04-29-2018, 01:43 AM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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Pierce sometimes had trouble interacting with newcomers in strange, new places, but he wouldn’t go so far as to call himself antisocial. No, for as a child, he really had been antisocial, terrified of contact with pretty much any other person, hardly able to force his name out at a joining, let alone look someone in the eye when they spoke. Somehow, though, he’d been promoted, and that new responsibility had been what forced him out of his shell. Well, that, and the help of his dear friends, though the only one whose face wasn’t a blur in his memory was his... partner, Riddlersgame. He had just been a little boy when he’d settled into that home, been so used to and good at talking to strangers. Why couldn’t he do it again? Perhaps it was because he was truly alone now, but he was also a man. He could take care of himself. Anyway, back in his old home, even when he knew everyone and had no issues talking to others, Pierce hadn’t been a huge fan of parties. Not when he didn’t have anyone to go with. For, when you were alone, it was just noise and food and drink. Nothing fun about that. Friends, you could talk to and dance with and play tons of games with, but it was a little awkward when you were by yourself. Snowbound was a new clan, though, and not many people seemed to have friends yet, either, so it’d probably be awkward for all of them. Hopefully.
Seemingly one of the firsts to arrive, Pierce glanced around at the place. It was nice, and it seemed pretty cozy. Jacob seemed to know how to throw a not-crazy, calm party that probably wouldn’t end with his best friend drenched in lemonade. The memory was an odd one, but one that was starkly prominent in his mind, the sight of Riddler stalking off from his lovely little party dripping in a sweet drink, lusting for revenge-
Pierce shook his head. He’d promised himself not to think about him anymore.
The effeminate serval raised his gaze as Jake began speaking, ears tilting in his direction. Blind dating? Pierce didn’t have strong feelings about it- he knew he’d participated in a few blind dates before, with who, he had no idea, but they never ended in anything, that was for sure. He considered a romantic date, and while the thought of Riddler floated to his mind once more, he shook the uncertainty away. He should try something new, and besides, there was nothing official going on between them. Odds were, nothing would come out of it, anyway. When the husky finished speaking, Pierce gave a little nod. Fun. He’d probably write his name down soon, but he better get some water fir-
"I can help you, Miss Melantha," Pierce offered brightly, silently praising himself for having been able to place a name to her face- that was one thing he’d always been good at. How did he know her name? They’d never spoken face-to-face, but he had overheard a few converations, and names were a bit difficult to forget. The lean tom moved gracefully toward Mel, offering her a sweet smile. "Th’ names Pierce, if you didn’t know. I, uh, have a lot of experience with writing if you want me to do it for you." Not only had he been writing and painting since he was a little kid, but he’d recently taken up poetry which, as one could imagine, involved a lot of writing.
"speech"
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Seemingly one of the firsts to arrive, Pierce glanced around at the place. It was nice, and it seemed pretty cozy. Jacob seemed to know how to throw a not-crazy, calm party that probably wouldn’t end with his best friend drenched in lemonade. The memory was an odd one, but one that was starkly prominent in his mind, the sight of Riddler stalking off from his lovely little party dripping in a sweet drink, lusting for revenge-
Pierce shook his head. He’d promised himself not to think about him anymore.
The effeminate serval raised his gaze as Jake began speaking, ears tilting in his direction. Blind dating? Pierce didn’t have strong feelings about it- he knew he’d participated in a few blind dates before, with who, he had no idea, but they never ended in anything, that was for sure. He considered a romantic date, and while the thought of Riddler floated to his mind once more, he shook the uncertainty away. He should try something new, and besides, there was nothing official going on between them. Odds were, nothing would come out of it, anyway. When the husky finished speaking, Pierce gave a little nod. Fun. He’d probably write his name down soon, but he better get some water fir-
"I can help you, Miss Melantha," Pierce offered brightly, silently praising himself for having been able to place a name to her face- that was one thing he’d always been good at. How did he know her name? They’d never spoken face-to-face, but he had overheard a few converations, and names were a bit difficult to forget. The lean tom moved gracefully toward Mel, offering her a sweet smile. "Th’ names Pierce, if you didn’t know. I, uh, have a lot of experience with writing if you want me to do it for you." Not only had he been writing and painting since he was a little kid, but he’d recently taken up poetry which, as one could imagine, involved a lot of writing.
"speech"
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