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Post by Kristofor on Apr 18, 2021 4:53:42 GMT -6
Happiness. Mira could feel a bubble of it inside her as she took the ring from fox friend and released her shiny object. It glinted in the fading light, although she could see it better then her bigger yarn ball friend could? Wasn't sure. Holding the ringlet in her paws, she sniffs it, and gives it a delicate nibble. Ou. Ick. No. Wrinkling her short little rodent face, the panilla poked out her tiny pink tongue in disgust. Grass ring bad taste. Disgust. 'That bad huh' the fox's own gut curled when he saw her nibble the ring. Curious on what sort of grass he'd picked was, there was a bit of it growing near his foot. Picking it, Kristofor nibbled the freshly pulled end, and like her, spat it out. So bitter! There is an audible cracking of bark as Sirius chews on his apple twig, holding the yarn ball and watching the two eat grass like...stompers. Essentially anything bigger then him is a stomper. Silouetted in the dark sort of like being in a tunnel. 'Trade?' the fox offered something new to him, and it GLINTED. his big aqua eyes widened a bit. A shiny? He was bieng offered a shiny? Small fluffy one on the other hand, got the yarn ball, with a try or two to hand off the ring, as the fox's paws are black. 28
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 18, 2021 5:01:49 GMT -6
Ever since his adult fur grew in, he'd never considered the idea that his paws were harder to see at night as a bad thing. By his family, having dark paws and dark fur made being a fox, being sneaky and tricky and a thief (which he's NOT) all the easier. The jackaroo takes the shiny object, running his nearly furless fingers over the edges of the shiny object, before it vanishes from view. Uh... Confusion? He couldn't see initially where it had gone, and the ...smirk that played over the edges of the creature's muzzle told him he'd possibly been played. Didn't 'roo creatures have pouches? But wasn't that limited to females? Wheek! Indignation! Give back! Mira hadn't initially seen the transaction disappear, but turned to yarn friend and tugged a bit on the fur that was around one of the plates that armored his skin. She had a ball. Give ball, take thing? Chirp. The jackaroo frankly towered a head over her, with a smug sensing. A yarn ball for HIS shiny? Sweeten the deal. He wanted more then just a yarn ball for his shiny. 'Trade?' The yarn ball with a lead got offered to him as the light faded, but the color might fade he could see it. An outline in the dim. A dark outline that moved. 29
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 18, 2021 5:09:37 GMT -6
Had he considered the idea at all that a creature who'd been alone for who knew how long in his own cage hadn't learned how to share? NOPE. He watches the jackaroo pause, sniffing the air. Aha, he had caught wind of it. Beneath the yarn ball in his hand, there were apple slices, what he hadn't eaten for himself to share with them. Sniffing. Curiosity. Food? Hungry? wheek? Mira made noises of food desire at his feet, tugging on the long fur that she could definitely reach. He traded her an apple slice for the yarn ball she had. Now he had the ball, and still had Sirius' nose attention. Sirius made a grumbling noise, as his paw rested over his lower stomach area, then slowly, pulled a shiny from next to no where. He reluctantly, very reluctantly, trades the shiny for the yarn ball, and an apple slice. Promptly letting its black ring slide over his short arm to rest at the elbow while eating his apple slice. this tasted newer then the dried stuff. 'Thats all the fresh apple you get today.' the fox told them both, standing in the growing darkness, now holding both rings, as he backed away a few paces and crouched. To anything else who wasn't a night creature, the black and silver would melt into the gloom. 'Trade?' Wheek! Mira charged forth, taking her ring and the offered snack of a bit of rolled oat, making short work. Wheek wheek! Hungry! She didn't like missing meals. Sirius had finished his treat, and saw the ring, and yarn ball fluffy friend getting food. Whatever... A slow lolloping hop forward and he takes the ring, the snack, and the fox has two yarnballs in his possession. Excellent. Now it was time to get food. 30 -end nightvision review, hold and drop
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 18, 2021 5:25:59 GMT -6
