[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; width: 310px;][font=georgia]Versailles quite liked Colouredclan; in his short time in the group, he'd found that it had lots of things to offer. Food, for example, or social interaction- and not too much of it, but just enough to make him feel like he was actually alive and not just some rock falling into a deep hole in the earth without hitting any other rocks on the way down. Which was nice. And entertainment! Mainly people watching, which was proving to be his favorite one so far.
Because of his limited exposure to others, the nonbinary feline preferred to watch from the sidelines, instead of taking action himself. He liked the presence of others, yes, but in very, very small doses. He also liked to be as far away from them as possible, because other people were, frankly, aggravating. Annoying. Inconsequential, one might say. But fun to watch. Like little ants in an ant farm.
Stationed atop some crumbling, decaying concrete structure, the cougar sat; his gaze flicked from Colouredclanner to Colouredclanner, watching them go about their daily lives.
He was quite off to the side, and so the cougar was fairly sure that he would go unseen. Which was, of course, preferable. He had gathered, from various forms of media and some previous social interactions, that staring and watching others was generally frowned upon. And of course! Why wouldn't it? He wouldn't like to be scrutinized without his consent, either. To be stared down by the eye of some self-entitled benevolent being- an unfavorable prospect! Yes, he himself detested the idea of secretive and prying eyes watching him!
And yet.
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