|Signs your MUCK character needs to get laid...
||[Mar. 28th, 2007|06:18 pm]
I came in The Lining today and some fur started giving me hell about the color of my character's fur. (Tommy is yellow like Rei from BOF).
<X just looked at you>
X has to put shades on after looking at that
X says, "You dye ya fur that colour? "
You murr, "Nope, I'm a mutant."
X says, "fer fer fuck's sake, dye it a different colour. Punk died 25 years ago. I know, I dug it's grave."
You murr, "I'm punk? I never really was into punk."
X says, "well ya look like one. Canary yellow fur an' all"
You murr, "I'm more of like... alternative... you know, Nirvana and NIN and that happy horseradish."
X says, "Shit, kid, ya could be a catholic quoirboy fer all I care, but ya gotta sort ya colour out."
( Aww, someone needs a hug! )
You (OOC) say, "Let it go, man."
X shrugs "Ya looked like ya needed a friend, so i was bein' friendly."
Friendly? With friends like this, who needs enemas--err, enemies. I may not be into dyeing fur now, but since I met this guy, I'll make sure to experiment with bright colors that hurt the eyes. Next up, atomic orange!
Furries with too much time on their hands...