crimetimefox

[crimetimefox]

lackofoxxygen‌:

“Yeah, it’s me me, dummy. Funny joke.” He rolls his eyes, but gestures to the scene in front of them. “Any second now…and…” He snaps his fingers, and as if on cue, another, moderately less well dressed and still sorta dirty looking Scriggins saunters up to the window, staring at some fancy dress-suits in the store and muttering about how expensive shit was.

“There was this big dance thing coming up, and I was a poorboy, didn’t have a penny to my name. I wanted to go, but no way was I showing up like that.” Not a minute later, a ridiculously dressed lady, corset tied tight and large red dress flowing behind her, also walks up to the window. “And that…is Vivaldi.” What a trippy looking sight. She was shorter than the other Scriggins, but definitely came from royalty. Lots of reds and purples, and her hair was very curled and styled up.

“Did you get a SUGAR MOMMY, SCRIGGINS?!” Gregg says with way too much enthusiasm and excitement for his friend. Now, it’s not to say the fox looks far from laughing and hollering out of excitement, but he’s certainly trying to hold his laughter back. Not paying attention to the situation at hand, he’s staring directly at his friend in question.

Overly smug grin. Arms prepped for flapping. Slight chuckling under his breath.

This is one dangerous fox, ready to ruin the moment with his to the point brain... He’s a great friend, yeah?

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A sadder time.

Small dreams, snippets of memories past with his very own Cap’n... Angus wasn’t here, but in this time of dreaming so deeply, he was always there. Every single memory, every single dream, every single time. This dreamscape made no difference of that, only them all so very real.

He never wants to wake up - there’s truly no reason to do so at this point. This is better than any time he could possibly ever have in the universe he’s stuck in. Even with the current memory at hand coming into play, one he knows all too well. A show of Gregg talking over the TV despite it’s obvious heightened volume to try and match his - simply isn’t enough.

The vulpine cracks a joke, then another, all while the dull show rages on into a commercial break. He declares his own comedic victory over the bland time passer; only then to realize that his love has left the room? For such a big bear, there’s hardly any reason for Gregg not to have seen Angus leaving-- other than his own hyperfocus on the show and being funnier than it. That’s something he’d been trying to work on time and time again, generally paying more attention to his love over his own hi-jinks.

Both versions of him knew where Angus had gone though, over the volume of him and the TV, more than enough to relocate to their rooms. Gregg opens the door, calling for Angus in a hushed tone; only to silence upon hearing soft crying. He would hurriedly make his way over to his partner, not to make any direct contact immediately. “Angus, what’s wrong?” There wouldn’t need to be an answer, the ring of his lover’s phone was enough. Angus’ mother, calling as she does every year just to torment him. The fox rejects the call and mumbles “Choke, bitch,” promptly sliding the phone onto the floor. “it’s okay babe... she can’t do anything to you while I’m here.”

Gregg sits on the side of the bed with Angus, allowing the bear to lean his head on him, cradling him close and rocking back and forth til they lull off to sleep. The last few words he remembers from that night were...

“I know, Bug. You’re more than just my corner... You’re a sort of rock at this point.”

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His dream time has been... interesting. All dreams focused on crimes and Angus; nothing terrible in the slightest asides from reliving a sadder time. Gregg hardly even notices the shift of Scriggins of all people showing up, vigorously shaking his head at the sight.

“Wait that’s you you Scriggins? Or am I having a nightm--” The scene changes and the city reminds him of the... universe they’re in. He’s mad, sure, of the reminder of his true whereabouts, but Steve seems happy. So the fox decides to watch, without another word.

For now, at least.

This dreamland business has made Steve live through some interesting memories, and those he might’ve even forgotten. While wandering through the weird dreamscape that shifted with his thoughts, he encounters one befuddled fox.

“Oh, hey Greggo. Having a good snooze?”

As he greets his friend, the scenario changes around them. One city shifts to another, and he’s left standing across a street from a clothing store. He pauses, recognition flashing in his eyes. “Hoo boy, Gregg, you’re in for a treat!”

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auroracloak‌:

as gregg took a moment, noticed the childs presence, composed himself, snow only continued to wait for a response, patient and accommodating in its behavior as it beamed its innocent smile his way. and once he spoke up, giving his response and rather graciously taking a couple of the jellies, snow pulled its hand back, shoving them into its pocket before popping one of its own into its mouth.

 ❆ aw that’s ok  ❆ nostalgia’s somethin we all gotta deal with.. i think  ❆ i’m glad you’re alright though!

it wiggled in its seat at his question, ecstatic at the chance to be making a new friend.

 ❆ i’m snow sugar!  ❆ what’s your name?

