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Someone in a patch sweater walks into the shop.
" Hi there"! I said giving a sheepish wave.
At the front counter, after the wars had made sure this someone had good intentions, Yassy and two Bitties were waiting. One was an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @exoticbittyadoption named Pascal. The other was a full size Winged Classic Papyrus from @skelebitty-store-and-shelter named Shine.
Shine was the one who did the talking. He was wearing a hand knit sweater in a sunset gradient over a pleated khaki skirt. He beamed at you and said, his voice surprisingly soft, "HELLO! WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CENTER TODAY?"
Smiling I responded "I recently sent a message to the shop about what bittys I'm the most comparable with" then adding "I decided after that a Nine-Lives would be a good fit for me, do you have any at the shop that would be available to adopt"?
He somehow grinned even wider and gestured to the Horrortale Kitty Playpen, which was to the left of one of the doors. "THERE ARE QUITE A FEW! WHY DON'T YOU CHECK OUT THEIR AREA AND SEE WHO'S INTERESTED? tHERE ARE SOME THAT DON'T WANT TO PART FROM THEIR "BROTHERS", AND THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MEET."
I nodded at that "That's understandable" I said taking a few attentive steps "I'm willing to take in someone who just might need a home right now"
Finally close to the play-pen I peek inside.
Inside the playpen were maybe a dozen Ninelives and about the same number of Kinktails. About half were pair bonded and playing together. Of the remaining Ninelives, a few looked like the type standard. There were two that didn’t.
One of the Ninelives was in crutches. Looking closer you could see, despite the fact that he’d left his pant leg long, that he only had a stump on his right side. He was standing off to one side of the playpen, watching everyone play with a longing expression. His fur was a deep brown and his outfit was dark green, a green so dark and natural it looked like moss in a cave. He was about 4 3/5 of an inch tall.
The other different bitty had a pair of sun glasses on. He was walking around just fine, but whenever he turned to face the windows or the lights, which were letting off a bright light, he flinched. His fur was pale and ghostly; it was clear that he was albino. His clothes were a red and purple mix with the shirt being tie dye and the pants vertically striped. He was determined to be active, though. He had a ball and was kicking it around the enclosure.
When you came over to the pen, everyone turned to look at you. After a moment of awe a Kinktail said, “HELLO, NEW FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU HERE TO ADOPT?”
I smiled at the Kinktail.
"Hello too you to" I said "I'm hoping to adopt one of the Nine-lives that live in the shop. Would you all be comfortable if I stepped into the play pen to meet you all"?
He smiled at you and, bouncing excitedly on his feet, said, “OF COURSE! JUST BE CAREFUL OF TYE-DYE. HE HAS TROUBLE SEEING VERY FAR IN THIS BRIGHT LIGHT.”
I nodded in understanding before stepping into the play-pen. Mindful of where I placed my feet I was careful to avoid stepping or getting in the way of any of the bittys games.
Even giving a small kick to the ball the pale bitty I'm sure was named Tye-Dye and flashing him a smile and peace sign before settling next to the Nine-Lives with crutches.
"Pretty lively here" I said offhandedly
He nodded at you, a little cautiously, and said, “yeah. i’m not... really up to being lively anymore, so if that’s what you’re looking for i’m not your guy. i’m still good company, though. just not active company.”
I took a peak at his crutches and gave an understanding look.
" That's cool, I'm not that lively myself if I have to be honest" I said "Sometimes though it can feel better to just stay still and take in the world, you know"?
The Ninelives took you in for the first time. He seemed to study you, judging you not as a Judge would, but as someone who had been wounded and wasn’t sure about trusting people again would. Then, slowly, he nodded. “yeah. yeah, i do. what do you like to do while you’re taking in the world?”
I looked back at him "Me? Well I like to do a number of things, it really depends where I am" I explain " I ether have a snack, drink something nice, take a picture, listen to music..." I paused before adding "Or even just sit to talk with a friend"
The Ninelives nodded even slower. “that sounds nice. just about my kind of pace,” He paused, then looked away from you nervously, “you wouldn’t happen to be looking for someone to share it with you, would you?”
I chuckled "That's why I'm here" then as gently as I could I placed two fingers on top his small squared shoulders "But only if there interested of course".
The Ninelives quickly said, “I’m interested! i mean... yeah. i’d like that. you game?”
I smiled kneeling closer "Totally"
He smiled, relieved and pleased more than words could name. “then let’s go make it official. i’m sure yassy’s got the paperwork ready at the counter. zhe always does.”
"That be great" I then put out my hand hesitantly "Would you-would you care for a lift"?
The Ninelives chuckled. His tail was doing the question mark hook shape that signified a happy cat in the presence of friends. “sure thing, kid. gimme a lift.”
Using both hands I used them to lift the bitty into my arm, careful to mind his missing limb and to grab his crutches.
Once I was sure he was comfortable I made my way over to the counter.
At the counter, Yassy was waiting with a small pile of paperwork and a nervous smile. “I see you found a friend. There isn’t a lot of paperwork; most of it is just stuff for you to read and take home about wound care and regular care. Why don’t you look through it and see if you have any questions?”
"No it's cool"! I said shifting the Nine-Lives in with one arm while flipping through the pages. Ever thing was pretty standard for a bitty adoption but I asked an additional question.
