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Continuing from here x
“Hm. Very well. Do as you please.”
The spy places the empty glass back onto the kitchen counter. Instead of taking issue with it, he should probably just take the compliments and see what the boy ends up doing in the future. It’s not much and only natural in the beginning of a human relationship and he has granted Patch a compliment, too, after all. Trebor glances briefly at his wrist watch. He has spend quite some time here and is ready to leave the moment they take out the shirts from the dryer.
“Animals are not my strong point but I believe to know that foxes are hard to keep. Even easily domesticated animals can be a challenge. Get yourself a fox, but where would you keep it and how to feed it? The few recent memories I have emphasise my general impression of animals being just a nuisance to ones personal life.”
Those memories being his exploits as a certain police detective and his pet fish. If there is a pet alongside his target, they are the first thing to go. By accident of course.
Patch blinked twice before grinning with Trebor’s words laughing as he began thinking of a compliment that would be accepted, he would’ve tried later on even without this conversation but knowing the other wasn’t bothered was a nice bonus. “Hmm, I like…your shirt…it is warm and big, it feels nice on my skin. That’s something people say nice things about, right? Because you choose it n'stuff. I think.” ‘it’s meant to praise their sense of style,’ he was told since style was something people put time and effort into.
Listening to Trebor’s points about keeping a fox he giggled, “I could keep it here, in my flat! It’d be fun, yes? …or I could ask pimp imp to help me, he has land I could borrow and the girls would love it.” But he’d rather keep one in his place and not share more than anything, “I know some of the things they eat! Berries, fruit stuffs, meat, plant things…do you think they’d eat eggs from the store? Or would they be too cold by then to eat?” it couldn’t be that different from warm chicken eggs in chicken houses, they were just cold. And not baby chicken potential anymore.
Pouting at the last bit he puffed his cheeks before laughing, he could see why they might be a bit of a nuisance in other people’s eyes, they were quite energetic like himself. “Yeah, but they’re loveable nuisances! Like me~!” Leaning back he gave the spy a dramatic smile, his free arm draped over his forehead, winking as he cackled after a moment, “they’re smart and know when you’re sad when you’re happy, protect you, occasionally rush into the walls and furniture…I think they’re worth the hassle it can sometimes be when taking care of them.” He needed to get more dog food if he was going out for cat food later. “Don’t you?”
“No, not particularly. I may not argue against the loyalty and … love some animals appear to be capable of for their owners but other than that no pet is of any use whatsoever. To me.”
He shrugs slightly. Trebor voiced his limited opinion and that is all. From here Patch can do what he likes and if he wishes to keep foxes in this flat then so be it.
The spy takes another look at Patch. The lad is not wearing the shirt right now but when it was mentioned Trebor cannot help to look at the place it was last seen.
“Hum. As said, it was a custom made shirt of high quality. Comfort is a natural expectation.”
Looking over the flat once more, Trebor decides to ask one more question before going back to the dryer.
“It is rather clean… do you do this yourself? Or do you have your friends clean it for you?”
He could see Trebor’s point a little bit if he squinted and tilted his head to the side while thinking about it. It would be hard to care for a pet if he had to go and do spy stuffs a lot or disappear for a long time without bringing his animal companion... sticking his tongue out Patch swung his arms up to stretch, twisting from side to side followed with a rare small cracking noise from his body. "If you got a pet I would watch them for you, ooh!!" Bouncing in his spot Patch whirled around to face the spy, with a sparkle in his eyes. "You could get a fox or weasely ferret thingy!!! An' train them to help you with your spy stuff!!!"
They were so cute and fluffy and were like furry noodles, as he imagined both of them a laugh escaped him as he gestured at Trebor's tie before giggling. "You could even give them a tiny tie and shades!! You could be matching spy duo!! Awwww, just a scary spy and his fluffy noodle companion jumping out from his clothes." Tilting his head to coo playfully at the other in an amused and teasing manner, with his hands clasped together against his cheek. "What do you think? We could check out pet stores for the fluffy babies!"
Complimenting the shirt seemed to be a little more successful, despite the immediate logic of it being high quality and custom so it should be comfy. Smiling kicked his legs and hummed he knew he cleaned the place on his own, but... "Sometimes they help me clean and other times I somehow clean the place on my own, I've been unbanned from the vacuum cleaner. I think it's a ‘team’ effort because we're all a little bit ..meh with cleaning after working since we set the theater up and clean everything there and other stuff, but the place is still tidy and clean." Somehow all together they kept the place clean.













