04-15-2021, 12:50 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]The night air was crisp and peaceful as the live band played some distance away. Whilst the party was slowly dying down as Badlanders began to resign for the night, Teddy would continue to celebrate his birthday until the sun came up. After all, what better than to bask on a lounger beneath the warm glow of the sun whilst he napped in the daytime? But, whilst the party was still alive, Teddy had simmered down with a comfortable ease, sat on a step looking out across the beach as he quietly fidgeted with the empty cocktail glass that he held against his lap.
Messy butterscotch hair and a tired smile on his lips, Teddy nodded thoughtfully to himself as he then glanced over towards Salem to continue the story they were so invested in. ❝ Ya should’a seen Maia when I got back yesterday. Purring and kneading and so happy t’see me. People always underestimate cats, I feel. See ‘em as these emotionless, snaky lil things that don’t care about their people; that’s simply not true. ❞
He released a huff of mildly intoxicated laughter, finally lowering the glass behind him on the ground before he nonchalantly wrapped his arms closer together as if to shelter himself from the cool breeze against the cabana shirt and linen trousers that provided little warmth. ❝ She reminds me of my first ever cat sometimes. His name was Auguste, this… scruffy tabby cat with the most grating meows I think I’d ever heard. ❞ A soft closed lip smile curled at his features, staring fondly out at the sea waves rolling back and forth. Soon, the turned his head to look towards Salem, brows raising as he scrunched his nose up, ❝ Sometimes a man’s best friend can be a cat. We say fuck it to all the dogs out there. That Auguste was my best friend. One of my only friends growing up, actually. ❞
Swallowing hard, he looked back out towards the sea, too drunk to know when to keep his mouth shut, when to stop opening up to people who likely didn’t care about him. After all, entrepreneurs never had feelings, right? Just power-hungry, materialistic fiends that would always take and never give because they were privileged in doing so, right? ❝ The only damn friend I had to help me through each day when my mama died… it was bad. ❞ He grimaced somewhat, as if the memory still agonised him even to this day.
❝ There was this rundown quarter I lived in back in New Orleans. They called it Back O’ Town, the best damn music and food you’ll ever experience, but also dangerous. Everyone’s there just tryna make ends meet — ya know — but it ain’t that easy since the blackout so people just push and push and push because that's the only way they gonna live out there. My mama, she went to the store one day, she. A few days later, I found my ma’s body in a ditch, what? Five hundred yards away from the back of my house? ❞
He huffed a short breath, quickly carding a hand through his hair to remain his composure before he chuckled lifelessly, ❝ Rough place to live in, but at least I had Auguste by my side right until he died. So Maia? It’s almost as if she’s livin’ Auguste’s legacy. Bein’ a good friend and companion ‘til the end of her days. I can get through anything if I got my friend by my side. ❞ Lips curled down, Teddy then offering a half-hearted hand gesture out to nowhere in particular. ❝ Some people just see her as a cat. I see her as much more than dat. ❞
Messy butterscotch hair and a tired smile on his lips, Teddy nodded thoughtfully to himself as he then glanced over towards Salem to continue the story they were so invested in. ❝ Ya should’a seen Maia when I got back yesterday. Purring and kneading and so happy t’see me. People always underestimate cats, I feel. See ‘em as these emotionless, snaky lil things that don’t care about their people; that’s simply not true. ❞
He released a huff of mildly intoxicated laughter, finally lowering the glass behind him on the ground before he nonchalantly wrapped his arms closer together as if to shelter himself from the cool breeze against the cabana shirt and linen trousers that provided little warmth. ❝ She reminds me of my first ever cat sometimes. His name was Auguste, this… scruffy tabby cat with the most grating meows I think I’d ever heard. ❞ A soft closed lip smile curled at his features, staring fondly out at the sea waves rolling back and forth. Soon, the turned his head to look towards Salem, brows raising as he scrunched his nose up, ❝ Sometimes a man’s best friend can be a cat. We say fuck it to all the dogs out there. That Auguste was my best friend. One of my only friends growing up, actually. ❞
Swallowing hard, he looked back out towards the sea, too drunk to know when to keep his mouth shut, when to stop opening up to people who likely didn’t care about him. After all, entrepreneurs never had feelings, right? Just power-hungry, materialistic fiends that would always take and never give because they were privileged in doing so, right? ❝ The only damn friend I had to help me through each day when my mama died… it was bad. ❞ He grimaced somewhat, as if the memory still agonised him even to this day.
❝ There was this rundown quarter I lived in back in New Orleans. They called it Back O’ Town, the best damn music and food you’ll ever experience, but also dangerous. Everyone’s there just tryna make ends meet — ya know — but it ain’t that easy since the blackout so people just push and push and push because that's the only way they gonna live out there. My mama, she went to the store one day, she. A few days later, I found my ma’s body in a ditch, what? Five hundred yards away from the back of my house? ❞
He huffed a short breath, quickly carding a hand through his hair to remain his composure before he chuckled lifelessly, ❝ Rough place to live in, but at least I had Auguste by my side right until he died. So Maia? It’s almost as if she’s livin’ Auguste’s legacy. Bein’ a good friend and companion ‘til the end of her days. I can get through anything if I got my friend by my side. ❞ Lips curled down, Teddy then offering a half-hearted hand gesture out to nowhere in particular. ❝ Some people just see her as a cat. I see her as much more than dat. ❞
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