It wasn’t spring.
Spring meant, like, fluffy bunnies hopping around and birds and flowers and stuff, right? So where the fuck were they? There was still gross snow clumping to the ground and it was raining. No bunnies were present, just some rather overly-dead squirrel he’d found. It was kind of frozen. He’d been staring at it for about twenty minutes, trying to decide whether he was that hungry to eat the.. Thing. The very dead thing.
Hmm.. Decisions. To eat dead thing or not to eat.
Ahh, fuck it. Tasuku grabbed Mr. Very-Dead in his mouth and trotted off to the fallen tree he’d been calling home the past few days. Set outside the entrance, were a few rocks of various sizes, looking somewhat decorative. He sat down in front of them, dropping the dead thing before announcing, “Behold, my magnificent hunting. Yes, I’m so fucking skilled. You’re welcome.”
He wasn’t exactly crazy, to be talking to a group of rocks, just.. Lonely. He needed to talk to someone, or in this case, something. Tasu wasn’t really someone to go wandering out looking for other people, and was usually too off-putting to keep anyone lingering very long. Like his lack of caring about eating some rotten as fuck squirrel.
“Ew.. This is fucking gross. Ew. Yuck. Why.” he grumbled, with every tough bite of frozen carrion, finally spitting out a particularly foul piece and giving it a look of intense dislike. Then he shot a glare at his pet-rocks, and told them “This is your fault. Just saying.” Better to blame something else for his woes, never himself.
Then he got a really, really, really bad itch and attacked his side with his hind foot, scratching like crazy while grumbling curses. He broke off with yelp, when his claws got caught in a matt of fur, and tried to tug his paw away.. Only to find it stuck in the clump of fur. His coat was such a mess, it was going to eat his foot. Now he was in a really awkward position, and attempted to remove his claws from the tangle, only to find them fully entangled. The only way he was going to get free was probably going to be ripping the matt off, which would be just so much frigging fun.
“Fuck my life.” he grouched, standing up clumsily with his foot held awkwardly attached to his flank, which was somewhat painful and he felt a leg-cramp coming on. “Well. This sucks. This is a fucking sucky-ass joke,” Tasuku grumbled, praying to God no one saw him hopping around on three feet, trying to yank his toes out of a large matt of fur.
Nov 11, 2016 11:38 AM
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