05-06-2018, 01:44 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]A hint of amusement escaped into Jerseyboy's gaze as Harrison commented on his smell. He knew that he smelled bad to some people — he received comments like that whenever he met anyone new. "Oh yeah? I smell good?" He teased. His gaze followed him as he wandered over near Jacob again, and he answered, "I just had places to be, eh?" It was simple as that. People to meet, places to go, sights to see... He couldn't just stay cooped up here forever.
A cutting, icy voice fell upon his ears, and Jerseyboy was immediately alerted to it. What he found was a cougar — a young one at that, but a cougar nonetheless — looking upon him with an expression of slight revulsion. It was evident that she wasn't very impressed by him, but hey, that had yet to formally meet. Maybe in time, he'd charm his way into her good graces. Besides, what reason was there not to? She was a cute little thing, if he did say so himself. "Yeah, I am." Not by relation, of course, but it was close enough in his eyes. Blood wasn't who you were born with, and he was sure that lots of people could attest to that.
He perked his triangular ears, swiveling them in Melantha's direciton. So, that was her name. Her tone was still as cold as the damn Antarctic, but he was determined to get through to her. Maybe it was his relentlessness. His determination. His knack for pushing peoples buttons. "Name's Jerseyboy." He introduced himself as well, though didn't add any "comments" or anything beyond that. He knew what kind of girl he was dealing with, and hurling flirtatious attempts towards them simply wouldn't work.
Jersey instead turned to address the whole group, "Whaddya' say we play, huh? We could, uh, learn somethin' about each otha'." On that last note, he gave a small glance towards Melantha, as if trying to mentally take a jab at her.
A cutting, icy voice fell upon his ears, and Jerseyboy was immediately alerted to it. What he found was a cougar — a young one at that, but a cougar nonetheless — looking upon him with an expression of slight revulsion. It was evident that she wasn't very impressed by him, but hey, that had yet to formally meet. Maybe in time, he'd charm his way into her good graces. Besides, what reason was there not to? She was a cute little thing, if he did say so himself. "Yeah, I am." Not by relation, of course, but it was close enough in his eyes. Blood wasn't who you were born with, and he was sure that lots of people could attest to that.
He perked his triangular ears, swiveling them in Melantha's direciton. So, that was her name. Her tone was still as cold as the damn Antarctic, but he was determined to get through to her. Maybe it was his relentlessness. His determination. His knack for pushing peoples buttons. "Name's Jerseyboy." He introduced himself as well, though didn't add any "comments" or anything beyond that. He knew what kind of girl he was dealing with, and hurling flirtatious attempts towards them simply wouldn't work.
Jersey instead turned to address the whole group, "Whaddya' say we play, huh? We could, uh, learn somethin' about each otha'." On that last note, he gave a small glance towards Melantha, as if trying to mentally take a jab at her.
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