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Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 19, 2020 17:25:08 GMT -5
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The city swung between being alive and being dead. Like a pendulum, it never really stopped moving. Changing. It never made a lot of sense to Funk, but neither did the hands casually running through his pelt as he walked through the crowd of twolegs. They all sat or stood in front of a structure, swaying and tapping as it made noise. Really, the twolegs on it made the noise. Obnoxious and loud, it must have united them. The noise made his ears ring, the smell made him gag. He kept walking though, ignoring the coos and snaps that tried to distract him. Cans and cups were scattered around a black basket, though none held anything of interest until a twoleg held one out and practically made him try it. It was bitter, he almost liked it. Not enough to resist spinning back and grabbing whatever they were guarding. Sure, it got him chased out with a can or two thrown at him, but it was worth it as he skidded to a stop in the treeline. The bitter drink had begun to stick to his pelt, making him shudder as he opened the bag he grabbed. Funk didn't recognize it, closing it back up as his mind raced with different ideas on how to test it.