"Not that I mind playing chariot for my friend here, but would it be possible to get him a prosthetic"? I asked "Only if he's comfortable with it of course"
Yassy’s smile grew more genuine. Zhe pulled out zher phone and opened up a drawing app. “I’ve been working on some designs, but none of them have jumped out to me so far. Why don’t you take a look and see what you two like best?”
I nodded "Sure I'm not much of an expert on these things but I love to see them"
Yassy showed you the drawings. They all looked cool as well as functional, but in different ways. One looked super robotic. One looked almost elven. One looked like it belonged to a superhero. The last one looked like a cat’s paw.
"They all look nice, the cat paw looks especially appropriate" I looked down at the Nine-Lives who also gazed at the pictures with a thoughtful expression.
Yassy smiled and zhe hit save on that one. “I’ll get started on it, then! It should take me maybe 3 days? Is that okay?”
I gave a small peace -sign "That be great"!
Yassy smiled even wider, then threw a peace sign of zher own. “Then have a great time together and come see me in a few days to pick up the prosthetic!”
Someone in a patch sweater walks into the shop.
" Hi there"! I said giving a sheepish wave.
At the front counter, after the wars had made sure this someone had good intentions, Yassy and two Bitties were waiting. One was an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @exoticbittyadoption named Pascal. The other was a full size Winged Classic Papyrus from @skelebitty-store-and-shelter named Shine.
Shine was the one who did the talking. He was wearing a hand knit sweater in a sunset gradient over a pleated khaki skirt. He beamed at you and said, his voice surprisingly soft, "HELLO! WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CENTER TODAY?"
Smiling I responded "I recently sent a message to the shop about what bittys I'm the most comparable with" then adding "I decided after that a Nine-Lives would be a good fit for me, do you have any at the shop that would be available to adopt"?
He somehow grinned even wider and gestured to the Horrortale Kitty Playpen, which was to the left of one of the doors. "THERE ARE QUITE A FEW! WHY DON'T YOU CHECK OUT THEIR AREA AND SEE WHO'S INTERESTED? tHERE ARE SOME THAT DON'T WANT TO PART FROM THEIR "BROTHERS", AND THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MEET."
I nodded at that "That's understandable" I said taking a few attentive steps "I'm willing to take in someone who just might need a home right now"
Finally close to the play-pen I peek inside.
Inside the playpen were maybe a dozen Ninelives and about the same number of Kinktails. About half were pair bonded and playing together. Of the remaining Ninelives, a few looked like the type standard. There were two that didn’t.
One of the Ninelives was in crutches. Looking closer you could see, despite the fact that he’d left his pant leg long, that he only had a stump on his right side. He was standing off to one side of the playpen, watching everyone play with a longing expression. His fur was a deep brown and his outfit was dark green, a green so dark and natural it looked like moss in a cave. He was about 4 3/5 of an inch tall.
The other different bitty had a pair of sun glasses on. He was walking around just fine, but whenever he turned to face the windows or the lights, which were letting off a bright light, he flinched. His fur was pale and ghostly; it was clear that he was albino. His clothes were a red and purple mix with the shirt being tie dye and the pants vertically striped. He was determined to be active, though. He had a ball and was kicking it around the enclosure.
When you came over to the pen, everyone turned to look at you. After a moment of awe a Kinktail said, “HELLO, NEW FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU HERE TO ADOPT?”
I smiled at the Kinktail.
"Hello too you to" I said "I'm hoping to adopt one of the Nine-lives that live in the shop. Would you all be comfortable if I stepped into the play pen to meet you all"?
He smiled at you and, bouncing excitedly on his feet, said, “OF COURSE! JUST BE CAREFUL OF TYE-DYE. HE HAS TROUBLE SEEING VERY FAR IN THIS BRIGHT LIGHT.”
I nodded in understanding before stepping into the play-pen. Mindful of where I placed my feet I was careful to avoid stepping or getting in the way of any of the bittys games.
Even giving a small kick to the ball the pale bitty I'm sure was named Tye-Dye and flashing him a smile and peace sign before settling next to the Nine-Lives with crutches.
"Pretty lively here" I said offhandedly
He nodded at you, a little cautiously, and said, “yeah. i’m not... really up to being lively anymore, so if that’s what you’re looking for i’m not your guy. i’m still good company, though. just not active company.”
I took a peak at his crutches and gave an understanding look.
" That's cool, I'm not that lively myself if I have to be honest" I said "Sometimes though it can feel better to just stay still and take in the world, you know"?
The Ninelives took you in for the first time. He seemed to study you, judging you not as a Judge would, but as someone who had been wounded and wasn’t sure about trusting people again would. Then, slowly, he nodded. “yeah. yeah, i do. what do you like to do while you’re taking in the world?”
I looked back at him "Me? Well I like to do a number of things, it really depends where I am" I explain " I ether have a snack, drink something nice, take a picture, listen to music..." I paused before adding "Or even just sit to talk with a friend"
The Ninelives nodded even slower. “that sounds nice. just about my kind of pace,” He paused, then looked away from you nervously, “you wouldn’t happen to be looking for someone to share it with you, would you?”
I chuckled "That's why I'm here" then as gently as I could I placed two fingers on top his small squared shoulders "But only if there interested of course".
The Ninelives quickly said, “I’m interested! i mean... yeah. i’d like that. you game?”
I smiled kneeling closer "Totally"
He smiled, relieved and pleased more than words could name. “then let’s go make it official. i’m sure yassy’s got the paperwork ready at the counter. zhe always does.”
