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unusualebaybears · 1 year
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shurismainbxtch · 29 days
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Tiktok:possumtrot
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pocketsizedpanther · 1 month
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From Tish's movie Possum Trot
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barbietrailerpark · 7 months
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saturdays are for local punk festivals with your favorite people
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kimberly40 · 9 months
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A Southern Tradition: The Dogtrot House-
Prior to the advent of air conditioning, an understanding of local environments enabled southerners to build in ways that buffered the harsh climatic realities. The dogtrot, also known as a breezeway house, dog-run, or possum-trot, is a style of house that was common throughout the Southeastern United States during the 19th and early 20th centuries.
The main style point was a large breezeway (instead of a hallway) through the center of the house to cool occupants in the hot southern climate.
The dogtrot is also known as “two pens and a passage”. One room was typically used for sleeping and the other for cooking. The covered open center passage was the main sitting room in warm weather that was cooled naturally by breezes that intensified in the open passage. The center passage was often used as the dog kennel and thus the name dog trot.
The original dog trots were made of logs with a fireplace on each end. Later dog trots were framed with wood siding.
The first time I ever heard of it was from the “Outlander” Series. The house in Frasier Ridge was a Dogtrot house.
•Read more at Dogtrot houses at https://craneisland.com/2019/11/06/a-southern-tradition-thedogtrot/
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feybeasts · 1 year
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putting this into the world to try to manifest the art I cannot in my post-work state produce:
Howell trotting victoriously on all fours with the spoils of their Trial of Possession (it is an absolute Fuckton Of Slim Jims) in their mouth like a dead possum
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penandinkprincess · 9 months
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okay but babby ellie who has never experienced pet culture who just watches movies in the compound and draws the conclusion that small enough to carry=yes this is my Pet now
ellie, if they wake up to one more possum in the house, they swear to GOD-
“ellie, only cats and dogs are pets.” 
“but paulie was a bird, and he was a pet.” 
“well, yes. okay. cats and dogs and birds are pets.” 
*cue ellie bear hugging a fucking hawk she caught SOMEHOW as she happily trots back home with her new friend who makes VERY funny noises*
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clumsiestgiantess · 14 days
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Part 9 of the poll story; you arrive at the park.
You pull into the parking lot to the large protected park; Ralyr is practically bouncing with excitement.  Sliding your bag over to him, you motion for him to get in, but he shakes his head.  “I trust you.  Just hide me in a pocket until we get away from the other humans.”  
You smile at him softly and nod; offering him your cupped hands.  He hops in on all fours, curling up and settling in like a little animal.  That is what Ralyr is, after all — a satyrian, technically — but still a little creature.  You hide him by stuffing your hands in your large hoodie pocket.  He wiggles around slightly as he readjusts, but otherwise he stays neatly within your palms.  
It's enthralling; your hair stands on end.  Ralyr's bare chest presses against you — tiny lungs expanding and shrinking against your fingers.  At the same time, little padded paws the size of your fingertips press and shift and settle over your hands.  It almost feels as if you have two seperate creatures in your pocket — one a tiny human, the other a small rat.  Two things held very close together, but not possibly one thing.  Pressing your finger lightly against his back to keep him from being jostled, you can feel the almost perfect cut between his leathery human skin and wiry fur.  
Once you walk out to a trail and step a ways into the woods, you scoop Ralyr out of your pocket and let him off on the ground.  In a split second, he leaps out of your hand and scampers away into the underbrush.  Gone.  
Briefly, you worry that he just ran away from you, but moments later, he comes bursting out of a bush beside you, startling you slightly.  “This is amazing!” he shouts, “Come on!  Let's go find a form!”  He rushes down the path ahead of you, skittering along on four limbs instead of two like he used before.  He's a lot faster now.  “Wait for me!’ you call, rushing after him eagerly.
Both of you slow after a while.  Ralyr trots along beside you.  “I didn’t know you could walk on fours like that,” you tell him, glancing down at his little limbs racing over the trail below.  “Isn't that tiring?”  He chuckles, “Not at all!  In fact, walking on two limbs is more tiring.  However, it is more useful and dexterous to do so.  So, I do.”  Along the trail, Ralyr notices a snake sunbathing on a rock, and spots a fox darting into a hollow — eagerly taking note of each potential option, as well as the benefits that would come with each.  
As you continue on down the trail, you begin to notice something strange.  Up ahead, crossing the path, is a clearing of broken trees.  Once you both come to it, you can see it’s very clearly a trail of sorts, splintered and broken through the forest.  “What..?  Did a storm come through here?” you ask, bewildered.  “You would think,” Ralyr muses, “but it almost looks like something rather large walked through here…  Hold on.”  
