THE YEARS START COMING | open, looking for jerseyboy

JERSEYBOY

Well, this kid certainly had colorful vocabulary. Probably picked it up from her father, or even him, no doubt. Jerseyboy had started learning all of these "terms" when he was young as well, but if he called any of his family members by them?He'd be in for a beating for sure. Melody was just lucky that her parents weren't here, because he wasn't going to deal her any corporal punishment for her prissy mood. Instead, the tuxedo tom scolded, "Ey! Don't go around callin' me that, you hear me?" She could go around calling others that, but him? She wasn't going to get away with it.

She had left Snowbound because she... couldn't deal with strangers? Hell, they were more suited to raise children than he was, that was for sure. She would have had a better chance there, instead of following him around. "That was real stupid of you. Coulda' gotten picked up by a hawk or somethin' out here." Jerseyboy growled, twitching his white-tipped tail and frowning. "Great, now I gotta' find people that can look afta' you here." He muttered. He didn't want to be on constant babysitting duty.

A presence was detected by pointed ears, and he craned his neck to look over his shoulder at the stranger. What was wrong with these people? Couldn't they mind their own business? He huffed, "Whadda' you starin' at?" Jerseyboy knew that this "conversation" with his niece wasn't exactly private, but that didn't give everyone excuse to come over and watch like it was some sort of drama.

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