- 03 - [Open: Voice]
[Verbal has been doing what he does best in times of crisis: laying low. If he's seen at all, he's either on his way to work or coming back from work. Oddly, he seems to have taken more interest in his lawn, paying the Smith boy to take care of it every so often and making sure the lawnmower has plenty of gasoline. Most days the only sign of his presence is the locked garage and the extra cans of Mayfield's Orange Juice Concentrate ("100% Concentrated Sunshine!") in the fridge.
Today, Verbal decided to come out again and make sure everything has finally blown over.
Five seconds after making said decision, Verbal is making a very panicky phone call to the town at large.]
JESUS CHRIST THERE'S A FUCKING PANTHER ON MY FUCKING COUCH!
((OOC Note: Said panther is actually no_mans_kitty who joined the household while Verbal was sulking indisposed.))
Today, Verbal decided to come out again and make sure everything has finally blown over.
Five seconds after making said decision, Verbal is making a very panicky phone call to the town at large.]
JESUS CHRIST THERE'S A FUCKING PANTHER ON MY FUCKING COUCH!
((OOC Note: Said panther is actually no_mans_kitty who joined the household while Verbal was sulking indisposed.))