[ solos ] vs. Minipets (Reese)

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Use

The booth was going down and the last few remaining treats were given out. Tink had kept several, of course, and Reese had the distinct feeling that the grim had been expecting to take home more than that few. Such a shame there had been so many skilled bean-bag athletes in attendance.

Once of the treats remained unaccounted for, though. It had escaped its little harness and, in all likelihood, had been eaten or some other terrible fate. Reese felt this was a fair exchange and had been content with that version of events, when, after lifting her basket of leftover beanbags, the missing treat hopped in.

She gazed down at it grimly and the treat stared back and flapped its little paw at her as if to say, go on.  

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Use

She'd wanted to name it Useless, but one glance at Tink had her changing her mind. Use would be much better. She could say it out loud easily. The treat was unimpressed and long suffering, it had worked hard in order to get rid of the rest of the rabble and hand out tickets and it wanted very much to be fed rather than named.  

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Professor Shaky Paws

It was a very battered book, simply sitting under a tree for anyone to take. There was a carving above it, and she did not understand the language, nor the symbols, but there was that about it which indicated it was created in memoriam. There were other items as well: a bottle, half drunk; a paper boat; a bouquet of not flowers, but odd and fragrant herbs; a belt that was well worn, but of obvious good quality; a brilliantly coloured scarf. The other items were of interest, but the book most of all. It was opened to a certain page with many underlines and notes in the margins, and there was a meaning to it beyond what she could comprehend with only a brief existence to draw from.

She began to gather up the things, seeing no need to save them out for one who was in no position to keep them. The scarf, sadly, turned out to belong to a minipet that had not been sleeping so much as gone very, very still at her approach. When she reached for the scarf, the creature lashed out at the air above her hand and then dashed off.

Reese gaze mournfully in the direction it went. The scarf had been very nice, indeed.  

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Professor Shaky Paws

It was waiting outside her door when Reese left to go junking the next day. She gave it a grim look, once, and then proceeded to ignore the creature. Through scrapyards and dumpsters it followed her, sublimely uncaring if she payed attention to it or not. The minipet did, however, make rather impressive shows of surprising grace, leaping and climbing and generally making her look extremely clumsy and unskilled in comparison.

It was swift and she was anything but.

It was annoying and obnoxious and more useless than Use and when she got home and it simply ran off, she slammed the door behind her.