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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 10:47:11 GMT -6
Kristofor can't help himself anymore. The antics between the crow and the sharp toothed person make him start shaking with laughter. The two dont' stop bickering to see their patient enjoying their spat. The spat ends up taking them both out the window, utensils in tow.
"Are they gone?" a quiet common voice comes from the door. Pale eyes peek around the corner. He nods. "Oh thank goodness. Our butler gets so irritated with us when we screw up... and he's been super irritated since the solstice." Its the gardener? They are dusting some dirt off their very commoner clothing. "Uh... can I ask a question?" he nods again. "Can I pet you, mr fox?" Wasnt expecting that.
'Just don't pull out my fur worse then it already does.' the fox sighs, letting his arm hang off the bed. A gentle shift forward, and trembling pale fingers, dust free,... drift over the shorter fur around his forearm.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 10:52:17 GMT -6
"You're so soft!" the garderner cries out, taking such care to not pull out any fur. "Are all foxes as soft as you? I've never petted a fox before. where do you come from. whats your name. why has mr. butler been taking care of you? why are you looking so happy? Do you eat meat or fish?" the questions come out in a complete word waterfall. Kristofor redoes the words in his mind...
"I doubt other foxes are as soft as I am; I wash my fur more frequently then other foxes do." he starts off. "My home is far to the northwest, in the forest." two down. "My name is Kristofor."
"Hi Kristofor!"
"Your butler's...friend helped me when I was in trouble, and they had a bezoar pen." the gardener looks confused. "Its an item to combat poison and allergies." An 'o' of understanding. "I'm happy that your butler has a good friend to banter with, and I like both meat and fish."
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 11:49:03 GMT -6
This human? seemed to never run out of questions to ask, and although still kind of tired, the fox answered most of the questions asked as truthfully as he would manage. A few got a bit too personal, likely because of the child-human's excitement, and he only put a finger to his face and mentioned it being a secret. It didn't disuade the child for more then fifteen seconds or so.
"I saw your face in the newspaper. Did you really win a houlou show?" really the questions just never stopped coming.
"Yes, somehow." He's not going to brag, its a modest thing. It also restricted Dawson from entering again. He could enter 'normal' shows though. Maybe he would. The houlou is handsome.
Finally the questions seem to peeter out. He leans against the pile of pillows, which is quite plush for what he's used to. Which is a giant fluffy pet bed that fits him perfectly.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 29, 2021 4:58:05 GMT -6
"uh... if you need anything before our butler lets you go, please don't hesitate to ring." he gestures at a little bell string hanging by his bedside. Yeah, definitely a bell string. "I better get back to work before he gets maaaad. Bye mr. kristofor!" the gardnener finally skips out. Literally skips, like its the best day of his life.
'Note to self, do not handle worginu without gloves...' the fox grumbles to himself as he lies back. He is not the kind of layabout kind of fox. Something... anything, he kind of wants to have a book or a fiddly item. He's an active creature. And being active, having something to do. Not nearly as bad as his fidgety cousin.
The rolled up papery thing he spreads out over the blanket and begins to read. Its like a very flat book, and you can move the pages over and around with a pinch.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 29, 2021 5:02:44 GMT -6
At present there were four types of worginu themself, and four species released by said portion of the labs. He doesn't keep an ear to the ground so the whelp corp doesn't make any sense to Kristofor. These puppies grew large enough to ride... and the big bad...yes, acid based. Who wanted an acidic dog anyhow. Well... the human population had carnivorous almost anything, so he shouldn't be surprised. Inside these walls felt like a different universe entirely.
Some days he fished for a reason to keep staying here. But now being a shop owner, once he got a steady amount of customers, less having to scrounge for credits to pay his rent. Who knew each month could use so many numbers. Its part of growing up, he told himself. And the amount of creatures depending on him he tried, really tried to keep a low number. A reaaaaaly low number.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 29, 2021 5:07:11 GMT -6
Huh, here was an entry on those carnivorous deer. The repointe. Someone's idea of a fox crossed with a deer, and the deer's physical geneage won out, except for the fluffy tail and the face. Strictly ate meat, and if you weren't looking, might eat the jewels right off a fancy person's hand. To keep their gemming armor healthy? huh. Well he owned nothing of value in terms of rocks. Kristofor didn't need rocks to feel fancy. Hell, he's a SILVER FOX, which isn't exactly unshowy. Briefly he pats his snout and his nose. The puffiness almost felt gone, and the fur wasn't burnt away. Thank goodness. The ring around his neck didn't match the length of the rest of his fur, but it now started sprouting the loose blonde fur, which meant normality for him. His paws? Also lucky, the softer black and silver bristle that covered to his claw tips.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 29, 2021 5:22:17 GMT -6
The fox turns the page on the carnivourous deer. Also four breeds, but two were more suited for jumping then for pulling. Those outside must be pulling types....no? He searches his memory, the creature had literal orbs attached to their antlers... those were jumpers? No way. But in the summer solstice heat, ok, jumpers made sense, their fur is thinner then the other? at least to his eyes. The picture isn't too discuring to his his eyes. And he's tired. and bored.
Time must slip away because by the time Kristofor's aware of his surroundings again (or his reading tunnel vision is super good), the butler comes back with more water, acting as much like a carer should.
"If you're able to walk around without faceplanting, you can leave." the butler mentions to him. His eyes look like bits of flint, like he's seen a lot in his life, even though Kristofor chalked his human age to be likely that of his uncle...?
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+1 Kristofor
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Post by Nadia on Jun 29, 2021 5:29:57 GMT -6
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