"That be great" I then put out my hand hesitantly "Would you-would you care for a lift"?
The Ninelives chuckled. His tail was doing the question mark hook shape that signified a happy cat in the presence of friends. “sure thing, kid. gimme a lift.”
Using both hands I used them to lift the bitty into my arm, careful to mind his missing limb and to grab his crutches.
Once I was sure he was comfortable I made my way over to the counter.
At the counter, Yassy was waiting with a small pile of paperwork and a nervous smile. “I see you found a friend. There isn’t a lot of paperwork; most of it is just stuff for you to read and take home about wound care and regular care. Why don’t you look through it and see if you have any questions?”
"No it's cool"! I said shifting the Nine-Lives in with one arm while flipping through the pages. Ever thing was pretty standard for a bitty adoption but I asked an additional question.
"Not that I mind playing chariot for my friend here, but would it be possible to get him a prosthetic"? I asked "Only if he's comfortable with it of course"
Yassy’s smile grew more genuine. Zhe pulled out zher phone and opened up a drawing app. “I’ve been working on some designs, but none of them have jumped out to me so far. Why don’t you take a look and see what you two like best?”
I nodded "Sure I'm not much of an expert on these things but I love to see them"
Yassy showed you the drawings. They all looked cool as well as functional, but in different ways. One looked super robotic. One looked almost elven. One looked like it belonged to a superhero. The last one looked like a cat’s paw.
"They all look nice, the cat paw looks especially appropriate" I looked down at the Nine-Lives who also gazed at the pictures with a thoughtful expression.
Yassy smiled and zhe hit save on that one. “I’ll get started on it, then! It should take me maybe 3 days? Is that okay?”
Someone in a patch sweater walks into the shop.
" Hi there"! I said giving a sheepish wave.
At the front counter, after the wars had made sure this someone had good intentions, Yassy and two Bitties were waiting. One was an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @exoticbittyadoption named Pascal. The other was a full size Winged Classic Papyrus from @skelebitty-store-and-shelter named Shine.
Shine was the one who did the talking. He was wearing a hand knit sweater in a sunset gradient over a pleated khaki skirt. He beamed at you and said, his voice surprisingly soft, "HELLO! WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CENTER TODAY?"
Smiling I responded "I recently sent a message to the shop about what bittys I'm the most comparable with" then adding "I decided after that a Nine-Lives would be a good fit for me, do you have any at the shop that would be available to adopt"?
He somehow grinned even wider and gestured to the Horrortale Kitty Playpen, which was to the left of one of the doors. "THERE ARE QUITE A FEW! WHY DON'T YOU CHECK OUT THEIR AREA AND SEE WHO'S INTERESTED? tHERE ARE SOME THAT DON'T WANT TO PART FROM THEIR "BROTHERS", AND THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MEET."
I nodded at that "That's understandable" I said taking a few attentive steps "I'm willing to take in someone who just might need a home right now"
Finally close to the play-pen I peek inside.
Inside the playpen were maybe a dozen Ninelives and about the same number of Kinktails. About half were pair bonded and playing together. Of the remaining Ninelives, a few looked like the type standard. There were two that didn’t.
One of the Ninelives was in crutches. Looking closer you could see, despite the fact that he’d left his pant leg long, that he only had a stump on his right side. He was standing off to one side of the playpen, watching everyone play with a longing expression. His fur was a deep brown and his outfit was dark green, a green so dark and natural it looked like moss in a cave. He was about 4 3/5 of an inch tall.
The other different bitty had a pair of sun glasses on. He was walking around just fine, but whenever he turned to face the windows or the lights, which were letting off a bright light, he flinched. His fur was pale and ghostly; it was clear that he was albino. His clothes were a red and purple mix with the shirt being tie dye and the pants vertically striped. He was determined to be active, though. He had a ball and was kicking it around the enclosure.
When you came over to the pen, everyone turned to look at you. After a moment of awe a Kinktail said, “HELLO, NEW FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU HERE TO ADOPT?”
I smiled at the Kinktail.
"Hello too you to" I said "I'm hoping to adopt one of the Nine-lives that live in the shop. Would you all be comfortable if I stepped into the play pen to meet you all"?
He smiled at you and, bouncing excitedly on his feet, said, “OF COURSE! JUST BE CAREFUL OF TYE-DYE. HE HAS TROUBLE SEEING VERY FAR IN THIS BRIGHT LIGHT.”
I nodded in understanding before stepping into the play-pen. Mindful of where I placed my feet I was careful to avoid stepping or getting in the way of any of the bittys games.
Even giving a small kick to the ball the pale bitty I'm sure was named Tye-Dye and flashing him a smile and peace sign before settling next to the Nine-Lives with crutches.
"Pretty lively here" I said offhandedly
He nodded at you, a little cautiously, and said, “yeah. i’m not... really up to being lively anymore, so if that’s what you’re looking for i’m not your guy. i’m still good company, though. just not active company.”
I took a peak at his crutches and gave an understanding look.
" That's cool, I'm not that lively myself if I have to be honest" I said "Sometimes though it can feel better to just stay still and take in the world, you know"?
The Ninelives took you in for the first time. He seemed to study you, judging you not as a Judge would, but as someone who had been wounded and wasn’t sure about trusting people again would. Then, slowly, he nodded. “yeah. yeah, i do. what do you like to do while you’re taking in the world?”
