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    In the end, he supposes that this is Marauder winning their semi-argument which wasn't even a real argument. The clouded leopard had held his ground for a few days now, though he had eventually decided that being independent wasn't worth the guilt and hurt that came with it. With the words I don't care. Part of Percy wanted to insist that he very obviously did, if he was so worried about him getting sick or something. But what if he didn't? So even if it wouldn't make those words go away, the child had decided that he would at least compromise, no matter whether or not Marauder even knew about it. It had taken a good bit of contorting and a whole lot of time spent cross-eyed, but in the end, he had managed to remove both the tongue and septum piercings. The ears were staying, though, and that's what made it a compromise.


    But you know what was more interesting than having a piercing? The hole that remained. Particularly, the one in his tongue. Perseus has to stick his tongue out and go cross-eyed yet again to see it, but that was a price worth paying. So that's the story behind where the small cub is now, standing by the Basin to try and get a clearer picture of himself without the accessories that he had gotten so accustomed to over time. "There's a hole," he states with something like confusion, though it's mixed with fascination. "What if it doesn't go away?"
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    ･ﾟ✧ — updated 09/06/2016

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;] "It won't." Sans confirmed with a breath in, stalking beside the water and watching the boy ponder his expression. "It stays. If it didn't you couldn't get your piercing in." His ear twitched with brief annoyance, tone firm. It was common sense. Sans pushed his tongue forward for a small moment, a gold stud in the center of his tongue. There was on in his ear too, in the form of a ring. "It hurt?" He asked Perseus, curious as to weather or not the piercing was still painful. Sans just had it when he came here. The only body modifications he really tampered with was filing his teeth, and the first time, he didn't have a choice.


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    tags | 9/1

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    track!

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    Curiosity glimmering in her eyes, the small kitten passed Sans to stand precariously close to the water. She peered in curiously with the sensation of water lapping at her tiny paws, attention locked on the reflection of Perseus as she tried to figure out what the hole in his tongue was supposed to mean. "What that?" she wondered softly, paw touching the water swiftly.
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    tags ✧ (31/09/16)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]Harley padded over out of curiosity and sat down beside Sans. Why would Perseus get piercings on his body? That was weird. But she wasn't going to question his choices. "Wouldn't it grow closed if he didn't put the piercing in for a long time?" That seemed like what would happen, anyway. But then again, Harley never had a piercing so she didn't know what it was all about.
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    info — updated 9/05

    info — updated 9/05

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    Marauder said things he didn't mean, sometimes. The truth always felt so delicate on his tongue, and in turn that muscle was always so sharp, too sharp, having unlearned the gentle touch. He couldn't say he'd been a supportive or even bubbly child, but he had his moments. Many moments. Now, memories that had served as a guideline were instead a reminder, a warning sign of what getting attached was and how he would always manage to ruthlessly * it all up. He was still trying to push Perseus away, even if it was weakly, going the route of saying one thing while the rest of him did another, both for the kid's sake and his own. He didn't want the kid getting mixed up in his constant train wreck, and he didn't want to latch onto the leopard because things usually went south. It was an insurance policy, of a sorts, except he wanted to cancel it after he'd walked off the irritation after Percy's piercings, because however much Marauder knew he was bad news for him, rejecting him like that- Marauder knew that sting all too well. The one that was I don't care, yet he'd said it, right to the child.


    He meant to apologize. That was why he'd searched for the kid in the first place, except of course he couldn't find him alone, a small crowd already gathered because Percy was- staring at the hole where his piercing used to be? "You can have something to show the kids when you're older," the caracal commented. "It'll be one of those 'see kids, this is why we think things through' stories."


    /sorry for this post I am three fourths asleep
    [spoiler=tags (8/25)][justify][size=8][font=arial]GENERAL:
    -Marauder
    -Son of Coloredpencil and Alois
    -1 year, four months
    -Pansexual panromantic
    -½ Mars (brotp w/ Perseus)


    BODY DESCRIPTION:
    -Caracal dyed black with blue eyes
    -Heavily scarred
    -Broad shouldered and muscular
    -Wears a red hoodie, sometimes switches it out for a brown leather jacket
    -Wears a red, white, and black friendship bracelet (DO NOT TOUCH)

    INTERACTION:
    -Difficulty depends on opponent and circumstances
    -Name in bold red when attacking
    -Ask for serious injury, request capture, closed to death
    -Friendly actions can be powerplayed (at your character's own risk)


