03-17-2018, 08:43 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]Even faced with the (admittedly absurd) perceived dangers of the black mamba sidling up beside him, Paper did not freak out as so much as to also in turn scare poor social butterfly Valentin. Something Daphne was rather pleased in seeing as the somali mix smiled at the carefree snake enjoying the company of new people. "Valentin, her name is Valentin." Enthusiastically announcing the black mamba's name like the proud dad he was, Daphne found himself taken aback as Papercutter asked for the snake's name. In a good way though. Daph always loved to enthuse about his precious girl and her cuteness to everyone he met, because Valentin deserved it all. She was always there, always caring about how Daphne felt; even when Daphne had ascended to Asson and had felt so isolated up in the jungle's temple where he now rested every night and rose every day, Valentin was there to make nights less painfully lonely. She wasn't warm-blooded, but her unconditional love was enough.
Methodically after inquiring about the name of the pet in which Daphne had been so ecstatic to introduce, Paper was inquiring about the names of those who had come to poke and prod at him with well-deserved curiosity. It was probably for the best to get to know your new comrades with a name attach to their face. Composing himself once more, milky gaze ripped itself from the sight of Valentin's pretty form and back to to Paper's one. Giving him polite eye contact. "Oh, I'm sorry how rude of me. My name is Daphne Roux, and this is my brother Pincher Roux. We lead the two subgroups here in the Typhoon. It's a pleasure to meet you Papercutter, truly. I hope I'll see you around; I know Valentin does too." Colloquial chatter filled in the spaces of air in which Daphne's voice became prominent, the somali mix's long-haired tail sticking up in a gleeful motion.
Methodically after inquiring about the name of the pet in which Daphne had been so ecstatic to introduce, Paper was inquiring about the names of those who had come to poke and prod at him with well-deserved curiosity. It was probably for the best to get to know your new comrades with a name attach to their face. Composing himself once more, milky gaze ripped itself from the sight of Valentin's pretty form and back to to Paper's one. Giving him polite eye contact. "Oh, I'm sorry how rude of me. My name is Daphne Roux, and this is my brother Pincher Roux. We lead the two subgroups here in the Typhoon. It's a pleasure to meet you Papercutter, truly. I hope I'll see you around; I know Valentin does too." Colloquial chatter filled in the spaces of air in which Daphne's voice became prominent, the somali mix's long-haired tail sticking up in a gleeful motion.