Room 429, Saturday Evening

[raspberryturk]

It had been a long day, and Reno had gotten permission to beat people up for candy, which meant that Deadpool was the coolest adult ever. But, as really cool days tended to go, there was always a time when wee Renos had to retire to their bedrooms again, in order to pull on their pyjamas and get ready for be

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[once_a_traitor]

Edmund had spent the day in the forest fighting evil. But now he was tired and hungry and wanted his bed. "What's honking?" he asked, peeking over at Reno.

[raspberryturk]

"It's a weeeeasel," Reno answered, reaching a little deeper into the cage in an attempt to pull Mako out. "But he's all squirmy and stuff, an' doesn't wanna come out!"

Really, no sane individual would blame poor Mako, would they?

[once_a_traitor]

Ed came over and crouched down, peering into the cage. "Come on, weasel. We only want to play!"

[raspberryturk]

Mako honked and hunkered down closer to the corner of the cage. Crazy people! Little crazy people!

Reno was not to be deterred, however, and he crawled on top of the cage and finally managed to fish the poor thing out, grabbing onto one of his legs and dragging Mako a bit before grabbing on.

"Got him!"

[once_a_traitor]

"He's very squirmy. But you have to be careful, because weasels bite!" Ed proclaimed. "Honk honk honker-honk?" he asked Mako, trying to communicate.

[raspberryturk]

Squirm! Get away! Must get free! Mako writhed and wriggled and squirmed some more, until Reno put him down on the top of the cage, shutting the cage behind him. Darn. So much for that-- Ooooh. The other crazy kid was talking to him!

His accent was a little off. Mako was going to have to bounce around and honk!!! in order to show him how to properly say... whatever it was he was saying.

Reno fell into a hush, staring at the ferret.

"He's talkin' with you!"

[once_a_traitor]

Edmund's eyes widened. "I didn't expect that to work! I was making things up. I don't really speak weasel." He cleared his throat and tried again. "Honk honk honk?"

[raspberryturk]

Honk!

That honk was mostly because Reno was still holding on to his tail, but what the wee crazy people didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right?

"I wonder what you're sayin' to him," Reno asked in a hush, staring in awe. Communication! It was amazing!

[once_a_traitor]

"Honk, I think. I hope I don't insult his mother. I wonder if I think really hard about what I want to say, and then try to say it in weasel, he might understand me!" Edmund concentrated very hard on wanting the weasel to nod its head. "Honk honk honk honk?"

[raspberryturk]

Mako was not nodding his head. Mako was jumping up and down as best as possible from on top of the cage, trying to get free. And then he managed to wriggle his way out of Reno's grasp, and that was that. Off like a rocket he went... Toward the edge of the cage. Where he stopped, and then stared at the floor.

"Maybe you ain't honkin' right," Reno asked, squinting and leaning close. "Or did you want him to do that?"

HONK.

[once_a_traitor]

"No, I don't think so," Edmund replied uncertainly. "You try if you think you can do it good!"

[raspberryturk]

Reno thought for a moment, and then he mustered up every ounce of honking power he had and he let one loose.

"HONK!"

Mako did nothing. Well. That wasn't entirely true. Mako kind of stood there, staring. What the heck.

[once_a_traitor]

"I think you might have scared him," Edmund said after a moment. "You don't have to be so loud!"

[raspberryturk]

"Oh..." Reno leaned over and inspected Mako for a moment, and then he tried again, in a whisper. "Honk?"

Mako, by this point, was looking for a way down from the top of the cage. Freedom? Freeeeeeeeeeeeedom?

[once_a_traitor]

"That's better. Maybe we should give him some food? Weasels like food. It says so in my books."

[raspberryturk]

Ooooh. That was a good idea!

Reno thought on that for a moment, and then blinked up at Edmund. "What kinda food do weasels like?"