A cheerful cat (open RP)

[Mayfield]

"Why?" the cat asked curiously.

[Wolf Stride]

"Well....you've gotten the grand tour of town yet, mate?"

[Silvador]

"It's not important," Silvador said.

[Mayfield]

"Not yet man." the cat said to the black panther before turning to the other "Oh come on now. A question is always important." he said.

[Wolf Stride]

Grimm only crossed his arms and smiled, silently.

[Silvador]

"If you insist," Silvador said. "I thought that you would be useful to me. You seem to be charismatic, qualities that are always good in a salesman."

[Mayfield]

"Well, I need a job. So I'll be as helpful as I can." the cat said to the panther.

[Wolf Stride]

"That's good for ya! First day here, first day you got your hands on a job!"

[Silvador]

"Well then," Silvador said, pleased. "I'd like to hire you."

[Mayfield]

"Sweet! What do I gotta do?" the cat said giving a little arm pump.

[Silvador]

"Sell erotic sculptures," Silvador said proudly.

[Mayfield]

"Perfect. It'll be much easier than my previous job." the cat said clapping his hands together, enjoyed that he got a job.

[Wolf Stride]

"Sell, what now?"

Grimm raised an eyebrow at this fellow panther, curious to know more of this.

[Silvador]

"I sell small sculptures of erotic nature," Silvador said, turning to face the other panther.

[Wolf Stride]

Grimm ws left speechless, or rather, didn't have anything else to ask concerning his line of work.

"Hmm.......How big and how small?"

[Mayfield]

"And now so do I." the cat said with a cheeky smile.

[Silvador]

Silvador held up his hands to show the average size of his sculptures. About 5 inches tall.

[Wolf Stride]

Grimm tilted his head a little, picturing a mental images of statues of that kind at such a size.

"Hmm......might buy a few for someone, sometime then."

[Silvador]

"If you can afford them," Silvador said with a sly smile. "They aren't very cheap. Which isn't much of a problem for me in this town as there aren't exactly a shortage of people who can afford to buy pricey items."

[Wolf Stride]

Grimm rose an eyebrow at his fellow panther and dug within his jacket, making sure to keep it hidden from view. More rustling of metal could be heard as pulled out a rather fattened bag, filled to the brim with florins.

"The question of affording it, isn't the problem. The question if quality is."

[Mayfield]

The cat continued looking at the passer bys. Idly waving and smiling at the women that walked by and getting similar reactions.

[Silvador]

"Well, why don't you stop in tonight when the store is open and see what you like," Silvador said. "I open for a couple of hours in the ealry evening. Located just across from the Inn."

[Wolf Stride]

"I see. I might drop around, if I don't get too busy."

[Silvador]

(think I'ma turn in. This run of madness RPing has been insane... bloody 4 RPs at once.)

[Wolf Stride]

(( Oh well, mate..... ))

[Mayfield]

"And maybe I can sell you somethin'." the cat said with a laugh before thinking for a second "Now that I think of it, what are your guy's names, cause I don't think I caught 'em." the cat said to the two.

(see ya Silv)

[Silvador]

"Silvador," the first panther replied. "Yours?"

[Wolf Stride]

"Grimm, mate!"

Grimm said, stretching his hand foward.

[Mayfield]

The cat shook Grimm's "Micheal DeLano. But friends call me Mickey." he said.

(Just for pronunceation purposes "De-La-no." rolls off the tongue dun it :P )

[Silvador]

(De-Lor-ian?)

Silvador took the tabby's hand next and shook it.