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 Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 8:30 am
It was situations like this, he was beginning to recall, that had inevitably lost him his job. However much he may have enjoyed them in retrospect, or in brief moments while participating in them - it wasn't necessarily a daredevil's addiction--all right, maybe it was. But unfortunately death had put things in a slightly different perspective, illuminating the fact that yes, he could in fact die and that no, he was probably not getting up from being devoured.
And then the heavy, threatening silence cracked just a little.
On the bright side, the one doing the cracking wasn't something he felt he ought to be particularly afraid of - though 'wary' might be a good word to adhere to. It didn't matter what size the package came in. Well, maybe a little. But not in this sort of situation.
Ambrose's stonily apathetic stare melted into a frown as the titmouse approached, and it was only a heavy dose of common sense that kept him from drawing back. He somehow doubted this was an attack of some sort - especially as the rest of the flock didn't seem exactly pleased, though they deigned to lose interest. Well then. Was it his savior who'd just perched on his already outstretched arm? Seemed like he'd been getting an awful lot of help from strong women these days.
"Ah ha," he said in the shopkeep's general direction, attention still wrapped about and lingering on the small titmouse. 'Group'? Did pet owners here also have a bookclub? ...Appeared as though he'd be finding out. What with there... definitely being something here worth investigating, and...
There was the 'sweet girl' here, in addition. He had the vague feeling he'd be hard pressed to find a better pet. "Inside then, I suppose," he murmured under his breath - what breath there was - and louder, to the shopkeep as he descended the stairs, "How much do you presume to charge for these... experiences?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 5:25 pm
Nikel giggled as he made it back down into the confines of the shop. It had turned out to be a lovely day afterall - even with a chow loose in the store! Who would have thought that yet another would find their chosen, their special one, their Companion. More and more, it seemed, were finally figuring out what they wanted in life and with whom they desired to be with.
One down and . . . well . . . only a handful more to go~!
"There is no charge for attracting one of these darlings," Nikel responded with a happy twirl, green eyes bright with good humor. "We don't sell the Birds, they're far too wild and far too unique to be meager pets. So considering yourself lucky, today," the cross-dresser crooned, throwing a wink at the newfound 'happy' couple.
"You get to take her home for free. Now, darling, if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to ask. There have been a few other cases like you, so don't think for a moment you're alone in this crazy, unusual world." Heels clicking against the cool stone, Nikel felt as if his work for the day was done.
He'd introduced the titmouse to her companion, what more could be asked of him? Digging up the chow pup? Let the kid run and be free! He'd tire sooner or later, and when he did then the pup could be recaged. Shop business? Counting drawers, stocking shelves, helping customers - Pffh~! No need. The others were there to pick up slack, so it wouldn't be fair if there was no such slack to pick up!
Everyone had a purpose in the world, or so went the saying. Nikel's was to be admired by everyone and help keep his friends entertained. And what better way to keep one entertained then to make them work. . ?
Passing the aquariums, terrariums and various aisles filled with toys and petfood, the long haired pretty-boy forgot about Ambrose. It never occurred to him to ask for a name, nor did it ever occurr to him that he couldn't just stop helping the customer whenever he so pleased.
As far as Nikel was concerned, Ambrose had found his lot in life with the titmouse, and there was nothing further Nikel could do for him. Ambrose could go home a happy man with a little feathered avian for companionship. What more could he want from Nikel? The shopkeeps job was done.
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