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paixaorpg2011-10-10 12:04 am
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Would you like to try a mousicle? [Completed]
Character(s): Basil, Toby and whoever finds them Alice, and Hatter
Content: The mouse is homeless and cold
Setting: Somewhere outside, possibly in a snow bank
Time: Evening
Warnings: ...Uh. Idk?
"Ch-ch-chin up, Toby old boy, we'll find somewhere warm to sit in no time," Basil chattered through clenched teeth. His coat was doing a decent job of keeping the cold out, but his poor hound was having a devil of a time with the snow. Basil himself had taken to using one of Toby's front paws as a wind break, so wasn't getting quite the brunt of the harsh weather. He was reminded of that every few moments when his hound was buffeted so strongly the poor old boy yelped. Each time made Basil cringe, and not just because of how loud Toby could whine.
"O-on s-s-s-second thought, Toby, perhaps it would be best if we rested for a spell. There's a bench right over there that should block out some of this wind." Basil patted Toby's paw in the right direction, and the hound started shoving his way through the snow over toward it.
Content: The mouse is homeless and cold
Setting: Somewhere outside, possibly in a snow bank
Time: Evening
Warnings: ...Uh. Idk?
"Ch-ch-chin up, Toby old boy, we'll find somewhere warm to sit in no time," Basil chattered through clenched teeth. His coat was doing a decent job of keeping the cold out, but his poor hound was having a devil of a time with the snow. Basil himself had taken to using one of Toby's front paws as a wind break, so wasn't getting quite the brunt of the harsh weather. He was reminded of that every few moments when his hound was buffeted so strongly the poor old boy yelped. Each time made Basil cringe, and not just because of how loud Toby could whine.
"O-on s-s-s-second thought, Toby, perhaps it would be best if we rested for a spell. There's a bench right over there that should block out some of this wind." Basil patted Toby's paw in the right direction, and the hound started shoving his way through the snow over toward it.