-alone- Under the light of the moon, Kristofor wasn't uncomfortable with the idea of working outside. He'd taken the two rodents up to the den, fed and watered all and came back outside. He wasn't sleepy, needing no lanterns to light his way as he descended the metal ladder to reach the bottom of the steps and vault the fence. The dead leaves crack under his paws. If it wasn't on a way of being watered already, the foliage had dried up. He'd need to find any source of water that didn't come from that empty and scummy pond in the middle. Scrubbing that out would be his next job. Under the sink in the kitchen area, he'd found some tougher scrubbing supplies that humans could use to clean their dishes. He remembered his aunt cleaning dishes with towels and such, this felt thick and hard under his fingers. The bucket he'd carried down so it didn't wake anyone. 31
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 18, 2021 5:29:20 GMT -6
Outside the garden, there was a faucet. It worked, but you had to twist the spinny thing that worked it really hard. It nearly broke his pawpad open with how tightly the wheel spinny thing had been wound. Pawpads throbbing as a result, the old faucet shuddered, coughed dust before squirting out clear water. It smelled like standing water, but it would do for scrubbing the scummy pond. He filled the bucket halfway and turned off the faucet so it didn't drip. Last thing he wanted would be to have the landlord unhappy he'd wasted water. This wasn't a desert though, and water appeared to flow decently in this area. It was very green, except here. The pond had so much muck caked on it looked like a muddy divot in the ground, that dropped a couple of feet, the fox could easily stand in here and be past his chest on the bottom. IT would take a lot to fill. 32
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 18, 2021 5:37:04 GMT -6
Its not just a divot in the ground, but if he laid out flat, fingertips to tail tip, the fox would find the pond is at least six feet across, and three feet wide at its largest point. he couldn't see the initial color, but it probably is brown, right? Splashing some water on the muck, the fox reaches for the coarsest thing he'd found (what looked like a cucumber full of holes) and set to scrubbing. Immediately he felt the scrubby start to soften with the water as he scraped up and down with motions he'd seen his aunt do laundry with. Kristofor's arm muscles burned with the up and down movements. His training didn't use these muscles like this, crouching here and scrubbing as hard as he can put pressure on. The murky water building around his paws and ankles smelled awful. Like long standing water puddles drying up in the sunlight. 33
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 18, 2021 5:41:04 GMT -6
Beneath the muck, he could feel what felt like... plastic beneath it? It was sound plastic, but the muck acted like a shield over it. what was this stuff. The fox scrubbed and scrubbed, pausing to splash more water on the muck or rinse out his scrubby, which is more resembling a limpy because of all the scum and water soaked into its fibers. Twisting it, the opaque shining liquid dribbled down him and down the plastic to gather at his feet. The scrubby was effective, so he hadn't needed the rope yet. Apparently you can use rope to scrub tough items. Sitting down on the edge of the pond, which is getting less scummy from what he can see, Kristofor let his arms rest beside him, pulling his limbs into a pretzel and taking a slow breath. The burn ached, but a soft hum radiated from inside his chest. Just relax...and meditate. 34
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 18, 2021 5:45:05 GMT -6
He could feel the burn slowly seep away as his mind carried away to what he could imagine the mind garden looking like. Some had mind palaces. Others had mind caves. He had a mind garden. A zen garden, with only a bit of greenery here and there, and the occasional blip of birdsong. The sounds here were windchimes and soft rustling of leaves. Peace and tranquility... SQUAK he opened his eyes, slowly. Something fluttered away from the garden, clutching something. Owl and mouse, mayhaps. Even out in the city, owls and mice exist. Break time is over, time to get back to scrubbing. By the time the sun is breaking up the darkness, the fox has finished scrubbing off the muck and scum that had built up on the plastic sheeting that lined the bottom of the pond. Its held down by rocks and such, and even the rocks had to be cleaned. Needless to say he slept like a log after cleaning himself up, feeding everyone, and crashign face first into his cloud bed. 35
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Post by Nadia on Apr 20, 2021 4:59:12 GMT -6
Oh hey, that's a cute little banana thing!
