PARTY DRESS - open; joining

[BUGSY]

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So far, these ferals were turning out to be more c i v i l i z e d than he had initially expected. Having never interacted with a clan before, he would have never seen what was coming. Little had he known, these guys cooked human food, did human things, and were far from ( saliva-dripping, bloodthirsty savages. ) It was turning out to be quite nice so far.

It wasn't hard for Bugsy to notice a pretty visage when he laid eyes on one. The Beauceron watched as the King Cheetah's form emerged on the horizon, slinking through the grass in his direction. The way she placed her paws seemed a bit off, though he hadn't noticed her injury just yet. The brute approached her, managing a lopsided grin, "Slow your roll, girlie. Whatcha' need?" He had just assumed that she was impatient and was demanding attention right away.

That is, until his eyes darted to the shard of glass jammed into her pad. Widening his almond-shaped visionaries, Bugsy commented, "Whoa, that looks pretty bad. How'd you manage to do that?" He was genuinely curious, and seeing that she wasn't bleeding out onto the floor, he figured that he was at liberty to ask.