Gregg feels odd having the other around - he knows the feeling is just unknown. Reminiscent of Angus... though that could also just be the lingering melancholy, the fox simply doesn’t get this type of patience or care from others often. He tries not to allow his expressions to soften more than they had, cause he’s positive this is a kid. He takes up a slight smile, more of a blank expression to try and prove his betterment.

He certainly doesn’t wanna drop a ton of worry on Snow.

“My name’s Gregg! I, uh... thank you, Snow - for the sudden appearance. Even if if it doesn’t happen to everyone, I’m glad you showed up when it decided to happen to me.” Which, he realizes, is ironic considering the name. Sweet like sugar. Gregg decides to eat a jelly bean to move his mind away from the ironic thought.

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i’m BACK baby and i need to do replies this month has been so gosh dang hectic i’m sorry for anyone i left hanging!

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fatelessbard‌:

They wiggle their fingers on the now free arm, bending it to test how bruised it could be from all this. It wasn’t nearly as bad as they thought initially, so that’s good.

“Huh? Wait–who gave you only a granola bar?” Kiwi blinked in thought, head tilting. Gregg was pretty serious about this, too… then again, the guy seemed to fluctuate between those settings pretty sporadically.

“Were you… trading for a meal or something?” 

The fox takes a wide stance as he pulls out the granola bar given to him by the entire fucking universe. His rage is unparalleled, yet caged by his own being. Only Gregg can contain himself in this moment, cause if he weren’t capable, who knows what would happen. The granola bar packet stretched thin between the fox’s paws, he stares with the intent to destroy it before eating it.

“No. I fought a damn war for this place, Kiwi. AND THEY GAVE ME A GRANOLA BAAAAAAAAR!!!” Aswell as his crossbow but whatever, he’s not gonna remember that right now. Too busy screaming at the bars of dried food and stifling anger. 

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fatelessbard‌:

After the initial shock of everything, they sigh and let Gregg lightly gnaw on their sleeve. It didn’t hurt too bad after the initial bite… but, sure stung from it. A frown grew on their face as their furry friend spoke through the cloth muffledly. Kiwi’s mind wracked and wracked at what Gregg could have possibly said.

“ … Furry…. Mush. Honey….”

No? That’s not right– Maybe? No, no, let’s try that again.

“ You’re sorry? Just… hm– Hungy. waitno–HUNGRY– OH!!! You’re HUNGRY!! ” A gasp in surprise… before Kiwi puts their free hand on their hip sternly,

“ Well… I’m not food– I mean technically I could be but– Don’t eat me !!! ”

He lets go instantly, arms continuing to flail. That was too easy, that’s the benefit of being friends with Gregg - he’s easier to persuade. “Alright, problem solved, crisis averted-- Kiwi.” His expression turns deadly serious from the smile he had only a second ago. He even manages to control his arms for the joke.

“They only gave me a granola bar.”

Who on earth is he talking about?

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auroracloak‌:

snow was practically in heaven. or, wherever cookies go. angel cookie had to come from somewhere, right?

the taste of home was like a playground for the small child, bouncing from familiar stand to familiar stand and gathering up all the assortments of flavors it could find - moon rabbit’s honey rice cakes, pomegranate’s namesake pieces, even dr. wasabi’s lively little wasabi jellies weren’t safe from its eager hands. its pockets fit to burst, it trotted down the street with palms full of a mix of a few of its friends creations, a smile warm enough to melt itself on its face.

it couldn’t help but skid to a halt at the rather… concerning sight before it, though. and it thought, hey, let’s kill two birds with one stone. make a friend and help someone out at the same time.

scooting into the seat next to the stranger, snow leaned forward to try and get a look at the upset man, a curious look on its face.

 ❆ are… you okay?

it holds out a hand, gentle and soft, a small myriad of rather fluffy looking candies nestled in its mittened palm.

 ❆ you want a jelly?  ❆ s’ cotton candy

The booth of sorts is more than accommodating to these two. Gregg hardly notices the other until it’s hand is outstretched towards him, the jellies certainly looking... otherworldly. This sudden interaction forces him to wipe his hands off on a napkin quickly, then rub his eyes like he wasn’t in tears only a few seconds ago. To think they were spurred on by a single pirogi, the fox is glad this friendly soul doesn’t know that - it would sound embarrassing.

“H... huh?” A jelly bean! Some jelly bears? They look sweet... who is this? “I mean... yeah!” Gregg takes one of each, a smile now formed on his face. It’s hospitality is quite appreciated, whoever this is. He’s yet to eat one though, and opts towards talking for a second.