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 23, 2021 14:21:27 GMT -6
The swapping game wasn't something that the fox originally had in mind, but it worked, and it pleased him. Mira preened with pride on his shoulder as he closed the gate behind him for today's gardening outing. What he had in mind now came with Sirius' size rather then teaching them both at the same time. Granted, Mira's small size likely wouldn't help. However she could learn how to plant seeds. What he had for her was a packet of oatmeal to hold at first. Chirp. He glances at a spark of color out of the corner of his vision. The jackaroo is holding a pink...fruit that looks like a banana in his clawed fingers. Was there something in this dead growth that still had enough life to fruit? Picking up a child sized watering can he'd found outside in the pile of supplies (maybe it belonged to the landlord when she was a child), the fox approaches the rabbit with a skin condition, offering it for a trade. The bright yellow coloring of the object catches the creature's eye, and he switches the presumably edible item for something he can't. Its a lot heavier then the banana, and Sirius isn't prepared. He almost promptly drops it, and thankfully, its a light object that won't break easily on impact. Plus, its empty. Start carry load 36
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 23, 2021 14:44:11 GMT -6
This wasn't the ring nor the yarn ball, which are light objects. Kristofor tried to imagine any heavier objects the jackaroo may have held onto in his life, and came up blank. He'd have to get them both used to holding onto the object for a long period of time, and then increasing the weight. From what he'd been taught as a cub, smaller creatures aren't always stronger then they look, so pretend they can carry half their body weight or less. He picked up the watering can, weighing it in his hands. The yarn ball is definitely lighter, but maybe half? So two yarn balls worth of weight at least, if he could wager a guess. Holding it out to the jackaroo, who snatched it from his paw with a furrowed armored face. Didn't like showing he couldn't do something, huh. The watering can didn't leave his paw though, for he still held on, and the jackaroo had one paw on it. He pulled lightly on it, chirping, but the fox hadn't released it yet. Finally, after a few one paw'd pulls, he took hold in two paws, and pulled back. Kristofor let him have it. The weight suddenly in both paws, down it went again, to the jackaroo's chirp of surprise. Mira wheek'd from her view, before something got passed to her. Her ring, and shortly after that, given a square. It was about double the ring's weight, being empty, but bulky. 37
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 26, 2021 9:48:02 GMT -6
Perhaps he was starting too big. So the fox shut the two creatures inside the garden plot and walked around the short fence, fully in view of a benched Mira, and started to dig through the overflowing pile of ...there's not much other word to say for it but supply scraps. Intense concentration. brighten? heavy. disappoint. and repeat. Mira stood up on her tiny chinnie hind legs to see over the fence to see the fox's fluffy back half shifting with his movement as he was digging around. Triumph! Wheek? He came up with an...empty tin can. She clutched the little seed package while he came back in, and then noticed her still holding the awkward and bulky object. Pleased. Brushing his free paw on his hip, the fox scratched Mira's ears briefly with words of praise. She rubbed back, smelling fox under the smell of old gardening...garbage. Sirius stared down at the dropped child's can, as if it committed him a personal offense. Reaching down, his long fingers grasped the handle, and pulled upwards. He felt feelings in his arms that didn't typically happen as he took hold on the handle a second time... NOPE, and dropped it. Now he was pissed off, and gave it a sharp kick. The can bounced away from him, into a pile of brush. 38
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 26, 2021 21:45:57 GMT -6
'Thats one way' the fox considered to himself, as he offered first the grass ring to the disgruntled jackaroo. This rabbit with a skin condition really could convey his displeasure with the whole idea of holding something heavier then a stick, his tail whipping behind him as he outright took the ring out of the fox's fingers, rubbing the coarse plant over his thin boney fingers. He offered the can next, making sure to put a few sticks of apple twig inside first. They made a clattering noise. 'Trade?' he offers the can with treats... and with a bit of reluctance, Sirius swaps the two items with the fox. He holds the can a bit awkwardly as its not quite small enough to let his fingers wrap around it, but hasnt' dropped it yet. Its about double the weight of the metal ring he'd picked, maybe more. Hold sticks and can? Mira peers over the bench to watch her fox and the jackaroo with the strange items and treats. He finishes chewing up the item held in the corner of his mouth and takes an apple twig to chew on. It must taste good because he doesn't throw it away. 39
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 26, 2021 21:53:27 GMT -6
'You don't need to hold onto the packet all day Mira.' he tells her, taking his eyes off the jackaroo and the can of sticks. The audible nibbling of bark off of twig is enough to know he hasn't thrown the can aside yet. Or kicked it. Kristofor offers her a few rolled oats, and asks to trade the item back. She gives him the awkward packet thing, and he smiles, letting her have several rolled oat pieces. Oh the sweet sound of happy nibbling on proper items. The packet he'd let her hold onto had nothing in it, so he picked up a few small pebbles and put a few into the packet. It felt about as heavy as a packet of sunflower seeds during spring planting. Wheek? She takes the offered packet, and he can tell she notices the difference the way her posture shifts, holding her little arms close to her body to support the extra weight of two small pebbles plus packet. She puts her nose at the open seam of the packet, sniffing a bit. Nothing different, bit dirt smelly. Taking another packet, the fox pretends to dig a hole, and turns the packet over, so the contents have one rock fall out and clatter onto the table. He hears Sirius's chewing pause. What were they doing? -pause Mira for contest- 40
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Post by Nadia on Apr 27, 2021 2:09:01 GMT -6
That's a fine specimen of a banana if I ever saw one!
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