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[grandesoeur]

"Cougar?" In what way am I like a wild cat? Unless it is a reference to my natural grace...? I can be rather cat-like when I must.

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[brutalbabe]

More like "catty!"

[grandesoeur]

[s m i r k]

Non. I still do not know what you mean. America's slang is so silly.

[brutalbabe]

[She knows you know, France.]

Heheheh! Are those claws I see already? Yer mun just used the wrong word, mine's more accurate.

[Cat fight cat fight.]

[grandesoeur]

Oh, Prusse. If my claws were to be out, you would definitely see them; as my mun has seen them.

[brutalbabe]

Then bring 'em out already! It's been so boring around here!

[grandesoeur]

You are so easily excitable, Prusse...

[She raises an eyebrow as she examines her perfect manicure.]

But I would not want to break a nail.

[brutalbabe]

[Not amused in the slightest.]

Yer as boring as ever, huh?

[likesfreckles]

You don't look anything like a cat to me.

[Ivy is an expert, seeing as... she is one.]

[grandesoeur]

Yes.. this is my point. My mun and her friend insist that I am a wildcat, however.

[France is mostly just amused by the whole thing.]

[likesfreckles]

Well, I'll be happy to speak on your behalf and declare you "not a cat in the least".

Unless you're a horribly deformed, diseased, and "on the ugly end of the spectrum" cat. But I'll just go ahead and assume you're one of those "hyuu-mahns".

[grandesoeur]

....Excuse me? I am a human, but there is nothing at all ugly about what you are seeing.

[A sweeping gesture to indicate herself.]

You on the other hand... [Raises an eyebrow.] Are you a cat...person?

[likesfreckles]

If you say so. All "hyuu-mahns" look mighty funny to me.

[Is Ivy a cat person? Well, she might as well ask if fish swim.]

Unless you're ossified enough to be seeing things, I'd have to say, "Yes."

[grandesoeur]

My people are not funny looking. [The English on the other hand.....]

I see ears and fur and whiskers, so unless you are one of those "furry" people, I'd have to say "no," I am not just seeing things.

[likesfreckles]

All "hyuu-mahn" people are funny looking, yours or not.

[With their ears in the wrong place and their hands and feet grotesquely elongated like they were strapped into some medieval torture device and their noses all misshaped and their tails lopped off and their skin so malnourished it can't grow fur.]

..."Furry" people? All cats are furry. I'm starting to worry about your brain on top of your "hyuu-mahn" looks.

[grandesoeur]

Some are funnier-looking than others. But from where I am standing, you are the strange one. Cats do not talk where I come from.

[Again, the English are the exception. At least, she thinks, maybe. England talks to the air, sometimes, and keeps a lot of cats. Who's to say Alice doesn't hallucinate things like this.]

Furries. Those people who dress up like animals. Their convention is coming close to my mun's home, in the summer.

[likesfreckles]

That's a shame. We have a lot to say, you know.

For instance, I'm not dolled up to look like a cat; I'm a hundred percent the genuine article, the Real McCoy.

[In fact, she's a tad insulted that her own species is being doubted.]

And for the record, "hyuu-mans" should stick to looking like themselves; that fellow in the picture doesn't even look anything like a cat. Or any other animal for that matter.

[Then again, in Ivy's world, it's just cats who are bipedal; the other animals are indistinguishable from those of the human world.]

[fuckinawesome]

What the fuck?! I'm not a kid!

[grandesoeur]

Oh cheri... [She pats his cheek.]

Is that what this is about? Do you feel intimidated by my history?

[fuckinawesome]

Uhhh, I don't think your history is anything to be intimidated by. [BITCH]

[grandesoeur]

[Her lips press together to form a straight line as she glares.]

You have not even been around for half of it, what do you know?

[fuckinawesome]

What do I know? That's not what you were saying yesterday, sweetie.

[grandesoeur]

What I was saying around your cock, you mean?

Please, come out and say everything, darling.

why did I ever move away omg

[fuckinawesome]

Well.. yeah.

[omg fuck off, he didn't actually think you were going to call him out on that.]

[lefteria]

And only then? I thought you aspired to it, Gallía.

[Is Greece referring to the grace, or younger lovers...]

[grandesoeur]

It depends. All cat euphemisms are not equal, I have come to see.

[lefteria]

[She shrugs.] Having a reputation for landing on your feet is still flattering. [Which has little to do with anything, but if they extend the cat metaphor...]

Would you rather be the mouse?

[heroiccia]

Haha! Your mun hit the nail on the head about that cougar thing! [He finds anyone calling France, male or female, a cougar as hilarious.]

[grandesoeur]

Maybe she is right, then, Amerique.

[She resents your amusement, Alfred. Therefore, she will attempt to curl her hand around your ear and tickle your hair. Because AGE IS NOTHING BUT A NUMBER, CHILD]

[heroiccia]

Of course she's right. At least you're not in denial!

[A number that she is probably sensitive about~! But woah there, what are you doing to his hair?]

H-hey! What are ya doin'.

[bailadoraenroja]

Well, Francia is rather graceful...

have a barricade boy!

[the_centre]

Or perhaps to your beauty, madame. It pains me to see such lovely women reduce to many unflattering terms, particularly when I have always adored cats.

[herocomplex]

Hahahahahaa--
Yeah, you're pretty old, alright!

_{[ That's all he got out got this post. ]}