#♟ queue

[exilemayor]

@empxrxr

— [ ♟ ] — Hunger is an especially common feel. Without even trying, the exile finds food to be most desirous. Even when belly is stuffed, he clings to food products, though admittedly there is another reasoning for that besides mere hunger. Can Town, of course, is his other main concern, but honestly, he has nothing at all against eating the contents of his citizens.

A can opener is barely fastened into his current prize, when the sounds of an unfamiliar stomach growling catches his attention. Pale optics shift from one location to the next, before noticing a humanoid figure standing in a nearby alleyway. There is absolutely no hesitation as the vagabond holds up his unopened can in encouragement.

[exilemayor]

@plegixn

— [ ♟ ] — She is beautiful. His opinions on the appearances of humans is odd to say the least, yet there is an assurance that he is within the presence of someone quite fair. Perhaps, it is merely her impeccable appearance -- all dressed up as if there is some place to be -- talking, or maybe he is just unwavering in his politeness.

He looks up at her, and though she seems cold, still pulls his lips upwards in a warm greeting. Blunt claws wave to further towards getting her attention. He could greet anyone and everyone, and in many ways he does, but for the moment she is the sole recipient of his attention. She certainly looks like she could use the attention, anyway.

[exilemayor]

@kindergartenstar

— [ ♟ ] — He has heard talk of a ball and doesn't quite understand why. There is nothing particularly exciting to him about sports, and he cannot understand why other people would feel the same. The words ‘night under the stars’ enter his hearing range, further confusing him. He likes stars; they remind him of little fireflies stuck up in the sky. But what do stars have to do with sports?

And speaking of stars…

While he's too busy spacing out, a familiar set of legs ( attached to a familiar body, of course ) crosses his path. Jolting upright, the little mayor chases after who could only be considered a friend. He doesn't blame her for not noticing -- for he is rather small -- and completely believes her to still consider him friend. And before he even thinks of whatever consequences may arise, he clings to one of her legs.