IM WILLING TO WAIT FOR IT || open+"corruption"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake was not at all familiar with anything relating to possession or corruption of the like, and it was still confusing to the feline whenever she saw clanmates wearing articles of clothing. She decided to herself she didin't care for the hat on his head and that she found it rather ugly, and that was more then present in the expression she was making. But her focus wasin't on the hat for very long. While Cake did not know Hatty -- she was still a new member to the clan after all -- she knew something looked very... off about hatty. Curling her tail around her paws, she kept her distance from him and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Um... you okay? Because you don't look okay. In fact, you look the complete opposite." The always rude feline spoke up then carelessly. She wasin't worried for Hatty. No, she never worried for anyone but herself. She was worried she'd catch... whatever that was.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]"Maybe he's punk rock or some shit," Stevie says, sauntering over at a leisurely pace. The words are originally from Mamura, and while she doesn't really understand what it means, it sounds like some deadly disease that turns you Sith. She glances at Hatty, interest and mild concern warring inside her. She isn't familiar with him, and therefore can't possibly know that he's any different from however he previously acted.[/fancypost]
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Win remembered Hatty. The two weren't close, by any means, but the last he knew, they had been kind, friendly, and rather easily flustered. This seemed to be an entirely different person, and the idea of that had pale eyes narrowed with concern. He had to agree with some of what Cake said, aside from the not caring part. Because surprisingly, he cared about pretty much everyone, in his own way. At least Stevie was still making jokes about it. He couldn't help the little snort at her parroted words, reminded faintly of the caped duck. "What happened?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]She didin't look impressed, the end of her tail twitching in annoyance as she listened to Hatty. What was this guy's deal, anyways? Was this some pathetic way of asking for attention? The rude, bratty feline known as Cake rolled her eyes and exhaled sharply from her nose. "you've uuhh... You've got a little..." she placed a paw on her own cheek as if to demonstrate what she saw on his face. "You might want to get it checked out." She added in a disgusted sounding tone.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]She gives Winter a look upon hearing his snort, though it's mostly a joking glare. Her comment was humorous on purpose, so the massive wolfdog's laughter doesn't offend her. Instead, she directs her affronted glance toward Hatty's rude demand of what punk rock is. "Rocks that're punks," she guesses, lacking any serious tone in her voice. It's a fashion thing, probably, but Stevie can't be bothered to actually approach Mamura and ask him what the fuck punk rock is. "You don't look all right, pal. S'all we're saying," she says, assessing him with a calculated stare just in case she needs to fight him.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake rolled her eyes and huffed dramatically at this. "No need to get your tail in a knot" she meowed in a bored tone, half yawning into her words. Although I am sure it would only add to how you look right now. she added with cruel amusement in her own head. What a sick little bitch Cake was to poor Hatty and anyone who dare cross her way. "I am sure somewhere out there, there's someone who appreciates that hat." as sad as it was, that was as close to a compliment Cake would ever give in this situation.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Stevie leans back and lends Cake a sideways glance. Surprising to see they're on the same side for once, even though she's a little more tactful than her bratty rival, but if it gets Hatty to see reason, well. She just needs Cake to rein in her attitude and then maybe they can kind of get along.

"Buddy, my attitude's perfectly fine," she says, all golden-eyed steel. "I'm just concerned, bro, and if you ain't likin' me being a good, worried clan-mate, well, I'll stop carin' right this moment."[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 12px; font-family: arial;]

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"Well, then," Stevie says, rearing her head back and piercing Hatty with her stare, "I stop caring... now." She strides away with her chin jutting up, for all the world a victor who's vanquished her enemy with daring wit and cunning logic, or (in a more Stevie fashion) with sharp claws and bared fangs. That guy deserves none of her attention, and he ain't getting it.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial;]

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