「 ❝ I LIKE IT ❞ ┊ VISITING 」

[JERSEYBOY]

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The first to arrive to greet his presence was none other than a walking, talking, fuzzy maraca. Her tail in between her legs, her submissive stance, her hesitant tone. He was just a cat, for God's sake. How scary could he be to a pup already pretty much his size? Not that he was saying that he wasn't an intimidating male, of coure. She was ( s t u t t e r i n g ) and [sub]fearful,[/sub] as were some small children. What was she even doing out by herself anyways? Did her parents ( or whoever her caretakers were ) not give a shit about where she roamed throughout the day? Or did they not pay too much attention? If not, then he could say that he could relate. He never tended to get into big trouble when he wandered about the city as a kitten ( although his Mama would often call him a "stupid boy" for doing so ). It was also almost impressive how formal this kid was. Hell, at her age, all he did was run around and wrestle with the other kids and cause trouble. She was practically a diplomat. The tom rested his sights on the puppy and reassured her ( in his own way, that is ), "Whaddaya' so nervous for, huh? I ain't gonna eatcha'."

Then, he heard his name. Okay, what the shit? Jerseyboy quickly glanced up, meeting the gaze of a [sup]towering[/sup] serval. He furrowed his figurative brows for a moment, analyzing the bigger cat before him. This guy looked familiar as well, and there was only one possible way that he could have known him already. "Oh, ey. It's you... Spots-Guy." He had forgotten his name already, but then again, they had never really interacted much. "And, ah, I was wonderin' if I could crash here for a lil' bit." This place was a ( beachside paradise ) that he was eager to tour.

Jerseyboy couldn't exactly say that he had an attachment to the wilderness and its wonders. The tom ended up where he happened to end up, and none of it really mattered to him. If it was the mountains or a swamp or the slums of a city, then so be it. He wasn't trying to stay in one place for too long. He liked to keep things ( i n t e r e s t i n g. ) The tuxedo tom turned to the younger cat that approached him, and he gave a slight [sup]raise[/sup] of his brows. "Ilijas Valentine, huh? That's some fancy shit' goin' on there." Jersey teased. He didn't do the "last name" shit, though he always wondered what his would be if his family carried one. Nonetheless, this kid seemed cool so far, and that's what he was looking for — a community where he could chill and not have to worry about politics or anything.

Before he could really form an overall opinion on the next person who greeted him, he couldn't help but be caught off-guard by their... everything. He couldn't tell whether he was a cat or a fish, or both. So, like the blunt motherfucker he was, Jerseyboy exclaimed, "Jesus fuckin' Christ — what the fuck happened t' you?" He tilted his head as he observed the mutant in awe.

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