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bluesrock caliber mayella
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And he still wasn't making fun of him, not really. It was nice, actually. "Mm, maybe I will. I'd have to go find my props again." Although he was serious, he actually did have props for it at one point, his tone carried the same grin that Rafferty's did. "But they were meant for a younger me. A much younger me." Wow, now that was a reality check. The mini crisis was clear in his expression for a short moment, brows slightly creased but blue eyes wide. "I'm old," he mumbled, mostly to himself.
He wasn't really that old, coming up on two years but he still had a little under half a year to go. He even acted older, writing and drinking and trying to avoid every possible ending. For him, endings never seemed to be nice. He read stories that ended with someone getting married, or moving to a castle, or reuniting with their mother. Yet even those were bittersweet because it was over. He didn't get to follow that adventure anymore. There was likely a new one waiting around the corner, but something had ended. Someone has lost something along the way, and that always marred the better endings.
"No, I guess it doesn't. They have their own hidden meanings. Just not in the roses." No, it was in the way the main characters laughed and bumped their shoulders together after a long day. It was the actions that meant something more. Could that be said for real life? He liked to deny it, but if there were underlying meanings... He was screwed. Ah, that wasn't something he even wanted to think about for the moment.
At another laugh from Rafferty, the feline easily grinned again, a proud sort of thing. Blues had always prided himself in making others laugh, since most of his jokes weren't actually jokes. Deadpan sarcasm was his forte, but this was like he was a little kid. Telling his sad friends terrible jokes just to hear them try to hide their laughter. He'd lost that joke book, too. It had been a good one. "Well, I don't think it was entirely intentional. This really isn't the best spot for a shower. I mean, I was actually relatively clean before all of this." Another mournful mock sigh to his muddy paws, but the seriousness quickly became something more real.
"You'd do the same, I know." Yeah, he would. That was frightening. Why was it frightening? He would help a friend. Maybe that was what was so scary. [color=white]"Yeah," he agreed simply, a quick smile and a barely perceptible nod.
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General Information
[li]Bluesrock Caliber Mayella[/li]
[li]19 months old[/li]
[li]The Rift member[/li]
[li]Brother of Xeryus[/li]
[li]Homosexual; Single[/li]
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Physical Characteristics
[li][CURRENT] Typical snow leopard with aqua blue eyes[/li]
[li]Dark charcoal bengal cat with a cut mane styled like hair, aqua blue eyes[/li]
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Personality Characteristics
Current Notes
[li]Recovering alcoholic[/li]
[li]Recovering from trauma[/li]
[li]Bruised ribs + concussion [feline body][/li]
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Confrontation Notes
