08-03-2018, 12:47 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]C'mon Doktè, this place isn't that bad. The people were surprising and unfamiliar, but their company wasn't unpleasant. Then again, it seemed as if everything bothered the other lion in some superficial way. There were a few reasons for the nicknames he'd earned within a few days, Prickly Pete being the most prominent. He wasn't as unkind as he liked to think he was, just a little rough in a sandpaper and stubble kind of way. Theo would go so far as to call him sweet sometimes. Still, maybe not the best welcoming committee on his own, so when Theo sees him heading towards the sound of the bell, he follows in a trot until he catches up, just as he finishes his sort of introduction. His cinnamon-red shoulder bumps against broader brown, skimming lightly until he separates again, and Theo settles down with a faint smile that shows more in eyes face than mouth. The feline is much smaller than the two in a way that's almost comical — he has a sudden thought about Doktè being unable to see him with how tall he is, and that almost makes him want to laugh. He doesn't, and just sort of smirks up at Doktè instead. "Good to know you've got the routine down, Pete." After a light hum, his eyes turn back to the joiner. "I think we're going to need your name, too."