12-19-2018, 08:05 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Common was the use of alcohol within this, something the child would never freely admit to tasting though bitter had it been, small the mouthful but enough to turn him from such, though it had not been within such a setting. Few and far between were the games he had found himself caught within, moments suspended in time when calm had touched the few counted amongst his family, warmth within the illusion of it, laughter arising easy as the cards passed between them.
Different was it all, the settling not contained within the small structure he had known for much of his life and instead touched with the chill of wind, curling and working into the fine fur, no matter the length of it settling in a thin coat about him. All the same soft was the curl of smile, slight the bounce in step as Keyne moved closer, hitch within starting as the bickering of the two men found him. Brief the raise of thought wondering if better it might be to not participate but it was swept away when the next approached, familiar face leaving his heart to skip a beat, shaky the edge of smile as the tabby moved to sit by Clarence.
Paw moved over the cup, circled its lip before he took one out, the blue sheen of the candy hidden within the curl of claws before he placed it between his teeth. There he held it, sheepish the look within his eyes, apparent he bore no want to eat the treat. Though it proved a core part of the game Key quickly took it from between his teeth and instead set it by the cup, marking it as one lost, his lack of a sweet tooth making eating it unappealing. Indeed had he done just that, many times he remembered the gentle reprimands of his mother, though teasing had they been, pushing at his buttons more then it was to truly show her ire.
“Um... never have I ever said a bad word...” It was the best one may expect of him, chin pressing into his chest as he spoke, unsure of how to continue or even if he should.
Different was it all, the settling not contained within the small structure he had known for much of his life and instead touched with the chill of wind, curling and working into the fine fur, no matter the length of it settling in a thin coat about him. All the same soft was the curl of smile, slight the bounce in step as Keyne moved closer, hitch within starting as the bickering of the two men found him. Brief the raise of thought wondering if better it might be to not participate but it was swept away when the next approached, familiar face leaving his heart to skip a beat, shaky the edge of smile as the tabby moved to sit by Clarence.
Paw moved over the cup, circled its lip before he took one out, the blue sheen of the candy hidden within the curl of claws before he placed it between his teeth. There he held it, sheepish the look within his eyes, apparent he bore no want to eat the treat. Though it proved a core part of the game Key quickly took it from between his teeth and instead set it by the cup, marking it as one lost, his lack of a sweet tooth making eating it unappealing. Indeed had he done just that, many times he remembered the gentle reprimands of his mother, though teasing had they been, pushing at his buttons more then it was to truly show her ire.
“Um... never have I ever said a bad word...” It was the best one may expect of him, chin pressing into his chest as he spoke, unsure of how to continue or even if he should.