We're Tired, And We're Hungry, And We're Bored | [Maybe Temp?] Joining

[arcy]

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trying to hold the wind

Moomin found it kind of strange how many people still treated him like a child despite him being ... so much bigger than them. Like, it was a mixed bag of who did and who didn't, but it was still a strange ratio. He wasn't convinced half of these people had even seen a bear in their life!
"I'm not a kid!" Moomin says with an annoyed whine. His voice is pitched high, so it really doesn't help his case -- but he isn't! However, he's incapable of being annoyed for more than a few seconds at a time, so with an annoyed slump, he huffs and lets it go. He mumbles a greeting to -- uh. The tiger. Started with a K? Kave? Kade. Right. "Y -- yeah! Hey -- why does your fur look like that?" Moomin mouth goes faster than his brain, some days. His alarm is evidenced by his sharp squeak, eyes going wide. "S -- Sorry! That was rude. I haven't met many cats before," Moomin interjects hurriedly. All of the cats he'd seen so far hadn't had so little fur on their face and paws, though! Even so, he feels terribly bad for asking.

elysium - polar bear - 2 years