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I bought a tablet that comes with 2 years of clip studio paint debut. Debut doesn't let you import brushes from files and the ones I always use on pc are no longer on the asset store. Pain and suffering!!
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Random shenanigans that were brought on by @sharpwindow sending me a hilarious GIF.
And correcting my fowl/foul blunder on Dusty's bio LOL
I bring you a silly snippet...
FOWL PLAY
Petal came home to the apartment she shared with Dusty. It was a complete shitshow. It legitimately looked like someone had broken in and ransacked the place.
She yelled for her sister in distress, hoping everything was alright.
After some thumps and bangs, Dusty carefully opened the door to the spare bedroom and quickly slid out.
She was covered in feathers.
Petal raised an eyebrow wondering what the fuck her little sister was up to now.
"Hey!" Exclaimed Dusty through a forced smile as she sauntered toward her sister.
"Oh Gods... WHAT in the name of the elders is that smell?!" Petal asked, covering her nose and mouth as Dusty got closer.
Dusty's forced smile faltered to a grimacing, gritted grin, taking a small step back.
"So... You remember that last job I was on?" She asked, giving her best *cute and innocent* face to Petal as she plucked feathers from her sweatshirt.
"The animal activist thing? The one that they were claiming there was testing being done for makeup products on animals?"
"That's the one! Boy. You have such a great memory," Dusty smiled, trying to compliment her sister.
Petal frowned at the condescending statement as she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes going wide as various crashing noises were heard from the spare room.
"Dusty... What. Did you do..." It wasn't a question. It was a demand.
"So, uh... Do you remember Bucky??" She questioned, smiling through a grimace as she hurried back to the door after a huge crash.
"Dustin Ivy. I swear to all that is good on Mother Earth..."
But before Petal could finish her statement, Dusty had opened the door and a frantic, scraggly-looking chicken came bumbling and screaming out of the extra room.
"Pecky wait!" Yelled Dusty as she chased the one legged chicken down the hall towards Petal's bedroom.
"PECKY?!" Petal burst out in laughter watching her sister attempting to catch the maniacally squawking bird as it hopped and pecked at Dusty's hands.
"Ouch! Ouch! Pecky stop! I want you to meet my sister! Ouch!"
Petal collected herself and calmly walked down the hall towards the two imbeciles playing finger roulette.
She started humming very slowly and softly until the bird came to a stop and crouched down on the floor, fluffing its sad excuse of a feathered body out to signal it was relaxing.
"Don't you dare touch that bird or I will break all of your fingers," she sang calmly to the tune of her little chicken lullaby.
Dusty stepped back quietly while Petal squatted down, and stroked the bird until its eyes shut. Scooping it up, she brought it back to the spare room and put Pecky into the large containment carrier sitting on the table, and locked her in safely.
Dusty stood behind her sister, jaw agape.
Petal turned and smiled at the younger Petiole. "Pecky can stay. But this room has to be converted into a proper pen for her. And we'll ask William to come and help us cage in the patio," she said in a soft tone, pointing to the glass sliding doors in the room.
Dusty stood, nodding frantically, tears in her eyes, a loving smile on her face.
Petal walked to the bedroom door and chuckled, "I'm surprised you didn't name her Peggy," she joked as she stopped and stared back at her sister.
"Actually I was calling her Peg until she started trying to peck my fingers off!" Dusty admitted, showing Petal her battle wounds.
Petal gave a small laugh, "make sure you clean those well. Gangrene wouldn't be a good look on you."
"I will. Thanks Dahly," she said. "Oh! Hey! What were you singing to make her calm down?" Dusty asked, a look of genuine surprise and wonder that her sister may be a true chicken whisperer.
