CALCULATE // o, joining

[MARCELLUS]

HEARTFELT PROMISES { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]TAGS

Joiners were not an uncommon thing, especially in the Typhoon. Every time he seemed to pass by the gates of the Typhoon he would hear the ringing of bells or the sound of commotion and this time was no different. The king cheetah had been padding along past the gates, his paws aching as he so badly wanted to go home. He had been at the Colosseum observing the fighters and the tactics they used in order to help his own fighting, though even then he had a long way to go in terms of advancing in fighting and getting back to his shack. He began to pick up speed before his ears flicked at the sound of the voices outside the gate, his head swinging to look over towards the gate before his paws began to carry him there, the king cheetah limping over and looking out to spot the gathering crowd and what seemed to be a purple dragon. For a moment he contemplated leaving out of his own fears, before he realized that Lucifer was there in which the king cheetah slowly slipped over to them. He stood beside Lucifer as he looked over the purple dragon silently. Hobby? That's a new one.

"Marcellus." He introduced, trying to act as nonchalant as he could manage. "I guess a hobby for me is uh, well I don't know. Swimming?" His tone was questioning as he shrugged his shoulders and sat.