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Oh ‘Gates, it was the baker. Of course it wasn’t going to go smoothly, ugh. Grimacing at their bad fortune, she supposed on reflection that it might yet be beneficial in the long run if Finnian was able to keep up a good conversation. Ultimately they’d have something to chat about, at least, and a reason for doing so, even if the older beast was annoyed.
Mouthing “what’s a flamingo?” at the todd’s back as he scampered off to enact the plans, Cricket lingered in bemused silence until Mariel spoke again. She merely nodded, knowing by this stage that to start arguing was only going to distract them from the work. Cupcakes were the priority, and as long as the trio could get their overly-generous share by the end she’d bite her tongue. Well, sort of: she did need it for her eyes, after all.
Climbing is as natural for a gecko as walking: she was skittering up the surfaces no sooner had Mariel mentioned it, pausing at the windowsill to eye the stacks of boxes with covetous glee. “Just keep your ears open,” she murmured as the bunting was passed across to her co-conspirator, “I won’t be able to hear Finn well from in ‘ere. If he starts off, let me know and I’ll come back round.”
Trusting to the talents of both fox and wildcat, Cricket scaled the wall down inside the building (she could have jumped but with her poor aim and the number of boxes it would have proven a noisy risk) and began getting to work. Salivating at the pervasive aromas of sugar and baked goods, she left the rigging of the bunting contraption to Mariel and hastened to start stacking boxes near the window. The heist was on.
@FinnianBrightfur @Mariel Rustyfangs
Mouthing “what’s a flamingo?” at the todd’s back as he scampered off to enact the plans, Cricket lingered in bemused silence until Mariel spoke again. She merely nodded, knowing by this stage that to start arguing was only going to distract them from the work. Cupcakes were the priority, and as long as the trio could get their overly-generous share by the end she’d bite her tongue. Well, sort of: she did need it for her eyes, after all.
Climbing is as natural for a gecko as walking: she was skittering up the surfaces no sooner had Mariel mentioned it, pausing at the windowsill to eye the stacks of boxes with covetous glee. “Just keep your ears open,” she murmured as the bunting was passed across to her co-conspirator, “I won’t be able to hear Finn well from in ‘ere. If he starts off, let me know and I’ll come back round.”
Trusting to the talents of both fox and wildcat, Cricket scaled the wall down inside the building (she could have jumped but with her poor aim and the number of boxes it would have proven a noisy risk) and began getting to work. Salivating at the pervasive aromas of sugar and baked goods, she left the rigging of the bunting contraption to Mariel and hastened to start stacking boxes near the window. The heist was on.
@FinnianBrightfur @Mariel Rustyfangs
