[Unfortunately for Siffrin, the pun goes completely over his head. Oops.
This is a very cozy spot - Firepaw wouldn't have cared about privacy, but he does think a nice view is an important factor for a good grooming session. He immediately sits down and curls his tail around his paws, staying upright just so he can work on pulling out their malasadas and awkwardly figuring out a way to get water into the bowl. He... might need help with that part.]
It's really beautiful here... and warm.
did I go on a wikipedia spiral trying to figure out how they'd probably be sealing bottles? maybe
[Firepaw likes it! Siffrin flips their tail, pleased.] Nice place for a nap too, right?
[The smell of malasadas starts to spread, and Siffrin's whiskers twitch. But, seeing Firepaw start to struggle with the glass bottle and bowl, they bap the bottle over to themself.]
[They don't have thumbs any more than Firepaw does, but they are more familiar with dealing with bottles. If they just wedge it over the bowl, and... they pause, tilting their head to each side to make sure the bottle is positioned right, what with their lack of depth perception.]
[Okay, there. They clamp it in place between their paws and worry the cork free with their teeth, letting the water start pouring out.]
tbh technus needs to invent squeezy bottles for them
[Firepaw gives Siffrin space to work, and watches them with open fascination. That's much smarter than whatever he was planning to do. (He didn't actually have a plan at all.)]
Bottles might actually be the one thing I'd want to bring home with me... usually we soak moss with water to bring it places, but then it tastes like moss.
[Or they can go out and drink out of puddles and streams, but that's not always possible.]
they'd have to be smartbottles since it's technus. a curse is unleashed upon pokekind...
[Mossy water... well, it doesn't sound like the worst thing. Siffrin's done more than their fair sure of drinking out of streams themself!]
[Hmmm. Through the cork stopper, their voice muffled, they ask:] Do humans... not use bottles, where you're from?
[If Firepaw says yes, they might honestly believe him. They have a really weird idea about what the humans from his home are like at this point...]
[But yes they are implying that the Clans should just steal some water bottles.]
[Siffrin nudges the bottle with their nose to tilt it down when the water stops flowing - they don't trust repositioning it with their paws. When it's empty, they roll it back into the bag, and drop the stopper in with it.]
Oh, they do! I think they do. But the cats don't have anything like that - they don't like touching anything that belongs to humans.
[Should he feel bad about how little he paid attention to his owners' lives, to the point where he can't remember if they kept water bottles in the house? Maybe.
He doesn't, though.
Now that they're all set up, though, he folds himself into a loaf and starts eating his malasada. Which means... the conversation might be dead for a little bit, since Firepaw has developed an aggressive sweet tooth since gaining the ability to taste sweetness.]
[Siffrin tucks themself into a slightly less natural-looking loaf, near Firepaw, but not quite touching him. They're still not great at initiating contact.]
[They're noticing, somehow, that Firepaw is saying "they" about the cats rather than "we." But it feels odd to bring that up...]
...why not? [Maybe it's too dangerous to take something human, especially with the weird monster-riding humans Firepaw has?]
[Whatever it is, for now they pull over their malasada with one paw and munch on it too; they don't seem in a rush for an answer. They're probably done sooner than Firepaw, just because of their size difference.]
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This is a very cozy spot - Firepaw wouldn't have cared about privacy, but he does think a nice view is an important factor for a good grooming session. He immediately sits down and curls his tail around his paws, staying upright just so he can work on pulling out their malasadas and awkwardly figuring out a way to get water into the bowl. He... might need help with that part.]
It's really beautiful here... and warm.
did I go on a wikipedia spiral trying to figure out how they'd probably be sealing bottles? maybe
[The smell of malasadas starts to spread, and Siffrin's whiskers twitch. But, seeing Firepaw start to struggle with the glass bottle and bowl, they bap the bottle over to themself.]
[They don't have thumbs any more than Firepaw does, but they are more familiar with dealing with bottles. If they just wedge it over the bowl, and... they pause, tilting their head to each side to make sure the bottle is positioned right, what with their lack of depth perception.]
[Okay, there. They clamp it in place between their paws and worry the cork free with their teeth, letting the water start pouring out.]
tbh technus needs to invent squeezy bottles for them
Bottles might actually be the one thing I'd want to bring home with me... usually we soak moss with water to bring it places, but then it tastes like moss.
[Or they can go out and drink out of puddles and streams, but that's not always possible.]
they'd have to be smartbottles since it's technus. a curse is unleashed upon pokekind...
[Hmmm. Through the cork stopper, their voice muffled, they ask:] Do humans... not use bottles, where you're from?
[If Firepaw says yes, they might honestly believe him. They have a really weird idea about what the humans from his home are like at this point...]
[
But yes they are implying that the Clans should just steal some water bottles.][Siffrin nudges the bottle with their nose to tilt it down when the water stops flowing - they don't trust repositioning it with their paws. When it's empty, they roll it back into the bag, and drop the stopper in with it.]
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[Should he feel bad about how little he paid attention to his owners' lives, to the point where he can't remember if they kept water bottles in the house? Maybe.
He doesn't, though.
Now that they're all set up, though, he folds himself into a loaf and starts eating his malasada. Which means... the conversation might be dead for a little bit, since Firepaw has developed an aggressive sweet tooth since gaining the ability to taste sweetness.]
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[They're noticing, somehow, that Firepaw is saying "they" about the cats rather than "we." But it feels odd to bring that up...]
...why not? [Maybe it's too dangerous to take something human, especially with the weird monster-riding humans Firepaw has?]
[Whatever it is, for now they pull over their malasada with one paw and munch on it too; they don't seem in a rush for an answer. They're probably done sooner than Firepaw, just because of their size difference.]