[Time for another of Bitey's accidental video posts // open to action tags]
[The device comes on as Bitey tosses it into a snowbank (face up, luckily). He's decided to poke around the city this afternoon, and something caught his attention: an outdoor Christmas tree. Where it is we're not sure, but what matters is this can only end badly.]
[He plucks a blue ball ornament from the tree, feeling it for a moment before whipping it at the ground. It shatters much to Bitey's satisfaction. A purple ornament meets the same fate, then a gold one. However, the next one he grabs is a red ornament covered in glitter. He throws it, then finds his hand smothered in the stuff. With a huff, he tries to shake it off, then rub it off with his other hand which only makes things worse. As a last resort he rubs his hands on the fur on his legs. It works more or less, but now the glitter's in his fur. Oh well. Something else on the tree catches his eye - or rather his appetite.]
[That something would be a popcorn string. The Brackenwood native is quick to yank it down and strip it bare - then use it as floss for all those sharp fangs of his. Bored of throwing ornaments around, he climbs to the top of the tree and out of view. When he jumps back down, the star from the top of the tree is now stuck proudly on Bitey's right horn.]
[The feed cuts then, but he's still around, messing about with the tree.]
[He plucks a blue ball ornament from the tree, feeling it for a moment before whipping it at the ground. It shatters much to Bitey's satisfaction. A purple ornament meets the same fate, then a gold one. However, the next one he grabs is a red ornament covered in glitter. He throws it, then finds his hand smothered in the stuff. With a huff, he tries to shake it off, then rub it off with his other hand which only makes things worse. As a last resort he rubs his hands on the fur on his legs. It works more or less, but now the glitter's in his fur. Oh well. Something else on the tree catches his eye - or rather his appetite.]
[That something would be a popcorn string. The Brackenwood native is quick to yank it down and strip it bare - then use it as floss for all those sharp fangs of his. Bored of throwing ornaments around, he climbs to the top of the tree and out of view. When he jumps back down, the star from the top of the tree is now stuck proudly on Bitey's right horn.]
[The feed cuts then, but he's still around, messing about with the tree.]