I looked back at him "Me? Well I like to do a number of things, it really depends where I am" I explain " I ether have a snack, drink something nice, take a picture, listen to music..." I paused before adding "Or even just sit to talk with a friend"
The Ninelives nodded even slower. “that sounds nice. just about my kind of pace,” He paused, then looked away from you nervously, “you wouldn’t happen to be looking for someone to share it with you, would you?”
I chuckled "That's why I'm here" then as gently as I could I placed two fingers on top his small squared shoulders "But only if there interested of course".
The Ninelives quickly said, “I’m interested! i mean... yeah. i’d like that. you game?”
I smiled kneeling closer "Totally"
He smiled, relieved and pleased more than words could name. “then let’s go make it official. i’m sure yassy’s got the paperwork ready at the counter. zhe always does.”
"That be great" I then put out my hand hesitantly "Would you-would you care for a lift"?
The Ninelives chuckled. His tail was doing the question mark hook shape that signified a happy cat in the presence of friends. “sure thing, kid. gimme a lift.”
Using both hands I used them to lift the bitty into my arm, careful to mind his missing limb and to grab his crutches.
Once I was sure he was comfortable I made my way over to the counter.
At the counter, Yassy was waiting with a small pile of paperwork and a nervous smile. “I see you found a friend. There isn’t a lot of paperwork; most of it is just stuff for you to read and take home about wound care and regular care. Why don’t you look through it and see if you have any questions?”
"No it's cool"! I said shifting the Nine-Lives in with one arm while flipping through the pages. Ever thing was pretty standard for a bitty adoption but I asked an additional question.
"Not that I mind playing chariot for my friend here, but would it be possible to get him a prosthetic"? I asked "Only if he's comfortable with it of course"
Yassy’s smile grew more genuine. Zhe pulled out zher phone and opened up a drawing app. “I’ve been working on some designs, but none of them have jumped out to me so far. Why don’t you take a look and see what you two like best?”
I nodded "Sure I'm not much of an expert on these things but I love to see them"
Yassy showed you the drawings. They all looked cool as well as functional, but in different ways. One looked super robotic. One looked almost elven. One looked like it belonged to a superhero. The last one looked like a cat’s paw.
Someone in a patch sweater walks into the shop.
" Hi there"! I said giving a sheepish wave.
At the front counter, after the wars had made sure this someone had good intentions, Yassy and two Bitties were waiting. One was an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @exoticbittyadoption named Pascal. The other was a full size Winged Classic Papyrus from @skelebitty-store-and-shelter named Shine.
Shine was the one who did the talking. He was wearing a hand knit sweater in a sunset gradient over a pleated khaki skirt. He beamed at you and said, his voice surprisingly soft, "HELLO! WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CENTER TODAY?"
Smiling I responded "I recently sent a message to the shop about what bittys I'm the most comparable with" then adding "I decided after that a Nine-Lives would be a good fit for me, do you have any at the shop that would be available to adopt"?
He somehow grinned even wider and gestured to the Horrortale Kitty Playpen, which was to the left of one of the doors. "THERE ARE QUITE A FEW! WHY DON'T YOU CHECK OUT THEIR AREA AND SEE WHO'S INTERESTED? tHERE ARE SOME THAT DON'T WANT TO PART FROM THEIR "BROTHERS", AND THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MEET."
I nodded at that "That's understandable" I said taking a few attentive steps "I'm willing to take in someone who just might need a home right now"
Finally close to the play-pen I peek inside.
Inside the playpen were maybe a dozen Ninelives and about the same number of Kinktails. About half were pair bonded and playing together. Of the remaining Ninelives, a few looked like the type standard. There were two that didn’t.
One of the Ninelives was in crutches. Looking closer you could see, despite the fact that he’d left his pant leg long, that he only had a stump on his right side. He was standing off to one side of the playpen, watching everyone play with a longing expression. His fur was a deep brown and his outfit was dark green, a green so dark and natural it looked like moss in a cave. He was about 4 3/5 of an inch tall.
The other different bitty had a pair of sun glasses on. He was walking around just fine, but whenever he turned to face the windows or the lights, which were letting off a bright light, he flinched. His fur was pale and ghostly; it was clear that he was albino. His clothes were a red and purple mix with the shirt being tie dye and the pants vertically striped. He was determined to be active, though. He had a ball and was kicking it around the enclosure.
When you came over to the pen, everyone turned to look at you. After a moment of awe a Kinktail said, “HELLO, NEW FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU HERE TO ADOPT?”
I smiled at the Kinktail.
"Hello too you to" I said "I'm hoping to adopt one of the Nine-lives that live in the shop. Would you all be comfortable if I stepped into the play pen to meet you all"?
He smiled at you and, bouncing excitedly on his feet, said, “OF COURSE! JUST BE CAREFUL OF TYE-DYE. HE HAS TROUBLE SEEING VERY FAR IN THIS BRIGHT LIGHT.”
I nodded in understanding before stepping into the play-pen. Mindful of where I placed my feet I was careful to avoid stepping or getting in the way of any of the bittys games.
Even giving a small kick to the ball the pale bitty I'm sure was named Tye-Dye and flashing him a smile and peace sign before settling next to the Nine-Lives with crutches.
