[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Often Circusclown found himself trying to soothe himself when his fear of closed spaces and being unable to move was just too torturous to stay in his cabin. It fucking sucked - somebody like him, notorious for being a murderer was a little afraid of four walls and a roof. But whatever - at least he had food. Though there was something very important missing, and that was his knife. Should he get it? Probably. Was he going to take the effort to reach through his window to get it? Absolutely not. "Hey, I'm boooored." He'd complain aloud, and noting a few pairs of eyes landing on him he'd lift his head. "Anyone up for a spar?" He asked aloud. People probably always thought he was a buffoon when he shouted for someone to do something with him, but they weren't exactly wrong.
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Miles stared at the flower in front of him. The petals had caught his attention and held it for the past few minutes. The sound of Circus forced him to pull away his gaze. Perhaps who it was didn't click with him at that point but before he had much control over his body he was already heading forward to volunteer. "You rang?" His voice was dull and lacking the usual edge it carried. The canine cleared his throat and tilted his head at the feline. "I'm down." That was better sounding.
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Miles huh? Refraining from giving a dark grin, he'd hesitate to reply for a few moments. "Alright. Any rules you want or somethin?" He'd respond calmly, shoulders rolling as he prepared to defend. Miles was obviously bigger then him, but when had that ever stopped Circusclown? In a way, it was an advantage. Miles was bigger, but his flesh was just as sensitive to claws and Circ could jump all over him. Obviously, if Miles got one bite into his neck he'd be done for but he was good at keeping things like that from happening.
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