12-22-2018, 06:55 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]YOU AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HOUND DOG — TAGS[/glow]
Jerseyboy was not entirely sure why he adorned his plain, black bow tie on a daily basis. It wasn't like it held any special meaning to him, nor had anyone gifted it to him or anything. He had just found it one day, back when he had lived in the city, a special small-sized one for animals like him. He had tried it on and had dug the new look, so he hadn't stopped wearing it ever since. Some people tended to make him out as some sort of posh, fancy purebred that had come from a rich home, but that was far from the case. He wasn't wearing it to fool people into thinking he was a "trust fund baby". He just thought he looked like a handsome son of a bitch.
The tuxedo tom had come across Clarence sporting a tie of his own, and he managed a small sneer. [glow=black,1,400]"You tryin' t' steal my look?"[/glow] Sometimes it was impossible to get a grip on Jerseyboy's sarcastic tone and tell it apart from a serious one. [glow=black,1,400]"It's crooked, pretty-boy."[/glow] Teased the tom in passing. He would've adjusted it himself, but that required the effort he wasn't willing to put in. Besides, he was too short to reach.
The tuxedo tom had come across Clarence sporting a tie of his own, and he managed a small sneer. [glow=black,1,400]"You tryin' t' steal my look?"[/glow] Sometimes it was impossible to get a grip on Jerseyboy's sarcastic tone and tell it apart from a serious one. [glow=black,1,400]"It's crooked, pretty-boy."[/glow] Teased the tom in passing. He would've adjusted it himself, but that required the effort he wasn't willing to put in. Besides, he was too short to reach.
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