Felicity was in a foul mood. She had gotten jumped because of a bad card reading. Now covered in wounds and bruises with chomps handing her bandage rolls in his jaws. This day was already shitty how worse could it possibly get? (Mixedbagofocs)
Tiny couldn't help but end up on this dreadful place called the Isle and sighs. What a waste of space in this world in his opinion but what does he know? He's not really from here anyways. Upon seeing a girl and her pet, the Cheshire made his way over in his white cat form. Appearing beside her on a box, the small feline began to groom himself before speaking. "It seems that someone got into some trouble," he mused as blue eyes rest on the girl.
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When Chomps didn't immediately snap at him, Tiny went to pet the small alligator's head and gently scratched at his chin. "It's fine little Chomps. I mean no harm in Felicity," he reassures while listening to the aforementioned girl. Voodoo is an odd thing in Tiny's opinion but he says nothing while pulling away with a small laugh at the younger's look of shock.
"It's called a 'boop'. Just lightly tapping someone's nose," he informed and chuckles, "Also, it just happens. Not many people here seem to want to be friendly anyways. Even if they tried, they'd probably find you to be a pain in the rear."
Chomps appreciated the scratches make little chirping noises as he was pet. He was still wary but it looks like he trusts tiny a bit more than before.
Meanwhile Felicity was a bit flustered. But it was hard to tell exactly how she was feeling. “Granted the gentlest touch I get from strangers is a back hand. So you can’t blame me for being surprised. I know that I don’t trust the people around here as far as I can throw them. Still it would be nice to have someone else to talk to.”
















