LIFE'S A TANGLED WEB | open, introduction

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#000000;][font=georgia]★ PLUTO H. P. S. X. W. - making momma so proud, but your voice is too loud
Social interaction had never been an entire favourite of the young wildcat. However, he knew that it was definitely a necessity in life. And, Pluto also knew that it was probably best for him to actually try to become a social butterfly so that he was known for things other than who he actually was. He was not usually a nervous being, so why the hell did he have to start feeling such emotions now? He ran his tongue along his lips swiftly, a very faint sheen of luminous blue marking the pathway of his tongue on his mouth as he did so.

Pluto had not really actively gone out with the intentions of interacting with those that lived around him and therefore had quite a limited knowledge on those that he guessed he was supposed to be getting close to. He was aware of the fact that he should have perhaps tried to put in effort at an earlier date considering the fact that he had he lived alongside them all and therefore believed that he was supposed to be attempting to get to know them. However, vibrancy and warm exchanges of words were not something that the male associated himself with although the whole idea of being vibrant could be argued against.

He was an apparent abnormality and the idea that he was not a natural entity caused him to feel intense unease when faced with the ideas of actually socialising with other beings. He did realise though that he did not really need to care about what others felt about him. After all, despite being who he was, it was only the surface that he was thinking that he would be judged on. In a way, his fright of criticism was unjust. What truly mattered about him was what he was on the inside and he strongly believed that he was quite a pleasant individual despite his rather odd appearance.

With reinforced confidence, the male allowed a gentle yet rather bright expression to layer itself onto his features, ears twitching slightly as he glanced around to see if there was anyone that he could potentially converse with. He had only really just realised that the whole time he had been sat there rather nervously spaced out and immediately hoped that no one had noticed. It would be pretty embarrassing otherwise for him to be caught in such an act of anxiety.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#000000;][font=georgia]★ PLUTO H. P. S. X. W. - making momma so proud, but your voice is too loud - tags
Friends? The idea of such a platonic relationship at that current moment in time seemed to be quite a foreign concept to him despite the fact that he had attempted to spur himself on into an search for such companionship. Despite his endeavours, he was not sure what he was exactly looking for. The youth flashed his mother a warm smile, very briefly closing his sparking blue gaze alongside the friendly expression. He was blissfully unaware to any under the surface, internal thoughts. Thoughts like how his very beloved parent could barely recall what his name was. The name that she had bestowed upon him. It would have probably been quite the blow to his newfound confidence which was, in a way, good that in this case he was rather oblivious to any distinct discrepancies in the actions of his mother. He reopened his eyes after a few seconds, smile melting slightly into a more casual one as he peered at the leader. Or, well, one of the leaders. "Hello mum. I'm doing well, just a little bit tired, it's not a big deal though." he responded with the accompaniment of an idle flick of his ear. He had not really spoken all that much with the female, mainly because she was often preoccupied with more important things than her children which was something that he completely understood. "And, I haven't made any friends yet but I'm working on it, I guess" he added with a slight nod, attention caught almost immediately by the appearance of Bill. He too believed that presentation was a key thing in conversations, be it a casual interaction or a more formal, political one. His gaze swept over the golden individual, head tilted slightly to the side as he did so.

Pluto was strong. At least, he held strength to some degree. Mentally, he had a thick mind where his barriers were near impenetrable and his physical form was decent despite his small size and seemingly slender, scrawny physique. He could certainly hold his own in the midst of combat however, that was not the problem when it came to his power and capabilities. The issue revolving around him was in fact his personality and temperament. He preferred more peaceful options and alternatives to otherwise brutal situations. In some ways, it could be regarded as him just wanting to avoid confrontation but he genuinely did not like to see any one else in pain either and would go to quite great lengths to dancing around the iffy idea of being locking in physical combat. But, he was able. It was just up to Bill to be able to judge him however he wanted to in regards to both how capable he was and what strength he contained.

"Steampunk is my mother. And, my name is Pluto by the way. You're Bill, right?" the liger hummed with a flick of his ear, vibrant electric blue gaze fixed pointedly on the feline before him. His fictional brows were arched slightly as he regarded the other leader that his mind had very briefly drifted to previously. That was probably one of the reasons why he already knew their name despite also being acutely aware of the reputation that the other male had built up for themselves. The whole idea of others knowing his name without him even knowing them was something that he would love to have happen to him however, he knew that would most likely never be the case and even if it ever occurred, he knew not the let it get to him. It would most likely be a one off and even then he was too insignificant in general to actually receive such major attention. He drew in a sharp breath, curious smile curling at the corners of his lips as he glanced back to his mother for a few moments before solely focusing once more onto Bill, intrigue clearly evident as he awaited their response.