04-15-2018, 02:44 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]Jerseyboy wasn't thrown off when other people showed up to spectate. In fact, he was used to playing in front of other people, and he liked the attention. He cracked a smile at the unfamiliar puppy and he continued to sing, "Sometimes I wonder what I'm-a gonna do, but there ain't no cure for the summertime blues."
He had still continued to strum the guitar when the albino serval showed up, and when he finished the main riff, he stopped to let the chord ring out. Jersey raised his gaze to Killua when he commented on his playing, and he snorted, gesturing to the instrument, "Are you kiddin'? This, right here, is basically all I do." Well, besides smoking and drinking (and being a downright asshole), of course. It was true that Jerseyboy hadn't hailed from a clan, but he had grown up in the city. The east-coast, specifically, where a lot of humans were condensed into large cities. Everywhere he went, there was food, clothing stores, apartments, you name it. Although Jerseyboy couldn't exactly indulge in the same things that humans did, he had observed their nature and what the culture was like. They especially seemed to enjoy pop music, pizza, and football. Sometimes, when he hung out near the bars and pubs, there was a combination of all three.
His gaze then traveled to none other than Jacob, who had shown up to compliment him on his playing. He had always taken a liking to music, ever since he was a kid. Jersey was glad that they shared a passion for it. "This one's easy, Jake. It's just a chord progression — three chords." He told his little brother before slowly plucking at the individual notes.
Jerseyboy lightly began to strum, though not loud enough for it to drown anyone out. In fact, he had heard the familiar clouded leopard make her own input, and he responded, “Rock ‘n Roll ain’t just lovely, sweetheart. It’s kick-ass.” He managed a devious smirk at the reply, hoping that it would somewhat confuse or throw the other off. Jersey lived for messing with people or getting a reaction out of them.
He had still continued to strum the guitar when the albino serval showed up, and when he finished the main riff, he stopped to let the chord ring out. Jersey raised his gaze to Killua when he commented on his playing, and he snorted, gesturing to the instrument, "Are you kiddin'? This, right here, is basically all I do." Well, besides smoking and drinking (and being a downright asshole), of course. It was true that Jerseyboy hadn't hailed from a clan, but he had grown up in the city. The east-coast, specifically, where a lot of humans were condensed into large cities. Everywhere he went, there was food, clothing stores, apartments, you name it. Although Jerseyboy couldn't exactly indulge in the same things that humans did, he had observed their nature and what the culture was like. They especially seemed to enjoy pop music, pizza, and football. Sometimes, when he hung out near the bars and pubs, there was a combination of all three.
His gaze then traveled to none other than Jacob, who had shown up to compliment him on his playing. He had always taken a liking to music, ever since he was a kid. Jersey was glad that they shared a passion for it. "This one's easy, Jake. It's just a chord progression — three chords." He told his little brother before slowly plucking at the individual notes.
Jerseyboy lightly began to strum, though not loud enough for it to drown anyone out. In fact, he had heard the familiar clouded leopard make her own input, and he responded, “Rock ‘n Roll ain’t just lovely, sweetheart. It’s kick-ass.” He managed a devious smirk at the reply, hoping that it would somewhat confuse or throw the other off. Jersey lived for messing with people or getting a reaction out of them.
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