Momentos a'plenty

The raccoon's bird flew onto the scene and was asked her opinion on Artisan and his borrowed hat, so naturally the colorful man straightened his shoulders and neck and settled into a sphynx-like pose, topping it off with a beaming grin for show. Surely after that display the bird would find no issue with him or the hat, but the longer she whispered into his new friend's ear the further his smile slowly fell. Art tried his best to be patient throughout their deliberating, though he found his confidence was waning quickly with each 'mhmm' the raccoon gave.

His apologetic expression cut through Artisan's drunken heart, though ever friendly as he was he still managed to return some semblance of a smile. The logic was sound and Art could not possibly refute it - his head was just too damn big. "I suppose.. I suppose that makes sense." He muttered softly, trying to keep the defeat out of his voice. His too-damn-big head angled downwards and his paw lifted as Artisan prepared to remove the precious crown, though his movements stilled as the bird and her raccoon continued to deliberate. Then Armando said the magic words.

A hat! A hat for him - not borrowed, but bought! Artisan's heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest and he nodded so hard that the fedora upon his head threatened to displace. "Oh, yes, please! I'll pay whatever price!" Too far into the bottle, it hadn't quite occurred to Artisan at all that he didn't bring any goods with him on his way to Boreas. Either way, surely he could convince his siblings to pool their possessions for him to make this once-in-a-lifetime purchase. They loved him after all, and that was what you did for the ones you loved - you bought them kickass accessories.

The bird was sent off, and while the raccoon did graciously explain that he kept his goods in the trees Artisan barely noticed the oddity in it. All that was on his mind was his future hat. What color would it be? What shape? How heavy would it be upon his head? He was lost in thought, and then a leaf fell upon his nose and he was brought back to attention. Armando's panicked words came back to him having fainty reached him in his daydreaming, and when he looked back to him the raccoon was hopping on his rear paws with arms outstretched waiting for Artisan's go-ahead to measure his oversized head.

"Oh! Fuck! Yeah do that!" He dipped his head so low and so fast that his nose threatened to poke the raccoon in the belly. With his head almost upon the ground he peered up into the trees through his lashes, concern in his eyes. What if the hat was to break when she fell? "Hurry, hurry, fuzzy friend!" He squinted hard to try and catch sight of the bird, but all he could see in his drunken haze were branches and vines that looked almost like snakes and his panic was heightened.