“Thanks, uh... I’m alright, yeah! Just got a little nostalgic, I guess! Heh... hehhh... What’s your name?” Smooth one, Gregg.

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fatelessbard‌:

They, as a normal person would do, exclaims their anguish with a yell.

“ aaaAAOOOUUHHHHUUOAAUHAUGH ”  Kiwi knew people didn’t exactly react kindly to their puns, but outright BITING them?! That was uncalled for!!

“ YOWUCH!! I was saying to relax! This is the OPPOSITE of relaxing!!! ”

Gregg’s inate fox reactionary skills allow him to simply hang on to their arm, all while flailing his arms about as well. Wonderful multi-tasking.

“MM PHRRY MM USHH HMMHEE” is all the fox can get out through a mouthful of arm. Though he’s making sure not to actually bite too hard, of course, that could be terrible. Just like him not letting go to explain himself, sorry Kiwi. Maybe he’s excited to see you!

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@auroracloak

The sights and aromas of all the hometown foods could bring anyone to tears, and that was more than enough for Gregg. The fox could be found tossing pierogis up and (mostly) into his mouth - seems he’s enjoying it! Until one hits him smack in the eyes, forcing him to stifle a scream; but it can’t stop the tears. It seems like a normal response, but after awhile of the food attack he can’t seem to stop crying...

Maybe this place is a little much to handle, but it’s just like home. Without any friends. Gregg plants his head onto the table, trying to scoop a gyoza into his mouth. At least the food has the same charm.

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"I got a job at a security company. Woo."

“Are you a rent-a-cop now, Scriggins?” Not mentioning the fact that the fox is looking into a job literally all about destroying things. That’s for later.

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✎

and no one got any sleep that night

[crimetimefox]

And so as we know, Gregg goes to BITE Kiwi directly on their arm with a loud “HOMPH.” There’s no true explanation as to why he’s done this to them; perhaps he’s gone stir crazy? Excited to see Kiwi again? General unfocused hyper feelings? Finally going feral and taking it out on the nearest person?

Kiwi is the victim of this, whatever it is. Whatever will Kiwi do?

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“Relax motherfuck  foxer. Relax.”

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@kineticcardtricks

While Gregg probably looks the part in this festival, truth be told he’s not sure what’s going on. Performance after performance on multiple stages makes for an attention splitting situation, and the fox himself feels nostalgia creep in. He misses playing in the band back at Possum Springs... and plenty more, of course.

Normally, something that leaves him as confused as this scene would drive him home; but he does catch an interesting performance off to the side. A smaller one, not even on a stage, but at a table. Two foxkind, one at a table with a number of cards and the other sitting a foot away with an Erhu, strumming like no tomorrow. The card bearing one flips and flicks cards about to the beat of the strums, effectively creating an interesting card show!

Until someone approaches, speaking in a hushed tone. The music doesn’t stop, but the card show does. In an instant, the cards are spread all across the table in a row, and the hushed speaker is forced to deal with a choice! The situation only draws Gregg closer and closer, having him realize just what’s going on...

This is a game of chance! They lure people in with a small show, and keep them there with promise of more! The fox wants nothing to do with it... physically, anyways. Instead, he opts to watch for awhile, trying to gage whatever the trick is to these games. Thankfully, the duo is no stranger to on-lookers and hardly mind the focused vulpine.

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lackofoxxygen‌:

‘Yeah sure. go find a map while you’re at it.’

He’ll mosey on over to the park, wearing an atrocious hawaiin shirt and khaki shorts. He’s got a pair of sunglasses on his face, and he’s barefoot, flexing his feet. God it felt good to let those feet out of the confines of shoes.

‘Where you at, im the guy who looks like that weird uncle at the summer bbq’

‘looking for a map? i think they’re all digital i hate this place so god damn much!!’

In truth, Gregg gave up looking for a map quite awhile ago and was on his way to the park. But at least he’d make it seem like he put in the effort to understand and enjoy this place. Festivities after saving the ‘universe’ is an odd transition, but he wasn’t gonna push it aside if it got him a meal and passed time.

Chances are with a description like that, Steve’s easier to spot first over Gregg. It’s shocking, he seriously does look like a weird uncle! Gosh damn, he was gonna have to think of a good one liner as he approached...

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( so you’re wondering where this little bastard is gonna be when he’s not out stealing things or smashing light bulbs in an alleyway?

well this wrath month you can catch him at a number of the events!

this fox is interested in everything in the fibonnaci, cotes and golden ward!

in archimedes he’ll only be showing up at: TOO POOL FOR SCHOOL TASTE OF HOME

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( i RETURN AND SO DOES MY MOTIVATION kinda