vatheon | You're walking taller than you should

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You're walking taller than you should

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 . . .

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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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?

Ah? Yes?

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

PREDATOR...]

[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?

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

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

It's Fox. Nice to meet you.

So, uh. Can I...?

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

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

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

Where are we going?

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...

Oh, uh. Sure. Of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

[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.]

[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!

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

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

[Things had certainly been settling down since she had arrived. It had been some time since the last curse had been lifted, and well... life had been pretty great.

Today Krystal ventured down to the Plaza, going to get some supplies for the week. She was dressed rather casually, but she was still very much recognizable, as she had continued to wear her tiara and cuffs on her tail.

However, she was actually unaware of Fox's presence, currently figuring out what to plan for her meals. Hmm... Hmm... ]

[Fox had less intent in his venturing, but was just as unaware as Krystal. He had taken a moment to rest by the fountain, and his attention was focused there.]

[Krystal continues to peruse the selections she had, then finally made her decision. With her bag of supplies, she turn to head to another store. As she does turn, her vision goes past the fountain.

Wait just a moment. She double-takes back to the fountain, grasping onto her bag. Was that really him? She stays still, but calls out to him. ]

I-- Fox?

[From no place that he would later remember, Fox snapped to attention.]

Krystal?

[It really was him.

She smiles, wasting no time to draw closer to him. Someone familiar was here, someone that she knew. It was so relieving to see someone else here. ]

When did you get here?

[Fox nearly takes a step back, but he stops himself.]

I, uh. Just a few weeks ago

[She tilts her head. He had been here all this time, and she didn't know. That's... really strange.]

Really? I've been here since the beginning of this month.

Oh. Huh, I guess...we must have showed up around the same times.

[He might find it funny how normal he was trying to act if he wasn't right in the middle of it. Fox could not have describe what he was feeling at the moment.]

[Neither could Krystal, to be honest. The only thing that she could really describe in this cluster of emotions was the odd sense of relief. Other than that... Nothing else could be pinpointed.

Smiling, she sets down her bag. The vixen figured she would be standing here for more time than she had imagined.]

Interesting to know that. I suppose the curse that had appeared could have made it a bit difficult for us to even find each other, but I... [There's a small pause, and her tail slightly wags.] I'm glad that you're here.

[At the moment, Fox wasn't quite sure what to make of that. But in the grand scheme he supposed it made sense. But knowing that didn't make speaking any easier.]

I..uh. How have you been? Since getting here.

I've actually been fairly well. The people here are very friendly, which is considerately a plus. How about yourself? You haven't gotten into too much trouble while here, have you?

[Her tone is teasing, she only means well, even if she's can tell that the air around them is wavering on awkward. She doesn't want it to be like that, though.]

No. No...trouble.

[He looks to the side and scratches his neck. Was there a better place that this meeting could even go?]

[If she could just pinch his cheeks, she totally would. Same old Fox, ahh... ]

Good, I wouldn't have wanted to come here and seen that you were getting yourself into trouble.

[Wouldn't you now. Fox didn't say that, of course. He didn't really know what to say.]

So, uh...

[Yeah, well. Yeah.]

Hm?

[Okay Fox, stop being awkward.]

Do you think we should, uh, meet together later or something?

[What. What was he saying.]

Well, I don't see any harm in us not meeting up later.

[Ahah...hah.]

Maybe take a walk about the park, or relax in one of the cafes?

Sure. We can..catch up.

That sounds lovely.

[The bags that she had almost forgotten about were not to be forgotten any longer, she reaches down and grabs them.]

For now, I must depart, I still have some shopping to do before I head back to my apartment.

[Before she actually does leave, she says one last thing to him.]

You know how to reach me when you're ready. I have such a flexible schedule as of late.

Right. Sure.

[What just happened. Something was definitely odd, but he couldn't quite place it. It seemed that he was going to be getting the opportunity to figure it out, though...]

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