Flaky felt Flippy disliked her.
The porcupine was naturally distant from the other critters in this town. With so many species ranging from small chipmunks all the way to large moose, it was natural for some to form groups based on their biological makeup. Flaky would often hang out with her fellow rodents, Toothy and Handy the beaver cousins, and her best friend Cuddles the rabbit. But even with a friend group, she still held her distance physically. Her quills are a darker red and fan outwards unless held down by bobbypins. She had to be, even as a herbivore, she was still the biggest rodent in her group. She'd often had to relearn how to sit down lest she accidentally squish her friends. This caused Flaky to hang around others who were sturdier. Flaky was hanging out with Pops and his son, Cub. This led Flaky to take a job as a babysitter for the young bear to get some extra cash while also filling that loneliness in her heart. Pops and his group of bears, Flippy, and the obviously staged name, disco bear, would sip beers and watch the game. Flaky would come in, sit on the far side, and whisper to Cub about which team has the best players or strategies. And it was fun for her to relax without wondering if she'd poke or squish anybody; she'd quickly learned the habits of each bear.
Pops was the first and the easiest to get along with. He's much older than her, and his strict but kind style left Flaky feeling nostalgic for her own mom. Very doting on his only son. He'd often leave notes around the house whenever Flaky watched over Cub, detailing bedtimes and playtime hours. He'd even hand Flaky big hearty leftovers whenever he could.
Disco Bear was overly enthusiastic about everything. The brightly colored bear had the most energy out of the trio, only being beaten by Cub. Disco bear found Flaky to be practical, if that was even a compliment. Her boyish appearance had covered her from his empty flirts and remarks. He always greeted her, but their conversations were short; flaky just wasn’t his type.
And finally, Flippy, the retired veteran. Flaky had heard of him long before they met in a town so knitted together that word got out of a retired hero. She had imagined a great and prideful man chest out and head high. When they met, however, he was curt and to the point, with a firm handshake, and that was it. Whenever Flaky walked into the room, he would shift, turning his knees away from wherever she stood. He never said anything to her, but she never asked him either.
(This is genuinely how I see Flippy and flaky relationship , not good but not bad)
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