Lacy's Prison[Open]

[lone]

Ah, she had a point. Barracuda knew he'd met old, scarred loners who'd taken on predators like that before. Some told stories of losing friends to the same predators; others had victories to tell. Usually, Barracuda would listen, if only to gather information that would later benefit him. The next cat to approach annoyed him more than anything else. She was pretty enough, he supposed... close enough to his standards that he was willing to attempt flirting with both cats at once. Then again, Barracuda was pretty flexible when it came to a specific type. It was basically any she-cat who expressed interest (or, more typically, pretended not to be interested) and ended up with him. For a short time, of course.

"I'm impressed that you could believe I'm a 'tough guy.'" He mewed, speaking to no one in particular; either one could've responded to his comment.

"But, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint both of you lovely young she-cats. See, I'm a gentleman at heart. Simply trying to survive in a bitter, sad, loner's world." If nothing else, Barracuda was an actor. To play a part, you had to believe it. To get a she-cat to believe that you were good, you had to play a part. He did nothing if it wouldn't benefit him. As of now, he was bored. This was providing him entertainment; thus, benefiting him. In the short run, anyways.

@Skeleton Bliss Girl @Alolan-Kenshiro

[Alolan-Kenshiro]

@Skeleton Bliss Girl @Lonestar23
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Lovely? Had he just called her Lovely?

Mavasta had to supress a chuckle, it'd been a while since someone had complimented her.
Even if she could catch onto his little game, it was refreshing to hear such sugary words directed her way.
His statement about survival was one she'd heard before, a phrase she was sure came from her own mouth once,

"Admirable words..." She hummed, tail curling around her paws, "How long have you been out then - Gentleman?"

He didn't look terribly old, and seemed quite young and handsome. Obviously he wasn't someone's spoiled pet or a plump clan cat. His stature held that distinct posture of a Rouge, a Loner, a cat who lived on the fringes.

"I'm sure she'd benefit from both of our wisdom,"

[DeadScar]

Originally Posted by Alolan-Kenshiro

@Skeleton Bliss Girl @Lonestar23
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Lovely? Had he just called her Lovely?

Mavasta had to supress a chuckle, it'd been a while since someone had complimented her.
Even if she could catch onto his little game, it was refreshing to hear such sugary words directed her way.
His statement about survival was one she'd heard before, a phrase she was sure came from her own mouth once,

"Admirable words..." She hummed, tail curling around her paws, "How long have you been out then - Gentleman?"

He didn't look terribly old, and seemed quite young and handsome. Obviously he wasn't someone's spoiled pet or a plump clan cat. His stature held that distinct posture of a Rouge, a Loner, a cat who lived on the fringes.

"I'm sure she'd benefit from both of our wisdom,"

Zip was sitting on a tree branch nearby laughing quietly at the interesting conversation below him. His blue-grey pelt easily visible in the tree. He almost joined the conversation but the word Gentleman caught his attention to keep quiet.