"Pretty lively here" I said offhandedly
He nodded at you, a little cautiously, and said, “yeah. i’m not... really up to being lively anymore, so if that’s what you’re looking for i’m not your guy. i’m still good company, though. just not active company.”
I took a peak at his crutches and gave an understanding look.
" That's cool, I'm not that lively myself if I have to be honest" I said "Sometimes though it can feel better to just stay still and take in the world, you know"?
The Ninelives took you in for the first time. He seemed to study you, judging you not as a Judge would, but as someone who had been wounded and wasn’t sure about trusting people again would. Then, slowly, he nodded. “yeah. yeah, i do. what do you like to do while you’re taking in the world?”
I looked back at him "Me? Well I like to do a number of things, it really depends where I am" I explain " I ether have a snack, drink something nice, take a picture, listen to music..." I paused before adding "Or even just sit to talk with a friend"
The Ninelives nodded even slower. “that sounds nice. just about my kind of pace,” He paused, then looked away from you nervously, “you wouldn’t happen to be looking for someone to share it with you, would you?”
I chuckled "That's why I'm here" then as gently as I could I placed two fingers on top his small squared shoulders "But only if there interested of course".
The Ninelives quickly said, “I’m interested! i mean... yeah. i’d like that. you game?”
I smiled kneeling closer "Totally"
He smiled, relieved and pleased more than words could name. “then let’s go make it official. i’m sure yassy’s got the paperwork ready at the counter. zhe always does.”
"That be great" I then put out my hand hesitantly "Would you-would you care for a lift"?
The Ninelives chuckled. His tail was doing the question mark hook shape that signified a happy cat in the presence of friends. “sure thing, kid. gimme a lift.”
Using both hands I used them to lift the bitty into my arm, careful to mind his missing limb and to grab his crutches.
Once I was sure he was comfortable I made my way over to the counter.
At the counter, Yassy was waiting with a small pile of paperwork and a nervous smile. “I see you found a friend. There isn’t a lot of paperwork; most of it is just stuff for you to read and take home about wound care and regular care. Why don’t you look through it and see if you have any questions?”
"No it's cool"! I said shifting the Nine-Lives in with one arm while flipping through the pages. Ever thing was pretty standard for a bitty adoption but I asked an additional question.
"Not that I mind playing chariot for my friend here, but would it be possible to get him a prosthetic"? I asked "Only if he's comfortable with it of course"
Yassy’s smile grew more genuine. Zhe pulled out zher phone and opened up a drawing app. “I’ve been working on some designs, but none of them have jumped out to me so far. Why don’t you take a look and see what you two like best?”
Someone in a patch sweater walks into the shop.
" Hi there"! I said giving a sheepish wave.
At the front counter, after the wars had made sure this someone had good intentions, Yassy and two Bitties were waiting. One was an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @exoticbittyadoption named Pascal. The other was a full size Winged Classic Papyrus from @skelebitty-store-and-shelter named Shine.
Shine was the one who did the talking. He was wearing a hand knit sweater in a sunset gradient over a pleated khaki skirt. He beamed at you and said, his voice surprisingly soft, "HELLO! WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CENTER TODAY?"
Smiling I responded "I recently sent a message to the shop about what bittys I'm the most comparable with" then adding "I decided after that a Nine-Lives would be a good fit for me, do you have any at the shop that would be available to adopt"?
He somehow grinned even wider and gestured to the Horrortale Kitty Playpen, which was to the left of one of the doors. "THERE ARE QUITE A FEW! WHY DON'T YOU CHECK OUT THEIR AREA AND SEE WHO'S INTERESTED? tHERE ARE SOME THAT DON'T WANT TO PART FROM THEIR "BROTHERS", AND THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MEET."
I nodded at that "That's understandable" I said taking a few attentive steps "I'm willing to take in someone who just might need a home right now"
Finally close to the play-pen I peek inside.
Inside the playpen were maybe a dozen Ninelives and about the same number of Kinktails. About half were pair bonded and playing together. Of the remaining Ninelives, a few looked like the type standard. There were two that didn’t.
One of the Ninelives was in crutches. Looking closer you could see, despite the fact that he’d left his pant leg long, that he only had a stump on his right side. He was standing off to one side of the playpen, watching everyone play with a longing expression. His fur was a deep brown and his outfit was dark green, a green so dark and natural it looked like moss in a cave. He was about 4 3/5 of an inch tall.
The other different bitty had a pair of sun glasses on. He was walking around just fine, but whenever he turned to face the windows or the lights, which were letting off a bright light, he flinched. His fur was pale and ghostly; it was clear that he was albino. His clothes were a red and purple mix with the shirt being tie dye and the pants vertically striped. He was determined to be active, though. He had a ball and was kicking it around the enclosure.
When you came over to the pen, everyone turned to look at you. After a moment of awe a Kinktail said, “HELLO, NEW FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU HERE TO ADOPT?”
I smiled at the Kinktail.
"Hello too you to" I said "I'm hoping to adopt one of the Nine-lives that live in the shop. Would you all be comfortable if I stepped into the play pen to meet you all"?
He smiled at you and, bouncing excitedly on his feet, said, “OF COURSE! JUST BE CAREFUL OF TYE-DYE. HE HAS TROUBLE SEEING VERY FAR IN THIS BRIGHT LIGHT.”
I nodded in understanding before stepping into the play-pen. Mindful of where I placed my feet I was careful to avoid stepping or getting in the way of any of the bittys games.
