[ the strays will have to live as strays (as if they already didn’t have a handful of volleyballs lying around for their convenience. picanha merrs as she hops from the door knob to a piece of furniture and then up some, watching both lazarus, the lack of lycka and the innocent orange chicken trying to show off its (still growing) skills in the art of hitting a volleyball with your head. it fails quite terribly, but it has the spunk and encouragement from its owner to keep trying.
shorty after, shōyō comes dashing to an almost skidding stop into the open living room. the sun has been left jobless tenfold ever since it left the sky, for shōyō is doing more than an excellent job keeping people warm in its place. he’s all wide, excited grins and would’ve jumped lazarus for a hug right that instant if picanha hadn’t caw!ed with certain warning. whether it had been the suspicious stains or the grime . . .
??? to hell with that, shōyō has him be the shoulders anyway. ] Man, [ an embrace it was, with a pat over the other’s shoulder blade and a chance to get a whiff of everything (which isn’t so bad— have you ever returned to a locker room with a team of boys that just finished three sets?). ] Where’ve you been?
[ once he retreats and has his hands on lazarus’ shoulders, he guides him to the kitchen— scooping up the chicken to give it a job well done. always.
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[ the strays will have to live as strays (as if they already didn’t have a handful of volleyballs lying around for their convenience. picanha merrs as she hops from the door knob to a piece of furniture and then up some, watching both lazarus, the lack of lycka and the innocent orange chicken trying to show off its (still growing) skills in the art of hitting a volleyball with your head. it fails quite terribly, but it has the spunk and encouragement from its owner to keep trying.
shorty after, shōyō comes dashing to an almost skidding stop into the open living room. the sun has been left jobless tenfold ever since it left the sky, for shōyō is doing more than an excellent job keeping people warm in its place. he’s all wide, excited grins and would’ve jumped lazarus for a hug right that instant if picanha hadn’t caw!ed with certain warning. whether it had been the suspicious stains or the grime . . .
??? to hell with that, shōyō has him be the shoulders anyway. ] Man, [ an embrace it was, with a pat over the other’s shoulder blade and a chance to get a whiff of everything (which isn’t so bad— have you ever returned to a locker room with a team of boys that just finished three sets?). ] Where’ve you been?
[ once he retreats and has his hands on lazarus’ shoulders, he guides him to the kitchen— scooping up the chicken to give it a job well done. always.
(the chicken loves him). ]