"Oh please. Don’t patronise me, lady." He’s about to say something else, but he stops, and attempts to calm himself. "I already said I would go with you. Multiple times. So I will. You don’t need to endlessly justify yourself. Especially if you apparently consider me…” Too incompetent to look after himself?
"….Never mind. I’ll go, okay.”
FoxTrot shrugged. apparently she’d hit a sore spot, but he’d agreed to come along and that was good enough.
"Okay you two, hop on and hold on tight." she extended a foreleg for the two to climb on, explaining as their little feet tickled her shoulders.
"The place I’m taking you two is outside of town, Some old Human had a house out in a woody area, but once he died it was left untouched. I’ve been there for a good while now and there’s something that I think you two would like."
Oh, great. A literal cabin in the woods. He attributes the feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach to this.
"Right." He’s not sure what else to say, so he just keeps quiet, and focuses on not falling off her back instead.
"Something we’d like?" Pinky ponders the possibilities. "Is it cheese? I like that. Or a great big castle made of mashed potatoes? I would really like that. Oooor. Hmm. Narf. Is Xena Warrior Princess there? Brain likes her a lot. Last Halloween he dressed up as Xena and I was Gabrielle and it was fun-fun-silly-willy." He kicked his legs happily at the memory.
Foxtrot bit back a laugh at the idea of Brain dressing like Xena as she loped across a road that was thankfully deserted.
"Sorry Pinky, No Xena or Mashed potato castles at this place. But I can’t tell you much more unless you want to whole surprise ruined. I’m pretty sure I could get you some cheese though. I’ve been on my own so long that nicking food from Human shops has gotten really easy for me.
They were leaving the city far behind, travelling on the edge of a forest next to the road. a small yellow strip of cloth fluttered on a branch a few yards ahead.
"Aha! That’s our Marker boys. we turn here and we’re ten minutes to the cabin!"
Oh god.
He bites back the urge to loudly exclaim the word “fuck” because sonofabitch that’s none of her business and when he hears her laugh he clenches his fists and decides he really, really does not like this lady.
"A castle made of mashed potato wouldn’t be livable in. It would rot. And it wouldn’t be decoratable because potato is not a solid object." Not in that way, anyway. He turns to the ground and tries to hide how red he’s gotten.
He looked good in that dress. He still wishes Pinky hadn’t blabbed, though.
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