The little being steps over to a tree and begins clambering up its side.  “Where are you going?” you ask.  He keeps climbing up, and you instinctively walk beneath the tree with your arms out to catch him if he falls.  “I'm checking to see if-  Aha!  Yep, footprints.  Just as I thought.”  Ralyr scrambles halfway down the tree, then leaps onto your outstretched hands.  As he does, a possum screeches from the same tree, scrambling away thinking it was caught.  Ralyr watches it eagerly, hands twitching, but shakes himself off and turns back to you.  “Thanks!” he says with a cheeky smile, sliding off your arm to the ground below.   You follow him slightly off the trail and he points to a divot in the earth.  It's shape is rounded – almost a perfect circle.  It's unlike any animal track you've seen before.  “I think it might be one of my own kind…” he says in awe, “but why in the world would they choose such a big form?”  Ralyr glances back down the park trail, then back down the broken trail.  “I'm itching to go get myself a new form, but…  It's so rare to find another one of my kind just out in the wild like this.  What do you think we should do?”
A) You think a fox would best suit his new form — fast and agile. “Let’s circle back after you get a new form. How about the fox?”
B) You think a snake would best suit his new form — easily hidden and tricky to catch. “Let’s circle back after you get a new form. How about the snake?”
C) You think a possum would best suit his new form — a similar yet bigger version of what he has now. “Let’s circle back after you get a new form. How about the possum?”
D) You’re curious about the destroyed trail. All these animals would always be here, but another satyrian? “Let’s see where these footprints go. We can get you a new form a bit later.”
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I know it’s all white inside, but I just love it so much- it’s so old and not renovated. I think of it as a blank canvas. It was built with Heart Pine trees on the property (11+ acres) in 1887 in Baker, Florida and it’s for sale for $275K. The Baggett family preserved and cared for both land and home for generations (since the late 1800's).
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It has the typical southern center dog trot breezeway-  Essentially, dogtrot houses are a one-story home, traditionally a log cabin, with a large hallway running through the center. Notice the screen door on the right.
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Sometimes the breezeway is called a possum trot, and whether dogs or possums ran thru them was never proven, but the name stuck.
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Isn’t this the cutest living room?
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Sweet little dining room.
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Vintage 50s kitchen. 
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This must be the main bdm. There are 4 bdms. 
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One of the other bedrooms. 
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I have a feeling that this room counts as one of the 4 bdrms.
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Back porch- it always amazes me how people who live in warm states can leave their washers and dryers outside.
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Shed in the yard.
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Look at all the land that comes with it.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/Chance-Ln-Baker-FL-32531/46013689_zpid/
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starstruck-owie · 5 months
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RvB Pets yap session
Alright so i've got a few of these down right. so this whole pet assigning thing started with me imagining sarge with a puppy, and naming that puppy warthog. ITS SO FUCKING UCTE urggg "get in the warthog" fucking dog trots over at the sound of his name "no! warthog stay! down boy." and then theres just a whole bit where hes tryna get warthog to back off or sum idk its silly. What breed of dog would this be though? See I was thinking toy poodle because while i feel like he wouldnt choose it, its cute as fuck so who gives a shit right? Bernese Mountain Dog. Think about it, I did. For a good like 10 minutes while leaving my friend on read because i was thinking so fucking hard. So we either have a toy poodle or bernese mountain dog and I cant get over it, the two are the most best guesses ive got. He walks into the shelter, donut or some1 bringing him there for wtv and he sees this tiny ass toy poodle chewing on a blue dog toy and boom, its his tactical toy poodle he has in his manly tactical purse. While bernese is like so insanely silly its great, the dog knocking sarge over in excitement and sarge trying to order him to attack grif but giving up with a nuetral grunt and saying. "maybe tmrw" or smth ITS SO FUCKING ISLLLY but also maybe beagle just trhowing that out theres would be so sfucking silly too OKAY and then after that we move on to donut right? i got this one almost immediately, parrot. no questions needed, parrot. I cant exactly see donut with parrot.
We get to grif right, Lizard. HEar me out, grif with a bearded dragon. not sure why not sure how but holy shit i fucking love it man.
Doc. See this ones a bit hrmmm not sure because it has to satisfy both doc and omalley and i for somereason think; golden retreiver. doc would have tried to suggest smaller dogs, hes likely looking for a dog ok to be like near people and maybe even like be atherapy dog and omalleys like fuck that these dogs r for pussies and then doc gets to golden retreiver and hes like, i mean sure and boom silly.