    PERSONALITY:
    -Holds serious grudges
    -Aggressive with a quick temper, but will behave most of the time.
    -A bit of an asshole
    -Strong emotions, not-so-great outlets
    -Intelligent, and actually very well-read
    -Possible abandonment issues

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    because of length:
    - paragraph one, sans
    - paragraph two, orbkit and harley
    - paragraph three, marauder
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    Perseus almost jumped at Sans' appearance in the water, turning to look up at the canine before back to the water. He thinks that Sans was nicer before he was gone for a while (he still didn't understand what it meant to die), but it's not like he needs people to be nice to him. The annoyance is a little bit obvious, but it doesn't phase the clouded leopard as he stares at the older male's piercings. Gold. That was pretty cool. His had been silver, though, and they fit better with his color scheme thing. Not that he cared enough to think about color schemes, or even his appearance. The only thing that mattered was that it had been shiny and sort of felt nice, after the pain went away. Which it had, and so the kitten shrugs slim shoulders towards Sans. "I'm not gonna put it in anymore. Will it go away then? And it doesn't hurt anymore, not really. Feels a little weird, though."


    As if he'd just reminded himself of that, Perc curls his tongue in an odd manner, frowning at the water once more as more people joined in about the piercing talk. Well, he's not actually sure if Orbkit is talking about the piercing. "What's what? That's water. An' that's me." Here, he dips his head to his own reflection and then makes a face to prove that it always did what he did. "And that's a hole." It wasn't a big hole, thankfully. That would have made eating weird, right? He sticks his tongue out again, just to make sure that it's not too big, before Harley catches his attention. In all honesty, he hadn't intended to get piercings. It just sort of... Happened. He agreed to a makeover, and then bam! He had metal in his face. It's all good, though. They were pretty cool. "That would make sense," he agrees seriously, though seriousness doesn't quite suit the clouded leopard yet.


    There aren't many people who would know that better than Marauder. He tries to frown up at Marauder when he realizes that he's near, because he's been upset for a few days and it's definitely his fault, but the look doesn't last long. Instead, he finds himself smiling a little, just glad that he's still here. He knows that the caracal is sorry — because he's Marauder and he's bad with words, and that's okay. It doesn't quite take away that worry (what if he meant it?) or that first sharp sting, but Perseus was nothing if not forgiving. He doesn't ignore him and doesn't bother holding a grudge. He doesn't even hesitate too much before smiling — a faint one with quiet eyes, not at all like his usual grins — and sticks his tongue out at him. "I'm not gonna be old. Or have kids. That's gross." Truth be told, Percy can't see himself as anything except what he is, for the moment. Maybe later he would be able to think ahead, but — you know, maybe not. Thinking things through was weird.


    / shh it was a great post
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    information | updated 09/06/2016

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    Jeff was wandering around, going for a run when he saw what looked like people having an interesting conversation. Sans and that's one Mara-bxtch who greeted during his joining were there, so it seemed like it would be a decent chat going on. The husky slowed to a walk, panting lightly. Every so often his tongue would loll out and brush up against the scars, causing his to lick at them for the wonderful metallic taste.


    Finally, he sat next to the kid with a hole in his tongue. Jeff admittedly really wanted a piercing but for some odd reason wouldn't admit it. It's not that they were bad, he just didn't want to tell anybody. So instead Jeff just reverted to his blunt self. "Where the hell do animals even get piercings? He asked.


    //tired mobile

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]▶ the male approached, ears angling forward to listen in on the conversation. piercings. arty had more than a few of those. he released a little breath, bicolored limbs bringing him up to the left side of sans, fuchsia hues drifting over the scene,"it will close up, but it will leave a scar." he hummed, settling down carefully to his haunches,"it shouldnt be too noticeable. you can sea salt on it and rinse it out with water, it will heal up more quickly and wont run the risk of infection." his shoulders lifted and fell, sleepy eyes shifting over towards jeff. where did they get them? well, he.. a cold feeling settled in his chest, ears twitching back. in vegas, it was easy to find someone to do it. at the time, he hadnt been all too keen on getting a tongue piercing - yet, he had still given in. he'd been talked into it. thankfully, he grew to like the thing. though, as for his ears, he'd done those himself. honestly, that was to be expected; he was a beautician, and what beautician didnt know how to supply body modifications? his tongue whisked absently over his lips, before clearing his throat.


    "i used to offer them." it wasnt that hard, really. it wasnt something you forgot. artpop lifted a paw gingerly from the ground, stifling a yawn with the back of an ivory paw,"but its been a while. most do it themselves."


    information | updated 8/29