02-23-2021, 02:23 PM
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A sudden thunk on the roof almost makes the fox jump out of his very skin, wide eyes flicking up toward the ceiling only to scoff at himself for being frightened when he sees a familiar long tail. Scoffing at his own skittishness, Mulder jumps down to greet his mate only to gasp at the item he hauls in. The fox hops over like a rabbit, examining the device in almost a daze before he snaps out of it. [b]"Wow... this is... Did it come form the junkyard?"[b] Someone's going garbage diving soon and a certain other someone is getting dragged along. But, for now, he seems quite pleased with this offering.
[b]"Couch...? Couch... Ah! The precursor aliens would sit on one of those and watch these babies for hours!" He slaps his paw on top of the tv with gusto (though Barghest himself knows more about the "aliens" than he does) then twists to nose his husband's arm. "Thank you, baby. I was thinking the same. We'll need room for a new book shelf and a new artifact collection of course... Assuming the soil is okay, we could have room for an herb garden for you." He's happy that he's made a decent selection, swishing his tail as he mentally tries to deal out a floor plan, when his attention is drawn to the doorway.
"That's us! Good things I hope. Sorry for the mess," he says a little flustered, as though they could magically have gotten in order already. He looks up at the tiger, processing the information with speed as he nods, "Good to meet you, Aurum. We sort of, kind of, left literally everything behind. So we're not picky really." And everyone. He laughs it off but a wistful sigh tailing the end indicates that he's still bummed some about it. Their friends, their enemies. More than a year of research down the drain. The whole planet. (Does that make him a homesick alien?) All he can depend on is his mind to keep track of his memories and knowledge until he can write it all back down and it's not always so reliable after the big crack in it.
"Actually, you know what, I hate answers like that." Why leave someone guessing when he can give an actual solid answer? I'd love some paper or- or maybe a blank book, with something to write with." Mulder looks up to his husband to see if he has anything to add before flashing Aurum a toothy smile, then extends that same smile to another guest. He's used to being the smallest being in the room but sometimes he wishes he were just a wee bit taller so he wouldn't have to crick his neck so much to get a good look at others. He dips his head to the winged female then mulls over her proposition, tapping his prickly chin with one paw.
"Thanks. Hmm... I think we two can handle it but do you think you have any paint or something like it hanging around?" Anything to cover these eyesore walls is fine with him and already he spies some holes that need to be closed up. His eyes return to her again and he chuckles. "Yeah, we tried to rough it but ugh, the bugs... Dens were okay when I was a loner but I'm spoiled now. And of course my big princess here has a time getting leaves out of his fifty pounds of fur." Mulder jabs his husband's side, snickering.
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how could you be what i want to see?・°☆A sudden thunk on the roof almost makes the fox jump out of his very skin, wide eyes flicking up toward the ceiling only to scoff at himself for being frightened when he sees a familiar long tail. Scoffing at his own skittishness, Mulder jumps down to greet his mate only to gasp at the item he hauls in. The fox hops over like a rabbit, examining the device in almost a daze before he snaps out of it. [b]"Wow... this is... Did it come form the junkyard?"[b] Someone's going garbage diving soon and a certain other someone is getting dragged along. But, for now, he seems quite pleased with this offering.
[b]"Couch...? Couch... Ah! The precursor aliens would sit on one of those and watch these babies for hours!" He slaps his paw on top of the tv with gusto (though Barghest himself knows more about the "aliens" than he does) then twists to nose his husband's arm. "Thank you, baby. I was thinking the same. We'll need room for a new book shelf and a new artifact collection of course... Assuming the soil is okay, we could have room for an herb garden for you." He's happy that he's made a decent selection, swishing his tail as he mentally tries to deal out a floor plan, when his attention is drawn to the doorway.
"That's us! Good things I hope. Sorry for the mess," he says a little flustered, as though they could magically have gotten in order already. He looks up at the tiger, processing the information with speed as he nods, "Good to meet you, Aurum. We sort of, kind of, left literally everything behind. So we're not picky really." And everyone. He laughs it off but a wistful sigh tailing the end indicates that he's still bummed some about it. Their friends, their enemies. More than a year of research down the drain. The whole planet. (Does that make him a homesick alien?) All he can depend on is his mind to keep track of his memories and knowledge until he can write it all back down and it's not always so reliable after the big crack in it.
"Actually, you know what, I hate answers like that." Why leave someone guessing when he can give an actual solid answer? I'd love some paper or- or maybe a blank book, with something to write with." Mulder looks up to his husband to see if he has anything to add before flashing Aurum a toothy smile, then extends that same smile to another guest. He's used to being the smallest being in the room but sometimes he wishes he were just a wee bit taller so he wouldn't have to crick his neck so much to get a good look at others. He dips his head to the winged female then mulls over her proposition, tapping his prickly chin with one paw.
"Thanks. Hmm... I think we two can handle it but do you think you have any paint or something like it hanging around?" Anything to cover these eyesore walls is fine with him and already he spies some holes that need to be closed up. His eyes return to her again and he chuckles. "Yeah, we tried to rough it but ugh, the bugs... Dens were okay when I was a loner but I'm spoiled now. And of course my big princess here has a time getting leaves out of his fifty pounds of fur." Mulder jabs his husband's side, snickering.
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( sugar honey ice & tea )
[Size=8pt]mulder reaver ☾ fox ☾ the pitt ☾ 2+ yrs
( sugar honey ice & tea )
[Size=8pt]mulder reaver ☾ fox ☾ the pitt ☾ 2+ yrs