[Open Post] You get m' goats!

[mal_badinlatin]

The problem with having a passel of baby goats, is that it adds to their number, and that means more critters to look after. He's considering thinning the herd, but he's got four good milk-producing nannies and Grumper is good guard goat (if a mean ol' son of a gun) and Goober, while a goofball, has fathered some good stock

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[pinkduelist]

Have a Utena outside wondering about the running baby goats.

"Mal?"

[mal_badinlatin]

Mal comes loping along, trying not to excite the goats any more than they already are, but not walking slowly like a predator, to spook them even more.

There's a little grey goat in a flower bed, sniffing at the marigolds. "Okay, Bandit, them flowers look tasty, but I got some nice apples f'r yah back at th' barn."

"Naaaaah!" Bandit replies and scampers away.

"[Godsdammit]," Mal grumbles, then spots Utena, looking a mite embarrassed for cussing in front of her.

[pinkduelist]

Utena runs after the naughty goat kid.

"Listen to your master, Bandit!"

[mal_badinlatin]

The kid emits a "Naaaah!", that comes off as a snotty little retort, and darts off down the lawn.

"Darn goat," he mutters, darting after the critter, hoping they can box the kidlet in some nook somewhere.

[nuns4money]

A familiar friend may join him in the kitchen.

"You smell of goat... whats up?"

[mal_badinlatin]

"Had to track down the goatlets when they decided to explore the garden: didn't want 'em eatin' the roses," he says. Then he looks from the pie to her and back again. "You know anythin' about this?" he asks.

[nuns4money]

She leans forward in her outfit and smiles. "I don't know about the pie, and I just like my boobs. Is today special for you?"

[mal_badinlatin]

"My birthday," he replies, smirking a bit, appreciably, as he gets an eyeful of her. "Nearabouts: it's on th' edge a' summer an' autumn."

[itsnotrelevant]

At some point during the afternoon, Mal might turn to find River kneeling on the ground and staring into the eyes of one of the baby goats like it's the most fascinating thing she's ever seen.

She did come to see Mal and she'll get to that just as soon as she's done communing with the livestock.

[mal_badinlatin]

The goat is nibbling on a large, pink clover flower and looking at her, it's odd yellow eyes with those horizontal slot pupils like a perpetual curious squint.

Mal comes upon her, while trying to track one of his critters, and pauses, watching the pair. He's never quite sure if her kookiness is charming or annoying or a little bit of both, but at least she's keeping one of the little rascals busy,

[itsnotrelevant]

"Little souls," she murmurs under her breath, "big world." She leans forward to gently headbutt the little goat, long hair spilling around her, and giggles. Then she hops up, light in her combat boots, and pulls a flower out of where it was hiding in her skirt as she dances over to Mal. She means to tuck it into a buttonhole or pocket of his jacket or shirt.

She's in a good mood today, and fairly lucid. Communing with goats notwithstanding.

[mal_badinlatin]

At least she's not entirely kooky today, and that whispering to the goatlet actually brings a smile to Mal's face. "Found yerself a little friend there, River?" he asks.

There's a certain vague annoyance about Mal's thoughts: he's thinking about how tricky it's going to be to get the last of the goatlings back into their pen, and how it's a pain in the pinfeathers to be spending this day chasing the little buggers, but... his thoughts aren't all grumpy.

[in_summer_leaf]

A sound of laughter and then muffled cursing comes from beyond the brick wall, where one of the baby goats has indeed gotten into the garden and gone straight for the hedge of roses Hisoka has been pruning. (He doesn't care that it is not technically pruning season yet.)

This is not just a line of rosebushes, mind you, it is an immensely overgrown fall of wild rose vines and a couple of varieties of climbing hybrid rose. He cut part of this vast cluster down; it fell onto the lawn, and the goat bolted into it and wormed its way into the center of the mass. Hisoka slithered in after the goat, trying to catch it before some nameless disaster befell it. Unfortunately, he was still in his tank top and the thorns have found him and now have him pinned. He has one hand wrapped around the goat's leg. "Oh no you don't, you little rascal!" It is a moot point, which one of them is not going anywhere.

[mal_badinlatin]

He'll hear feet tramping about outside the mess of rose vines and other snarly things, and if there's anything resembling a gap, he might see Mal's riding boots and the skirts of his leather duster through the gap.

There's a string of grumpy curses in Chinese, and then Mal asks, "Someone in there? Thought I heard a voice."

"Naaaah!!!" the kidlet retorts, as if to say 'No one in here but us goats...'

[in_summer_leaf]

There is indeed a gap, the one Hisoka followed the goat into. And if Mal bends down to take a look, he'll see at least one of Hisoka's boots. As the little kid bleats its disclaimer, Hisoka grabs for its other leg. Now he's got two of them and is pulling the goat closer so he can get a better hold on the little critter.

"You by any chance missing a goat or two, Captain Reynolds?" he calls.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Yeah, whole lot of the little kidlets found a gap in th' fence and invited theirselves out for a little stroll in th' garden," Mal says, peering in through the gap. "Need a hand gettin' out there, Hisoka?"