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[html] Dude. Giggle is adorable XD -Clings to him.- >>
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 Urm, well, sorta Oi guess! she said, deliberating how much detail was necessary. In all honesty, her and Gabriel were probably distant enough relatives that they could (hypothetically) breed and produce not-so-fucked-up children. Him 'n me father 're distant cousins of some sort. Oi suppose that makes him some kind of.. uncle? she wondered aloud, her uncertainty clear. She could barely keep track of how Anselm and Gabriel were related--in reality they shared a common great-grandfather. With a limited understanding of how genetics actually worked, it was easy for her to assume that each successive generation shared half the genes of the last. Then, their grandparents had half the same genes. Their parents had a quarter. Then Gabriel and Anselm shared only 12.5%. It was all pretty fuzzy, though, and it made her confused thinking about it. As such, she simply stopped and moved on to better things.
It seemed that the stranger was gradually opening up--Maserati was still working on the assumption that she'd simply caught him off guard. Maybe he was just a little shy, even! Surprisingly little thought had been put into her markings, at any rate--they were predominantly natural. It was just the case that naturally, they'd be a deep reddish-brown that would hardly be visible against her black coat (save maybe in bright sunshine). She'd just highlighted and accentuated what was already there, given she did take a couple creative liberties when it came to the loop on her side especially. The smile broadened as he introduced himself; what a delightful name! It seemed so light-hearted and carefree. Aww, well thanks! Oi've only ever seen a handful of folks that kept their fur dyed or tattooed. Boomer took the icing on the cake; he practically lived through his tattoos. She'd always kind of liked that about him.
'n sure! Oi quite enjoy the contrast; it adds a lot of flare 'n helps draw out the colour of your eyes. As he'd grown more comfortable, she'd decided it was ok to get close enough to talk comfortably. Charger was peering up at the coyote from between her legs and she felt him brush up against one of her shins lightly. Oh roight.. this 's Charger, she said, picking him up as one might a cat and placing him on her shoulder. In the confusion, she'd nearly forgotten to introduce him; the raccoon seemed to enjoy when strangers knew his name, as they seemed much less likely to try to eat him.  |
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