✽Fifth Post ~ Video✽

[flyingdreams]

[What did Mrs. Brisby do today, one may ask. Usually there is no answer, as she does perfectly fine keeping to herself.

Not today. She shifts a bit uncomfortably, fidgeting. It's clear enough, at least, that she is incredibly uncomfortable.]

Can... someone explain what a "pet store" is to me? Or... explain what a "pet" really is.

I don't think I've ever seen such a dreadful and uncomfortable place...

Comments

[heirconditioner.livejournal.com]

That would be nice.

It's okay though, you don't have to apologize! I have my dad, so it's okay.

[flyingdreams]

As long as they have each other, I think... they can take care of themselves. I don't like it, but...

Yes... I simply mean, I apologize if you were alive when she was lost. That's so hard...

[heirconditioner.livejournal.com]

Oh, no it's always just been me and my dad. My family situation is kind of...odd, to say the least. But it works!

["Odd" is putting it lightly.]

[flyingdreams]

[Well, she's assuming that you were adopted, now. Whoops.]

Well, that's wonderful to hear.

[heirconditioner.livejournal.com]

[Well...that's...not too far off the mark there, actually. Certainly a simpler explanation than ectobiology.]

Hee, yes. Um, so why were you asking about pets?

[flyingdreams]

Ah, well... I entered a place called a "pet store" because I could smell other mice, and...

[heirconditioner.livejournal.com]

Oh...

[Yeah...it just dawned on him that that could be pretty awkward when you're not a human. Good job, John. Good job.]

And I am guessing that you didn't like what you saw...

[flyingdreams]

I'm not really all that special. A-at least, back home, I suppose is the more appropriate way to say that. Johnathan was the one who was special, not me. So seeing other normal mice...

...Well, they... weren't normal in the sense I understand. It was like they weren't really there.