Aster is coming over to pick up Floss for her birthday! When Floss shrinks down suddenly, that pick up gets a bit more literal, but maybe they can still celebrate.
A little birthday present for @smolfoxie 💜
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Dressed up and ready, Floss is buzzing with excitement for her birthday. She checks her phone, scrolling through messages and well wishes from friends and loved ones. With a friend on the way, she’s more than ready for a night out, and looking forward to it. That’s when Floss feels it, a sudden shock jolting through her body as latent magic strikes her. In only a moment, the pink raccoon shrinks with a falling sensation, the walls seem to rush away as she starts rapidly dwindling down until she’s left standing only a few inches high, her phone clattering to the ground with a dull thud.
Floss just gives a disappointed little sigh, stamping at the ground in impotent frustration. Trudging her paws towards the black slab of a phone, her head is already swimming with the canceled plans. She’s only just activated the screen with a touch of her open palm to the dark field of glass, colored light bringing it to life, when there’s a knock on the door. Pausing, Floss hears another before the door is unlocked, and swings open to reveal a jovial looking Aster.
Aster calls into the home with a shout, “Happy birthday Floss!” The happy greeting reverberates through the tiny raccoon’s body as surely as the towering bunny’s pawsteps make the ground seem to lightly tremble. Scrambling on top of the phone itself, Floss waves up to her giant friend. Still looking for her, Aster’s eyes scan far too high, their expression starting to fade into confusion as they step further in. Floss can only watch those pewter paws step closer while she tries to be noticed, waving her arms more energetically.
Thankfully, Aster finally looks down and stops her stride a little ways off from the tiny pink form standing out on the phone’s screen. She gives a sympathetic smile, and waves down sheepishly. Even with her phone as a boost, Floss still hardly reaches the height of those paws as she looks up to the witch, but she can make out that kind look so far above, framed by the dark brimmed hat. Aster bends down as if to reduce her figure somewhat, a hand reaching out to carefully pick up Floss.
There’s no flinch as the outstretched fingers wrap around Floss’s small form. Fingers enclose around her steadily, surrounding the little raccoon in plush warmth and a subtle scent of sweet herbs. Gently, the hands lift, Aster righting herself and bringing Floss up as well, the carpeted ground falling away beneath her into the distance. She relinquishes the grip somewhat and joins with her other hand, a platform still ringed with fingers that Floss can lean back against, her grin returning as those dark fuschia pools look to her warmly.
“You just couldn’t resist looking cuter, could you?” Aster teases, nuzzling Floss affectionately. While Floss presses against the cushioned cheek, she can practically feel a warm blush fill her own. Part of her wonders if Aster could feel that warmth as Floss can feel hers. There’s a hint of apologetic sadness in those deep eyes as she’s returned before them, “Maybe we can’t go out to town, but we can just have some cake at my place?”
“Yep you got me, I just didn’t feel like walking,” Floss jokes, rolling her eyes, she gives a little sigh as disappointment creeps in for a moment before shaking it off, “That sounds great though!”
“Well I’m more than happy to give you a ride, birthday girl!” Aster perks up, nuzzling Floss again and even giving her a friendly little kiss. “Get you there in no time,” She says softly with a grin. Her hand descends once more, gently placing Floss in a dark pocket but not relinquishing the grasp on her. Fingers embrace her lightly as the world of the pocket rocks back and forth with each stride, now and then the fingers stroke the tiny raccoon’s head or back comfortingly with steady movements. Time seems to drift as Aster takes her away, sound and light muffled near to nothing by that pocket and holding hand.
Eventually light breaches the pocket once more, as the hand shifts to take Floss out. Blinking in the light, it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust as she lays on the soft palm. Another chorus of “Happy Birthday!” cheering rings out in many voices, stunning her in surprise and volume, and she can see a massive decorated birthday cake towering over a field of wood. A circle of her friends stand and sit around or even on the table with wide smiles on their faces. Some even blow noisemakers and cheer, adding to the cacophony that greets the tiny birthday girl.
Floss is practically overwhelmed at the surprise, words failing into cute little noises at the celebration, much to the delight of her friends. Even if she needs a hand as a platform to reach the candles above the cake, she makes an honest effort at blowing out the candle flame the size of her head albeit to no avail. When slices are cut, she insists on a whole piece, ready to truly challenge her sweet tooth to its limits on the rich dessert. While it certainly isn’t what she had expected, Floss is able to enjoy a truly great birthday party!
Realll quick pic of foxbun enjoying donuts, cause of procrastination >w>
I like to think he has a small box of them in his tails at any time haha
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What do you get when you mix a fox with a bunny? A very nimble cookie thief. Nick and Judy oughta get a cupboard with a padlock for all and any sweets..
The pros to having an extra bed in the house are that when my husband stays up late studying or playing video games, he can just go lay down in the other room without disturbing me, fall asleep without having to hear me snore, and I get the bed/pillows all to myself. Cons? Waking up in the middle of the night with a bad feeling and having to go make sure he's not dead because he's not right there next to me.
Just a quick little doodle of baby Evelyn, who’s just finished a pawpsicle.
As a baby, her ears were too large and heavy to prick up, so they flopped all over the place.
