*wandering up from the kitchen area, a somewhat dead rodent dangling from gentle jaws, Marco neatly avoids the feet of professors passing on their way in these last moments before curfew*
*on a whim, he lowers his limp victim to the cold stone floor, arches his back and stretches, the tattooed koi rippling over his skin*
*shakes his head and gives a few experimental hacks, as though feeling some subtle change in his throat; and then, in a high, pleasant tenor, begins to sing*
Everybody wants to be a cat.....
[[Lyrics here. If crabs can sing, so can our feline friends, right? All cool cats feel free to join in! XD]]
*on a whim, he lowers his limp victim to the cold stone floor, arches his back and stretches, the tattooed koi rippling over his skin*
*shakes his head and gives a few experimental hacks, as though feeling some subtle change in his throat; and then, in a high, pleasant tenor, begins to sing*
Everybody wants to be a cat.....
[[Lyrics here. If crabs can sing, so can our feline friends, right? All cool cats feel free to join in! XD]]