[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]/rome's a demiboy, not a male cx
this is why he doesn't make jokes. people get so used to their seriousness that jokes they make just go straight over their head and do a backflip on the other side. "but what if they do."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]kayaking to antarctica doesn't seem very practical. that might take months! or years! or decades! or centuries! and rome doesn't want to die in a potentially very, very bad storm, anyway. drowning. eugh. who wants to go out that way? not he!
the wolfdog sighs audibly. "ffff . . . but what if i don't want to. even if there's a secret passageway. even if there's a dungeon. what if we just discover a monster's lair and die."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]it's sedentary lifestyles that kill, actually, not being fat. food for thought! um, no pun intended. anyway, romanpaw only eats pure, unadulterated raw meat, suitable for a growing young wolfdog his age. deer carcasses . . . mmm!
"what are you doing. you could die," rome states simply.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]so far, rome's okay with his clanmates. well, except for aradia, who is really fucking scary. and perhaps miyu, who's annoying. and persistent. and fucking annoying. nico's all right, yoh's all right, halfpaw's . . . well, the wolfdog's not really sure about the liger. she's got a bunny. it's a murderous bunny. it's going to kill them all.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome can't see shit, which is why he doesn't react to aradia's tricksiness except for "what? huh? okay, fine, bye." moments later, nico helps them out by getting that disgusting, gross-smelling material off their face. "you already helped," the wolfdog points out irritably, but less so than usual. "thanks," he adds sulkily.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]"but what if they do and we can't stop them," rome persists, eyes widening in pretend horror. "what if they take over the clan." goddammit, rome, stop terrorizing everyone!
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]"well, don't die now, that'd be inconvenient," rome says, backing away a little. is he going to die now? is soda a type of twoleg poison? OH GODS THE HORROR
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome jumps at halfpaw's reaction to clue's content bubble wrap-gnawing. does everyone here want to give him a heart attack? "what's paint," rome asks.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]oh god he's actually literally surprised by the fact that rome doesn't want to go off on an adventure looking for secret passageways. this cat is so innocent and naive how is he even leader
noooo, no dragons, rome hates dragons! they're supposed to be scaly and big and fUCKING TERRIFYING. no dragons, please. please. "but," rome complains fruitlessly.
"but what if i get tired. and there's a monster. and i'm too tired."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome watches nico fail to catch the pebble with great amusement, still throwing his own pebble and catching it with ease. the wolfdog considers helping the male, but they discard the idea. he can probably learn by himself. it just takes time. and practice. and intense boredom.
also, a spot of creativity, as evidenced when rome accidentally throws the pebble a bit too high and gets the brilliant idea to catch it with his head. so they do. the pebble slides off his nose and back onto his paw, where he resumes the throwing and catching.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome blinks at nico, torn between bemusement and annoyance. "well, if you want to," he says. hey, here's an idea. what if they make nico their servant. then he won't have to do boring things.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]if halfpaw does that anytime soon, rome will actually release the highest-pitched scream the universe has ever heard and probably hightail it out of the airport, never to return. but, since halfpaw hasn't done that (yet.) rome isn't screaming, leaving, or distrusting certain ligers forever anytime soon. in fact (if not for the bunny) rome might actually like halfpaw.
might.
he doesn't even like miyu.
as a matter of fact, they're passing through the opposite end of the hallway, although they don't know there's a sign that says gate b-3. he can't read. poor ignorant dogwolf. they can sort of sculpt and sort of draw though, and juggle pebbles fairly well. jack of all trades! master of none! better than a master of one!
that's gonna be his motto.
the wolfdog blunders through the hallway, making sarcastic comments about nothing in particular. they're pretty sure they're alone. until they see halfpaw. "look at the color of that floor, good god it's— hOLY CHRIST." he staggers backward at the sight of halfpaw and scrambles towards the other end.
before realizing it's just halfpaw.
and then they poke their head out suspiciously to peer at the liger.
ooc wOw sUDDENLY muSe
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]romanpaw walks over, blinking at darkpaw. it seems kind of obvious he's got gifts, but rome's not going to bother pointing that out. instead, he yawns. loudly.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]what the fuck is nico doing yelling at this ungodly hour. can he be quiet. can rome, perhaps, walk over to nico and tell him to be quiet. that's exactly what he'd been going to do. and then they see miyu being carried away by a weird path that moves oh my god what the fuck. "wHAT IS THAT WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT THE FUCK."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome pulls his head backward and there's absolute silence for a short while as if rome is debating with himself. then they poke their head back out. "no," he replies inadequately and hides behind the corner again. then they emerge another time. "yes," he adds without explanation, and returns to the corner.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome, personally, believes in no god. no god at all. he's a godless wolfdog. the brown and grey canine slinks over, looking vaguely sleepy. "hi, yes, i'm here. who are you. what do you want."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome merely looks confused. "okay. but what is a clerk," the wolfdog asks, staring up at miyu. is he going to fall? that'll be funny. sort of. but that'll also hurt.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome pads over, plopping himself down on the floor. "what am i supposed to do," the wolfdog asks dully by way of greeting.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]what. what the fuck. he isn't following. who the fuck is this. what the fuck is this. did she just say she's a god. what the utter goddamn ass-shitting fuck. "all right then. hello. i'm romanpaw."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome screeches very loudly as miyu accidentally tackles him to the floor after trying to catch the cat without hurting himself. "WHATAREYOUDOINGGETOFFME!" the wolfdog yelps, flailing their limbs about wildly.
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