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Sowing Seeds
"Come here...isn't your paw hurt?"
Giorno had full intentions of stealing a mid-day nap, but Croccante was high on one of the broken pillars beside the door to his room. The white cat eyed him but didn't come down. Giorno sighed and rubbed his head. Just looking up for too long was hard when he had been on his feet for longer than an hour or two.
It had been just two days since he cured Joseph. He had slept almost the rest of the day through and that was all he was allowing himself after making himself so scarce for a whole week. At some point doubt would creep into the community gossip and that was the last thing he needed to manage.
Giorno leaned against the pillar and put some of his energy into the ivy vines that crept up it. The flowers burst open, surprising the small cat, and urging her to leap down--right onto his head. He quickly pried her out of his now-mussed curls and inspected her paw. A little splinter poked out of the pink pad, and he squinted to pluck it out--and missed. And tried again--and missed. His hands were shaking. Croccante's tail was swishing in irritation. He summoned all his focus and managed to fix his fingers around it to pull it out, and the fluffy cat bolted out of his arms not a moment later.
"Yes, yes...you're welcome." Giorno watched her take off down the hall.
Giorno had full intentions of stealing a mid-day nap, but Croccante was high on one of the broken pillars beside the door to his room. The white cat eyed him but didn't come down. Giorno sighed and rubbed his head. Just looking up for too long was hard when he had been on his feet for longer than an hour or two.
It had been just two days since he cured Joseph. He had slept almost the rest of the day through and that was all he was allowing himself after making himself so scarce for a whole week. At some point doubt would creep into the community gossip and that was the last thing he needed to manage.
Giorno leaned against the pillar and put some of his energy into the ivy vines that crept up it. The flowers burst open, surprising the small cat, and urging her to leap down--right onto his head. He quickly pried her out of his now-mussed curls and inspected her paw. A little splinter poked out of the pink pad, and he squinted to pluck it out--and missed. And tried again--and missed. His hands were shaking. Croccante's tail was swishing in irritation. He summoned all his focus and managed to fix his fingers around it to pull it out, and the fluffy cat bolted out of his arms not a moment later.
"Yes, yes...you're welcome." Giorno watched her take off down the hall.
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“I wonder….given the state of things, perhaps the ecosystem has been disrupted and its food supply has dwindled…?”
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“Foxes are social. This one has walked quite a long way with no sign of a family…”
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When he pulled out a bag of jerky, the fox's ears popped straight up. He tossed it a strip--and it bounded up to catch it in mid-air.
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"Look, I just know how to pick my battles," he said as he and the fox played a game of tug of war with another strip of jerky.
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“It might as well…little freeloader.” Chilchuck stood and brushed his clothes off. “C’mon, let’s hurry back to the villa before Giorno settles in for his beauty sleep.”
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"Did I miss anything?" She glanced over at the others, waiting for any of them to fill in any details she omitted that they felt were important.
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Even though everyone had arrived just in time for dinner and the smell of it permeated the dining hall, Giorno was only drinking tea.
"...Well, with how much effort it's made to ingratiate itself, how could I say no?" The fox was curled up around Chilchuck's leg where he sat, occasionally brushing his ear with the tip of it's furry tail.
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