Hazard Perception Test | Joining

[Stellas]

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Max wasn't a very likable guy beyond being organized and competent in tasks that would be described as the opposite of practical. The feline wasn't trying to be likable. As far as he was concerned, kindness was something that could be reserved and clumbsily mustered up for presences he'd actually enjoyed. The only issue was, he found it hard not to detest people that didn't kiss up to him. It wasn't anything personal, rather it was just due to his own problematic esteem and ongoing struggle with narcissism.

The white cat hadn't really taken in the surroundings, nothing special here aside from the scent of ... a group. A nice glimpse into both diet, and borders. He rubbed his nose in digust with a paw, and took a seat. A few minutes past, and he found himself rather annoyed with their tardiness, and lack of spontanious appearence. It was dumb to assume someone was just going to spontaneously pop up the moment he showed up at the boarder though. He didn't see an alarm system, no little bell to ding.

So, standing again after waiting what was around five minutes; the feline decided to track down someone who could integrate him into this group. The loner was having a midlife crisis, and actually wanted someone to talk to for once. Call him lonely, call him a loser; in both instances you'd be wholly correct.