11-04-2018, 09:59 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]What exactly sat within the realms of normal? He thought himself to be as natural and ordinary as anyone else, boring to the eyes because his coat was so mediocre. He had no mutations, no powers. The only thing that made him different from most was that he refused to eat meat, omitting it from his diet because of his upbringing. He was simply used to the taste of plants no matter how tangy, bitter or unpleasant. He also found himself to be a guilty eater, preferring to hold back on his appetite. Otherwise, when it came to being normal, he thought himself to fit right in the box - a perfect example of an unmodified creature. But, as of late, he began to realise that he was the odd one out. Everyone was so exotic and, upon seeing the stranger at the border, he thought the green maine coon to flaunt a strange appearance until his eyes landed on both Frightfur and Sorbet. They both had their quirks, the special features that proved they were outside this box he called 'normal'. Maybe the real outsider, the real strange one, was himself.
He gives a small chuckle, an awkward ice-breaking laugh, at Sorbet's statement. He wasn't sure if it was rude when it was a clear and obvious fact, appreciating the other's bravery before tilting his head at the feline, ears twitching. Volatiletimes Hyde. He didn't know how he got 'Envy' from his mashed name but he would likely opt to call the other by his nickname anyway. There was less to tumble over when he spoke. "...w-welcome then," he replies, slightly distracted by the other's Captain Obvious statement. He always thought those words, cliche as they were, to be quite ironic. For someone to point out something so blatant and true, only for the other to reply that they were obvious was obvious in itself. If he were the talkative type, cheeky perhaps, he would call Volatiletimes 'Captain Obvious' in return in a playful manner. As Perry spoke to the maine coon, he began to notice other features he was too distracted to notice. The bows that decorated his green body, the single eye the other possessed. He must have had a difficult time with depth perception unless he possessed enhanced senses but maybe he was just overanalysing the other, still unfamiliar with being the greeter than a joiner.
Demanding. Those were the next thoughts that flew into his head. The male knew what he wanted and Perry would have liked to commend the other for it had it not meant that he would have to deliver and respond. He was determined not to appear rude by choosing not to answer the other, but he knew that no matter how he replied to the newcomer that he would still come off as useless. "I... I-I can't give you-you a t-tour be-...because i-i'm new myself," he says, sounding extra apologetic because of how softspoken he naturally was, "a-and my s-stut-t-ter." The canine could only imagine just how annoying it was for anyone to listen to him because he surely got sick to his own voice, hearing the way vowels shook even though he was trying his best to carefully form the way they sounded. He was sure he would be completely incomprehensible if he didn't put so much thought into his speech. "Food's a-at mem-main base..." he then adds, he was willing to show the other to the base if that was needed. That in itself wasn't too difficult for him. "I-I'm...Perry." He made sure to slow down on speaking to properly pronounce his own name than become known as 'Pe-Perry' by this stranger.
He gives a small chuckle, an awkward ice-breaking laugh, at Sorbet's statement. He wasn't sure if it was rude when it was a clear and obvious fact, appreciating the other's bravery before tilting his head at the feline, ears twitching. Volatiletimes Hyde. He didn't know how he got 'Envy' from his mashed name but he would likely opt to call the other by his nickname anyway. There was less to tumble over when he spoke. "...w-welcome then," he replies, slightly distracted by the other's Captain Obvious statement. He always thought those words, cliche as they were, to be quite ironic. For someone to point out something so blatant and true, only for the other to reply that they were obvious was obvious in itself. If he were the talkative type, cheeky perhaps, he would call Volatiletimes 'Captain Obvious' in return in a playful manner. As Perry spoke to the maine coon, he began to notice other features he was too distracted to notice. The bows that decorated his green body, the single eye the other possessed. He must have had a difficult time with depth perception unless he possessed enhanced senses but maybe he was just overanalysing the other, still unfamiliar with being the greeter than a joiner.
Demanding. Those were the next thoughts that flew into his head. The male knew what he wanted and Perry would have liked to commend the other for it had it not meant that he would have to deliver and respond. He was determined not to appear rude by choosing not to answer the other, but he knew that no matter how he replied to the newcomer that he would still come off as useless. "I... I-I can't give you-you a t-tour be-...because i-i'm new myself," he says, sounding extra apologetic because of how softspoken he naturally was, "a-and my s-stut-t-ter." The canine could only imagine just how annoying it was for anyone to listen to him because he surely got sick to his own voice, hearing the way vowels shook even though he was trying his best to carefully form the way they sounded. He was sure he would be completely incomprehensible if he didn't put so much thought into his speech. "Food's a-at mem-main base..." he then adds, he was willing to show the other to the base if that was needed. That in itself wasn't too difficult for him. "I-I'm...Perry." He made sure to slow down on speaking to properly pronounce his own name than become known as 'Pe-Perry' by this stranger.