Michael Degrass
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Firstly, Sex is not a priority, but a fun by-product of conversation, 'tis not mandatory.
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Onto the show!
Michael is a fairly normal guy, hes the 'nice, ladies man' of the world. So to speak.
"So, Lets Get To It Shall We?"
As the gazelle took a seat upon the glass chair overlooking the dark city lights of Vegas, he pondered as to what his purpose in life would be, though he hoped nothing too exciting.
"Michael, Get ready.." His ears flickered as he turned about, wavering his hand to get rid of the annoyance as he gave a long, drawn out sigh and reluctantly removed himself from the confines of his chair, moving over to his wardrobe to shuffle through the rather ridiculous amount of clothing bundled up inside.
"Parties are over rated." He though to himself as he pulled out various parts of clothing, firstly a 'moderately' brown coloured t-shirt, to which he adorned upon his body, following the pair of black dress pants to which he slipped in each leg and fastened the clip about his front.
"Michael, Now!" The gazelle rolled his eyes as he shooed away the annoyance once more, sitting down as he slipped his feet into the custom crafted dress shoes designed for his foot size and admired himself in the mirror, standing in front of him be a 6 foot tall...well, him...and with that he donned his fedora and walked out the door to greet the ever impatient feline who pestered him senseless.
(Doesn't make much sense now that I read back, but oh well.)
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Onto the show!
Michael is a fairly normal guy, hes the 'nice, ladies man' of the world. So to speak.
"So, Lets Get To It Shall We?"
As the gazelle took a seat upon the glass chair overlooking the dark city lights of Vegas, he pondered as to what his purpose in life would be, though he hoped nothing too exciting.
"Michael, Get ready.." His ears flickered as he turned about, wavering his hand to get rid of the annoyance as he gave a long, drawn out sigh and reluctantly removed himself from the confines of his chair, moving over to his wardrobe to shuffle through the rather ridiculous amount of clothing bundled up inside.
"Parties are over rated." He though to himself as he pulled out various parts of clothing, firstly a 'moderately' brown coloured t-shirt, to which he adorned upon his body, following the pair of black dress pants to which he slipped in each leg and fastened the clip about his front.
"Michael, Now!" The gazelle rolled his eyes as he shooed away the annoyance once more, sitting down as he slipped his feet into the custom crafted dress shoes designed for his foot size and admired himself in the mirror, standing in front of him be a 6 foot tall...well, him...and with that he donned his fedora and walked out the door to greet the ever impatient feline who pestered him senseless.
(Doesn't make much sense now that I read back, but oh well.)