GIMME A GOOD SELF ESTEEM / joining

[JERSEYBOY]

JERSEYBOY

Ah, rain. The pitter-patter of beady droplets against the rooftops was not something unfamiliar to Jerseyboy -- his homemtown got good spells of rain every few months or so, when there was a tropical storm brewing down south. It had been quite a while since the New Jerseyan had experienced rain, and he couldn't say that he missed it very much. Great, the November c h i l l was already setting in and now there was a storm to accompany it?

Luckily, as the tuxedo had stepped outside that day, he had been spared the downpour. He trudged around on the muddy grounds, making a face of sheer disgust as it squished in between his paws. However, he wouldn't let bad weather keep him cooped up inside.

He found himself near the outskirts of town, where a pair of vaguely familiar and not-so-familiar faces were splashing around in the mud. Christ, Jerseyboy would absolutely murder the son of a bitch who got that goop onto his pelt. Not that he was a snob about hygiene or anything ( not even close ), but he didn't like being filthy either. "Ey, are you two just gonna frolick around like lil' girls or what?" Snorted the east-coaster with a flick of his ear. His gaze locked onto that of the dog, "Mind tellin' us who you are, pal?" It was great that they were having so much fun and all, but just who the hell was this guy?

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