Sparrow the Ninth
04-04-2022, 05:50 PM
Tyrian's ears caught the word 'furry' and immediately swiveled back to catch the conversation in full. The exchange was quick and Sparrow promptly swung back to what she was doing, but Tyrian didn't let go quite so easily. The words stuck with him long enough for him to ask himself what exactly it was about him that made him a furry. He didn't have an easy answer, but he supposed it started at the wrists. That's where the fur started, anyway, so it seemed like the most straightforward answer. He swung around with order in paw and slid it without ceremony towards the customer it belonged to. In the blink of an eye he suddenly found himself the size of a spoon and drowning in cold foam. Tyrian flailed wildly up at the clear, domed lid of the drink he'd just pushed to the customer. His claws scrabbled at the inside lip while his back feet - not quite reaching the bottom of the cup - paddled furiously to keep him afloat. "Spar-" Tyrian dipped under and the rest of his coworker's name came out in bubbles. After bouncing off the bottom of the cup he broke the surface and managed to wedge his paws between opposite sides of the cup. "Sparrow, help!" "" |
