The Proper Role-Play

I chuckle and walk out of my room. "Nice Alekandre." I smirk and stand on the 'Nose' of the boat and climb up feeling the wind hit my fur as I try not to swallow a bug. "Were-cats have so much fur" I mutter in dismay.
 
“Don't you mean cats have so much fur!” I say laughing. “Werecats don't have fur, you are just a human with cat like features, attributes, and appearances! Not fur!”

See what I did there. I corrected you in rp form. Now you should answer me back probably like this: “Okay,” I reply. “I thought that as you get older you'd grow the fur.”
 
I wake up, the golden light of the sun filtering through the flaps of the tent.
I sit up, my back still hurting from the dive I made yesterday through the tent. I sit up, rubbing my eyes as they get use to the light of the morning sun. Well, I might as well take that long needed shower. I think to myself.
 
( @feather **** you ;) )
I get up, stretching my back a few times. I walk through the tent, already hearing sounds of fires crackling and meat being roasted. "I'm going back into the city. See y'all later!" I shout.
 
I grab a pack with some food, new clothes, and my knife and necklace of jade. I put the necklace on, feeling the cold silver sliding over my skin. I pocket the knife.
Walking toward the city I pull out an apple, crunching on it as I walk through the now open city gates.
 
I clamp my ear and get you off my shoulder. I then note that I need some kind of ear device that makes the slightest noise equal to the sound of someone talking and the same with loud noises. "Really!?"
 
I walk through the city, noticing what it's like to be up at rush hour. I look to the skies, wondering where the airship is. I see the bath house up ahead. I walk straight through the door and go through one of the rooms, closing the door and wedging my knife through so I can have some privacy.
 
"Alright!" I scan the horizon for any buildings from then on, noting that the goggles should have an enhanced zoom on them, like a telescope.
 
"Yeah! Really!" I walk in circles for fun as I become bored then run to my room. "I'm gonna need to sharpen them. They're getting dull. Can't let that happen!" I mutter and start to sharpen my weapons on a Rock.
 
I come out of the shower 40 minutes later, a group of annoyed people standing at the door. I slide my knife out an push through the crowd, "talk-to-the-hand"ing them. I walk out, immediately greeting by the smell of dung on the street and horses clopping by. I walk towards the weapons shop again.
 
The annoyance from my clothes flapping and bugs hitting me overcome my sense of safety. "Tess! Take the wheel! Just keep us pointed for there." I point towards the now definable buildings. I go into the Captain's Quarters and start on my needed things.
 
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