02-01-2020, 07:43 PM
[span style="text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #087F6A;"]Sterling[/span]
'I'm not here to sell scarves' Now that really didn't make sense. Why would a scarf salesperson not be there to sell scarves? His head would tilt at this, speaking up once more. "That's not a very sound business practice then." The lynx said very matter of factly. His eyes narrowed as he digested the chorus from the two of 'Not being there to hurt him'. He ducked his head back down for a moment to confer. "They don't want to hurt me? If they don't want to hurt me, what of my bucket?" He rose back up for a moment, scrutinizing the two for a moment, before once more ducking his head back down on the other side of the wall. "I don't think they are here for that. If not then why?"
'I just want to know who you are' OH. MY. GOD. Had he truly been so rude? He had never introduced himself! His eyes got wide from the sudden realization, head shaking the bucket off and letting it clank down to the floor before promptly being picked back up into his maw. Seems his new trinket was lost to the floorboards inside of the decrepit building he was hiding in. With a quick shake of his fur he hopped out of the hole and sat as neatly as he could, head tilted just a bit. He rose one big paw up and swiped harmlessly through the air with a limp joint. "Oh my oh my I have been entirely rude please forgive me! Sterling at your service, Ma'am and bird!" He gave a wide smile from around the handle of the bucket as well as he could, talking carefully through the somewhat closed mouth. Surprisingly articulate considering.
He listened carefully to the birds questions, tilting his head from one side and then to the other. "My head? Oh no no no. If I am ever in danger of that I my bucket here!" He gave it a swat with his paw as if to emphasize just in case the bird didn't understand what he was talking about. Seriously, how could one hurt their head with such fabulous and fashionable protection. The swat let out a long resonating 'tinnnggggg' To which Sterling grinned wide. Delighted. In standard fashion though, Sterling answered the birds questions in reverse. 'Are you...alright? Healthy?' Absolutely he was alright and healthy! Could someone not healthy create such wonderful sounds with just his paws? He thought not. "Do I look ill? Could someone ill and unhealthy make such wonderful music?" He inquired before flipping his bucket upside-down and proceeding to tap tap tap on the top of it with both paws, carefully balancing himself on his hind legs, still in the sitting position. Boy he was getting really into it; swaying his head a bit from side to side, even humming a small bit.
It took him a few moments to snap out of it before he rested both front paws on the back of the bucket. "See with your lookers and gaze upon a clean bill of health!" He said proudly, shaking his fur out just a bit and sitting just that much taller, clearly proud of the point he had certainly made. "And now. Who might you two be? If you aren't here to sell me a scarf then I am simply perplexed as to what you want of me." He nodded his head, those tufted ears flicking a bit sending some dust from the floor tumble he took before falling from them.
'I just want to know who you are' OH. MY. GOD. Had he truly been so rude? He had never introduced himself! His eyes got wide from the sudden realization, head shaking the bucket off and letting it clank down to the floor before promptly being picked back up into his maw. Seems his new trinket was lost to the floorboards inside of the decrepit building he was hiding in. With a quick shake of his fur he hopped out of the hole and sat as neatly as he could, head tilted just a bit. He rose one big paw up and swiped harmlessly through the air with a limp joint. "Oh my oh my I have been entirely rude please forgive me! Sterling at your service, Ma'am and bird!" He gave a wide smile from around the handle of the bucket as well as he could, talking carefully through the somewhat closed mouth. Surprisingly articulate considering.
He listened carefully to the birds questions, tilting his head from one side and then to the other. "My head? Oh no no no. If I am ever in danger of that I my bucket here!" He gave it a swat with his paw as if to emphasize just in case the bird didn't understand what he was talking about. Seriously, how could one hurt their head with such fabulous and fashionable protection. The swat let out a long resonating 'tinnnggggg' To which Sterling grinned wide. Delighted. In standard fashion though, Sterling answered the birds questions in reverse. 'Are you...alright? Healthy?' Absolutely he was alright and healthy! Could someone not healthy create such wonderful sounds with just his paws? He thought not. "Do I look ill? Could someone ill and unhealthy make such wonderful music?" He inquired before flipping his bucket upside-down and proceeding to tap tap tap on the top of it with both paws, carefully balancing himself on his hind legs, still in the sitting position. Boy he was getting really into it; swaying his head a bit from side to side, even humming a small bit.
It took him a few moments to snap out of it before he rested both front paws on the back of the bucket. "See with your lookers and gaze upon a clean bill of health!" He said proudly, shaking his fur out just a bit and sitting just that much taller, clearly proud of the point he had certainly made. "And now. Who might you two be? If you aren't here to sell me a scarf then I am simply perplexed as to what you want of me." He nodded his head, those tufted ears flicking a bit sending some dust from the floor tumble he took before falling from them.
[align=center][span style="text-shadow:1px 1px #087F6A;"]"Do not believe madness to be a curse, mortal. For some, it is the greatest of blessings. A bitter mercy perhaps, but mercy nonetheless."
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