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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/12/2016 11:07:22 PM
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I dont remember too many happy things, but ive always loved cardboard boxes for some reason. I can shift to a feral physical form of myself so ill fit in the box, and the pillow is because the ground is hard. And i like wrapping myself in blankets.
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"Well... Um... I live in a cardboard box actually..."
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What're the odds! So do you have extra?
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"Well... It's more like a mansion on the inside..."
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cool! I prefer normal boxes though, no offense meant
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"Well, we still have some normal boxes. I was just wondering if you'd like to sleep on our couch instead."
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That would definitely be an upgrade. *thinks for a sec* Yeah, i think i will. Thanks.
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"Okay, then let's go." *He opens the door for Quincy.*
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*looks for a crutch*
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"Oh, here." *Sketch hands him the makeshift crutch.*
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Thanks. *takes the crutch* * tries using the crutch* Heh. its still holding. *applies pressure on it and it breaks* *thus, i faceplant* Ow. Guess im crawling.
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*He helps Quincy back up.* "I guess I'm carrying you again aren't I?"
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Good thing im not heavy. *is around 70 lbs*
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"Yep!" *He gently picks Quincy back up and leaves the infirmary.*
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Whee. [spoiler]is this getting weird? Im known to get a little edgy around other furries, so let me know if im being a nuisance[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Nah, it's fine. Sketch isn't quite used to carrying around another guy who's a full foot shorter than him, but it's not too weird.[/spoiler] *Eventually they reach a 7X5 foot cardboard box that is right next to the inside of the gate. Sketch pushes it open and walks in. Two small children look up, they both look just like him except their fur is light grey with darker grey spots and they don't have tufts of fur between their ears.* *First child "Daddy you're back! Who's that?" *Second child "Why are you holding him Daddy?" "This is just a friend. He can't walk because he hurt his leg and so I've had to carry him here." *Yerin "Well, it's nice to meet you mister Fox! My name is Yerin!" *Luka "My name is Luka!" *Yerin "Does your leg hurt mister Fox?" *Sketch sets him down on a couch, which seems to be extremely blood stained, to the point that it's rediculous.* "I'll just leave you here while I get you a box. I'll also see if I can make another, sturdier crutch out of PVC pipe so you can move around..." *Sketch walks into another room, closing the door behind him. Both the children stare at him intently.*
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Uh, hiah. Im Quincy. [spoiler]also keep in mind im only 14 in and out of RP. so im not a mister[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sketch is 15, 16 irl. But Sphrinians age twice as fast as people so he is basically 30. His kids have only been around about a year and they're already toddlers. (They grow up even faster than someone who ages twice as fast as a human.)[/spoiler] *Yerin "Nice to meet you mister Kwinsee!" *Luka "What type of fox are you?"
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Im an arctic fox. We're known for our fluffy tails. *moves my tail to fluff it a bit*
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*Luka "That's really cool!" *Yerin "Our tails are fluffy too!" *Yerin curls it around in front of him so Quincy can see.*
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*lets out a small chuckle* I can see that. They are fluffy.
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*Luka "Yeah, dad makes us brush them everyday!" *Yerin "It's important to have a fluffy tail!"
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You wouldnt believe how true that is kiddo. *remembers various occasions where my tail has acted as camouflage, a blanket, or both*
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*Yerin "Yeah!" *Luka nods. He walks over to a shelf, pulling off a pad of paper and a box of colored pencils.* *Luka "Can I draw you Quincy?"
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Uhh.. sure. Why not?
