Posts by boston

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woo! time to start again xD

c: thank you for the help!

^^ I'll check all the clans you guys have listed out!
thank you!

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wahhh good morning...
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Lies told at Midnight

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i'll join in on your language journey... but only german cause that's what ik and i don't want to go to google translate

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neun (9)

thank you guys c:

It had been a very uneventful day. The weather was indecisive, changing from hot to cold in an instant. Boston was bored, tired, uninterested, inattentive, blasé, synonyms. Since his roleplayer had recently lost her muse, the cat hadn't done much of anything but greet new members who were joining and visit meet and greets. The young apprentice decided it was time for him to do something. He walked out of camp, following a trail of dirt that he had never strolled along before. After walking for quite a while, he heard something, muffled in the distance. A barn was near by, so he assumed it was two-legs speaking to each other... but the noise had a sort of... beat to it. It was enjoyable. Boston walked closer, cautious of two-legs that could be around. The muffled noise got cleared as he neared the barn. Once he got inside, he found a box to be the source of the music (he remembered the name from his life as a kittypet).
Boston quickly snatched the radio, and ran from the barn, to a clearing that was closer to camp. The cat pawed at a button, which startled him by making the music louder. He smiled, pushing the button more, until it was the loudest it could get.
'I never really knew that she could dance like this
She make a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, ( si ) bonita, ( si ) mi casa, su casa'
the music played out through the clearing, and he started to bob his head to the music, thinking he looked awesome, but probably looking like an idiotic chicken. Finally, something had happened!

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Boston noticed the other cat, but didn't exactly hear what he had said. Then he actually realized the volume of the music he had, clicking another button to lower it just a bit. "What was that you said?" The cat asked, still slightly bobbing his head to the music that was playing from the radio.

"That's a good point," Boston smiled back. Unfortunately for anyone around, this cat simply was not a good dancer, no matter how many times he said he was. However, he kept dancing, not just bobbing his head like a chicken this time.

The dark grey tabby looked at Marseilleskit, who had recently come to the clearing. Oblivious to her synesthesia, he began to talk to her. "Hello! Enjoying the music? And my amazing dancing?" his roleplayer facepalmed at that smug bastard of a cat. No one could tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

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I'll probably use one for Boston.

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