Chadwyck sat lazily by the front door of his house, his yellow rings around his ears and the circles on his legs and forehead were glowing a vibrant yellow; it made him stand out from the dark night around him. He yawned, checking the time: just after three a.m.
His fishing pole was stuck into the sand in front of him; yes he lived on the beach, the vast ocean expanding like a blanket of salty black. The sounds of the waves were so serene and calming. And he could feel the chill in the air blowing off of the water. He hated it.
"That... horrible Zigzagoon." The Umbreon complained, thudding the back of his head against the house behind him. "He didn't tell me that I'd be in debt to him for the next seven hundred years when he gave me this godforsaken little shanty by the sea." He sighed again, deciding it was just about time to call it quits, nothing was biting and he didn't feel much like hunting down fish silhouettes in the water at this time of night. He'd already stuffed enough fish into his pockets; which always just sounded a bit wrong to him.
He stood up and slung his fishing pole over his shoulder, he didn't feel like taking the time to put it away, he'd just drop it somewhere in his house. He turned around and opened the door, taking a step into the once refurbished house. It was bigger than when he had first moved in, but then, a refrigerator box would have been bigger than his house when he first moved in.
As it was now there was a bit more space, though not a lot of it. He had mismatched furniture, which was fine with him, there weren't any people to buy from at the flea market aside from Sem, and he was quite attached to his Modern Furniture set. He looked at his wardrobe and considered changing, but quickly decided he was fine; he was dressed in a Beatnik Shirt, and while he didn't see how stripes were considered Beatnik-y, he liked the shirt quite a bit.
"Might as well go and pay the shop a visit and get rid of these fish." He muttered as he looked to the corner of the room to the left of the door; it was where he had a glass tank, the tank in which he kept his pet Barred Knifejaw. He could have sold it to Don Nick, or donated it to the museum if the idea so struck him, but he decided he liked the way that it looked and kept it in his house. It had no name, but Chadwyck would come up with one later.
He left his house after flicking off his robo lamp, which he always left on accidentally. He took a nice trek through the town in the brisk night air to the shop, which was at the other end of town. It was a hassle, but it suited him just fine; at least Don Nick wouldn't remind him of his crippling debt quite as often. Not that the Zigzagoon would bring it up, but the sight of him was enough to make Chadwyck dwell on it.
He got to the shop and walked inside.
His fishing pole was stuck into the sand in front of him; yes he lived on the beach, the vast ocean expanding like a blanket of salty black. The sounds of the waves were so serene and calming. And he could feel the chill in the air blowing off of the water. He hated it.
"That... horrible Zigzagoon." The Umbreon complained, thudding the back of his head against the house behind him. "He didn't tell me that I'd be in debt to him for the next seven hundred years when he gave me this godforsaken little shanty by the sea." He sighed again, deciding it was just about time to call it quits, nothing was biting and he didn't feel much like hunting down fish silhouettes in the water at this time of night. He'd already stuffed enough fish into his pockets; which always just sounded a bit wrong to him.
He stood up and slung his fishing pole over his shoulder, he didn't feel like taking the time to put it away, he'd just drop it somewhere in his house. He turned around and opened the door, taking a step into the once refurbished house. It was bigger than when he had first moved in, but then, a refrigerator box would have been bigger than his house when he first moved in.
As it was now there was a bit more space, though not a lot of it. He had mismatched furniture, which was fine with him, there weren't any people to buy from at the flea market aside from Sem, and he was quite attached to his Modern Furniture set. He looked at his wardrobe and considered changing, but quickly decided he was fine; he was dressed in a Beatnik Shirt, and while he didn't see how stripes were considered Beatnik-y, he liked the shirt quite a bit.
"Might as well go and pay the shop a visit and get rid of these fish." He muttered as he looked to the corner of the room to the left of the door; it was where he had a glass tank, the tank in which he kept his pet Barred Knifejaw. He could have sold it to Don Nick, or donated it to the museum if the idea so struck him, but he decided he liked the way that it looked and kept it in his house. It had no name, but Chadwyck would come up with one later.
He left his house after flicking off his robo lamp, which he always left on accidentally. He took a nice trek through the town in the brisk night air to the shop, which was at the other end of town. It was a hassle, but it suited him just fine; at least Don Nick wouldn't remind him of his crippling debt quite as often. Not that the Zigzagoon would bring it up, but the sight of him was enough to make Chadwyck dwell on it.
He got to the shop and walked inside.