06-08-2018, 06:25 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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The slender tom's tail waved slightly behind him as Vanessa arrived, honey hues fixed on her face and head tilted a bit to the side to listen as she spoke. "Good to meet you, too, Miss Vanessa!" he'd greet warmly once she was finished talking, his smile broadening. "Do you want me to, uh, help you with them? I can do anything you want," he offered, absently picking up a tube of pink in one paw. Shortly after the unfamiliar femme arrived, another Typhoon member came over, and Pierce's attention quickly shifted over to him. He didn't seem super friendly, but Pierce decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was just having a bad day. He could relate to that.
"That's a nice name!" the young man complimented brightly, before continuing to answer, "Uh, yeah, it's really nice here- and you guys all seem really cool, too." This place and its people were different from what he was used to, for sure, but that was okay. Different was okay- that was kind of the point of this face painting thing, anyway, wasn't it? "You want some Skittles?" Pierce offered the dish to Caesar, not sure if he was into sugary foods or not.
Next to arrive was a little girl, one that reminded him of his own, back... wherever she was. He missed her desperately, and the occasional moments of panic when the possibilities of what might have had happened - or currently be happening - to her still came, but he figured now wasn't the best time to dwell on it. As long as she was with her Uncle Rid, everything would be okay. Eventually. "Sure, love! What's your name?" he questioned, grabbing his stained palette as he began squeezing a few assorted colors on it. "What do you want?" Another small child showed up, and Pierce felt his smile grow wider at the sight of them. How many kids were there here? Knowing him, half of them would become little "Parkers" by the end of the week.
"Of course, sweetie. It's nice to meet you, too." He pushed the bowl of Skittles toward the two kids as he spoke, dipping his paintbrush into a bit of crimson. "What do you want, Cronas?" the dappled feline inquired, blinking slowly down at the little cat. Following Cronas was a slightly older kitten, another unfamiliar one, though a welcome presence nonetheless.
"Hey, Goldie- help yourself to the candy! It's very nice to meet you, too. Do you want anything specific or should I just go for it?" He was willing to do anything from a little design to full-face- whatever all these fun, interesting new people were into.
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"That's a nice name!" the young man complimented brightly, before continuing to answer, "Uh, yeah, it's really nice here- and you guys all seem really cool, too." This place and its people were different from what he was used to, for sure, but that was okay. Different was okay- that was kind of the point of this face painting thing, anyway, wasn't it? "You want some Skittles?" Pierce offered the dish to Caesar, not sure if he was into sugary foods or not.
Next to arrive was a little girl, one that reminded him of his own, back... wherever she was. He missed her desperately, and the occasional moments of panic when the possibilities of what might have had happened - or currently be happening - to her still came, but he figured now wasn't the best time to dwell on it. As long as she was with her Uncle Rid, everything would be okay. Eventually. "Sure, love! What's your name?" he questioned, grabbing his stained palette as he began squeezing a few assorted colors on it. "What do you want?" Another small child showed up, and Pierce felt his smile grow wider at the sight of them. How many kids were there here? Knowing him, half of them would become little "Parkers" by the end of the week.
"Of course, sweetie. It's nice to meet you, too." He pushed the bowl of Skittles toward the two kids as he spoke, dipping his paintbrush into a bit of crimson. "What do you want, Cronas?" the dappled feline inquired, blinking slowly down at the little cat. Following Cronas was a slightly older kitten, another unfamiliar one, though a welcome presence nonetheless.
"Hey, Goldie- help yourself to the candy! It's very nice to meet you, too. Do you want anything specific or should I just go for it?" He was willing to do anything from a little design to full-face- whatever all these fun, interesting new people were into.
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