Simmons, bunny or guinea pig. feels right.
Tucker, like the legend this mother fucker is. has a snake, simmons kkeeps his distance as things have likely happened multiple times on purpose or not. chicks dig snakes. (im chicks(im a whole male))
caboose already had a pet. RIP.
Church honestly not sure with this dude, could also see him having a lizard or cat. confusing fella. OH MY GOD WAIT hedgehod im sorry it has to be done church with a hedgehog i need it.
Washington, cmon guys you see this shit coming. cat. obviously.
Now if lopez to able to have a pet, right? id like to think maybe a small dog, and he wouldnt out right look for it but he'd find it right, it would have 3 legs and probably be struggling a bit to get around and lopez would take him in and make like a little wheelchair thingy for the little dog and then they become best friends.
tex? not sure honestly, maybe she'd think having a pet is dumb? and i think carolina would just like not be into it really.
drgrey. lizard but not like bearded dragon but like maybe leopard gecko? or maybbe switch dr grey and grif? not sure im confused now but alright reptile awesome possum
Locus. Dove. Locus with a dove, hear me out. It was injured and he helped it out and now its his friend.
felix the bitch would have a snake not because they r evil or anything but felix thinks it makes him look badass, and it does.
give me more characters i want to do mor eof this NEOW
EDITT!!!
KAI TY TO WHOEVER SAID THIS honestly not sure for her hrmmm,, i feel like she'd have a parrot or a turt for some reason not exactly sure why but i do
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xamaxenta · 4 months
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‘Thinking about xenomorph ace’ yeah me too. You’ve ruined me I forgot I had a Thing with this movie xam.
Ok so I like the idea of ace fighting against his old hive but I also like the idea of him being a lost warrior from the whitebeard (called so as the king also has a discoloring that looks like a mustache, the whole hive is like that aces markings are normal to him) and eventually ace gets sabo and Marco to land on his old planet home. Marco and sabo don’t know why he’s so excited until a bunch of xenos melt out of the tree line and instead of attacking ace he bounds over and they turn into an alien cuddle puddle. Sabo and Marco are TENSE but blend in well enough and Marco turns out to be big ol whitebeards favorite after he pulls an old chunk of rebar from a chink in his plating ‘lion and the thorn’ style.
Poor sabo however, he loves it in a way, ace and marco are so happy here but he feels out of place and often wanders the jungle. Only to run into a yuanti. He panics and thinks he’s gonna die until the yuanti introduced himself as dragon and says he won’t hurt sabo. Turns out there’s a group called the ‘revolutionaries’ nearby who’ve learned to live with the xenomorphs and forsaken their old harmful societies and yep sabos found his people. Man turns into a little human yuanti trotting after dragon and tbh ace finds it hot cus sabo is rapidly getting good enough to single handedly fight a xenomorph.
Abuses this to wrestle ace when he gets back to the hive to visit.
Also I posit that bioluminescent xenomorphs are actually common but they only show it off courting a mate so no human has a clue it exists. Aces entire body is freckled and he looks like a starry night sky.
This was less porny but I’m getting sleepy
HELP this is so fuckingn good no listen porn is fun i love that but its the worldbuilding its the lore that has me in an ironchokehold every singnle damn time
You had me at Sabo its getting spectacularly good at fighting a xenomorph and Ace is extremely happy about that!!! Lovely adore it they can have sexy wrassin times
Bioluminescent xenos only using it to court mates is superb marco and sabo only saw flickers back on the space station but now on Aces home planet he can ripple all his pretty lights like hes always wanted
Xeno cuddle pile 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ god wish that could be me altho i suppose im not fierce at all so ill settle for possum
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unusualebaybears · 1 year
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pocketsizedpanther · 2 months
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ANGEL STUDIOS HAS PICKED UP POSSUM TROT (the movie tish produced)
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ratsoh-writes · 4 months
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"I've always wanted to do this!" Kei squealed before kissing his cheek. "Thank you~ Though I do hope you brought a blanket or are ready for me to practically be in your lap the whole ride." she teased.
Lush helps her up onto the carriage like a gentleman. And he cops a quick feel of her bum as she ascends the stairs like a degenerate lol.
The driver of the horse carriage is a sweet little mouseling with the appearance of a possum.
Mouser: you two lovebirds comfortable?
Lush pulls out a large fleece blanket, plenty big enough for you two, and gets you both situated, snuggled underneath. He also has a thermos of hot hot water and some disposable drink cups along with hot chocolate packets
Lush: we’re ready mouser!
