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 didn't realize their vision was so terrible." Thomas smiled as the gray rat climbed his arm in order to investigate his face and hair. The whiskers tickled but it was rather delightful. "You know, I think... they might be fine little pets," he admitted, almost bashfully, to Daine.

A little gray-and-white peered out of its hiding place and climbed up to the open door. He made his way to the outside of the cage and climbed higher, until he could sit on the top. Is he nice? he asked.

Smells a bit funny but not in a bad way, the gray on Thomas's shoulder answered.

[wildmage_daine]

"I think they might, too," Daine replies, sounding even more surprised by that fact than Thomas did. Ten minutes ago, she never would have believed it - she'd've laughed at the suggestion. Now, she carefully lifts the albino up to her face so it can investigate her, its little paws braced against her nose as it sniffs her hair.

She comes close to laughing at the rat's assessment of Thomas, but she manages to fight it back. "Thomas has a workshop where he makes things," she explains to them. "There's lots of wood and glue and paint and suchlike. You'd have to mind what you nibbled." To Thomas, she belatedly (and imperfectly) translates, "They think you smell interesting."

[very_sharpe]

"I could give them some wood though, couldn't it? Scrap pieces that aren't all splinters?" He thought that might be nice for them, especially to keep their teeth in order. Thomas smiled as he ended up with a second rat climbing on him, utterly delighted.

"Perhaps a cat some day, but... I think I've found my new little friends," he admits. "Do you think they'd be a good sort for me?" As it was, the gray rat that had settled on his shoulder had tucked himself against Thomas's neck, tail loosely curled around him. He seemed quite content to stay there and snuggle.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine nods. "It should be all right, so long as it's not treated with anything." These rats are worlds away from what she would have expected as far as their minds are concerned, but their bodies don't seem all that different from what any given wild rat's would be. They should be sturdy enough to handle a bit of wood. It's paint she's worried about; it might have lead in it, or something else that could make them ill.

"I think they've picked you," she adds with a grin and a nod towards the rat cuddled up by his neck. "I don't know about keeping 'em as pets, but they won't eat as much or make as much mess as a dog or a cat would. They like to chew, is the main thing, so they'll need safe things to nibble, and you'll have to keep anything important where they can't get it. And they can get just about anywhere."

She frowns thoughtfully. On principle, she doesn't want to suggest caging them. But they're so small that she's not sure shutting them in a big cage would be all that different than keeping a cat in an apartment. The alternative is trying to find a way to rat-proof everything, which makes her tired just thinking about it.

[very_sharpe]

"Well, that's that, then." He smiled and lightly pet the two rats, entirely content to have these little rodents snuggled up to him. "Suppose we should go fill out paperwork, shouldn't we?" He knew they had to do that in order to adopt them.

"Then we'll see if we can get you a nice big house to run around in." He wanted them to have room so that they weren't on top of each other. "And toys.. they're smart, aren't they? I mean, not to say that any animal is really stupid but... They're clever." He looked at Daine for confirmation, wanting to know what sort of things would be good for them - if they needed things to play with or just things to chew on.

[wildmage_daine]

"I suppose we should," Daine says, reluctantly shifting the albino back into the cage. Another rat with faded brown patch on its nose takes the opportunity to brace its forepaws against her fingers, and she gives it a gentle scritch before pulling her hand back out. They really are sweet little things.

It's a relief to at least hear that Thomas plans on getting them a big enclosure. And toys, no less. "You'll spoil them rotten," she says with a slow smile. "I'm sure they'd love to have things to play with. They're fair curious - and clever, yes. The more you occupy them, the less likely they are to get into things you'd rather they didn't." She considers the idea for a few moments, then adds, "If you could hide food in places where they'd have to work to get at it, I'm sure that'd keep 'em busy."

[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.