You're walking taller than you should

[lightning_tied]

Characters: Fox, open
Location: Plaza
Time: Midday. Or any time, really.
Style: Any
Status: Open


All right, he would admit it. The time he had spent in this city felt something like a vacation. Sure, he had to settle in. Get used to the idea of whatever controlled this place not doing things according to his schedule. See that it wasn’t—for the most part—hostile. But after everything sank in, his days were full of sleeping late and no obligations.

Fox did have his limits, though. And he could feel them edging up. The closest things to interests that he’d picked up were watching the plaza for new arrivals, and just exploring the city in general. The former felt hopeless, but he was less keen on the latter until he had a little more distance from the craziness that was the last week. So here he was, not really watching for newcomers so much as wandering the plaza. This was easily the part of the city that he knew the best, almost as well as his own apartment. Heck, those first few days he’d practically lived here.

. . . yeah. He needed a hobby.

Some people found jobs, he knew. But Fox wasn’t so far gone that he was ready to resort to that out of mere boredom. Would he be though? There was a bitter thought . . .

Comments

[flyingdreams]

[Mrs. Brisby was also not so much the adventuring type, but her typical time waster was sewing. And, now and then, she had to go back out and collect supplies. Today happened to be one of those particular days, as she's coming back from the store, carrying an armful of fabric and thread as carefully as she can.

So, perhaps that is a point of interest for Fox, so long as he isn't unobservant enough to step on her.]

[lightning_tied]

[Fox did not notice the mouse, at first. Not until something else in that direction drew his attention.

He was getting used to the strange sights, but a feral mouse walking around with fabric still stood out. He couldn't help but stare.]

[flyingdreams]

[She's carrying enough that she has to jog on two legs, which she seems to be somewhat decent at. It's still slow going, in the end.

She drops a spool of thread, grumbling to herself in frustration.]

[lightning_tied]

[The whole thing is so odd that Fox forgets himself for a moment. And just a moment, before he realizes how awkward he must look. He puts a hand behind his neck and starts to speak, in spite of himself]

Uh. Excuse me?

[flyingdreams]

Ah? Yes?

[She turns to look, though when she sees him, she freezes.

PREDATOR...]

[lightning_tied]

[Fox had turned away, avoiding eye contact and missing any reaction of terror. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but it seemed like he was committed now.]

Sorry. It just looked like you could use some help?

[flyingdreams]

H...help, yes, ah...

S-sorry, ah, that's rude of me. My name is Mrs. Brisby...

[lightning_tied]

It's Fox. Nice to meet you.

So, uh. Can I...?

[flyingdreams]

Y-yes, I would very much appreciate that...

[She starts juggling her stack, offering the spools and needle and keeping the fabric.]

[lightning_tied]

[Fox had no idea how pace was going to work, but he takes the spools in his palm anyway.]

Where are we going?

[flyingdreams]

Ah, I was just heading home. But... well, if you don't mind, would you help me collect a few other things? I haven't gotten anything for dinner.

I mean, only if it's not too much trouble...

[lightning_tied]

Oh, uh. Sure. Of course.

[It wasn't any trouble, really. Distractions like this were exactly what Fox had been hoping for.]

[flyingdreams]

Ah, thank you, you're very sweet. How long have you been here, Mr. Fox?

[lightning_tied]

Just about a month now, I guess. How about you?

[flyingdreams]

Ah, well, it's been quite a bit longer, for me...

[lightning_tied]

Oh...uh. What's it like? Where you come from.

[flyingdreams]

I live on a farmer's field, near the garden... it's very nice, and very safe from wild predators. I only really have to worry about Dragon, the farmer's cat. And larger bugs.

[lightning_tied]

[Bugs?]

Ah. That sounds. Nice.

[He might have asked her how well she made it by here. But since it looked like she was the more experienced with this place, if anything he should have been asking her for advice.]

[flyingdreams]

[Y'know, spiders and stuff like that.]

It was very nice... I can't wait to go back. I haven't given up on going home just yet!

[lightning_tied]

Of course. It sounds like people do that all the time, right?

[Granted, some of them came back...]