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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 10:06 pm
In a flash of yellow, the cheetah runs up to the entrance, a wide grin on his face. "Hey Rocky!" he shouts as he approaches, arm snapping out to grab the cigarette from the raccoon's mouth and throwing it to the ground. "How's it going, man?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 10:12 pm
Calmly, slowly, Ixion began to retrieve a new cigarette from his pack and slip it into his mouth. "Well, speak of the anti-cancer devil. Heya, sweetie~"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:42 pm
"How will i make any friends if i dont understand their ways?" she growled and ate her sandwhich. she wanted friends be couldnt understand them. she spoke almost fluient wolf. the other languages confused her. she just sighed and poked her plate.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 11:40 pm
Rocky smiled back and chuckled
"Well, well! If it isn't everyone's favorite speed demon!"
He extended his un-cigged paw for a friendly pawshake.
"Been too long, Tab! What's good?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 2:04 am
"Oh, you know, the usual..." the cheetah smiles back, shaking the wolf's paw with one hand as the other creeps towards his mate's deathstick. "Getting by, living..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 2:31 am
The bell to the cafe jingled as a newcomer padded in. The only thing he wore was a pair of black pants, a black headband, and silver rimmed glasses. His body was white while his front (chest to crotch (though you can't see that far) was gray, a black ring of fur grew around each elbow, knee, and his single tail, though not all the marking were not visible because of his pants, he had a scar across his right eye, and had a head of black hair with white streaks. On his back, he carried a black guitar case, the well muscled but slim figure of the Tibetan Wolf walked in.
He wore an aura of cool, quiet, but serious confidence. Daisuke sat at a table nearby the window, there were several others in the cafe, but he paid no attention to them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:24 pm
With a chuckle, Rocky ashed out his "deathstick" and lead the group back into the cafe.
He then noticed a couple of new patrons taking seats and speaking foreign tongues.
He first approached the young wolf that was eating a sandwich and said,
"Well, if you carry this around, maybe it will help."
He handed her a small ocarina.
"If you talk with that in your paws, it'll automatically translate what you say to the listener's tongue. Have fun, and call if you need me."
He then padded over to the newer patron; the wolf that apparently had no shirt on.
He still wore his maroon apron and had his long, flowing white hair held back in a ponytail.
"Hello there! Welcome to the HighTail Cafe.~ Would you like a cup of coffee?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:23 pm
Nurren casually walked into the café, a plain expression on his face, clad in a new haircut and his typical, dark attire. He had been meaning to pay the place a visit, as it had been awhile since he'd seen some familiar, friendly faces. Searching for, what he would deem, a good booth to sit in, his eyes met with a familiar figure. He paused, offering a slight grin to Rocky, choosing the booth adjacent him to sit at. A silent gulp came from him, he was a bit nervous as to how he would be received. Resolving to stay silent, aside from rolling taps from his fingers on the table, he waited until the wolf was ready to serve him, looking out the window.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 3:23 pm
Rocky's ears perked as he heard the soft sound of someone taking a seat. He turned and looked, spying the yellow tabby take a seat and returned a smile.
"Well hey there, Nurren! What're you having?"
He asked, not too loudly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 4:00 pm
Smiles, his ears perking up at the wolf acknowledging him, readjusting how he was sitting. "Hey Rocky! Could I get a hot cocoa possibly with a few marshmallows?" he asked from the welcoming wolf, his tail perking up happily. He rests his chin on his palms, bouncing his leg a bit idly, a spring in his mood as he waits for his order.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 4:14 pm
Ix half-heartedly swatted at the cheetah's approaching paw, taking a drag from the corner of his slyly pursed lips. "Won't be 'getting by, living' much longer if you take another grab for it, doll~" He chuckled softly as he exhaled a foggy cloud of smoke which billowed off with the strong wind. "Shall we?" The coon uttered softly to Tab, nudging him in the side with his elbow before turning and reentering the cafe.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 4:32 pm
The cheetah mock-whimpers at the swat, cringing away. Then a smile returns to his face as he takes the raccoon's paw. "We shall~" he replies, entering the room and glancing around to see what's changed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 4:54 pm
As the stepped through the entrance paw-in-paw, the ringtail nonchalantly flicked the butt of the cig over his shoulder, the dimly glowing ember of the "deathstick" striking the ground just as the door closed behind them. "Wanna torture Rocky by ordering a bunch of things?" He grinned over at his cheetah, fluffy coontail twisting mischievously behind him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:16 pm
Tab's feline tail sways as well as he led them over to a table, sitting down and rubbing his own stomach. "Ooh, I am feeling a bit peckish..." he flashed a toothy grin. "Start with the drinks?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:41 pm
Ix slipped into the booth seat with Tab, wrapping an arm around the spotted feline. "Sounds good to me. Ohhh, Rockyyy!~" He called out to the wolf in a mock sing-songy voice, an ill-omen of the torture to come. "We need a waaaaiter!~" He giggled and started wrapping his fingers on the table impatiently.
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