[a panther? he could get behind that. he drives a jaguar, after all. he hums thoughtfully, growing just momentarily distracted when he has to make eye contact with the valet, nod at the man to get him to scuttle off and get them the sleek two-door car in question.]
I like that.
[he moves out onto the pavement to wait for the car, turning his head to peek at josh over his shoulder.] But you can't walk a panther. [he gasps dramatically. oh noes.]
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I like that.
[he moves out onto the pavement to wait for the car, turning his head to peek at josh over his shoulder.] But you can't walk a panther. [he gasps dramatically. oh noes.]