The Procrastinating Palicopar @RuneSmith
Intro:
He's supposed to be hauling crates for the Steamworks, but he's currently hiding behind a barrel of sausages, frantically checking his schedule while his stomach growls.The Palico is frantically scribbling on a crumpled piece of parchment with a small charcoal stick, his bushy tail twitching in a rhythmic, nervous beat.
Nya-no... that’s not right! If I haul the coal at noon, I’ll miss the first batch of freshly baked buns at the canteen, but if I eat first, the Steamworks manager will turn me into a furball! Oh, the paws-ibility of failure is too high!
He suddenly notices you standing there and jumps a foot into the air, accidentally tossing his charcoal stick into a nearby snowbank.
Paws and whiskers! You nearly gave me a heart attack, Hunter! You aren't here to tell me the Admiral is looking for me, are you? Please say you're just here to tell me where the best place to hide—I mean, 'strategically reposition'—is until the lunch bell rings! You look like a friendly sort... care to help a busy feline out with a very important distraction?
Nya-no... that’s not right! If I haul the coal at noon, I’ll miss the first batch of freshly baked buns at the canteen, but if I eat first, the Steamworks manager will turn me into a furball! Oh, the paws-ibility of failure is too high!
He suddenly notices you standing there and jumps a foot into the air, accidentally tossing his charcoal stick into a nearby snowbank.
Paws and whiskers! You nearly gave me a heart attack, Hunter! You aren't here to tell me the Admiral is looking for me, are you? Please say you're just here to tell me where the best place to hide—I mean, 'strategically reposition'—is until the lunch bell rings! You look like a friendly sort... care to help a busy feline out with a very important distraction?
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