TAKE A CHANCE ON ME | open, snake class

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10.5pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Let's be honest: Coldblue can scarcely take care of himself, much less a pet. Or a companion, or whatever people like to call them. "No! They're not a pet! They're family!!!" Blech. A pet is a pet. They can't talk, they can't feed themselves, and they are basically a baby forever. It's a pet, and that's all Blue is willing to say on the matter. However, that is not to say that the young male is uninterested in possessing one of his own. Maybe Cleo will share one of her snakes? No, probably not. But a bird sounds cool. A crow, perhaps? Thoughts of acquiring a new avian or serpent companion dominate the youth's mind as he casually wanders over before plopping down next to his relatives.

The only reason why Coldblue is in the vicinity of Cleo's little class is because he likes to hang around Aunt Rosemary when he gets bored. Rose is second only to Goldie, which makes her among his favorite people. A feat which is difficult for most to accomplish. The boy does not trust easily, and it is easily broken.

Aita's question is amusing enough to capture the young bengal's attention. He loves to tease his little sisters, especially Cleo. Maybe because he whole "edgy snake lady" thing she's got going on reminds him of himself and his whole "I hate my dad and my life sucks" thing. "She probably swallows them and keeps them in a secret second stomach or something," he says nonchalantly, though those intense glacial blue eyes shimmer with a mischievous light. He say something like that in a horror movie once. There's nothing as disgusting as watching a bunch of creepy snakes slither from someone's mouth. He still has nightmares about it. In spite of his teasing, Blue seems genuinely interested in whatever Cleo has to say. "Do enlighten me, O Slithery One."