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While it is MARVELLOUS to have a timber wolf for a boyfriend when one has been transformed into something generally considered small and snackable by most of the rest of the animal kingdom, Miniver finds that he cannot, logically, reside on his boyfriend's head for however long it takes to fix this. So until then, he's taken up residence in the tissue box that was still next to the fireplace where he and Pickles had it yesterday.
For a while it seemed a good idea to just hide in there until Pickles returns from wherever he's gone -- but then it occurred to the mouse to worry that someone might try to move his box, mistaking it for discarded trash, or take his tissues. So after brief thought, the mouse worked his teeth into the side of the box and began to tug away a strip of the shiny outer colored stuff, showing white underneath. He uses AWESOME GRABBYPAWS and more gnawing to tear along a more or less straight line. This he does until letters have been gouged out of the side of the box:
MINE
It got the point across. But Pickles still wasn't back. Thus it remained that the only choice must be to allow one's enterprising and adventurous nature take hold and go QUESTING.
He doesn't go far. Nor does he need to. The world is surprisingly full of interesting trash when you're small enough to fit half your head inside a thimble. Thus in short order, the mouse has managed to find a bottlecap, some string, and a sewing needle. Using teeth as well as agile rodentpaws, he gets the string tied around his belly with a knotted loop as a sheath to hold the needle. Is a sword! (Which, admittedly, he can't really use -- it was hard enough tying knots with two front paws, his teeth, and a back foot. But it's very decorative!) And the bottlecap, after a little more gnawing (mouseteeth are apparently all kinds of kickass strong, and bottlecaps are WEAK LIKE THE GODS THEY SERVE), the bottlecap has two holes in it, and there's string around that, and voila -- a helm worthy of any brave knight. (And as soon as he finds some gum and an unsuspecting bird, he'll add a plume, too!)
This mouse just DARES you to mess with his castle, yo! And hey -- maybe now he's just threatening enough to be able to protect his wolf boyfriend, too. From what? Uh. Well. He'll think of something. Maybe really big cats. In the meantime, Sir Miniver the Cheesy, bravest knight in all mousedom, is patrolling his domain.
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For a while it seemed a good idea to just hide in there until Pickles returns from wherever he's gone -- but then it occurred to the mouse to worry that someone might try to move his box, mistaking it for discarded trash, or take his tissues. So after brief thought, the mouse worked his teeth into the side of the box and began to tug away a strip of the shiny outer colored stuff, showing white underneath. He uses AWESOME GRABBYPAWS and more gnawing to tear along a more or less straight line. This he does until letters have been gouged out of the side of the box:
MINE
It got the point across. But Pickles still wasn't back. Thus it remained that the only choice must be to allow one's enterprising and adventurous nature take hold and go QUESTING.
He doesn't go far. Nor does he need to. The world is surprisingly full of interesting trash when you're small enough to fit half your head inside a thimble. Thus in short order, the mouse has managed to find a bottlecap, some string, and a sewing needle. Using teeth as well as agile rodentpaws, he gets the string tied around his belly with a knotted loop as a sheath to hold the needle. Is a sword! (Which, admittedly, he can't really use -- it was hard enough tying knots with two front paws, his teeth, and a back foot. But it's very decorative!) And the bottlecap, after a little more gnawing (mouseteeth are apparently all kinds of kickass strong, and bottlecaps are WEAK LIKE THE GODS THEY SERVE), the bottlecap has two holes in it, and there's string around that, and voila -- a helm worthy of any brave knight. (And as soon as he finds some gum and an unsuspecting bird, he'll add a plume, too!)
This mouse just DARES you to mess with his castle, yo! And hey -- maybe now he's just threatening enough to be able to protect his wolf boyfriend, too. From what? Uh. Well. He'll think of something. Maybe really big cats. In the meantime, Sir Miniver the Cheesy, bravest knight in all mousedom, is patrolling his domain.
[ooc: replies will be slow until mun finishes work!]