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Post by Tawni Meyer-Weber on Dec 28, 2019 0:16:28 GMT
QUIET
The air was humid and bright, a lack of warmth nip nip nipping at the noses of all of those who had the discomfort of going outside. A soft trot trot trot echoed through the storehouse, the TV in the background droning on and on in it's own monotone monologue. With a yawn, the ewe plopped down into her seat. Tawni rocked back and forth in her chair, fiddling with the needles in her hands as she looped the yarn across the tip. The orange glow from the street lamp outside danced through the storefront window, an old busted bulb flickering off and on as the time seemed to tick on.
Quiet was comforting. The passage of time slowing down by the seconds as each moment made itself known. Perhaps these 24 hours could become infinite with enough patience? Tawni felt as her ear flicked off to the side, scratching the side of her horns as she waved off the thought. Life was too short to be thinking of such trivial things. Loop, pull, loop, pull, switch. A simple rhythm played at the end of her needles. Dramatic interludes rang from the screen, dramatic screeching met with an equally dramatic violin solo.
"Don't you ever get tired of that show?" Arlo piped up as he stumbled down the steps , bundled up in his winter coats. The white wooled sheep looked up from her needlework, a small smile stretched across her face. "No, of course, never! It's all so interesting~ Why don't you come sit with me, dear?" Tawni pat the seat next to her, then moving to open up her arms for a hug. The snow wolf paused for a moment, cracking the spaces between his fingers before stumbling over to squeeze her gently and kiss her forehead.
"Next time, Tawni. I need the cover the crops before the frost gets to them first." Silently, he rubbed her wool through his fingers then made his way to the door. With one last wave, the Greenland wolf disappeared into the crowd. Tawni sighed to herself, rocking back into her chair, letting her mind get lost in the growing convoluted plots before her. Ding-a-ling-a-ling! Her ears perked up as she looked over the counter and towards the singing door to await a new customer to arrive.
A chicken laid nestled cozy under several layers of jackets, the passing light of the train tunnel beaming through the windows of the crowded cart. There was always an unprecedented tension about riding the train, especially those of the poorer districts. Maybe it came from having to sit at such close proximity to carnivores who could tear you to shreds in the blink of an eye, or maybe it was the threat of conversation that shook the feathered nerd. Why had she even came out this far? Was it really worth seeing this naive girl? She had promised though... and if she had a feeling that not coming was definitely not an option. It was a grating feeling that she had never experienced before, worrying about disappointing someone. She raised her head from her phone and glanced around the train, everyone was minding their own business, at least she had that going for her. Before she could return to her phone the train's old rusted rails came to creaking finale. People rose and exited around her, forcing her along in their chaos.
With panicked motions Ava stumbled and tripped out of the cart barely escaping with her life among the shoving. That was the other danger of these mixed species carts... everyone was always so pushy. She swore once she had seen a goat get shoved so hard his legs broke, but that was just speculation. Her eyes wandered up to the signs around her, it was the city square right? Feathered fingers rubbed at her eyes as she carefully made out the letters, this was definitely the place. She wandered out of the tunnels and was immediately struck blinded by the beaming lights of the sun reflecting off of the massive buildings around her. The last time she had been this deep in the city must've been college... glad to know its as fake as ever. It was that radiant light that had drove her to the slums in the first place. Not just the literal light but the fake atmosphere of dishonest between carnivores and herbivores, everyone was lying and everyone knew. She spat at as she walked along, holding her backpack straps carefully, "stupid city..." Her eyes wandered to the skies where other birds danced merrily from building to building. It was a privilege of birds capable of flight to claim air space and make use of their exclusive right, it was disgusting. Lowering her eyes to her phone she followed the Zoozle lines carefully to meet up at the address. Ocassionally she'd glance up to find people staring at her, come on I'm not that weird... its no more deceitful then what you all are doing.Her overdressed style was clearly drawing more attention then was worth.
After a few more blocks she found herself face to face with the store, a clothing boutique of some kind. Not that Ava was very well adjusted to that kinda stuff. She wasn't the kind of girl that prettied over every outfit, and she often relied on men's clothes to cover her whole body. With a deep breath and a gulp she put on a fake smile and wandered into the shop, Ding-a-ling-a-ling! The chicken's whole body jumped as the bell rang above her head. CURSE YOU BELLS!!!!
