Sokka the 76th - [Action/Voice]

[markofthewise]

It was an adjustment. He didn't much like that he was now single. He hated even more the circumstances that led to it. But after this long, Sokka owed it to himself to put himself back together and make some sense of his life. Or at the very least, try and be a little upright for the sake of his friends. After burying himself in work for the past few weeks, it was time for some sunshine. As sunny as it could be in January, anyway. So while he's out, he's not exactly chipper. But he's trying his best to not look as somber and cranky as he has the last few weeks.

Today, he's out with Foo Foo Cuddly Poops, the tiny Saber Toothed Moose-Lion cub he received for Christmas. The little beast is getting a bit bigger now. His little horns are protruding more and he was growing consistently. The little thing could fit on Sokka's head before, but not anymore. He was just shy of being the size of a beagle now. He'd already been bigger than Sokka remembered when he received him on Christmas. Having seen the mother, he knew Foo Foo would only get bigger. He also couldn't leave Foo Foo at home, since his teeth were coming in. Which meant he was chewing up anything he could get his paws on. Not to mention he was hardly housebroken. So this is why today, Sokka was going to the grocery to explore the diet of moose-lions so he could carry it all back in bulk. Which is why he also had an unseemly large bag. He suspected, before long, he'd have to start using a wheel barrow.

At the grocery store, the two explore a variety of foods they both like. Fruits and meat. It seems Foo Foo has a similar appetite to Sokka.

While he's off in one corner letting Foo Foo got to town on a basket of apples, he hits up the journals.

[Voice]

So. How exactly do you teach an animal not only to stop chewing on your valuables, but also to do their business outside? You know, without actually keeping them outside all the time. [A pause as he looks over at Foo Foo.] At least while they'll still fit in the house.

Comments

[herotypical]

...Curious inquiry? Not the same thing as a big deal. I'll have you know that I'm very pro-cultural-exchange. Not anti.

[markofthewise]

Are you sure you just don't like pairing different half animals together to see what exists and what doesn't?

[herotypical]

...Red-breasted goat-dolphin.

[markofthewise]

[Groan.]

[herotypical]

Poisonous mountain turtle?

[markofthewise]

No.

[Usually he's just mildly annoyed when Buffy does this. But he's on the edge more lately and while he's trying to spend today to unwind, there's a little more harshness this time. Snappier and less patient.]

1/2

[herotypical]

2/2

[herotypical]

Gee. [ ... ] Sorry for trying to play along.

[markofthewise]

Sorry. [A pause and then a little less tersely:]

I'm sorry. I'm just... kind of wound up lately. That's all.

[herotypical]

Have you ever heard the saying about just how much you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you? Not that...not that you bit me. Not that I feed you.

But I could feed you. If you wanted me to. Do you want me to?

[markofthewise]

Well, I'm kind of in a grocery store. As it is. So, I mean, I'm being fed. I'm not in a food shortage.

[herotypical]

Hmm. [ ... ] Actually, you know what this place needs?

[ besides a dentist? ]

An obedience trainer. A dog whisperer, in point of fact. Not that the illustrious Mister Cuddly Poops looks much like a dog. But the principles have gotta be the same, right?

[markofthewise]

Well, there are all those Pokemon trainers...

[herotypical]

I think they're a little too illegal dog fighting ring and not enough North American Flyball Association.

[markofthewise]

I have no idea what the second one is.

[herotypical]

...Think fetch, only competitive.

[markofthewise]

I can't imagine anything that sounds less interesting.

[herotypical]

No dissent here. There's a reason I've never actually had a dog. [ ... ] Before now.

[markofthewise]

Now you can teach him fetch. See what the fuss is about.

[herotypical]

If the fuss is worth it, we can start our own... competitive...fetch...tournament.

[ actually that sounded like the most boring idea ever. buffy is already regretting bringing it up. ]

[markofthewise]

It hasn't even been established that moose-lions are even capable of playing fetch. So I'm not sure if it would be a very fair... fetch competition.

[It sounds even worse saying it than it does hearing it.]

[herotypical]

...I think that's where the training is supposed to come in. And, to be fair, Foo Foo is half-cat. That might mean the endeavour is doomed from the start. Everyone knows you can't train cats.

Moose, on the other hand--

[ how would she know? she's not CANADIAN. ]

[markofthewise]

You know, I have no idea what a moose even looks like. You know, the half-animal kind you're talking about.

[herotypical]

...They're big. Like, bear-sized kinda big.

[ because that's gonna be helpful. ]

[markofthewise]

Well. That's helpful. Thanks.