05-13-2018, 08:23 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"] [member=112]jacob w.c.[/member]
"Don't you eva' think that this place is too cold, Jake?" The conversation was casual. Nothing in particular was really happening at the moment; Jerseyboy was sitting against the wall near the entrance of the cave, a small twig hanging from his maw. He found himself itching for a cigarette, but he knew that Jacob would lose his shit if he lit up right now, so he resorted to chewing on that instead. He just needed the feeling of something between his lips. The tuxedo tom paused and removed it from his mouth, taking it in between his paw toes and examining it. "Hell, it was cold in New York, but here?" He huffed and chucked it across the floor before continuing, "I feel like my balls are gonna freeze off." Not that Jerseyboy couldn't handle the cold, but sometimes he missed the city. There was so much to do, so many places to see, so many people to meet. Here, it was same-old same-old. Maybe it was time to start traveling again.
His thoughts were interrupted when Jacob got closer to him. His green eyes focused on the chief's features, and he spotted the stain of crimson that stood out on his lip like a sore thumb. That was new. "What's that on ya' lip? Blood?" Jersey questioned. There was another smell that he had just noticed, and it was vaguely familiar. It was... salty. Like the ocean. That didn't make any sense. Then, something clicked. Jerseyboy furrowed his figurative brows and got to his paws quickly, interrogating the younger husky, "Whoa whoa whoa — what happened to you? Huh?" Was there something that he wasn't telling him? As someone who was naturally nosy and intrusive, he wanted to know what was going on.
"Don't you eva' think that this place is too cold, Jake?" The conversation was casual. Nothing in particular was really happening at the moment; Jerseyboy was sitting against the wall near the entrance of the cave, a small twig hanging from his maw. He found himself itching for a cigarette, but he knew that Jacob would lose his shit if he lit up right now, so he resorted to chewing on that instead. He just needed the feeling of something between his lips. The tuxedo tom paused and removed it from his mouth, taking it in between his paw toes and examining it. "Hell, it was cold in New York, but here?" He huffed and chucked it across the floor before continuing, "I feel like my balls are gonna freeze off." Not that Jerseyboy couldn't handle the cold, but sometimes he missed the city. There was so much to do, so many places to see, so many people to meet. Here, it was same-old same-old. Maybe it was time to start traveling again.
His thoughts were interrupted when Jacob got closer to him. His green eyes focused on the chief's features, and he spotted the stain of crimson that stood out on his lip like a sore thumb. That was new. "What's that on ya' lip? Blood?" Jersey questioned. There was another smell that he had just noticed, and it was vaguely familiar. It was... salty. Like the ocean. That didn't make any sense. Then, something clicked. Jerseyboy furrowed his figurative brows and got to his paws quickly, interrogating the younger husky, "Whoa whoa whoa — what happened to you? Huh?" Was there something that he wasn't telling him? As someone who was naturally nosy and intrusive, he wanted to know what was going on.
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