it's the singing // joining

[charlotte.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"][color=black]Several minutes pass. She begins to grow bored before the sound of quiet footfalls reach her ears. Half-lidded eyes lift lazily to inspect the other who approaches. Oh, a lion. He seems...suspicious. With a form tone and narrowed eyes, it is not hard to miss the wariness in his demeanor. "The name is Charlotte," replies the leopardess in a casual voice, tilting her head ever so slightly to the left. "But you can call me Charlie." A friendly grin spreads across spotted features, allowing a brief glimpse of ivory fangs. Something about the tension emanating from her companion silences her. She wonders if she is in danger. Or maybe the guy is just constipated?

Finally, she decides to move on. It's awkward just sitting here and staring at one another. "I, uh, would like to join, if that's still allowed.." why wouldn't it? Then again, Charlie has avoided coming back here for almost a year. Lots of things can change in that span of time. "What's your name, tiger?" Somehow, she manages to maintain a neutral expression. But inside, she's cracking up over her stupid, unfunny joke. There's just something so hilarious about calling a lion...a tiger. Comedy gold.