12-08-2018, 02:39 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]Clarence knew there had to be more than a few people who thought he was a bit... odd after his first introduction to the clan. He knew the way he behaved likely hadn't been considered normal but he didn't regret his actions. There was no way he could've known he was suddenly going to be dropped into a world where animals could speak and had complex societies. When he had thought of the afterlife before, this certainly hadn't been how he pictured it. Still, it wasn't all bad. It had been unexpected, sure, and there were plenty of things he was upset about if this was the real afterlife, such as not being able to see any of his friends and family, but otherwise it wasn't terrible. He at least wouldn't mind staying here for just awhile longer until he figured out if there was a way to return home (although, admittedly, he wasn't even sure where to begin with that). Maybe he could even learn a few things that'd be useful when he came back. If he really had access to all the updated information, it certainly seemed like a good idea to bring some of those things back with him.
However, even knowing that his behavior had been strange in the beginning, Jerseyboy's question seemed to catch him off guard and an expression of complete confusion crinkled his face. "Excuse me?" The words were incredulous. Shrooms? He wasn't even entirely sure what that meant. However, when the man went on to ask about if the British won, his confusion shifted to an expression that appeared a bit hurt, although he seemed to mask that one a bit better than the last. "No, they didn't, but you already knew that. There are books here that talk about it, I found them. That day on Lake Erie was one of the worst battles of the whole war, apparently. That's what it said," he answered, his tone tightening a bit as he spoke. Why would this strange cat ask him such hurtful questions?
However, even knowing that his behavior had been strange in the beginning, Jerseyboy's question seemed to catch him off guard and an expression of complete confusion crinkled his face. "Excuse me?" The words were incredulous. Shrooms? He wasn't even entirely sure what that meant. However, when the man went on to ask about if the British won, his confusion shifted to an expression that appeared a bit hurt, although he seemed to mask that one a bit better than the last. "No, they didn't, but you already knew that. There are books here that talk about it, I found them. That day on Lake Erie was one of the worst battles of the whole war, apparently. That's what it said," he answered, his tone tightening a bit as he spoke. Why would this strange cat ask him such hurtful questions?