[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: work sans; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 3px; line-height: 1.5;"]Well, he'll be damned.
It wasn't too hard to piece together — the physical similarities, the warm greeting, the kiss on the forehead, and even the child outright calling him "Da" ( which he could only assume was "dad" ). Pierce was a father. And the weird thing was, it looked like he was her biological parent as well. Who knew, Mr. Soft-Serve had gotten b u s y. Jerseyboy was in between amusement and surprise at the moment, but as always, he knew how to mask his emotions with his normal, obnoxious-self.
The tuxedo tom made his way over slowly, simply observing the interaction as he came up next to the elder serval. He glanced over to him and snorted quietly, "Whoa, whoa — Pierce, you got a kid?" He shook his head, returning his gaze back to Clementine. "Huh. Who knew." Kids? Kids were . . . a hit-and-miss with Jerseyboy. There were some real cute ones out there, ones that managed to worm their way into his heart. He liked playing with kids, even if he wasn't the best influence. However, he didn't want kids of his own. No way. That would require him to be responsible. That would require him to be a good role model. Anyone who knew him would say that was quite impossible.
He didn't care to introduce himself to the child. She was preoccupied with everyone else who was interacting with her, as well as drawing. Besides, he had only really been talking to Pierce, anyways.
It wasn't too hard to piece together — the physical similarities, the warm greeting, the kiss on the forehead, and even the child outright calling him "Da" ( which he could only assume was "dad" ). Pierce was a father. And the weird thing was, it looked like he was her biological parent as well. Who knew, Mr. Soft-Serve had gotten b u s y. Jerseyboy was in between amusement and surprise at the moment, but as always, he knew how to mask his emotions with his normal, obnoxious-self.
The tuxedo tom made his way over slowly, simply observing the interaction as he came up next to the elder serval. He glanced over to him and snorted quietly, "Whoa, whoa — Pierce, you got a kid?" He shook his head, returning his gaze back to Clementine. "Huh. Who knew." Kids? Kids were . . . a hit-and-miss with Jerseyboy. There were some real cute ones out there, ones that managed to worm their way into his heart. He liked playing with kids, even if he wasn't the best influence. However, he didn't want kids of his own. No way. That would require him to be responsible. That would require him to be a good role model. Anyone who knew him would say that was quite impossible.
He didn't care to introduce himself to the child. She was preoccupied with everyone else who was interacting with her, as well as drawing. Besides, he had only really been talking to Pierce, anyways.
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