Yanku wondered if the bags somehow (in any way shape or form) inhibited the other's sight. Well, not seeing things but seeing the correct things. His eyes, though, were focused on the cookies. Food. Hungry.
The smell was wonderful to begin with. Hardly greasy like the lumps of fat with sugar the Noodle Lady called cookies. Not dirty like the cookies left outside and not soggy like cookies in the rain.
Instead of answering the 'Are you dead, fox?' Yanku made a 'che ch ch ke' sound in the back of his throat and settled back on his heels a bit, compacting downwards... before springing. It was a good pounce for a two-legged person.
He planned to land squarely on the other's back - so he could reach over and steal the bag of cookies.
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Yanku wondered if the bags somehow (in any way shape or form) inhibited the other's sight. Well, not seeing things but seeing the correct things. His eyes, though, were focused on the cookies. Food. Hungry.
The smell was wonderful to begin with. Hardly greasy like the lumps of fat with sugar the Noodle Lady called cookies. Not dirty like the cookies left outside and not soggy like cookies in the rain.
Instead of answering the 'Are you dead, fox?' Yanku made a 'che ch ch ke' sound in the back of his throat and settled back on his heels a bit, compacting downwards... before springing. It was a good pounce for a two-legged person.
He planned to land squarely on the other's back - so he could reach over and steal the bag of cookies.