10-13-2018, 10:27 AM
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Oh good god above, here they went again with the niceness police. Sunhaven churned out a lot of happy-go-lucky folk, and that included the pure-hearted, small, too-innocent-for-anything wusses. You tended to see them a lot more in a place like this than on the streets where he grew up, where nobody really gave a shit about you or your wellbeing. Turning an eye to Gordon, the tuxedo cat shot right back, "'n guess what? Nobody asked for your input, lady." Jesus Christ, he hated it when people couldn't mind their own fucking business. When they gave unsolicited opinions on problems that weren't their own.
His attention didn't linger on Gordon for long, and his olive green gaze flickered back up to the winged hybrid. A shimmer of amusement w a v e r e d in his eyes, and even slightly across his masculine features. His smirk, small yet genuine. It was reassuring that this one could at least take a joke, unlike all of the other hard-asses around here. Still choosing to play along in their little game, Jerseyboy held a paw to his chest, as if to mimic being penetrated by a bullet... an insult-bullet, that is. "Ouch, shots fired. I'm hurt, I really am." Jerseyboy replied, sarcasm d r i b b l i n g from his tongue. "Touché, Clove. Name's Jerseyboy, if you give a damn." The tuxedo tom added. Hm, maybe Two-Tails here wasn't going to turn out so bad after all. Maybe she could teach him one of her circus tricks.
The fleeting moment of amusement passed as soon as Venus opened their trap again. He narrowed his eyes at them, wrinkling his nose in distaste as they even shot something in a foreign language at him. Well, two could play at that game. "Tu sei un puttann'[sup]1[/sup], so suck on that.” Jerseyboy snorted, twitching his tail.
He stepped back and hugged, ”I'm gonna go; I got betta' things t' do." Or perhaps Jersey was just too butthurt at the moment, who knew. With that, the Hearthkeeper gave one last glance to Clove before trotting off into town.
1. You are a bitch
Oh good god above, here they went again with the niceness police. Sunhaven churned out a lot of happy-go-lucky folk, and that included the pure-hearted, small, too-innocent-for-anything wusses. You tended to see them a lot more in a place like this than on the streets where he grew up, where nobody really gave a shit about you or your wellbeing. Turning an eye to Gordon, the tuxedo cat shot right back, "'n guess what? Nobody asked for your input, lady." Jesus Christ, he hated it when people couldn't mind their own fucking business. When they gave unsolicited opinions on problems that weren't their own.
His attention didn't linger on Gordon for long, and his olive green gaze flickered back up to the winged hybrid. A shimmer of amusement w a v e r e d in his eyes, and even slightly across his masculine features. His smirk, small yet genuine. It was reassuring that this one could at least take a joke, unlike all of the other hard-asses around here. Still choosing to play along in their little game, Jerseyboy held a paw to his chest, as if to mimic being penetrated by a bullet... an insult-bullet, that is. "Ouch, shots fired. I'm hurt, I really am." Jerseyboy replied, sarcasm d r i b b l i n g from his tongue. "Touché, Clove. Name's Jerseyboy, if you give a damn." The tuxedo tom added. Hm, maybe Two-Tails here wasn't going to turn out so bad after all. Maybe she could teach him one of her circus tricks.
The fleeting moment of amusement passed as soon as Venus opened their trap again. He narrowed his eyes at them, wrinkling his nose in distaste as they even shot something in a foreign language at him. Well, two could play at that game. "Tu sei un puttann'[sup]1[/sup], so suck on that.” Jerseyboy snorted, twitching his tail.
He stepped back and hugged, ”I'm gonna go; I got betta' things t' do." Or perhaps Jersey was just too butthurt at the moment, who knew. With that, the Hearthkeeper gave one last glance to Clove before trotting off into town.
1. You are a bitch
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