You can’t help but admire the two battle boars pulling the cart. The draconic mouseling, identified by his slitted eyes and the little dotted scales on his muzzle nods and brings the boars to a gentle trot
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kimberly40 · 5 months
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Built by Charles McPeeters in 1890, this beautiful Grand Victorian estate is located at 1160 Possum Trot Road in Burnsville, North Carolina. Charles was a merchant. The home features unique bedrooms with en-suite baths, bespoke red oak wood flooring and accents, multiple fireplaces, gracious foyers and sitting areas.
(Photos from https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1160-Possum-Trot-Rd-Burnsville-NC-28714/233158117_zpid/)
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mentallyshattered · 4 months
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This is part 21 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!
(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)
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"Goodnight, Yuu," whispers Grim.
"Goodnight, Grim," I whisper back. Korrak and Mandible are already asleep, and we dare not wake them.
A moment passes. "Grim, do you want to try and find another big stick tomorrow?"
"Hehe. Yes."
And then our eyes close.
It only feels like a moment later that we're up and walking again, back in the Backstage Room for our usual morning routine. The walk there is muscle memory at this point, so we arrive a minute earlier than Epel. Interestingly, Korrak isn't there, even though he and Mandible were out of bed when Grim and I woke.
Meh. I'm too tired to think about that and add it to my mental list of clues in the quest to unravel the mystery that is our human roommate and his 'possum familiar.
More people file in as I brush Grim's fur to the smooth and silky shine that is expected and achieved daily by every furry familiar in Pomefiore. I'm still half-alseep when I squeeze a dash of kitty toothpaste onto Grim's kitty toothbrush, but that doesn't last.
With my own hair brushed and Epel on my left, I think it's going to be a normal day. Still, something feels off. Very off. I'm unsettled, and I don't know why.
Then it hits me. Slowly, like something oozing onto my head, it hits me. If Korrak has pilot parents, then why did he do so well against Floyd?
This is going to keep eating at me until I solve it. Sigh. And I have classes today.
" 'Ats th'matter, Yuu? Yer lookin' pretty worn-out, an' th' day ain't even really started."
"Myeeh. Classes."
Epel looks at us, confused- before laughing. "We ain't got no class t'day, 's a weekend!"
Grim and I both thank whatever forces gave us a day off. Epel, Grim and I hurry through our routine and go to breakfast- eggs on toast.
I still haven't seen Korrak or Mandible today.
Before I can properly register it- or wake up- Grim and I are adventuring through the woods outside our dorm, continuing our quest for a stick.
We carefully dig through the leaves before I step anywhere, exercising all the caution we feel we'll need to ensure the perfect stick does not escape our notice nor break before we may properly obtain it.
The woods are peaceful. Grim has dismounted from my shoulder in favor of trotting along the forest floor, through the yellow-brown that carpets the grass and tree roots.
His ears perk up. He looks suspiciously at nothing, head turned, and then calms, ears lowering. Still, he's clearly on edge.
I've got a feeling about this. It's a little dread, settling in my stomach like tar, but there's also some determination, sitting atop the dread like snow.
The question about Korrak is still eating at me. It's harder to ignore now that the sleep has left my eyes and mind, but I'm setting it aside nonetheless to search for the stick. Still: why would he lie? Did he even? Maybe it's just redacted information he's not comfortable sharing, as opposed to an outright lie. Maybe his parents taught him self-defense.
But... that didn't look like professional self-defense. It looked like something learned on the streets- but how would I know? I'm new to this world, maybe that's just what their jujustu looks like.
What's that? It sounds like... chittering. I look at Grim. He's facing roughly north, at the source, ears pointed forward. He makes eye contact with me. The message is clear: I'm not just dreaming. There's something- or someone- out there.
Hold on. More chittering? It sounds... different, somehow. A different voice? Wait. That sounds a lot like Mandible. And the other voice is talking now, could that be...Korrak?
What language could that be? Not French, that's for sure... maybe something else?
Wait. I've heard people talking about an "Animal Linguistics" class. If animals have their own language... and Mandible is an opossum...
Grim and I make eye contact again. He's connected the dots, too. Another question: why is Korrak speaking opossum? I've heard other people talking to their familiars during meals and in the Backstage Room, but they don't speak the animal language- they speak their human language, and the familiar chirps, barks, chitters, or otherwise make animal sounds back. I often can't understand either side; a lot of Pomefiore people speak Dutch or Spanish or something.
This mystery just keeps expanding. My mental pinboard has even more yarn on it now, and no extra answers.
The chittering has stopped. Maybe that wasn't Mandible and Korrak? Meh. We have a stick to find!
