Accept my pact, it works for the both of us
06-28-2019, 09:47 PM
Armando very nearly fell over backwards as Motif jumped for joy. Though she was just a pup she was still very large compared to the pint-sized panda. One wrong move and she'd come down on top of him like a ton of bricks. Her mother may have been a healer, but Armando doubted she was a miracle worker.
“Ohh, I'll look after you, and we’ll have all the most fun,” she gushed, and Armando, trying to keep up with her, clasped his forepaws together and quickly chirped, "Yes, yes, the most fun!" Motif was still speaking but he was only half listening until the moniker 'fluffykins' snapped him to attention. He froze with his paws still clasped together, his guileless expression faltering briefly. Whoa, whoa, whoa now. Oh god no. Oh this was bad.
Thankfully years of practice enabled him to hide the horror he felt. Fluffykins. Mittens. He couldn't think of worse nicknames.
Now wait. Once he got past the initial dignity shattering shock and forced himself to be practical he had to admit this probably worked in his favor as well. Armando was willing to bet that most companions were ignored by most wolves. And silly, cute little companions with silly, cute little names probably barely registered as living things. If he adopted a goofy name and buddied up to the girl the other wolves would probably consider him an accessory more than anything else. He could get away with all kinds of shit then and no one would bat an eye.
Ugh, fine. It was settled. Armando lit up like a Christmas tree for Motif's benefit. "Oh that sounds wonderful! But nicknames are earned, right? So how about you wait a bit and see which one you think fits me best?" Maybe if he played his cards right he could pull her away from those disgraceful names and towards something a little less humiliating.
“Ohh, I'll look after you, and we’ll have all the most fun,” she gushed, and Armando, trying to keep up with her, clasped his forepaws together and quickly chirped, "Yes, yes, the most fun!" Motif was still speaking but he was only half listening until the moniker 'fluffykins' snapped him to attention. He froze with his paws still clasped together, his guileless expression faltering briefly. Whoa, whoa, whoa now. Oh god no. Oh this was bad.
Thankfully years of practice enabled him to hide the horror he felt. Fluffykins. Mittens. He couldn't think of worse nicknames.
Now wait. Once he got past the initial dignity shattering shock and forced himself to be practical he had to admit this probably worked in his favor as well. Armando was willing to bet that most companions were ignored by most wolves. And silly, cute little companions with silly, cute little names probably barely registered as living things. If he adopted a goofy name and buddied up to the girl the other wolves would probably consider him an accessory more than anything else. He could get away with all kinds of shit then and no one would bat an eye.
Ugh, fine. It was settled. Armando lit up like a Christmas tree for Motif's benefit. "Oh that sounds wonderful! But nicknames are earned, right? So how about you wait a bit and see which one you think fits me best?" Maybe if he played his cards right he could pull her away from those disgraceful names and towards something a little less humiliating.
Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.