OPEN/FIRST AID LESSON | DOG ON THE RUN

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If he were ever to get promoted, Junior didn't know what he would do. He was still getting to understand all the divisions and stuff, but he thought he was starting to grasp it, and nothing was really calling to him. He didn't care a ton about this new place. He liked most of the people, yeah, but the group as a whole was just... a group. Nothing incredible, or anything, so he didn't really feel much of a need to help it or its people, but he guessed, after that whole initiation thing, it was kind of his job. So, he supposed he might as well learn a little bit of everything. Striding over next - a bit late -, Junior couldn't help a slight roll of his baby blues as Caesar spoke. Damn, this guy was a piece of work. [color=#5B81AE]"Don't you ever stop bitching?" Was he supposed to speak like that to a "superior"? He didn't know, but he didn't really care- this guy's position meant shit to him if he wasn't going to act like an adult.

However, his attention didn't linger on the other tom, instead shifting to Fischer and offering her a vague smile. She seemed okay, and she was trying to get some work done, so he had no problem being kind to her. Apparently, they were gonna get a live lesson-thing, which sounded not-that-lame, so the striped feline took a quick seat near Vandal, tail curling neatly around his front paws as he waited.

"speech"