originally posted in:The New Dojo
*Sketch looked around, trying to figure out where the scent and sounds were coming from. He hadn't left his box in ages, having been working on a special "project" of his. He had just left for a breath of fresh air, still wearing the clothes he was working in. The amount of grease stains all over him made it look like he had been living in a car engine. He was wearing a battered, worn and greasy tool belt with a large strip of mesh hanging off the side. His shorts and t-shirt were greasy as well, but their wearless appearance clashed with the belt. On his head was a welding mask and he had a few spots of fur that seemed to be singed. He lifted a hand, placing it between his ears to scratch the tuft of fur which called that spot its home.*
"Is that the sound of... Puppies?.. Kittens?.."
*He continued to look around while sniffing the air.*
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Snow entered the main courtyard, four mini versions of her and Vorim cradled in her arms. She had grown herself significantly to make this possible. She seemed to be attempting to hum them to sleep with a lullaby.
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*Accompanying her was Vorim, who took two of the puppies and cradled them in his own arms. Sketch's eyes widened as he saw this and immediately started searching for a spot on his body where he could wipe his greasy hands off. Reluctantly he chose his tail, which was the only clean and well kept body part. He then trotted up, his hands now in an ideal state of cleanliness for petting puppies.* "Oh my god... They look just like you two!"
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Snow smiled, chuckling softly as she bent her knees in a mini- bow. "Thank you, Sketch. Its good to see you again." she said, smiling. It honestly had been some time since they've seen each other.
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Edited by Skatch142: 5/8/2017 1:53:49 AM"It's good to see you too! I would hug you guys literally and figuratively seem to have your hands full." [u][b]Would you like to hold one of them, Sketch?[/b][/u] *His eyes widen and he smiles, reaching his arms out for a puppy.*
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Snow chuckles and gently deploys one of the hyper-active trouble makers in Sketch's arms. She giggled excessively, grapping Sketch's nose and squeezing it, as babies do. (Ever had a baby squeeze your nose before? Its an interesting dilemma)
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(No, I haven't. But I've never held a baby before either.) *His nose squeaks when it's squeezed and he giggles, nuzzling the pup happily.* "You guys haven't told me their names."