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I nod and blush at the head ruffling, then raise my hands.

"To grant comfort to this mouse(-une),
Make this box into a house."

And with that the box morphs into a small apartment of sorts, complete with plush little bed and lanterns that Phi placed.

"I thought the lanterns were a great idea, by the way. Nice work with that." I kick my foot idly, tail swishing. "So do I pay tolls or something to live here? I don't exactly have income. Or a fur brush, but I'll fix that later."

"No, silly. It's just a house. In fact, I'm sleeping here as well due to the fact I hate apartments and such as well. Have a good night, tomorrow we'll begin your apprenticeship," said Philosofia. After that, they went to bed.
(Ima gonna post this in Westerfield as well, that okay?)

"Oh, okay. That's a relief... Can't find much on the job market nowadays."

That was a lie. I had never found anything on the job market (at least, anything that didn't involve black magic).

"Well, in that case, I'm off to bed. Thank you for the pop and the room! I appreciate it!" And with that I scamper to my bed-- warm and soft-- and go to sleep.

(Sure! So that means this story is added to Westerfield's "canon", right? I read something about that on the starter guide. I think I'll look into Westerfield, and if you're okay with it, I'd like to see if we can be long-term partners. )

(Sir, I'd love to. This would be an AWESOME role play!)

(Awesome. You think Froggy would mind if I applied for Wester, considering Snicker's non-human?)

(Aw, she wouldn't mind
You're my apprentice IC anyways, I think she'd like to see you test out other classes )

(I suppose we should take this to PM to avoid clutter. ">3>)

(Sure! Useless, forum taking up space, burrito munching clutter.
Jk, there are no burritos.
Darn.
Anyhow, PMs we go!)

Snicker woke with a yawn and a shake, stepping out of the little "apartment", and took a good look at his surroundings. Everywhere he looked he saw paper; stacked on shelves, under the desk, and just about anywhere paper would fit. Snicker could hypothesize two explanations: Phi was a writer or a butcher.

He hopped off the desk and stared curiously at the office room door before leaping at it. Launching on to the handle, he used his wait to turn the knob and open the door.

Let's see what mischief we can wreak.

Phi spent the whole night charging. Learnists didn't sleep. They charged.

(Sorry for the perspective change, by the way. I noticed most people did third person, so I figured I'd try to do that. I don't think I like it. ">3> So I'll change back.)

I look up and down the hall, curious. Is it safe to wander about? Is someone going to chase me down? I'm hungry too. Maybe I should wait for Phi... I'm not sure about the rules of this place.

I need a way to blend in-- to look like a mundy. Maybe if I looked like a tamed animal... Ick, would that mean I'd have to wear a collar?

I pad back into the office where Phi is and poke at her ankle. I'm no longer so sure about this.

Phi suddenly leaps out of her charging position and into a combat one. "Oh, it's just you, good morning, Snicker!" Greeted Philosofia. (Go ahead and post on the Westerfield thread about going to the cafeteria for breakfast.)