Even giving a small kick to the ball the pale bitty I'm sure was named Tye-Dye and flashing him a smile and peace sign before settling next to the Nine-Lives with crutches.
"Pretty lively here" I said offhandedly
He nodded at you, a little cautiously, and said, “yeah. i’m not... really up to being lively anymore, so if that’s what you’re looking for i’m not your guy. i’m still good company, though. just not active company.”
I took a peak at his crutches and gave an understanding look.
" That's cool, I'm not that lively myself if I have to be honest" I said "Sometimes though it can feel better to just stay still and take in the world, you know"?
The Ninelives took you in for the first time. He seemed to study you, judging you not as a Judge would, but as someone who had been wounded and wasn’t sure about trusting people again would. Then, slowly, he nodded. “yeah. yeah, i do. what do you like to do while you’re taking in the world?”
I looked back at him "Me? Well I like to do a number of things, it really depends where I am" I explain " I ether have a snack, drink something nice, take a picture, listen to music..." I paused before adding "Or even just sit to talk with a friend"
The Ninelives nodded even slower. “that sounds nice. just about my kind of pace,” He paused, then looked away from you nervously, “you wouldn’t happen to be looking for someone to share it with you, would you?”
I chuckled "That's why I'm here" then as gently as I could I placed two fingers on top his small squared shoulders "But only if there interested of course".
The Ninelives quickly said, “I’m interested! i mean... yeah. i’d like that. you game?”
I smiled kneeling closer "Totally"
He smiled, relieved and pleased more than words could name. “then let’s go make it official. i’m sure yassy’s got the paperwork ready at the counter. zhe always does.”
"That be great" I then put out my hand hesitantly "Would you-would you care for a lift"?
The Ninelives chuckled. His tail was doing the question mark hook shape that signified a happy cat in the presence of friends. “sure thing, kid. gimme a lift.”
Using both hands I used them to lift the bitty into my arm, careful to mind his missing limb and to grab his crutches.
Once I was sure he was comfortable I made my way over to the counter.
At the counter, Yassy was waiting with a small pile of paperwork and a nervous smile. “I see you found a friend. There isn’t a lot of paperwork; most of it is just stuff for you to read and take home about wound care and regular care. Why don’t you look through it and see if you have any questions?”
Hello Again! I was the anon who asked the question about adoption role plays. Thank you for answering!
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A rather petit boy walked into the store, an anxious smile painted on his pale face. He wore a black and white striped shirt, and a long, flowy black skirt. He had black fluffy hair, and wore several layers of necklaces and bracelets. He sure had a particular sense of fashion.
Nevertheless, the boy took small strides as he walked up to the counter, giving a small wave in the process. “Uh, hello!”
Yassy, standing behind zher counter reading a book, looked up with surprise and squeaked. Then zhe calmed down a bit and said, smiling, “Welcome to my bitty center. How can I help you?
Ah hello! I am a bit new to bitty adoption roleplays, so I figured it would be best if I would ask before already writing up a whole paragraph. But do you also do roleplay adoptions? If yes, could I just randomly pop in and start one some time? I'm sorry if that sounded a bit rude!
You don’t sound rude at all! Yes, I do roleplay adoptions, and yes, you can pop in whenever! Does that answer your question?
Someone in a patch sweater walks into the shop.
" Hi there"! I said giving a sheepish wave.
At the front counter, after the wars had made sure this someone had good intentions, Yassy and two Bitties were waiting. One was an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @exoticbittyadoption named Pascal. The other was a full size Winged Classic Papyrus from @skelebitty-store-and-shelter named Shine.
Shine was the one who did the talking. He was wearing a hand knit sweater in a sunset gradient over a pleated khaki skirt. He beamed at you and said, his voice surprisingly soft, "HELLO! WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CENTER TODAY?"
Smiling I responded "I recently sent a message to the shop about what bittys I'm the most comparable with" then adding "I decided after that a Nine-Lives would be a good fit for me, do you have any at the shop that would be available to adopt"?
He somehow grinned even wider and gestured to the Horrortale Kitty Playpen, which was to the left of one of the doors. "THERE ARE QUITE A FEW! WHY DON'T YOU CHECK OUT THEIR AREA AND SEE WHO'S INTERESTED? tHERE ARE SOME THAT DON'T WANT TO PART FROM THEIR "BROTHERS", AND THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MEET."
I nodded at that "That's understandable" I said taking a few attentive steps "I'm willing to take in someone who just might need a home right now"
Finally close to the play-pen I peek inside.
Inside the playpen were maybe a dozen Ninelives and about the same number of Kinktails. About half were pair bonded and playing together. Of the remaining Ninelives, a few looked like the type standard. There were two that didn’t.
One of the Ninelives was in crutches. Looking closer you could see, despite the fact that he’d left his pant leg long, that he only had a stump on his right side. He was standing off to one side of the playpen, watching everyone play with a longing expression. His fur was a deep brown and his outfit was dark green, a green so dark and natural it looked like moss in a cave. He was about 4 3/5 of an inch tall.
The other different bitty had a pair of sun glasses on. He was walking around just fine, but whenever he turned to face the windows or the lights, which were letting off a bright light, he flinched. His fur was pale and ghostly; it was clear that he was albino. His clothes were a red and purple mix with the shirt being tie dye and the pants vertically striped. He was determined to be active, though. He had a ball and was kicking it around the enclosure.
