#brawlligator

@brawlligator said:

❝ My old man says we're supposed to be working out together today? ❞ Honestly Brok... this had all the grace and subtlety of a blind date. He doesn't even know this cat, in Graff's opinion sharing a species with the other wouldn't make socializing with a total stranger any easier, —it'll only make you resent them more for stealing your air.

"I guess so, yeah!"

The other's less than positive attitude did little to deter this feline. He was interested in building at least some kind of muscle, maybe not to look muscular, but to give himself some extra strength for those high intensity dance numbers. Danny was known for being fast, and nimble.

Not particularly strong.

He was totally oblivious to the possibility it could be like a blind date. While he wasn't particularly looking, since things between him and Sawyer hadn't worked out, he couldn't deny a certain appeal to Brok's stepson. All the more reason to be positive, though he'd try to tone himself down to keep from being, as many put it, annoying and overwhelming.

⊕  *  ―  Raph approached the other guy looking a bit hesitant at first. Was this gonna sound really weird? He wasn't sure. But hey. What did he have to loose?

      “  Uh, hi uh sorry if this sounds really random but, uh I was just wondering uh If you wanna FIGHT?   “ Raph added weight to the word as if it was his favourite ( which is was ) , and rocked restlessly on his feet a bit, as if he had a little bit too much energy to spend. He was a strong looking stocky teen about age 15, covered in marks and little scars from other fights he'd been in.

" HALT." The God's voice rings out like the deepest battle drum, setting the bones to tremble. He is unmissable, a mountain of muscle, rage, and curling lines of blood-fire. His eyes promise pain.

   Seeking the services of a private investigator is risky, considering people are looking for him as well, but Jarod has hit a dead end on his own.  Therefore, it’s time to break out the proverbial big guns.  He stomps out his cigarette on the steps and slips through the front door.

   He doesn’t take the time to really look around the entry way before heading back to the office.  He opens his mouth, but the stops when he gets a better look at the investigator.  He stares for several moments, transfixed by the long snout with its protruding teeth.  There is an intelligent expression in the creature’s beady eyes, though, that inspires more curiosity than terror, so Jarod doesn’t reach for his gun.

   Maybe this is some kind of weird joke, but a large part of him hopes it isn’t.