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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 9:08 pm
Today was a very sun-shiny sort of day.
Dia was all smiles again, well and truly back on her feet after the latest event of wanting to go and bury herself in her garden. Her garden was also doing quite well, except the rose bush which Sweetie had, yet again, attempted to wage a war upon. Said Sweetie was now ruing, regretting, or maybe swearing further revenge upon her poor plant given how much of him had gone into his most recent assault. All the little cuts had closed up though, and his pretty pink fur would grow back like it always did. She could tell he was in an especially moody sort of mood, but a nice long walk would surely do wonders for the energetic and mischevious little critter and it was just such a pretty day! It was the perfect sort of day to go for a walk really. Warm enough that she didn't even have a light sweater on over her loose spring-green cotton dress, and a broad-brimmed hat was perfect for keeping the sun from being too bright in her eyes. Her last flower was tucked through the thin white ribbon she'd wrapped around the hat in a bow, all the other early blooms from her garden had found strangers and friends alike to go home with and sit prettily in a vase somewhere. Maybe it would find a home of its own soon too, though she did sort of like having it snuggled away up there.
Sweetie might not have really agreed about the day being good. The morning had begun with a failed attempt at retribution, that evil awful bad plant always thwarted him and seeing a few clumps of fur still snagged on some of the broken branches when they left had most certainly not improved his mood. But the walk was good, and Dia was very shortly going to be hard-pressed to keep track of him. There were things to look at after all... moving things even. Cats were a little big to bother sometimes, but squirrels or birds could be fun... maybe he could chase some birds a little...
...maybe that bird over there would be fun. Sweetie peered curiously at a certain human, the man had a bird and birds were fun. Maybe he could persuade the man to share the bird...
grasshopper pie Let me know if you want me to change anything :3
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 6:46 pm
The day had been going quite pleasantly for KR as well, not that it took particularly much to keep him entertained. He hadn't interacted with much of anyone outside of his employers and regular clients, and there was very little unpleasantness when it came to his livelihood. With his shift over, he was now able to explore the bustling city and the peaceful warmth that encompassed it. There was nothing quite like a balmy spring day, especially after the winter they had had.
The man sat on a bench, reading a worn volume. The title was nearly rubbed flat but a particular fan may have been able to identify it as a popular adventure story from yesteryear. He was dressed rather plainly himself, having no illusions about where he stood in the world.
Tuuk had previously been chatting with passers-by and musing to herself before deciding that a particular beam of light was far too pleasant to not utilize. She stood just beyond her master's shoulder upon the topmost run of the bench, her beak tucked into the fluff between her wings. An occasional stroke from KR had been enough to keep her calm, but her eyes popped open as the fox approached. She was no idiot, and a predator still smelled like a predator. The little avian did not move otherwise, though, trusting her larger compatriot to take care of things.
KR had noticed the brilliantly pink fox as it wandered within a few feet of the bench, and he was no stranger to the look in its eyes. No, he wouldn't be sharing, thank you very much. He did smile to the beast, though, as he picked Tuuk up on a finger and placed her on his shoulder. The bird fluffed herself happily, safe and content once more. With nearly every well-groomed creature came a person too, and it wasn't long before KR spotted a young woman who seemed especially likely to own the familiar. Rather than speak or stand, he offered her a wave. Very few people felt the desire to approach him, although he wasn't sure whether it was his size or something else. He wasn't one to force interactions upon anyone else, either. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't be pleasant.
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