FASTER THAN A SPEEDING BULLET | private, marcellus

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The frustration, the defensiveness- it was rather obvious that Junior's initial suspicions had been accurate, but he supposed the guy was embarrassed of it. He didn't blame him, really; reading was a rather common skill - at least, it was back home -, so not being very good at it, or not being able to do it at all was probably a bit bruising to one's ego. Junior could get that, he supposed, but, like, wouldn't he want to learn? The young tabby arched a brow as Marcellus addressed him, trying to force down the smile he felt tugging at the edge of his lips. [color=#5B81AE]"Book?" echoed Junior, stepping closer to peer at the pages over the far larger feline's shoulder, allowing his fur to brush against Marcel as he leaned forward ever so slightly. "And what 'book' may that be?" Truth be told, he didn't recognize it - even back home, his access to comics had been pretty limited -, but he hoped its name may ring a bell.

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