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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 5:51 pm
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Revel1984 Fraust was lounging around, making the most of the 'easy' life among the pirates, sure he was lazy and preferred not to work but staying while others went out meant he also had more time with the ladies, today, mostly sober, he decided to check out the main area where the brewers stuck to but most just gave him dirty looks, Fraust didn't have much in way of exchange at the moment to pay for grog, so he turned away, grumbling to his jar, the jar of dirt he either carried around with him, or hid, his jar, and his precious rock, hardly ever left his sight and were precious to him. In fact he was busy grumbling about the lack of Grog when he literally walked into another lion, a female, taking some youngsters out to stretch their legs "Oh Sorry ma'am" he said, only slightly wobbly on his feet it might not have been obvious that he was talking to his rock at first.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 5:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:01 pm
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Revel1984 Fraust almsot blushed like a scolded cub but he shook his head, to clear it of the fuzziness from the heavy drinking the night before, which was a bad idea, it made him more dizzy and he promtly flopped his wide butt down onto the warm grass, unconciously nudging his jar out of sight, it was such an automatic reaction he didn't even know he was doing it anymore. "Ma'am, i humbly request ya accept ma apologies, i don' like being fuzzy headed around the young 'uns" he said, actually genuine, sure he liked the cosy side of life, but he was also a little ashamed of his drinking, his tendancy to talk to his rock or his jar more pronnounced when he'd been 'in his cups' so to speak, he was especially embarassed with himself for acting the fool in front of the cubs so he usually stayed away.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:13 pm
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Revel1984 Fraust blinked much of the fogginess away while waiting for her to reply, however he was developing a headache, one of the reasons he often found more grog to drink before it hit him, when he was drunk he didn't much care about headaches. He smiled when she accepted his apology, it was a nice smile, a genuine one, not like the leers the lioness was probably used to. At her question he got embarassed and couldn't meet her gaze, most of the time he didn't get ashamed about his .. quirk .... but when confronted with a pretty lioness, asking why you weren't making yourself useful like most of the other males, well it shamed him "Well ma'am, truth is, they don't think i'm right in the head" He plaued with the rock attached around his neck with a bit of thin rope, along with his shiny medallion of some sort, that was one thing, no matter HOW drunk he got, he would never trade for more.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:26 pm
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Revel1984 Fraust tried hard not to look ashamed of himself, one part of his mind, sober, realised just how ridiculous it sounded to other lions, especially to females who were afraid that cubs would 'catch his crazy' ... which is why he spent much of his time drunk, it dulled the heartache of being different, it had never bothered him when alone but around others it did sometimes. "y...yes, it's been with me since i was a cub" he said, it was hard to explain ... if he lost his rock he would get into a panic, it was a part of him, he couldn't rest until he found it, it was handy now he had his jar and had bored a hole in it to put the rope through it, if it wasn't around his neck, hidden in his mane, it was hidden in his jar of dirt, which he put his paw on, perhaps to comfort himself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:33 pm
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Revel1984 Fraust's heart sank at her words, even though she wasn't mean about it, in some ways it was almost worse, perhaps she felt sorry for him. "Which ones are yours?" he said, trying to ignore the niggling urge to talk to the rock, but it was hard, "the cubs i mean" he elaborated, trying to steer talk away from his quirk and into safer territories, he couldn't help assuming that some of the cubs were her own, most females preferred to be out hunting or pirating with the males, it was usually the nursing females or possibly those that couldn't have cubs of their own, that stayed with the cubs as a babysitter. At least that's what he always assumed, There were other females still 'home' but those kind of lionesses weren't the kind to cub-sit.
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