took the razor in my hand / joining

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the sound of a voice humming out his mother's favorite song had the panther sitting up almost immediately. deep brown eyes settled on a somali girl pushing through the crowd, and a loud purr erupted from his chest. "ooh love, ooh lover boy," he sang out in response, a wide gin spreading upon his face.

loverboy's attention was immediately focused on maria as she spoke to him, warm brown eyes glittering; he shuffled slightly closer to her and gave a quiet laugh to her remark about remembering his name. "that was mom's favorite. she sang it to me a lot and always called me loverboy." he told her sweetly. "nice to meet you too, maria. i don't think a few sticks in the mud will be much of a problem."

the next to arrive, what a surprise, was in fact a stick in the mud. if he had to say so himself, this stick was too deep in it to even think of being pulled out anytime soon. love set his eyes on her and fell silent, smile dropping from his lips upon being called 'gutterboy.' he lifted a paw and scrubbed a bit at the dirt on his face; sure, he'd missed a few baths, but he wasn't that bad. the boy simply held her gaze for a moment longer before his brow furrowed slightly. "...rrright. rosewar it is, then." he glanced then to charlotte, relieved to hear someone defending him.

love breathed out a small laugh. "a bath sounds great," he purred in response, a smile once more lighting up his face. a nice bath sounded heavenly, as did a good meal; he felt almost bad though, to waltz in and ask for food, shelter, and a bath. the boy sat still for a moment before he cleared his throat. "i can work, if you need me to. i don't wanna intrude or anything." he offered them, shuffling slightly in his seat.