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Cat was feeling so much better about the festival after his time in the greenhouse that he decided to get a little adventurous. His Smile was back in full force, a clear indication of his intent to find something interesting to do. And what could be more interesting then a mysterious, hidden away place that seemed to beckon with it's very existence that you weren't allowed in.

And, in Cat's mind, "not allowed" was every bit an invitation to intrude as "come on in, we have tea."

Quickly he slipped in, sniffing out trouble as fast as his imaginary nose could manage. His sights landed on Hound, as it paced around, and making some vague attempt to look nonchalant, Cat made his way over to it. All too soon, however, the creature's attention was snatched up by a lady friend. Chuckling lightly, Cat turned his sights on Wags.

"Hey, hey, careful with that, or you'll take off into the sky..." He chided playfully.

Aurora admired how proud the hound looked. She also hadn't quite expected to catch his eye that quickly. She turned her head, a bit bashful, but stood up and stretched out her shimmery wings to groom slightly.
Showing off maybe a little? Of course.

She gave him a few more bats of her bright blue eyes to show him she definitely admired his gym AND good work as a guard. She eyed the more animated pets but didn't seem like the type to jump into a wagging-fest. Instead her long tufted tail simply waved gently behind her before curling about her feet as she sat back on her haunches.

Ulmuka just watched the actions of the minipets with intense interest. His teeth clacked together as he analyzed every little twitch and movement.

exclaim If hound was impressed, and wags was ecstatic about the visitors, then Sniffs was their total opposite. The ink hound was growling and barking fiercely.

exclaim "Oh hound! There you are, hey, hey settle down Sniffs...oh" Sleuth looked surprised, how did these people keep finding her private gym? Still...it wasn't in her to be selfish.

"Hello everyone, I suppose you've come for a little training, oh look how many of you brought your minipets! Maybe we can have a little race? Does that sound fun?"

((Let sleuth know what you think about the idea of a minipet race))

Roch looked a bit blankly at the cat sitting in his arms, staring down at all the dogs in the booth with that snotty, cattish look that only a starving stray could pull off. Or maybe any cat could, actually, hell if he knew.

An evil grin crossed Roch's face. "Sure, why not? Jackdammit here could use a little bit of... fun." His cat gave him a dirty look, sniffing his disdain. He didn't want to race these minipets! He wanted to go back to stealing peoples' fishes after they were hit with them at that awesome booth!

Speed? Ah yes, speed: one of the goals of vespians, along with efficiency. Vero nodded and turned to its minipet, wondering how Astro felt.

Apparently the asteroid belt was already pumped up and raring to go, even going so far as to smirk at the other wishing cousin there. As far as he was concerned? NO. CONTEST.

Also kinda helped that there was a lady minipet to go off and impress.

"We welcome the idea," Vero told the Sleuth, blinking.

"Minipets? Oh, gosh, I left all mine at-" Cat tried to explain himself, but just as quickly, a black, white and red blur shot out from behind him, into the midst of everyone.



Carol posed proudly, smirking gleefully for Jack-knows what reason. Cat gave some sort of confused noise, torn between being shocked and being incredibly proud. Had his mini been trailing him the whole time?

"A...a race sounds fantastic."

Sebastian nodded at Sleuth and set Adagio on the little line that had appeared along with the race track. This really was an impressive gym. First punching bags and treadmills and wrestling mats had appeared out of nowhere, now a giant race track.

Adagio seemed rather miffed about being handled though. He definitely didn't want Sebastian to have to carry him to the track. He could do this by himself!

So to get back at Sebastian, Adagio just waltzed along the track. He wasn't even trying to win. Sure he was still going, but he was just trotting lackadaisically, not a care in the world. He was never going to win the race, and Sebastian knew it.

With a sigh, Sebastian let out a little laugh and said, "Mon petit ami, you've made your point." The boil threw up his hands as if to say, "alright alright, you win." Adagio just continued to trot along the track like nothing had even happened. He was a cheeky one, that was for sure.