Underage Nibbling

Jupiter was bored. In all honesty it was a state he was unaccustomed to. Normally he was up to his eyeballs in projects and bitches, but at the moment he had exactly zero of either of those and he didn't know what to do with himself. So of course he was in the Orchard hoovering up fermented fruit. He'd had the bright idea to try to made his own booze so roughly one out of every three pieces went into a bucket he'd brought with him. It was a half-assed attempt, however. He had no idea what he needed to do to make anything drinkable so he was just going to wing it after getting his buzz on today.

He snuffed around at the base of a tree following a trail of pears and was surprised when he nearly came nose to rump with someone. His head shot up and he eyed first the ass and then the back of the offending head. It was a baby monstrosity. Not really, just a kid, but he had like spikes and shit jutting out of weird places and the sort of fat head/big paws combo that suggested he'd be built like a bull one day. Today, however, he just looked like someone stuffed an adult into the skin of a kid. It was weird. Or maybe Jupiter was just buzzy. It was hard to say. "Hey, move your ass, kid. You're blocking my harvesting."