"My liege, I don't suppose you've seen Silver anywhere around, have you?" Octavius asked, looking around for his pet squirrel even as he asked.
“Uhhh, no..I haven’t. Sorry Oct. Have you tried looking in the Hall of American Mammals and History?”
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"My liege, I don't suppose you've seen Silver anywhere around, have you?" Octavius asked, looking around for his pet squirrel even as he asked.
“Uhhh, no..I haven’t. Sorry Oct. Have you tried looking in the Hall of American Mammals and History?”
the-mighty-octavius:
“Cute” was the only word that could describe this man’s infectious curiosity and enthusiasm. He was like a curious puppy, and really, who could be irritated with a curious puppy? He hoped that Mork wouldn’t give away their secret, because there was no way that Octavius would be able to resist his innocent curiosity.
“Not all of the exhibits are plastic, but we all come to life.” Octavius affirmed. “Every night when the sun goes down. During the day we go back to being lifeless inanimate objects.”
☄ |Møяκ|
Mork put the small soldier on the back of a nearby bench and sat himself in the bench with eyes bursting with curiosity. ❝Do you see what happens during the day? Or are you completely frozen?❞
“You okay?” Wondering what the heck was going on with the monkey and that guy as he decided to come on out of the painting. The little lion-featured man making sure to retract his claws as much as he could (which wasn’t fully) to lessen his chances of hurting anyone by accident- tail jerking around as hearing the debate had stressed him a bit.
“Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?”
the-mighty-octavius
Phillip paused, looking towards his hands; he hadn't realized that he had been gesticulating so wildly, and he looked positively sheepish. Moving his hand to scratch the nape of his neck, he offered an apologetic smile.
"I could try."
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It was quite a strange dare to be given, and Elodine didn't actually remember if she had ever even attempted such a thing. After a moment of frowning at the ground, she nodded, throwing all she had into the attempt, only to fall flat on her back the next second.