The fox crouched in the shadow of a chair, making himself small pressed against the baseboard, and watched the area around the door with bottle-green eyes.
How the fuck did Rocket manage? Except how he was bigger than Mildmay found himself now, and his paws were more like hands than the useless things at end of the fox's legs. So he waited, and hoped nobody would see him.
Finally someone opened the door. Mildmay didn't care so much who it was or where they were going, he was just glad it meant going through the door. The bitchkitty, on top of all the others about this, was he wasn't used to being a fox. And the building frustration plus wanting to get out the door before it shut plus wanting to go slow and stealthy.
Yeah, he shoulda known better. It was all his fault, when he ran smack into his door-opening savior's legs.
(Mildmay hasn't quite figured out the shapeshifting part of his "swap" yet. Or any of the other parts. But he'll be getting unstuck in his next tag. Threading with a nonverbal animal isn't usually fun for anyone involved.)
Mildmay (OTA)
How the fuck did Rocket manage? Except how he was bigger than Mildmay found himself now, and his paws were more like hands than the useless things at end of the fox's legs. So he waited, and hoped nobody would see him.
Finally someone opened the door. Mildmay didn't care so much who it was or where they were going, he was just glad it meant going through the door. The bitchkitty, on top of all the others about this, was he wasn't used to being a fox. And the building frustration plus wanting to get out the door before it shut plus wanting to go slow and stealthy.
Yeah, he shoulda known better. It was all his fault, when he ran smack into his door-opening savior's legs.
(Mildmay hasn't quite figured out the shapeshifting part of his "swap" yet. Or any of the other parts. But he'll be getting unstuck in his next tag. Threading with a nonverbal animal isn't usually fun for anyone involved.)