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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:45 pm
Classes were over and more and more students were beginning to mill around with nothing to do. Unfortunately, Nyyrikki was unable to find himself the exception. Under a tree, a little ways away from the Reaper Dorms, he sat with his follylop, Rigormortis, in his lap.
The minipet looked less than enthused, with floppy ears seeming to look droopier than normal and a small frown plastered to it's face. Nyyrikki was trying to feed it a scareberry, but it turned it's head and harrumphed, not pleased with the offering. No matter what Nyyrikki did, it would not cheer up. It made him look like a bad pet owner to have such an unhappy pet, and this did not please him in the least. He liked this follylop, and here it was denying his care!
"What is it going to take to make you happy?"
To anyone passing by, the probably both looked pretty pathetic.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:12 pm
"Maybe you should try playing a game with it or something?" He suggested with a yawn; arms crossed over one another under his chin, as he peered down at the two.
Like most other days, Tybalt had skipped classes. Though instead of hanging around the dorms like he normally did, he had decided to make a change and spend his day outdoors napping in a tree. Which just so happened to be the tree Nyyrikki and his follylop were sitting beneath. Neither of which he knew, yet he was speaking to as though he had known them for a while. Or at least well enough to offer some advice.
"It could be bored. I mean, from what I know about dogs, they like to be active." He knew that follylop's weren't dogs, but they were related to their follyjox cousin's who were part fox; which were also very similar to canines. So chances were, they shared the same interests. Or so he thought.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:21 am
Nyyrikki's head shot back, orange eyes glaring into the branches of the tree for a second. He did not approve of being startled, but was calmed by the sight of a rather... laid back looking boil hanging out in the foliage. He was all for casual, relaxed company - it was often the best kind when classes were over and he was just tired - he just didn't want to be sneak attacked or anything.
He contemplated the suggestion for a moment, staring at the follylop who didn't even bother to look back at him. Would a game even interest the thing? What did you play with a depressed minipet? Pin the cape on Prof. Red?
"What would you play with it? I have no idea."
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:24 pm
Tybalt shrugged as best as he could, without dislodging himself from his perch. "Hmm... not sure... fetch maybe? Err... then again, it doesn't really look like it's in the mood to chase after something..." Now that he actually took a good look at the follylop, it looked as though it wasn't in the mood for anything; much less games.
"Has it always been so... moody?" He asked; still looking at the follylop. Confused of how it could get to this state. Even if it wasn't a dog, Tybalt had a keen interest in minipets, regardless of what they were and seeing one in front of him and looking so depressed... he felt compelled to at least try and help out.
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