shooting for the stars - turkey

[deimos]

Family was one thing he wasn't used to having. Sure, he had his siblings, his mother, but his father was absent. And as far as Piers knew, family was first and foremost at Thanksgiving. Right? The cub lifted his nose in the air as he scented the turkey, his tail lashing, that cream tip of his flashing wildly. That wasn't turkey. That was.. glue. Acidic to his sense. Slowly, the caracal-jaguar rose, padding towards the mess on a blanket.

Now, Piers was built to be a gentleman. His forefront was to be well-thought and composed in the eyes of, well, everyone. But this sight made him depressed. His ears flattened, but he held his tongue as the other spoke. Young cub or not, it appeared Piers was judgmental for a gentleman. "Yes.. It looks nice." He responded, blinking slowly. His eyes shifted to that of the creator, and he almost flinched, but he kept his head high and shoulders broad. What an offensive sight, he recollected to himself.

He looked towards Kaito and relaxed a bit. Well, at least their eyes were similar, right? Piers could appreciate some blue eyes every now and again. He huffed, looking back towards the psuedo-turkey and sat. "Real talk. I'm hungry." Piers mentioned. "I can't tell if this.. turkey made me that way or not." His ears flicked gently, tail curling neatly at his side.

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