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CompanionA mellow day. A shaft of sunlight wanes through the window over the scene of Briar and the slope of his arm across a countertop, musing under his voice to a bowl of fish. A sprightly orange one swims up to the side of the glass and meets his sheepish vision, goading the boy to attempt a staring contest he would quickly fail. He blinked, rapidly, catching himself with a silly little smile and a giggle to accompany it. "Alright, I get'cha," he mumbled, brushing his hand near the glass without touching it -- he knew better. This was a lesson with experience, after all. His mother struggled to corral him from the displays at the zoo when he was younger, and in his heart he'd always be in that place.
Today, though, he was on a mission. A job, more like, but it was entrusted to him by his oldest friend in the mage contact business and he wasn't about to let her down. Not after all the purpose and continued kindness she had helped to show him. He'd wiggle his finger, teasing the fish, but he'd find himself from his slumped seat and with a handful of food for the little ones instead. "You won, fair 'n square," he mulled, soft to the creature, and sprinkled in flakes for his afternoon meal. "You're a real pretty one, too, aren't you? It's like a sunset. How'd you get like that, little guy?" His own colors were more muted - dulcet, at least - and it wasn't lost to him that he dressed for this type of vividness. He wasn't unhappy or left wanting for much, but oh, to be a bright little fish in a bowl during the late afternoon hours. How much color could he have, then?
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Today, though, he was on a mission. A job, more like, but it was entrusted to him by his oldest friend in the mage contact business and he wasn't about to let her down. Not after all the purpose and continued kindness she had helped to show him. He'd wiggle his finger, teasing the fish, but he'd find himself from his slumped seat and with a handful of food for the little ones instead. "You won, fair 'n square," he mulled, soft to the creature, and sprinkled in flakes for his afternoon meal. "You're a real pretty one, too, aren't you? It's like a sunset. How'd you get like that, little guy?" His own colors were more muted - dulcet, at least - and it wasn't lost to him that he dressed for this type of vividness. He wasn't unhappy or left wanting for much, but oh, to be a bright little fish in a bowl during the late afternoon hours. How much color could he have, then?
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