The pitter patter of little paws

[very_sharpe]

Thomas was rather excited by the prospect of finding animals that might want to live with him, and not in the guess-work sort of way that it always seemed to be. Daine would help him, he hoped, find a pet or two that might suit him. He'd spent so little of his life choosing things for himself that the prospect of at least having help was terribly appealing.

He waited outside the shelter for her, supposing this was as good a place as any to start. The idea of giving an animal that needed a home some help also appealed. There was no sense in going to a pet shop when adopting would do just as well.

A smile appeared when he saw her and he pushed away from the wall he'd been leaning on. His clothes were simple yet stylish; he'd entirely embraced what Darrow had to offer and rather prided himself on looking put together.

"Thank you, I'm glad this time worked. Steve offered to watch the shop and it seemed as good a time as any."

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[very_sharpe]

"I wish I could talk to them like you did... We'll have to have regular tea meetings so you can make sure they're happy and have what they need," he said with a small smile.

It wasn't difficult to find someone to help them with the paperwork - there was relatively little for adopting such small animals, since they didn't need any kind of licensing. From there, a volunteer gets boxes for them with little holes - just enough for a curious nose to stick out but not enough for an entire head.

Thomas wished he could take all of them, but two seemed the best for right now... Maybe he would come back for more if things went well.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine feels just a bit ridiculous for impulsively filling out her own application, but she can't say she's sorry, either. They're different than the rats from home, and taking a couple back to her apartment for further study seems like the sort of thing Numair would do. It's just that she probably won't be 'studying' them so much as just chatting and playing with them.

"Most creatures are good at making themselves understood, 'specially once you learn how to read them," Daine says, giving Thomas a reassuring smile. "You'll figure them out, I'm sure. Though I wouldn't say no to visits, either - and of course I'll come by if either of them seems ill or is acting odd."

It's a short enough trip to the pet store for more supplies. Daine avoids the cages - she plans on giving hers the run of the place, after a stern talk about what not to chew, where to leave any droppings, and where to hide if the landlord makes any unexpected visits (the same talk she gives any wild or semi-feral creature capable of slipping into her second-story window) - and instead spends a fair amount of time perusing the food options with an assessing frown until she's settled on the one she deems best.