When you came over to the pen, everyone turned to look at you. After a moment of awe a Kinktail said, “HELLO, NEW FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU HERE TO ADOPT?”
I smiled at the Kinktail.
"Hello too you to" I said "I'm hoping to adopt one of the Nine-lives that live in the shop. Would you all be comfortable if I stepped into the play pen to meet you all"?
He smiled at you and, bouncing excitedly on his feet, said, “OF COURSE! JUST BE CAREFUL OF TYE-DYE. HE HAS TROUBLE SEEING VERY FAR IN THIS BRIGHT LIGHT.”
I nodded in understanding before stepping into the play-pen. Mindful of where I placed my feet I was careful to avoid stepping or getting in the way of any of the bittys games.
Even giving a small kick to the ball the pale bitty I'm sure was named Tye-Dye and flashing him a smile and peace sign before settling next to the Nine-Lives with crutches.
"Pretty lively here" I said offhandedly
He nodded at you, a little cautiously, and said, “yeah. i’m not... really up to being lively anymore, so if that’s what you’re looking for i’m not your guy. i’m still good company, though. just not active company.”
I took a peak at his crutches and gave an understanding look.
" That's cool, I'm not that lively myself if I have to be honest" I said "Sometimes though it can feel better to just stay still and take in the world, you know"?
The Ninelives took you in for the first time. He seemed to study you, judging you not as a Judge would, but as someone who had been wounded and wasn’t sure about trusting people again would. Then, slowly, he nodded. “yeah. yeah, i do. what do you like to do while you’re taking in the world?”
I looked back at him "Me? Well I like to do a number of things, it really depends where I am" I explain " I ether have a snack, drink something nice, take a picture, listen to music..." I paused before adding "Or even just sit to talk with a friend"
The Ninelives nodded even slower. “that sounds nice. just about my kind of pace,” He paused, then looked away from you nervously, “you wouldn’t happen to be looking for someone to share it with you, would you?”
I chuckled "That's why I'm here" then as gently as I could I placed two fingers on top his small squared shoulders "But only if there interested of course".
The Ninelives quickly said, “I’m interested! i mean... yeah. i’d like that. you game?”
I smiled kneeling closer "Totally"
He smiled, relieved and pleased more than words could name. “then let’s go make it official. i’m sure yassy’s got the paperwork ready at the counter. zhe always does.”
Someone in a patch sweater walks into the shop.
" Hi there"! I said giving a sheepish wave.
At the front counter, after the wars had made sure this someone had good intentions, Yassy and two Bitties were waiting. One was an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @exoticbittyadoption named Pascal. The other was a full size Winged Classic Papyrus from @skelebitty-store-and-shelter named Shine.
Shine was the one who did the talking. He was wearing a hand knit sweater in a sunset gradient over a pleated khaki skirt. He beamed at you and said, his voice surprisingly soft, "HELLO! WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CENTER TODAY?"
Smiling I responded "I recently sent a message to the shop about what bittys I'm the most comparable with" then adding "I decided after that a Nine-Lives would be a good fit for me, do you have any at the shop that would be available to adopt"?
He somehow grinned even wider and gestured to the Horrortale Kitty Playpen, which was to the left of one of the doors. "THERE ARE QUITE A FEW! WHY DON'T YOU CHECK OUT THEIR AREA AND SEE WHO'S INTERESTED? tHERE ARE SOME THAT DON'T WANT TO PART FROM THEIR "BROTHERS", AND THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MEET."
I nodded at that "That's understandable" I said taking a few attentive steps "I'm willing to take in someone who just might need a home right now"
Finally close to the play-pen I peek inside.
Inside the playpen were maybe a dozen Ninelives and about the same number of Kinktails. About half were pair bonded and playing together. Of the remaining Ninelives, a few looked like the type standard. There were two that didn’t.
One of the Ninelives was in crutches. Looking closer you could see, despite the fact that he’d left his pant leg long, that he only had a stump on his right side. He was standing off to one side of the playpen, watching everyone play with a longing expression. His fur was a deep brown and his outfit was dark green, a green so dark and natural it looked like moss in a cave. He was about 4 3/5 of an inch tall.
The other different bitty had a pair of sun glasses on. He was walking around just fine, but whenever he turned to face the windows or the lights, which were letting off a bright light, he flinched. His fur was pale and ghostly; it was clear that he was albino. His clothes were a red and purple mix with the shirt being tie dye and the pants vertically striped. He was determined to be active, though. He had a ball and was kicking it around the enclosure.
When you came over to the pen, everyone turned to look at you. After a moment of awe a Kinktail said, “HELLO, NEW FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU HERE TO ADOPT?”
I smiled at the Kinktail.
"Hello too you to" I said "I'm hoping to adopt one of the Nine-lives that live in the shop. Would you all be comfortable if I stepped into the play pen to meet you all"?
He smiled at you and, bouncing excitedly on his feet, said, “OF COURSE! JUST BE CAREFUL OF TYE-DYE. HE HAS TROUBLE SEEING VERY FAR IN THIS BRIGHT LIGHT.”
I nodded in understanding before stepping into the play-pen. Mindful of where I placed my feet I was careful to avoid stepping or getting in the way of any of the bittys games.
Even giving a small kick to the ball the pale bitty I'm sure was named Tye-Dye and flashing him a smile and peace sign before settling next to the Nine-Lives with crutches.
