered across the hut, gaze flitting only momentarily away from his little friend, trying to push away the looming thoughts of how "gross" this was. Everyone else was fine with it - they had been placed together -, so of course there was nothing wrong with this, but after all the abuse hurled toward him and others back home, something about it still sat uncomfortably with him. "Damn, and he just lets you get away with that?" the striped feline teased as he took a seat near Coldblue. Junior could have sworn, his father must have measured his liquors every damn day to make sure no one had messed with them. Baby blues shifted off of his date momentarily, surveying what they had laid out before them; there were snacks and beverages, boardgames, what looked to be some music players, and, of course, Coldblue's addition of the mead. It didn't look like they'd be getting bored tonight- especially not in one another's company.
"speech"
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//we love a thottieColdblue's approach had been relatively silent, though maybe Junior just hadn't noticed him over the loudness of his own thoughts. How were these supposed to go, really? There were games and stuff, but if he had never met this person before, was he supposed to like, introduce himself and then immediately get all friendly with them? That wasn't how things worked- or, maybe it was? Perhaps the boy wasn't the best person to be speaking on that kind of thing, considering his little experience with it all.
It wasn't until Blue spoke that Junior's little trance was broken, a small smile finding its way to his lips even before he glanced over to meet eyes with the other tom. Junior didn't really know if he could call Coldblue his "friend" or not, not yet, but he was pretty nice, and the bengal seemed to like him, too, so their relationship certainly wasn't a bad one. [color=#5B81AE]"Blue," the young tabby uttered brightly, smile growing ever so slightly as he felt his muscles begin to relax. It was just Blue- he didn't really know the guy, but he was a lot more comforting of a presence than a complete stranger. At least Junior knew it wouldn't be awkward, or anything, with him.
Mead? Junior didn't think he'd ever had it, at least, not intentionally. He'd only snuck into his dad's stuff once, and it was all stronger, more bitter stuff, so everything he'd ever had had been at parties and the like- he didn't really know what he was putting in himself there. "Honestly? I'll drink anything," he answered, setting down his soda and moving toward the Roux child. "Took it from Daddy's secret stash." So Pincher had a stash? Junior wasn't surprised, running a group as big as this, but he couldn't help but be reminded of his own father's "stash"- and what had happened when the older Rennie man got into it.
Despite the rather disturbing memory, Junior couldn't miss the wink sent his way, feeling his face warm slightly as he wandered across the hut, gaze flitting only momentarily away from his little friend, trying to push away the looming thoughts of how "gross" this was. Everyone else was fine with it - they had been placed together -, so of course there was nothing wrong with this, but after all the abuse hurled toward him and others back home, something about it still sat uncomfortably with him. "Damn, and he just lets you get away with that?" the striped feline teased as he took a seat near Coldblue. Junior could have sworn, his father must have measured his liquors every damn day to make sure no one had messed with them. Baby blues shifted off of his date momentarily, surveying what they had laid out before them; there were snacks and beverages, boardgames, what looked to be some music players, and, of course, Coldblue's addition of the mead. It didn't look like they'd be getting bored tonight- especially not in one another's company.
"speech"