01-14-2021, 02:14 AM
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SAINTKIT
HARDLY KNOW HOW BAD IT GETS
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Saint had been in The Pitt for a little while now – a month or so, if his memory proved him right. Of course, he could've been wrong, considering how rattled he had been when he had first joined. Regardless, the boy liked to think that he was gradually settling in, and becoming used to thinking of The Pitt as home. Not only that, but he had begun to think of some within the group as family. Aine was like a mother to him – her soft words and patient nature naturally fit her into the role, and caused the child to often be stumbling after her paws. This meant that Gael was slotted into the grandfather role, one that the orange cream colored feline looked up to a great deal. The older fox was similarly patient, and seemed as though he constantly had something on his mind – some plan that he was ready to execute. Saintkit was desperate to feel that way, since it would mean that he would have some sort of direction, something he had been severely lacking since the death of his parents. For now, he had found that sense of direction in The Pitt, and caring for and "protecting" his family, although it was doubtful that he could do too much actual protecting at the moment.
If the boy had known that Gael's birthday was approaching, he would've been eager to craft or find some sort of gift for the vulpine. Alas, he didn't have any knowledge yet of Gael or Aine's birthday. Or Trygve's, for that matter, but Saint was still pondering how he felt about that particular puzzle piece. It was because of this unaware nature that Saintkit found himself curious about what Aine was doing, purple eyes lighting up as he spotted her within the central marketplace. He was quick to make his way over, carefully slipping between the legs of various customers all around, milling about the usually crowded central area. Once he was near, he let out a cheerful little hum to announce his presence, head cocked to one side as he questioned his mother figure, "Hi, Aine! I wasn't expecting to see you out here in the marketplace. I didn't think you liked big crowds... what have you got with you?" His curiosity immediately zoned in on the tucked away gift, wondering what it could be, and who it was for.
If the boy had known that Gael's birthday was approaching, he would've been eager to craft or find some sort of gift for the vulpine. Alas, he didn't have any knowledge yet of Gael or Aine's birthday. Or Trygve's, for that matter, but Saint was still pondering how he felt about that particular puzzle piece. It was because of this unaware nature that Saintkit found himself curious about what Aine was doing, purple eyes lighting up as he spotted her within the central marketplace. He was quick to make his way over, carefully slipping between the legs of various customers all around, milling about the usually crowded central area. Once he was near, he let out a cheerful little hum to announce his presence, head cocked to one side as he questioned his mother figure, "Hi, Aine! I wasn't expecting to see you out here in the marketplace. I didn't think you liked big crowds... what have you got with you?" His curiosity immediately zoned in on the tucked away gift, wondering what it could be, and who it was for.
━ GUESS I'LL JUST GO BACK TO BED┆PITT PUP. ━
you tried to refrain, but you try anyway
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