What the hell should we call you? Why, it's nice of you to ask. I'm the Joxter, and you can call me as such.
What....are you even? That's a very good question, as I'm not exactly sure myself. Some kind of narcoleptic cat-man troll...thing, I suppose.
And where the heck are you from? The world of Moominvalley!
How friggin' old are you anyway? That's another great question, dear friend! The Joxter shrugs.
You a lady or a dude or what..? The last time I checked I was a man.
So like...what are you like? I suppose I've been called lazy before. If it were up to me, I'd sleep underneath the shade of the trees all day; what interest do I have in anything else? Perhaps I'm a bit mischievous and impish, a little rude, and a bit of a rebel. I despise rules and signs. Don't mind the snark and passive-aggressiveness, it's probably misjudged affection.
And what do you like? Apples, sleeping, hard cider...you know, the whole lot of good, simple things in life. I've approximate knowledge of many things and a knife in my pocket that I'm not unskilled with. I could probably play you a little ditty on the guitar if you asked nicely. Lots of practical skills that a traveler might need on the road.
Anything else we should know about...? I get little forebodings from time to time--a skill inherited from my mother and passed on to my children. They're a kind of cat's sixth sense, I suppose, giving me different options and the knowledge of what will come from my actions. Say, if my companions and I were drifting at sea on a sunny day, I might be able to warn them if a sudden storm were approaching beyond their vision.
I guess I should tell you that I'm known to go to sleep in the worst of places and at the worst of times. If it's inconvenient, I'm not sorry.
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You a lady or a dude or what..? The last time I checked I was a man.
So like...what are you like? I suppose I've been called lazy before. If it were up to me, I'd sleep underneath the shade of the trees all day; what interest do I have in anything else? Perhaps I'm a bit mischievous and impish, a little rude, and a bit of a rebel. I despise rules and signs. Don't mind the snark and passive-aggressiveness, it's probably misjudged affection.
And what do you like? Apples, sleeping, hard cider...you know, the whole lot of good, simple things in life. I've approximate knowledge of many things and a knife in my pocket that I'm not unskilled with. I could probably play you a little ditty on the guitar if you asked nicely. Lots of practical skills that a traveler might need on the road.
Anything else we should know about...? I get little forebodings from time to time--a skill inherited from my mother and passed on to my children. They're a kind of cat's sixth sense, I suppose, giving me different options and the knowledge of what will come from my actions. Say, if my companions and I were drifting at sea on a sunny day, I might be able to warn them if a sudden storm were approaching beyond their vision.
I guess I should tell you that I'm known to go to sleep in the worst of places and at the worst of times. If it's inconvenient, I'm not sorry.
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