[PRP] Five more minutes! [Fyffe/Vevilla]

[Painted Moose]

Since the moment Fyffe had made his first appearance in the world, he could feel it. That burning need that curled in his soul that pushed him towards music. And of course, the egotistical aspect of it that made him want to be the best.

Of course, that would mean waking up early, which Fyffe was soooo not into. With his siblings outside and playing, only Fyfee remained to keep the den warm. He stretched out on his back, pushing up against a wall of some sort with his hind legs with a hazy look to his eyes. He wasn't really asleep, but he wasn't really awake, either. And maybe, just maybe, if he was really quiet, his mother might even let him sleep the day away.

Fyffe could be awesome any day. So, why do today what you could put off til tomorrow?

 

[Yin-Bug]

Vevilla was spending some of her time in the morning, after getting her cubs up and going, she had led them out side to play for a little while and she was even enjoying some time romping with them. For at least a little bit. She always enjoyed playing with cubs and for her to play with her own cubs was something exciting for her. She enjoyed playing with them and running around with them. Or course she found the perfect time to get them up and going was in the morning time. Her father would get her up and going in the morning and she was told that his mother would get him to do the same thing. Because of that she would try her hardest to get her cubs up and going as soon as she could.

She laughed a little and laughed at them giggling as she backed away from her cubs. Most of them were playing except for one, she knew where he was and she was going to get him going to along with the others, in a little she wanted to take them out to do some more things however she needed veryone up and going to do that and one of the cubs were not outside playing. Because of that she chuckled some and then moved quickly toward the den opening and looked down at the small cub that was sitting in the front of the den. "Fyffe, what are you doing silly?" She asked with a small chuckle leaning over and nudging him gently as possible." She chuckled again and then licked the top of his head. "We're going to go out to visit grandpa in a little, you have to wake up." She teased him ruffling his 'mane.'  

[Painted Moose]

Fyffe turned his head just enough so that he could see his mother as she approached. Of course, looking at her upside down turned out to be cooler than looking at her straight on. "I'm a'seepin', momma." When she nudged him, he only closed his eyes and tried his best to play into his role.

"Mooommmmmaaaaa," He whined, hurriedly fixing his mane. Why couldn't she see that he just wanted to sleep? Was it that bad? Fyffe rolled over onto his stomach, flopping up against his mother's leg before sprawling out on his stomach. "Nuh uh. Ga'pa can come he'were. Seep now." And on cue, the young cub closed his eyes, hoping against all odds that she would listen to him. It hadn't worked yet, but maybe, just maybe, it would.  

[Yin-Bug]

Vevilla looked at the little cub and chuckled some. The little cub was acting like one of her brothers when she was much younger. She thought it was kind of funny but at the same time she wanted to get moving soon. "Come on little one." She giggled again nudging him. "I see you're sleeping but it's morning time." She teased nuding him again. She thought that it was kind of amusing. She flicked her hair out of her eyes and then pawed at him aain "No! It's not sleep time." She giggled again and then flicked her tail on his nose. "Grandpa can't come here, we have to go see him."  

[Painted Moose]

Fyffe made a little sound somewhere between a growl and a moan as he burrowed his face into the ground. He shook his head back and forth, his little mane flopping all around his head. "No!" came his muffled reply. The little cub stubbornly dug his claws into the ground to prevent even the slightest of movements thanks to his mother's persistent nudging.

"G'anpa's not dead, so he can come here." He huffed, then started to sputter when her tail flicked his nose. Fyffe lifted himself up enough to swat at it before curling into himself like a little bug.  

[Yin-Bug]

This was the annoying part of being a single mother. You didn't really have back up or help in situations like this. It was actually very frustrating not having the help that she wanted she had her family but they were with her all of the time she was by herself mostly and it was frustrating. She paused for a moment and turned toward the little cub and pulled him closer nudging him trying to get him to get out of the ball that he was in. He paused and then started to talk to him. "That isn't very nice, your grandpa is gonna be upset he if hears that." She said simply shaking her head as the cub resisted, she just wanted to go and he wasn't being a big fan of it at all.  

[Painted Moose]

Yin-Bug

For the most part he struggled against her, and held tight to his hind paws so as to keep to his ball. The little one wanted very much to just be left alone to his napping, though it didn't seem as if it was going to work out.

Fyffe grumbled, letting out a very childish whine before peeping up at his mother from behind a paw. "Well 'e's not," He pointed out with a pout. Why would his grandpa be upset if he was still alive? That didn't make a lot of sense! People were supposed to be happy to be alive. "...'ow 'bout you go today, and I can go 'morrow? That way, G'anpa still gets ta see me."