The woods are pretty and peaceful. Leaves crunch underfoot and underpaw, respectively, and rocks must be carefully avoided- lest I fall over. Grim is a quadruped, so he doesn't have that risk.
Ow! Tree roots. I also have to watch out for tree roots. Wish I remembered that before I fell flat on my face, but it's a little late for that.
"Are you okay?" I know that voice. That's Mandible.
"I'm fine," I start, lifting myself from the leafy forest floor. But, before I ask about what was overheard, I catch myself. They probably wouldn't react well if I asked.
Wait... this is a new area of the forest. I'm standing on the edge of a clearing, set in an indent in the ground, like a reverse hill. The inside of the bowl-like shape is all leaves, with some decent-sized boulders around the edges. One, two... Thirteen boulders, arranged in a circle. Some have sharp edges, others appear entirely smooth. All are grey, but various shades- some are far darker than others. A few even look to have stripes, like the igneous rock I learned about in middle school science class. It's very pretty.
There's an indent in the leaves- a path where someone walked. This must be where Korrak was earlier.
"What are you two doing out in the woods?"
Before I can respond to Mandible's question, Grim jumps in for me. "We're gonna get a big stick to make into a toy!
"Oh, that sounds fun! I think I saw one over here!" Mandible hops down from Korrak's shoulder and trots down the steep slope, into the clearing. I follow, take one step down, trip again, and fall- a hand wraps around my right wrist, and I realize I'm pulling Korrak down with me. He's strong, but gravity and momentum are stronger.
I hit the ground first. My arm breaks my falk for most of my body, but my hips don't get that, and throb with dull pain. I don't feel blood. Then, Korrak hits the leaf litter- and exclaims something when he does. It's not English, but the chittering we heard before. He sounds indistinguishable from an actual opossum.
Oops. I'm staring. And he's noticed, too. Time to try and pass it off as an "I was worried" thing.
"Myeeh! Are you two okay? Yuu? Yuu!"
Well, Grim's beat me to it. And, oddly enough, Mandible is chittering at Korrak. I think he's asking if we're alright.
I stand, stretch, and offer Korrak my hand. He takes it, and I lift him. "You good?"
"S-sure am. Thanks." He pauses. "Are you?"
I nod. "Yeah. Sorry about that."
"Yuu! Do you need ice?! I can summon some!"
"Don't, Grim."
Korrak is looking at me now. "You're pretty fluent in Cat."
I look at him, right into his smokey grey eyes. "What?"
"You're p-pretty fluent in Cat. I'm impressed."
"What do you mean by that? How can I be fluent in a species?" Only after the words leave my mouth do I remember Animal Linguistics is a class.
Korrak bursts out laughing. "Animals have languages. You seem p-pretty fluent in Cat, especially considering it's not y-your native language. That's what you and Grim are speaking. What's h-h-he saying, anyway?"
"He's asking if I need ice and offering to summon some."
Korrak laughs. "G-good ol' Grim."
"By the way, what did you mean by 'not my native language'?"
He pauses, nervous. "W-well, I'm assuming your native language isn't Cat. You seem f-fluent in it, th-though."
"I'm assuming the chittering is you and Mandible speaking Opossum, then."
Korrak nods. "Y-yeah. It's my, um.. Nevermind."
He whispers the last part, just a faint draft of breath, but my ears catch it anyway. Grim's do, too. This time, I take notice of how his words sound- he's speaking Cat.
"Your what?"
"Your what?" I echo his words, in English this time.
"N-nothing." That's a sound he doesn't usually stutter. He's nervous.
I give him a look. He doesn't cave, not yet.
"Found it!"
"Myeeh, that's too thin... maybe. Hey, Yuu, over here!"
I walk over to Grim and Mandible to look at the stick. It's wildly thin, and is shaped like a paperclip someone tried and failed to straighten out. It's not going to work.
"Yeah, too thin. Thanks for trying, Mandible." I spare a glance at Korrak. He's still standing there, nervous. I'm a little scared to leave him alone. Not completely alone, obviously- he'll still have his familiar- but an opossum can only do so much, and... sigh.
"Come on, hench-human. I wanna see Sam's. I heard there's a tuna discount!"
Of course, he's thinking of tuna. His favorite food. He's never told me, but, in the other world, my Grim loved tuna beyond any other food. He loves it here, too.
Maybe we'll run into Rook there; we can ask him for help if we do. Hey, that's right- Rook is probably here somewhere, supervising. Korrak will be okay.
I laugh. "Alright, Grim, let's go and look."
Taking one last glance at the nervous, purple-haired boy and the furry marsupial, we leave the little bowl clearing behind us, questions put aside in our heads.
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