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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify]Well.


    That had been an experience. Alex had yet again made a fool of himself, and he was pretty sure he'd managed to piss at least three people off so far. He didn't mean to. He guessed he was misunderstood. Oh, well - there were always second chances. First impressions weren't always permanent, were they?


    "Anyone want to, uh, talk? Or something?" The tabby called, shifting his weight from one side to another. He certainly wasn't bored anymore, that was for sure. Now if only he could not come off as a complete and total imbecile - then he'd be having a good time. He liked to think he wasn't as stupid as others thought he was. Who knew, maybe he was the next Einstein.


    I'm 300% sure Einstein didn't think about urine 24/7, he thought to himself, scrunching his face up. So much for optimism.


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    "About...?" he would drawl slowly, pausing momentarily.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify][font=verdana]She had thought he was a sleazebag asshole at first. Of course, the girl understood that it could just be the one day she happened to see him in a bad way, maybe he wasn't having a good day but still. If he wanted her to see better of him, then he'd have to make it up. First impressions, after all, meant a lot. The dark grey tabby saw Alex call for people to talk to him and she exhaled deeply. She was fighting against going or just simply leaving and doing her own thing. She decided she'd talk to him but if he started up again, she'd leave. Easy as 1, 2, 3. "Hello." Littlekit grunted, sidling besides Bistre.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] Alex's uncertain smile faltered a little upon hearing Bistre's response. He didn't have anything to talk about. This was all horribly unplanned. Socialising was not as easy as he remembered it to be. "Things," he eventually came up with, because he was lost for ideas. "Like... um..." This wasn't a good idea. If he could bend his arms enough, he'd smack himself in the face. "Well, what's your name?" Maybe he'd think of something if they introduced themselves.


    He stiffened when Littlekit came along. He didn't know what he'd done wrong, but she really did not seem to like him. "Hello," he returned, voice cracking and leaving his face hot. Maybe the third time would be the charm. He was trying not to be weird here, but it didn't seem to be working. Alexander made a frustrated sound, and then said, "I don't know your name."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify][font=verdana]As his voice cracked, a slight smile faltered onto her awkward mouth but she pushed it away and instead let her golden eyes dance with amusement. "Littlekit." She told him with a flickering tail, ears erect atop her head. He was.. an interesting character definitely. All sleazy one minute and awkward the next. "You can just call me Lit or Little though, I don't care."



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    Well time and time again, Bistre proved himself to be an absolute terrible conversationalist. Clearing his throat, he would attempt again. "My name is...Bistre Simul Stamus." It was just about as hard for him as any socially inept creature. "And yours?"

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