originally posted in:The New Dojo
*while walking around in his feral form (looks like a normal arctic fox), Quincy eventually sees the large spaceship and the huge ramp*
How have i not noticed that yet?
*he curiously pads up the ramp, his short claws/nails/whatever the heck they're called making a pitter patter noise as he ascended the ramp. Ry would have heard him coming by now. He peeks his head in*
Hullo? Anyone in there?
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[b]This scares Ry. She jumps, and turns around. She is breathing heavily.[/b] "Wh-Who are you?"
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Its me, Quincy. remember, the fox thing from earlier?
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"Y-You don't look exactly l-like him..."
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Oh, sorry. Sometimes i forget to change back. *goes out of sight and shifts back to normal, well, as normal as an anthropomorphic arctic fox can be* *walks back into sight* There, all better.
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[b]This seems to put her a bit off edge. Just a little, though.[/b] "O-Okay... What are y-you doing here?"
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Came to say hi, i suppose, see how youre doing.
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"Oh... Well, I'm doing okay."
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Make any friends? *shrugs*
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"Guy named Leone. He's living with me."
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Well that was fast. Like, on the ship?
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"Yeah."
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Wow, super fast. So, uh, do i smell food? -nose twitches at the scent of one of my favorite foods... burnt anything-
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"Uhh... Yeah. Want some? I've got plenty."
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sure. i dont eat a whole lot though, so i shouldn't be too much of a nuisance to your food supply. *stomach gurgles quietly*
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Edited by Dain Is Fren: 10/27/2016 2:00:23 AM[b]She gestures towards a plate of burnt stuff. It looked more like charcoal than food.[/b] "Dig in, buddy."
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*licks the side of my muzzle* Yummy! *takes the plate to the table and starts carefully eating with my paws, trying not to make a mess*
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[b]She just sits there.[/b]
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Edited by Pamhakat: 10/27/2016 3:23:23 AM*slowly finishes what appeared to be bacon* Mmm... best burnt food ive had in years... Thanks for this by the way, first time someone's invited me to eat in a long time.. *sniffle* So... uhm... *cant seem to get a conversation going after recalling the first time someone invited him to eat, which turned into a sad memory*