ACID RAIN — joining

[align=center][div style="width:500px; maxheight:; text-align: justify; font-size:9.5pt"]Boy was a bit of a chameleon himself, though nothing so extreme as swinging on a pendulum; most of his adaptability involved the degree of his friendliness, how he approached people, and what buttons to push. The latter wasn't especially common, but he'd always found himself tempted with some, especially those who always seemed distant or detached. It'd gotten him in hot water a few times in the circus, when a few hadn't taken very well to smartass remarks, though he'd like to say it ended well. Somewhat. Everyone in that encounter left alive, at least, and that was part of the reason he didn't go after weak points very often. As aforementioned, the other half was just that finding the stoics was a bit difficult as a performer surrounded by other entertainers; it wasn't like he'd gotten many chances to talk to the audience.

But that life wasn't with him anymore, and here, in Sunhaven, he wasn't quite certain what to do with himself. It wasn't a comfortable state of being, so when he found an opportunity that could return him to a little bit of familiarity, he didn't hesitate to pounce. Thankfully not literally- he didn't think the serval would appreciate having a lion squish him, but he might appreciate Boy's poking even less. Only one way to find out.

[color=#2f87af]"Make yourself comfortable, Sam. How do you like the view here? Something else, isn't it?" The dark feline grinned lazily. [color=#2f87af]"I'm B. Maybe Sunhaven can put a little skip in your step."