#;snoot

[sciencexgrandpa]

Snoot has somehow gotten too fat to fit in Nova's pipes! She is now on a strict diet and has an exercise ball with which she may roam the ship. Do not give her any treats!!

[sciencexgrandpa]

Rumor has it that you sic Snoot on people that annoy you

Send “Rumour has it…” and a rumour about my muse in my ask!

“I can do little to control the whims of that ferret. She does as she wishes. I may give her encouragement that a certain person may be extra fun to tickle, but I cannot and do not ‘sic’ her on anyone.”

[sciencexgrandpa]

A Visitation

@bladekeeper

Snoot scampered through the ventilation shafts, her claws clicking lightly as she went. She hadn’t explored much on this part of the ship yet, but something smelled very interesting over here. It was the fact that Kleese had been preoccupied long enough for her to scamper off that she could investigate this smell.

Coming to the end of the duct, she squeezed through an opening and into a dimly lit room. When she looked down, she squeaked, and instantly jumped and scampered down to see what was in the room- a fluffy ball of orange and white, the source of the smell! She ran over, squeaking all the way as she was determined to see the source of the smell.

[sciencexgrandpa]

He sat alone in his room, holding Snoot in his hand and stroking her. 

“At least you’ll never run off on me, right?”

[sciencexgrandpa]

"Bad news old timer, found Orendi trying to shave your ferret. Ferret's fine, she just looks like she's missing her pants."

Kleese’s face was as white as a ghost- even more so than usual. Anything involving Orendi getting up to mischief was never a good thing. 

“Sh- she’s alright?” he stuttered, incredibly worried. He couldn’t bear to see anything actually happen to Snoot. When Whiskey said she was okay, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness... Dear, I suppose she’ll look quite undignified until the fur grows back.” He chuckled to himself, before adding as an aside: “Maybe I could find some little pants for her to help stay warm in the meantime.”

[sciencexgrandpa]

It was time for the ball, and Kleese had made his way straight for the refreshment table as quickly as he could. He planted himself smack n front of the table, his massive battle throne blocking anyone from reaching the food. With a few sneaky glances around, he leaned forward and reached out his arm- out of which popped the small brown head of his ferret, Snoot. While pretending to play it cool, he let her reach out and grab a few morsels of food before she retreated back into his sleeve so the old man could grab snacks for himself as well. 

[sciencexgrandpa]

It was almost time. Kleese’s battle throne was decked out in red, gold, and black for the celebration. He himself had on his matching tux, the satiny black and gold collar of the jacket shining nicely in contrast to the red velvet body. His bowtie was neatly tied, and the ruffles on his shirt were as ruffly as ever. Though he wasn’t much a fan of socializing- particularly since he knew quite well how many of the others blatantly disliked him- he was looking forward to tasting the different foods and enjoying the gleeful air. He whistled for Snoot to come closer to him, proceeding to pick her up in one hand as the other held a small tux jacket that matched his own. Although she squirmed a little, he managed to get the jacket on her, even tying the small golden bowtie around her neck. Giving her a little scratch, he opened his jacket to her, where she settled comfortably into a discreet ferret-sized pocket on its inside. The jacket was loose enough, and the pocket carefully placed enough, so that at first glance, no one would know that she would be with him the entire time.