XXI † Orpheus (
clockstopped) wrote2009-03-02 06:23 am
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►Private Thread; Shadow!Naoto & Orpheus
[He brought one of the foxes home. Probably while he was asleep. Sneaky bastard. But the scolding can be handwaved in lieu of the more pressing matter of Naoto's short strand of text messages on how the little tweak seemed to be fond of trying to murder shadows. Being an adorable woodland creature only covers so much. Carrying a bad of random things from the pharmacy and unlocking the door with the other, half-expecting to find blood all over the walls or some other Worst Case Scenario. Disaster area do not want.]
... Naoto?
... Naoto?
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'Raidou the 40th' helped me find my world.
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[Back to staring at the bandages. It occurs to him that maybe he should have put a note on the bathroom door, just in case someone tried to use it while the fox was still running around in there. Hm.]
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It'll work itself out.
/fails
[Since otherwise he's going to be stuck living in a mall for all eternity.]
How much did those- [Vague gesture towards the bag.] -cost?
YOU DO NOT
Oh? ... It wasn't much. Don't worry about it. [Though the receipt says differently. Well, differently for people who don't have a bottomless wallet, but to each their own.]
YES I DO/willshutupnow
...
[Naoto would go fishing for that receipt if he hadn't been told not to worry about it. Fine, then, he'll just go back to staring at the bandage-ing. :|]
LIESSSSS *hugs >W*
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...Thank you.
[B-back to cleaning stuff up off the floor, now.]
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[And opens the door to put the things away, not really worrying about it, when SUDDENLY - FOX TO THE FACE. Where it proceeds to chitter happily.]
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[......... What the shit.]
*SO, SO LATE* Go ahead and ignore this? :D;;;;;
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[Oh. Apparently, Fennec foxes really can jump four times their own body length.]
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[Apparently they can! There's the moment's hesitation of "Why is it on my face?" before his free hand grabs it by the scruff of its neck and pulls it off, resuming the walk inside and kicking the door shut so it doesn't get out. Stupid fox.]