"Pretty lively here" I said offhandedly
He nodded at you, a little cautiously, and said, “yeah. i’m not... really up to being lively anymore, so if that’s what you’re looking for i’m not your guy. i’m still good company, though. just not active company.”
I took a peak at his crutches and gave an understanding look.
" That's cool, I'm not that lively myself if I have to be honest" I said "Sometimes though it can feel better to just stay still and take in the world, you know"?
The Ninelives took you in for the first time. He seemed to study you, judging you not as a Judge would, but as someone who had been wounded and wasn’t sure about trusting people again would. Then, slowly, he nodded. “yeah. yeah, i do. what do you like to do while you’re taking in the world?”
I looked back at him "Me? Well I like to do a number of things, it really depends where I am" I explain " I ether have a snack, drink something nice, take a picture, listen to music..." I paused before adding "Or even just sit to talk with a friend"
The Ninelives nodded even slower. “that sounds nice. just about my kind of pace,” He paused, then looked away from you nervously, “you wouldn’t happen to be looking for someone to share it with you, would you?”
I chuckled "That's why I'm here" then as gently as I could I placed two fingers on top his small squared shoulders "But only if there interested of course".
The Ninelives quickly said, “I’m interested! i mean... yeah. i’d like that. you game?”
Someone in a patch sweater walks into the shop.
" Hi there"! I said giving a sheepish wave.
At the front counter, after the wars had made sure this someone had good intentions, Yassy and two Bitties were waiting. One was an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @exoticbittyadoption named Pascal. The other was a full size Winged Classic Papyrus from @skelebitty-store-and-shelter named Shine.
Shine was the one who did the talking. He was wearing a hand knit sweater in a sunset gradient over a pleated khaki skirt. He beamed at you and said, his voice surprisingly soft, "HELLO! WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CENTER TODAY?"
Smiling I responded "I recently sent a message to the shop about what bittys I'm the most comparable with" then adding "I decided after that a Nine-Lives would be a good fit for me, do you have any at the shop that would be available to adopt"?
He somehow grinned even wider and gestured to the Horrortale Kitty Playpen, which was to the left of one of the doors. "THERE ARE QUITE A FEW! WHY DON'T YOU CHECK OUT THEIR AREA AND SEE WHO'S INTERESTED? tHERE ARE SOME THAT DON'T WANT TO PART FROM THEIR "BROTHERS", AND THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MEET."
I nodded at that "That's understandable" I said taking a few attentive steps "I'm willing to take in someone who just might need a home right now"
Finally close to the play-pen I peek inside.
Inside the playpen were maybe a dozen Ninelives and about the same number of Kinktails. About half were pair bonded and playing together. Of the remaining Ninelives, a few looked like the type standard. There were two that didn’t.
One of the Ninelives was in crutches. Looking closer you could see, despite the fact that he’d left his pant leg long, that he only had a stump on his right side. He was standing off to one side of the playpen, watching everyone play with a longing expression. His fur was a deep brown and his outfit was dark green, a green so dark and natural it looked like moss in a cave. He was about 4 3/5 of an inch tall.
The other different bitty had a pair of sun glasses on. He was walking around just fine, but whenever he turned to face the windows or the lights, which were letting off a bright light, he flinched. His fur was pale and ghostly; it was clear that he was albino. His clothes were a red and purple mix with the shirt being tie dye and the pants vertically striped. He was determined to be active, though. He had a ball and was kicking it around the enclosure.
When you came over to the pen, everyone turned to look at you. After a moment of awe a Kinktail said, “HELLO, NEW FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU HERE TO ADOPT?”
I smiled at the Kinktail.
"Hello too you to" I said "I'm hoping to adopt one of the Nine-lives that live in the shop. Would you all be comfortable if I stepped into the play pen to meet you all"?
He smiled at you and, bouncing excitedly on his feet, said, “OF COURSE! JUST BE CAREFUL OF TYE-DYE. HE HAS TROUBLE SEEING VERY FAR IN THIS BRIGHT LIGHT.”
I nodded in understanding before stepping into the play-pen. Mindful of where I placed my feet I was careful to avoid stepping or getting in the way of any of the bittys games.
Even giving a small kick to the ball the pale bitty I'm sure was named Tye-Dye and flashing him a smile and peace sign before settling next to the Nine-Lives with crutches.
"Pretty lively here" I said offhandedly
He nodded at you, a little cautiously, and said, “yeah. i’m not... really up to being lively anymore, so if that’s what you’re looking for i’m not your guy. i’m still good company, though. just not active company.”
I took a peak at his crutches and gave an understanding look.
" That's cool, I'm not that lively myself if I have to be honest" I said "Sometimes though it can feel better to just stay still and take in the world, you know"?
The Ninelives took you in for the first time. He seemed to study you, judging you not as a Judge would, but as someone who had been wounded and wasn’t sure about trusting people again would. Then, slowly, he nodded. “yeah. yeah, i do. what do you like to do while you’re taking in the world?”
I looked back at him "Me? Well I like to do a number of things, it really depends where I am" I explain " I ether have a snack, drink something nice, take a picture, listen to music..." I paused before adding "Or even just sit to talk with a friend"
The Ninelives nodded even slower. “that sounds nice. just about my kind of pace,” He paused, then looked away from you nervously, “you wouldn’t happen to be looking for someone to share it with you, would you?”
