08-14-2020, 01:04 AM
[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
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The clinking of bottles rouses Paola from her nap, blinking groggily at the scene around her before settling on the three gathered Typhooners. In her drowsy state, she doesn't think she recognizes any of them, and she lays her head down again to go back to sleep until she hears the name they call the black coyote. Michael? Mr. Michael?
More cousins? Kids? Drinking?
The she-cat springs to her paws then, all semblance of sleep ebbing away as she pads over with something resembling a frown on her face—or as close to it as she can get. Paola isn't exactly a frowner. Because of her lively attitude, the expression seems out-of-place on the her features, although it looks just as disappointed nevertheless.
"I mean, he looks like he's getting rid of the bottles, so that means he does care about them. Please stop." The she-cat's nose crinkles at the white oriental longhair, clearly confused by her attitude towards Michael's potential brood, before the expression fades away as quickly as it came when Paola's eyes finally settle on Michael's new form.
Happily, she trots closer and takes a seat next to Jaime, wrapping her long tail around herself before peering at the bottles he's amassed. "If I'm hearing things right, congratulations, Mr. Michael! It's always fun to have new little ones running around and livening up the place!" Paola offers him a wide, cheeky grin. "I can take some of those off your paws and then help you bring the rest to the tavern, if you'd like."
[table][tr][td]More cousins? Kids? Drinking?
The she-cat springs to her paws then, all semblance of sleep ebbing away as she pads over with something resembling a frown on her face—or as close to it as she can get. Paola isn't exactly a frowner. Because of her lively attitude, the expression seems out-of-place on the her features, although it looks just as disappointed nevertheless.
"I mean, he looks like he's getting rid of the bottles, so that means he does care about them. Please stop." The she-cat's nose crinkles at the white oriental longhair, clearly confused by her attitude towards Michael's potential brood, before the expression fades away as quickly as it came when Paola's eyes finally settle on Michael's new form.
Happily, she trots closer and takes a seat next to Jaime, wrapping her long tail around herself before peering at the bottles he's amassed. "If I'm hearing things right, congratulations, Mr. Michael! It's always fun to have new little ones running around and livening up the place!" Paola offers him a wide, cheeky grin. "I can take some of those off your paws and then help you bring the rest to the tavern, if you'd like."
10 MOONS
[/td][td]BETA
[/td][td]TYPHOON
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER: