04-21-2018, 11:12 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]By now, Jerseyboy was quite used to the giant-ass animals that appeared on the regular out here. Horses, big cats, wolves? You name it. Pretty much every single damn animal was bigger than him, but as for his personality? It was hard to top.
He saw a giant tiger approach him and he looked on calmly, perking his triangular ears. It took him a moment to actually realize that it was a tiger, seeing as he didn't have the normal patterns that one possessed. In fact, it looked like someone painted a crazy design across his back. It almost looked like the flames he saw painted on the sides of hot rods. As awesome as he looked, he sounded like your average joe, someone who gave the whole "name-and-business" spiel. What a shame — he was expecting him to be chilled out. Instead, he had asked him not one, not two, but three questions. He pinned his ears back slightly, interjecting, "Whoa, whoa — sorry, didn't realize we were playin' twenty-questions." Jerseyboy's tone was purely sarcastic, his green gaze dull as he met the other's. "Name's Jerseyboy, don't wear it out. An' if I'm bein' honest, I got no idea where I am. Just stumbled across it, I guess." And for the last question, the tom snorted in response, "'Cause I felt like it, that's why." Sheesh, what else was he going to ask him? What his favorite color was? What he did last Monday?
At least the next person to arrive didn't bombard him with questions. In fact, she had even complimented his voice, which inflated his already giant ego. She was a pretty one, at that, and someone who wasn't ten times bigger than him. Stretching a charming smirk, Jerseyboy shrugged and said, "Huh. Well, maybe I'll tell ya' if I can getcha' name." He couldn't help himself, really. It was in his rather cocky nature to flirt with any good-looking molly that he came across.
He saw a giant tiger approach him and he looked on calmly, perking his triangular ears. It took him a moment to actually realize that it was a tiger, seeing as he didn't have the normal patterns that one possessed. In fact, it looked like someone painted a crazy design across his back. It almost looked like the flames he saw painted on the sides of hot rods. As awesome as he looked, he sounded like your average joe, someone who gave the whole "name-and-business" spiel. What a shame — he was expecting him to be chilled out. Instead, he had asked him not one, not two, but three questions. He pinned his ears back slightly, interjecting, "Whoa, whoa — sorry, didn't realize we were playin' twenty-questions." Jerseyboy's tone was purely sarcastic, his green gaze dull as he met the other's. "Name's Jerseyboy, don't wear it out. An' if I'm bein' honest, I got no idea where I am. Just stumbled across it, I guess." And for the last question, the tom snorted in response, "'Cause I felt like it, that's why." Sheesh, what else was he going to ask him? What his favorite color was? What he did last Monday?
At least the next person to arrive didn't bombard him with questions. In fact, she had even complimented his voice, which inflated his already giant ego. She was a pretty one, at that, and someone who wasn't ten times bigger than him. Stretching a charming smirk, Jerseyboy shrugged and said, "Huh. Well, maybe I'll tell ya' if I can getcha' name." He couldn't help himself, really. It was in his rather cocky nature to flirt with any good-looking molly that he came across.
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