03-21-2018, 07:18 PM
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[size=11px]❝ GOD DAMN RIGHT, YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME ❞
[size=8pt]what the fuck? what the actually hickey daddily daddle damn hell was he doing? weekly tasks? did he seriously have to tell his crew or whatever mamba member what to do? daphne had stated it was to help increase productivity but personally, pincher didn't believe in that shit. he would much rather threaten them enough to make them do their jobs than having to give suggestions of what to do. what was he, their mommy? he sure as hell was nobody's daddy...kind of sure. the coffee bean brown colored male stormed out of the jungle temple where his twin brother lived, the tips of his mottled fur slightly rising as he stalked through the lush vegetation towards the main beach where everyone usually was found at. at the very center of the beach was a metal...turtle statue. a rather plain looking one with its facial features showing a peaceful expression thought some idiot had decided to put an eyepatch on one of the turtle's eyes and called it tofu the turtle. pincher wanted to get rid of it but his crew clearly seemed to enjoy their damn mascot so it stuck.
leaning back onto his haunches, pincher wiggled before launching into a leap to reach the top of the shell of the iron turtle. his claws scrambled a bit to get a grip onto the rather smooth surface but luckily, the carving of the shell pattern managed to save his ass from looking like an idiot. as he reached the stop, the irritated bengal sighed and glanced around with half-lidded ocean eyes and a resting bitch face. "for whoever the fuck does not have anything to do, drag ya ass here for mommy to tell you what to do." he called out, his explosive voice showing no sign of patience for this. it was his first time doing this and hopefully his last. while pincher waited, the captain folded his muscular form into a slouched position onto tofu, back leg scratching at a bothersome itch behind his nicked ear. hell, his weekly task was to give weekly tasks.
leaning back onto his haunches, pincher wiggled before launching into a leap to reach the top of the shell of the iron turtle. his claws scrambled a bit to get a grip onto the rather smooth surface but luckily, the carving of the shell pattern managed to save his ass from looking like an idiot. as he reached the stop, the irritated bengal sighed and glanced around with half-lidded ocean eyes and a resting bitch face. "for whoever the fuck does not have anything to do, drag ya ass here for mommy to tell you what to do." he called out, his explosive voice showing no sign of patience for this. it was his first time doing this and hopefully his last. while pincher waited, the captain folded his muscular form into a slouched position onto tofu, back leg scratching at a bothersome itch behind his nicked ear. hell, his weekly task was to give weekly tasks.
[size=10pt][b]nautical mile captain ★ deniz "pincher" roux ★ the typhoon
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