a wild chaos gremlin with a hoarding habit

Fox stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes at the intruder. He had left his office door open for a minute and one of those pests had gotten in again.

"Out," Fox commanded, putting down his mug and walking over to scruff the tooka which was curled up on his couch. The tooka didn't react much, except for lifting its head and giving a confused: "Mrrp?"

Now Fox paused. He had the occasional tooka here - they were feral, they were living around the base and the men loved them. And sometimes they snuck in and he threw them out and they were usually skittish enough to run from him. So it not running was the first thing that threw Fox off.

The second thing was the markings. The tooka had whitish fur with black and orange spots, and a fucking orange mask around its eyes that might look a little too familiar.

It couldn't be, could it? How would that even happen?

Fox scowled at the tooka which now turned on its back, showing Fox its belly. He knew it was a trap. He couldn't resist anyway.

The moment he touched the belly, the tooka curled around his hand, sharp claws scrabbling at his armor and teeth digging into his glove. Fox snorted as the tooka fought his hand until it got tired of it, flopping down with a huff. 

"Aren't you adorable," Fox mumbled, petting the tooka's head. It started purring, insistently pushing against his hand the moment he stopped.

Eventually, Fox picked it up to hold it up in both hands. The way it just dangled there looked so funny to him.

"I wonder how you managed that," Fox said, booping its nose with his thumb. The tooka meowed.

"Hello. Who is that?" 

Fox whirled around, still holding the tooka in his hands, and looked at Tech with wide eyes.

"It's not what it looks like," he said, out of reflex. "I found it on my couch. Was about to kick it out."

Tech raised an eyebrow and said nothing as Fox carried the tooka past him and dropped it to the ground, watching it scatter off through the hallway of the base.

Fox stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes at the intruder. He had left his office door open for a minute and one of those pests had gotten in again.

"Out," Fox commanded, putting down his mug and walking over to scruff the tooka which was curled up on his couch. The tooka didn't react much, except for lifting its head and giving a confused: "Mrrp?"

Now Fox paused. He had the occasional tooka here - they were feral, they were living around the base and the men loved them. And sometimes they snuck in and he threw them out and they were usually skittish enough to run from him. So it not running was the first thing that threw Fox off.

The second thing was the markings. The tooka had whitish fur with black and orange spots, and a fucking orange mask around its eyes that might look a little too familiar.

It couldn't be, could it? How would that even happen?

Fox scowled at the tooka which now turned on its back, showing Fox its belly. He knew it was a trap. He couldn't resist anyway.

The moment he touched the belly, the tooka curled around his hand, sharp claws scrabbling at his armor and teeth digging into his glove. Fox snorted as the tooka fought his hand until it got tired of it, flopping down with a huff. 

"Aren't you adorable," Fox mumbled, petting the tooka's head. It started purring, insistently pushing against his hand the moment he stopped.

Eventually, Fox picked it up to hold it up in both hands. The way it just dangled there looked so funny to him.

"I wonder how you managed that," Fox said, booping its nose with his thumb. The tooka meowed.

"Hello. Who is that?" 

Fox whirled around, still holding the tooka in his hands, and looked at Tech with wide eyes.

"It's not what it looks like," he said, out of reflex. "I found it on my couch. Was about to kick it out."

Tech raised an eyebrow and said nothing as Fox carried the tooka past him and dropped it to the ground, watching it scatter off through the hallway of the base.