y'all are here for giant tiger dick, we know.
but what y'all AIN'T here for is a giant cannibalistic tiger that's locked in a random basement because he's too dangerous and unhinged to exist in society begging to eat you because you have such a nice personality.
right?
@iiceblade ' Hrmph.
Stupid damn dog. . . '
Macan's eyes visibly roll in displeasure, his colossal form turning over as he crosses his arms in rebellion.
' I don't want your stupid catnip. . .
. . . it's. . . not good for my diet. '
He's going through one of his anger spikes again.
Either shut him up or run for your life, because rest assured that you won't leave with it if you linger.
@iiceblade ' Wh -
No, I don't want any damn catnip! Get that junk away from me! '
Once more, Macan's tone is assertive yet masking.
In reality, the taste of catnip sends him into the state of titular bliss, yet being out of action. . . disturbs him justifiably.
@iiceblade ' Pfft. . .
. . . yeah, go on, get outta here. '
Macan makes an overdramatic shooing gesture with his arms, yet. . .
His tone sounded forced, as if he was merely keeping up appearances.
Truth be told, there is not a single person that would not enjoy Moritaka's presence.
@iiceblade ' Oh, great. . . catnip. . . '
The sarcasm in Macan's tone of voice is nothing short of prominent. An oversized hand moves to rub at his temple, as he lets out a soft groan in response.
' I'm fine. I didn't need a pipsqueak like you helping. . . '
" I'll take any job thrown at me, as long as the pay is good. "
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โฏ สษชsแดxแดแดส | แดแดสแด สแดแดษด
โฏ แด แดแดแดษชสแดแด | สษชแดแดสแดแดแด
โฏ แดแดสแดษชแด แดสsแด าสษชแดษดแด สส
โฏ โก & โป
โฏ แดแดสแด ษชษดาแดสแดแดแดษชแดษด สแดสแดแดก
@iiceblade Macan's head slowly rises after a moment of reprieve, blowing his lomg lime hair out of his eyes with a hefty puff.
' Ugh. . . what was that. . .? '
He doesn't even seem to care for *who* Moritaka is, merely accepting the fact that there's someone for him to talk to.
@iiceblade ' Grrnnn. . . '
More of a groan than a growl, Macan's limp yet towering frame remains relatively still, save for the occasional twitch or shift of his limbs.
For the most part, he seems to have calmed down. Hopefully, for good.
' Mrr -- mmgh. . . '