there’s lots of pepper in the food tonight. featuring @solbled.
pepper doesn’t run away OFTEN. today is just an off day.
prospective snacks are ALL that fill the little raccoon’s mind as she dives deep into an inconspicuous burlap sack - her small, fluffy TUMMY is soon filled with succulent turnip bits, chewed up by tiny fangs as her baby paws dig in. oliver feeds her WELL, of course; she lives quite comfortably for a rodent. however, she can never resist the sweet smell of VEGETABLES, the fragrant aroma of food ... regardless of how hungry she is. such is the life of a bowman’s pet ! if there was no MEAT to bring home, she’ll fend for herself !
the bowman, however, is not far behind.
frantic footsteps charge into the DINING HALL with nary a moment’s notice, shined shoes slipping and sliding across the newly - cleaned floor before - whoops ! - down he goes, COLLAPSING onto the floor with a loud thunk ! and a pained yelp. he has no meat on his bones, that’s for certain; the fall hits a lot harder than he THINKS it will. his expression is panicked, nervous, his knees knocking together as he slowly pulls himself up. just KNOCK the damn walls down, why don’t you, oliver.
smile is sheepish, teeth are near - BLINDING white. freckles lay across a war - painted face as he peers towards whoever is awaiting him in the kitchen. FUCK. he’s going to be wrung like a cloth by those giant hands.
“ ‘scuse me, uh ... y - you WOULDN’T have happened to see a raccoon, have you ? ‘bout yay - big, really hungry ... she doesn’t BITE, but ... ”
