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Post by Kristofor on Apr 15, 2021 23:02:13 GMT -6
-Adopting tat lung fish, the antigrowthed agate-
The garden had a pond in the middle of it. And what to ponds typically have if it wasn't dry and caked with scum? Fish, typically. So why not get a goldfish or something to keep in there. Something clearly not trainable, just... a goldfish.
Sheerly out of curiosity, the fox wondered if the adoption center stocked a goldfish tank just like finding at a human fair. Something where you picked your own or fished your own. Granted, he wanted a live fish, and not a dead fish. The only problem came from whether or not the tailypo would get into the pond and eat the fish. It was still quite small.
The same volunteer with a differently colored shirt greeted him as he entered the building.
"How's that jackaroo doing?" they asked with obvious cheer, and maybe a smattering of relief?
"Good. Learning. Likes my panilla." The fox told the keeper volunteer.
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 15, 2021 23:08:52 GMT -6
"Good, good. That jackaroo needed a good home. Glad he got one. What brings you by again, hm? Looking for another friend?"
"I want goldfish." the fox explained clearly and firmly. Nothing else. Just. a. goldfish. "for my garden pond."
"Uh... goldfish? This isn't a petstore, you do know this right? Why would you believe an adoption center stocks goldfish of all things?" they ask, scratching a wo be gone hat.
"If you keep rabbit with skin condition, keep gold fish." the fox's logic did pan out. It really did. The volunteer couldn't make much off that.
"I have one small fish you might want to try putting in your pond. Wait here." They retrieved what looked like an empty water tank thing, and left the room. Kristofor glanced around the room. Something blue darted out of his vision. A bird mayhap? Possibly.
Next he knew, the human was lugging the water tank thing back out, upside down and filled, with an amber colored fish inside.
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 15, 2021 23:17:01 GMT -6
It was kind of gold, but not the kind of gold you pull out of the ground and make humans go eat each other over. More of tree sap amber colored, in shade and in tint. The creature wasn't bigger then his two paws lined up palm edge to claw tips, so the tank barely fit it to turn around in comfortably. The human was soaked.
"Stupid fish. Here's a goldfish. Its got an attitude, so expect to be squirted in the eye when throwing it dead fish flakes." they respond, standing away from the table over a conventiently placed drain in the floor to wring their shirt of a deluge of water. The fish puffs out its gills and exhales bubbles. Fish don't have attitude, do they? It seems to be very displeased at the treatment. "Make sure the water is very clean for this fish; its picky."
'There's a big pond in my home, if you want to come along with me.' the fox tells the water tankard.
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 15, 2021 23:22:31 GMT -6
"Uh, fish dont' talk back y'know." the volunteer mentioned, giving a firm extra wringing of their shirt beofre leaving it throughly wrinkled but not sopping. "But whatever floats your ship fox boy. Just do the same thing as you did for the jackaroo, and write down your name, address, what pet you're adopting and what not. I'm gonna go finish what I'm up to." they plonk down a jar of fish food and leave the room, just the fox and the fish.
Bubbles emenate from the fish's gills again as it tries to look intimidating in the direction of the leaver, before it just hangs there in the water, like it was... pouting? Do fish pout? Or sulk? The table vibrated with the feelings of scratching. Pulled form its pout, the fish shuffled aquatically into watching an enlarged view of something enormous and blackly colored writing on the table. Er, moving and probably writing.
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 15, 2021 23:28:46 GMT -6
It felt kind of good that he could put down an actual address now for himself rather then 'the kennel' and what number he was in. He had a place ot live, and it wasn't a hole in the ground. Not specifically. Kristofor didn't own it, but the place felt more then enough for his needs.
Now how was he supposed to lug this home huh? The jug had a small opening that may be blocked by a cork or what not so the water didn't all slosh out. Like carrying around an open water bottle during whackbat practice. Perhaps just cover the opening with his paw as he carried it?
The fish nosed the wall of the container. It was thick and hard and felt like rubbing its nose on the inside of the pool it had been in. Whereever it was going had to be better then what it had come from, which was maybe a pet shop? Or an egg.
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Definitely loving all those tiny updates that where made with the rest as well! <3