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It's raining pretty hard. The awnings have been deployed over the main thoroughfares, where people might be nyooming fast enough for hydroplaning to be an issue, but on the side streets that wouldn't comprise the majority of any journey taken at speed there aren't any awnings, and there definitely aren't in alleys with the trash bins and spare mop bucket and extra folding chairs belonging to a fried dough joint. The toasty sweet smells of the dough and all the toppings leak out a little into the alley, but mostly it smells like trash bins and mop bucket and rain.
a furry land-going octopus in green
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Doesn't seem to care for that; it's less interested in singing along when the additional noises are present.
Then she will stop; she isn't as tuneful as Pavo. Instead she gets one of the more complicated enrichment toys they have for when they pick up a monkey. "You've got it on - cat food?"
"Yeah, it seems to like it all right."
She puts a cat treat in the toy and closes it up and offers it to the creature.
It takes the toy with a single tentacle, like it did with the phone. A couple of others wave around. The first thing it tries to get at the inside is pushing in to a likely gap with one claw-tipped tentacle, trying to stab the treat.
It doesn't seem to want to be pried - it'll budge, but it'd have to be forced to get open that way....
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