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no_thief ([personal profile] no_thief) wrote2009-04-02 10:51 pm

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She's looking around as they step out through the door, half wary, half fascinated.

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-06 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think..."

He's squinting again, reaching out with one hand to brace himself on the side of the car. Light catches on a patch of fur as the shapes move closer -- bright, orangeish-red.

With dawning awe, Felix whispers, "I think they're foxes."

He's never seen wild ones before; just photographs, or pictures in storybooks.

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-07 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
With dogs, Felix knows you're supposed to offer them your hand to smell. Should he do the same thing to a fox, or will it bite him?

Uncertain: "Should we call someone?"

They have people around here who take care of injured wild animals. But...the foxes aren't acting like they're injured. Just scared, like Kaya said.

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-07 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah."

He'll skip the telephone explanation for now.

"They've got people who take care of wild animals if they're hurt, or if, um." Felix, mindful of the cubs, peeks under the car again. "You didn't see their mom or dad, did you?"

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-07 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. Letting them smell his hands is, apparently, the way to go.

Still with the same uncertainty -- and the same quiet awe, which has never been too far away -- Felix offers both hands to the smaller cub, palms up, fingers spread. He tries to imitate the same sound Kaya made before: tik-tik-tik. "It's okay," he whispers. "I'm not going to hurt you."

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-07 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Felix cracks a grin at that, and a brief giggle escapes before he can stop himself.

The other cub teeters the last few inches to his hands. Felix cups them together; as the cub leans in to sniff his fingertips, it overbalances and flails with its front legs to catch onto something.

That something turns out to be Felix's fingers.

Oblivious to the way Felix's eyes widen, it props its paws more solidly against him and begins a thorough exploration, wet nose tickling his palms.

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-07 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"How old do you think they are?"

Clearly, Felix's wrists warrant as thorough an examination as his palms. The cub, legs shaking with the effort, tries to hoist itself fully into his hands; quickly, Felix flattens them on the ground to make things easier.

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-07 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Very carefully, Felix eases himself up. The cub -- which almost, but not quite, fits neatly into his cupped hands -- lifts its head with a startled squeak, trying to turn a circle as it leaves the ground.

"Shhh," Felix whispers again, with another small and soothing smile. He brings it close to his chest. "It's okay."

To Kaya, not much louder: "Maybe we could take them back to the bar. Somebody could help there."

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-08 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
But their mother's not here, and they are, and there's got to be somebody in Milliways who knows how to take care of baby foxes. Felix opens his mouth, on the verge of saying that aloud, then closes it, trying to figure out a nicer way to voice his thoughts.

"We could look for their mom first," he suggests. "On the way th -- "

The last word dissolves into a squeak of his own as the other cub pokes its nose down the front of his T-shirt.

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-08 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Apparently, whatever the fox finds there is simply fascinating. Fascinating enough, in fact, for it to scrabble about as it dives all the way inside his shirt.

Felix's squeaks abruptly turn into yelps.

...And laughter, because good lords, that TICKLES.

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-08 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Felix wraps both arms around the squirmy lump, still laughing helplessly as he tries to coax it out of his shirt (or, if nothing else, try to stop it from going any further down his shirt). "Out," he wheezes, "c'mon -- "

The lump surges back up toward the collar, and a second later, the cub's head reemerges. Felix gasps a breath, grinning, as the two stare at one another.

Then the cub leans in and licks Felix's nose, snuggling more firmly against him.

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-08 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Felix squinches his face up, readjusts his hold on the fox, and swipes the back of his hand over his nose.

He hasn't stopped smiling, though.

"Good boy," he murmurs, and carefully settles a hand on the fox's head, giving its ears a gentle rub. A beat passes. "Or, um, girl."

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-08 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," says Felix. Cradling the cub, he gets to his feet; "Yeah," he says again, but it seems...a little less certain this time.

"Have you ever gotten there on purpose?"

[community profile] phoenixmuses 2009-04-08 03:21 am (UTC)(link)




"Oh."

Oops.

Felix looks down at the cub. Content, for now, she yawns hugely and tucks her head against Felix's neck.

"Um." He thinks, absently reaching to stroke her fur again. "Sometimes if I'm kind of thinking about the bar, it'll show up when I open a door. We could try that?"

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