Posts by wetwrq4

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    Eh, he was pissed and tired, since that one morning quite a while ago. Tired eyes, drooping tail, all that sad shit was a sign of exchaustion quite visible.


    Fuck, was all he could think, as he uncomfortably shook his pelt, a hiss of annoyance escaping his outstretched jaws- such a startling sound to him- and he quite literally did a little jump, too arrogant to even feel scared or embarrased if anyone saw him- the fuckers could deal with a little kid jumping at his own sounds, right?


    Hopefully, atleast. Cause if they didn't they weren't worth joining. Just a fact he remembered from a while ago- not sure when, but eh.
    [b]" Hey, I'm Gray. I wanna join and stuff."

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    Well. How cute- maybe they could just share their problems in a heart to heart one day, when Gray was nude and this little demon guy was all "king of hell"ish, whatever that meant. Not.
    " 'Kay." he shrugged- finding this whole thing pretty damn cheesy, to be honest. Just go on living if you were a god damn demon- not try to get pity from all your friends. Eh, people were wierd these days, that was for sure.


    Then again, he was even wierder then everyone else- if they actually got to know him. He was more of a dumb, oerverted teenager then what he liked to call himself. That is, just someone who was average and liked intresting things.


    Hah. He would pad over, his tiny little kid body stiff.

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    He would sit outisde the entrance, seemingly napping or of such. Actually- he was just thinking. Not about much- his perverted kid mind was all over the place.
    He really hated being a lynx cub- he was just small, but quite handsome, if he said so himself. Not that anyone loved him or anything.


    Since his player had to go soon he just left the post like this ew.

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    gray will mostly strip and annoy your chraacter ( i think ) but lets give it a try

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    Huh. He had attracted a crowd just from.. sitting, still at that? Hm, at that very moment he felt quite confident in himself. " Eh, Gray. Just Gray." everyone seemed to have long, cool ass names, but who the hell would notice that his own name seemed not to blend in?
    He hopen no one.


    The three week would would then break into a grin, feeling all warm on the inside, thanks to seeing Howlingkit and Hauntingkit seemed to cheer him up- atleast he wouldn't be the only kid in this place. But eh, did he ever think he would be? Maybe not, maybe yes, who would care?
    " Nice to meet you, Haunting and Howling. Mind if I call you that?" he would greet,a nd at teh same time request. Better check with people first before calling them shit they don't want to be called, hm?
    That's what gentlemen did. Then again, what gentlemen were shameless perverts?


    He would then turn to Fargo, banishing the dirty thoughts from his little mind before shifting his paws.
    Another long, important-sounding name. " Hey, Fargo. cool name ya got there." he complimented, his smile now sly, a bit crooked.
    Yes, quite a cool one, not that Gray would wish it upon himself.


    " Parker, Beani, Shiv, Emelie, Energydrink - mind me calling you Energ? - Cake, Calum, Cain, and you over there. Hey guys, uh, hope you don't mind me being a stupid antisocial guy- I just don't knwo how to talk to anyone." girls, guys, non binaries- he was just a sucker for sitting and learning shit.
    " Help me out- I probably look really stupid." he would add with a chuckle.


    As you could see, Jeevas gave up like a dumbass he was and just skipped everyone, shit. Way to go for being advanced.

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    Heck. Not being nice? that was quite a bad thing to do, be, whatever you want to call it. He would slink over, invisible eyebrows raised. The people he had met so far were nice- it seemed like a waste to be fake, no? He had quite beilieved everyone was nice.
    Ah, well. he wasn't the smartest, brightest kid out there- he was probably dumb and got it wrong.


    " Noted." there was no fakeness, boredome, anything negative in his voice- just a bit of disbelief. Then he would find himself a seat, sitting alone, awaiting any other announcements from the leader.

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    Everyone was awkward and maybe grossed out- by what? Sex? Thats how every one of their bodies were made- if they thought this was gross, whatever.
    He would slink over, his tawny, patterened smooth and not quite what you would expect from a child in this place, hearing these words. He would sit down, and listen with a small smile- god, this was quite funny for him, but he decided not to laugh.


    No need to bring back bad experiences, but also laugh at them.

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    " Welcome, I guess. I'm Gray." he greeted, a flamaboyant smile on his handsome young face- more cute, but eh.
    The newcomer seemed quite nice- and quiet, sorta like he wanted to be. but ofcourse he ahd to go and smile and be all wierd.

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    i don't know him much but he seems like an average normal person i see everyday where i live ( not really ) but i think he might be a bit more....... intresting and a bit more easily angered would be an nice trait?? idk tbh


    gray thinks he's okay no real opinion

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    plot?? mostly looking for a best friend but!! eh

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    " Hello, I guess you know my name and are tired of my shit by now, but I'm Gray." he owuld greet, smiling in a nice way, not really knowing what to say to someone who seemed so quiet and a bit older then him.

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    He would dip his head, and since his roleplayer was kinda museless he would sit down too, eyes widening. " Hope you like it."


    [size=1][s]you are reading my very soul, bc me too wtf

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    He would be wandering about, a clearly bored look plastered on his handsome, young features as he would place a paw before the other, not quite sure where he wanted to get to.

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    Wah- what? Someone called his name? And what the fuck, it sounded like a feminine one too. He guessed no actual female would be caught dead calling his name- but then again he was wrong all the time. Heck.
    " Yeah.. oh, Painted? Hey, that's me, yeah." he would say, a grin popping on his face, before he could stop it.


    " Whats up?" he would purr, stopping as soon as she reached his side. Was something wrong? But then again, he would maybe not be the first one to go to if anyone had problems. He didn't know anyone, damn.


    " Anything wrong?" he asked, just in case.

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    He would dip his head.


    [size=1][s]yes, yes......................... quiet sighing

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    " Oh, sorry." he would mutter, feeling instantly quite embarrased.
    And that one little feeling- he hadn't felt before, but hell, he didn't know what was special about her. Not that there was anything ( he thought ), he was just probably so rad he never made mistakes.


    Not. " Well, hi!"

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    " Nice, swell, good, positive. Whatever ya want to call it- I'd say happy fits." he knew swedish too. Would he be a show off if he told her swedish stuff? One way to find out.


    " Heh, glad är jag." he would then add, smirking a bit proudly- just a little bit of arrogance tinted in his voice. Did she understand what he said? Maybe not. " That's ' I'm happy' in Swedish! Did you know that?"

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    Oh god, what? He would trot over, alarmed. " Oh my god, someone get a medic!" he would call, stopping beside the trainee. " help is oin the way."