Post by Tawni Meyer-Weber on Dec 28, 2019 6:02:44 GMT
QUIET
Tawni’s ears twitched at the ringing of the bell, a smile crossed her face as she waved over to the chicken who stumbled onto her store. All at once, a new smile spread across her face as though the emotion was merely one to be handed out like candy. “Good evening! How may I help you today?” With one fluid motion, she turned off the TV and trotted over to the spooked chicken, tenting her fingers together gently. Her eyes trace the many jackets that bundled the creature up- layer upon layers becoming a folded rainbow of cloth near the openings. Without a second moment to wait, she beckoned the fellow herbivore closer to the nearby heater. “Come! Come! You look so cold! Stand here while I grab you something to warm up!” As though saying no would be just a suggest to her, she left the fluffy feathered bird where she stood, running up the stairs and then back down again- carrying a small cup of soup.
“Here! Take it! It’s freezing outside! Warm up!”
There was a way the sheep seemed to move, like cotton dancing upon wind, she seemed to glide around the store in a similar manner. Her face changed ever so slightly with each subtle distractions that could possibly come her way, an enchanting series of expressions that seemed to light up the room all on their own. “You must be Nissin from that ‘Beastbook’ right? Dinner will be ready very soon, I just need to wait until it’s time to close, okay dear?” Tawni took Nissin’s hand into hers, squeezing them in hers before letting go. She quickly passed a stool over to her, sitting across in the sofa by the heater, blowing into her own cup of soup. “Tell me about yourself. How did you date go? I’m sure it was lovely~”
She took a sip from her cup, the aroma of vegetable soup filling the air in puffs of steam. Only the sound of the creaking door seemed to keep them company- the smoke of the crowd outside fading in and out of view as they passed by the store window. Tawni glanced out for a moment, as though it was merely a small habit of hers to pass the time- a way for seconds to become infinite in her little fabric store. Otherwise, her eyes were locked straight at Nissin’s, awaiting whatever romantic story the chicken was willing to tell! Excitement and expectation seemed to riddle her face as she warmed her hands along the edge of her cup.
It all happened so fast, almost as if she was swept up in a giant woolly twister. It all started with a simple "how can I help you?" and next thing Ava knew she was being offered a warm cup of vegetable soup. She had somehow fallen into a lifetime reality show, this person could not be real. Fidgeting feathers stood still scared to provoke any unwarranted help, oh god this was not worth it. After a few minutes of waiting she found herself met by a fresh cup of noodles. Even through all of her clothes she could feel the wafting warmth of the soup, it was clearly homemade. The fresh scent was something that the noodle girl had never gotten to experience, all too used to the way her microwave meals tasted. Before she could react to the whirlwind of fluff she found her feathered grip scooped up into a ball of yarn. It was almost like she was being treated like a normal person for once... or well that's exactly what was happening. This was beyond the average hospitality, for just a moment Nissin felt truly at home. A soft and nervous clucking rose out from under the moving clothes hanger, "Th-thanks... i-its uh... Ava... you can call me just Ava." With a relieved sigh she blew into her own soup. The gentle scent wafted up towards Ava's beak and brought her right back home. With a soft and fluffy, fwomp, the big chicken took a seat on the stool.
Leaning in prepared to take a sip of her wonderful drink, she was suddenly met by an unexpected topic. Soup quickly launched out of the chicken's beak and straight at the grateful host who provided it. Luckily it had already cooled by the time Ava had been startled but it showed the extent of shock on the panicked chicken's face. Quickly she threw off layer upon layer and began offering them to Tawni through frantic bows, "S-sorry, sorry i-it was j-just... I-I didn't expect you to remember that!!!" Once the mess has been cleaned up Ava began clicking her shoes against the wooden floor, "I-it went great! H-he's such a dear..." She looked away, she couldn't just say she was making a joke this late in could she? A pure ball of black down was met by a white cotton ball, if someone was watching in from the outside they would certainly think the yarn had come to life. Can someone just save me from this awkwardness...
Beastars is the original work of Paru Itagaki and Back-Alley Beastars is owned by Jellycat and Bladedcat.
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