PIECE BY PIECE / joining

[hushsound.]

Hush was really one of the worst people to go and welcome in a joiner, especially one such as Caesar, since the chimpanzee was so far up and away from the small golden feline that it was nearly impossible for him to get his attention without his voice. Still, he could try at the very least, especially since he could feel a sting of anxiety in his chest at just watching the father and his child sat up on the gate. Yes, Caesar was a monkey, and was certainly far more qualified for sitting up on the gate of the Typhoon than say, Hush, but he was still petrified that the other male was going to plummet to the ground, killing both him and the little child that he seemed to be speaking to. The vision of it immediately made the young hero of the wild feel nauseous, and he moved over to where the gate was quickly, hesitating for a long moment before placing one of his paws against the gate, stamping his little foot against it so that it would produce a noise that would hopefully grab Caesar's attention. Whether or not the chimpanzee looked down or not, Hush found himself freezing and just staring up at Caesar with a dumb look on his face. What exactly was his plan now? He couldn't call up to Caesar, and he doubted that the other would be able to read from up there, but... he didn't really have any other options, now did he?

Taking a deep breath, he shoved his paw against the gate for several more times before waving his front paws around, trying to get Caesar to descend to the ground. He then crouched down against the dirt ground, using his claws to dig out letters carefully, "HELLO? COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHY YOU'RE HERE? MY NAME IS HUSHSOUND, AND THIS IS THE TYPHOON." He hoped that the other actually came down and read it, because if he decided that he was more comfortable up on the gate and didn't care about the small golden feline frantically flailing his arms, then Hush would be forced to just sit there and wait for someone who could speak to come over. In the back of his mind, part of him was worried that Caesar would be like the chimpanzees that he had read about or met in the wild, the ones that had an unpleasant habit of slinging their feces at anything that proved to be even the slightest annoying to them, but it thankfully seemed as though Caesar wasn't one of those types of chimpanzees, at least if his speaking to his son was anything to be believed – even though Hush had only heard about half of the short conversation thanks to the fact that they were so high up compared to him. He found himself wishing that he was able to climb up things better these days, like back when he had been known to many as Link.

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