Painting the Hens [Easter Event]

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"Oh Aaaallleeex~" Bryce called out as he trotted his way across the meadow. He had been dragging a rather sizable crate behind him, which was definitely making annoyed chicken noises. Of course, now that he was calling out he had stopped, dropping the rope he'd been tugging the crate with. The scruffy razor had a grin on his muzzle as he looked to the black razor- Alex -that was unmistakably one of mischief, and oh he was pretty damn pleased with himself about it too.

He would wait for his presence to be acknowledged at first, regardless of the manner it was done in, before tugging on a rope tying the crate shut. Bryce watched it fall open, looking to Alex with a dogged grin as the contents were revealed- a second, smaller crate, containing a pair of white hens who were squawking annoyedly, and a box of assorted paint dyes.

"I thought we might have a bit of fun with the holiday, tis the season and all that- want to decorate some chickens?" He paused, letting it process for a moment. "That's what people do for Easter, right? Decorate chickens...or....was it eggs." He raised a paw to his chin and scratched it slightly, making a contemplative noise. "They're the same, right?"

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Oh how could he miss that noise? It wasn’t exactly as if Bryce was on the quieter side of things at all. Alex yawned languidly as he rolled over and stretched, nosing against the grass for a moment before he open his eye. And – oh, what in the world did his companion, unwitting or otherwise, have with him this time? “Always have to make an entrance, huh? Thought that was my job.”

He could smell and hear the complains to its chickeny occupants, and curiosity was enough to finally pull the tokota back to his paws, stretching again before he swung easily off the rock he had just been napping on, hopping down in order to sniff at the crate. Alex moved his muzzle out of the way, head canting slightly at the frazzled birds and the items they came with.

“Egg.” A pause. “Pretty sure we’re supposed to paint eggs, but this works too I guess. How’d you get your paws on them?” Completely unconcerned he nosed one of the hens, swiftly jerking his face out of the way as she turned on him to try to peck him for the gesture. Whoops. Too slow. There was a chuckle from Alex as he moved to snag over one of the paint dyes, plopping it down at his paws before he glanced over to Bryce. “Pick a chicken any chicken. Let’s see how colorful we can make them.”

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Oh he had never been a quiet sort of guy- not even once in his life. The orange razor had never had any intentions of being quiet. Even before he'd gotten a little surlier with extended age, he had been loud and overconfident. That was just part of the package when it came to him! "Oh your entrances are way classier, I promise. You can't hog the spotlight all the time though, sometimes you need to share it with someone as fabulous as me." Bryce made a dramatic face for a moment, before it fell as he looked to Alex. "Or like...not as fabulous. We can't really compare ourselves to one another."

One of them was way prettier, of course.

The chickens were loud as the light fell on them, fluffed up and clearly incredibly unhappy all things considered. Bryce grinned doggedly as he wandered over to their crate, opening it and gently picking one up with his mouth. "OOof....woll....I trief-" He spoke through the chicken, finally finding a spot and setting it down as he dragged some paint over.

"You absolutely sure it's eggs, Alex?" A raised brow there, one ear cocked in curiosity. "They were just....out.....only kind of in a fence." Because nothing said Easter like stealing a chicken. Or two. He looked at the black razor almost apologetically, but he felt no shame. "I'd like to see you try to be colorful mr black on black on red." He teased, sticking his tongue out as he splashed a wave of pink on his.

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One could certainly claim that Alex was the sort that had significantly more class and tact between the two of them, all things considering. Less… rough around the proverbial edges. Still, he would’ve hoped that Bryce would’ve gotten the hint to not simply barge over like that while he had been sleeping… even if he did bring something of keen interest along with him. “Of course I can hog the spotlight all the time. It’s where I belong.” There’d be a loll of tongue from the black razor between his lower range of incisors, but his companion was right.

Between the two of them there were definitely some exceedingly stark differences.

“Preeeetty sure. Not something I’ve ever done before, eggs or chickens.” Alex flicked his attention from the other tokota to the chickens themselves, even as one got plucked out carefully and plopped down. That left him with the sassier of the two hens, and he made a face at her before he sought to snag her – maybe a liiiittle less carefully than the other, but hey! She didn’t get hauled out by her head as he initially planned.

She would find herself plopped down near the other one, between himself and Bryce, making indignant chickeny buks still, even as he swiped away the container of lighter, pale blue paint. “You stole them?” A brow raised slightly. “You know what? I’m not surprised.” Alex was a little defter, seeking to avoid getting any of the paint on himself as he tunked over into a splattered over onto the poor hen. “Pass over that yellow.”

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Bryce had honestly never gotten a hint in his entire long life. He had always been one to just kind of do what he wanted, when he wanted- consequences be damned. Not that it hadn't bitten him in the ass before, but he was willing to deal with whatever got thrown his way. In this case, a slightly groggy Alex? Probably not the biggest hazard to his health out there. Probably.

Of course, the active decision to leave the other razor with the chicken that had bit him? That one might be a bigger hazard once they were done. He was sure that that one wasn't going to be forgotten anytime soon.

He watched as Alex picked up the chicken, making a face before barking to him "HEY! Careful with that bird, I have to bring 'em back later you know!" Hopefully in one piece he thought. Mostly no worse for wear too, albeit more brightly colored than they had been when he'd snatched them. He had to laugh a little at the lack of surprise from the other tokota- was he really that predicable? Maybe he'd bought the chickens!

Even if it would be pretty illogical for him to even have money.

Bryce hesitated only a moment before sliding the yellow dye to his companion, wagging his tail a little. He was being far less careful about his painting, and eagerly he splashed a glob of purple onto his chicken, definitely splattering some on himself in the process.

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If Alex was in a particularly grumpy mood Bryce probably would’ve simply found himself bitten for his efforts. Wouldn’t be the first time, wouldn’t be the last time and honestly… the other razor definitely deserved it! As it were he wasn’t exactly happy at his companion either – sleep wasn’t something he tended to be able to get easily these days, and if there hadn’t been for the chicken distraction maybe things would’ve gone differently.

“Mmmgnh?” Alex made a face around the unhappy bird in his mouth but thankfully she was unharmed when he plopped the bird down next to the other hen, spitting out a feather or two in the process. “Pretty sure taking them back isn’t exactly a part of stealing them to begin with.” Some poor farmer was going to find two brightly colored birds, weren’t they? Probably was going to leave them asking some serious questions.

Either way with the blue and the yellow both splashed artfully – because of course this was artful, Alex insisted on no less, he had to chance a look over towards Bryce and.. “You’re wearing as much paint as that bird, you know.” It was almost comical, but both of them had coats it wasn’t nearly as easy to see most paint on them. Thankfully they weren’t white or grey, right?

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Thankfully, the black razor was seemingly in an...at least tolerant mood. Maybe it wasn't perfect, but it wasn't horrible either- and he hadn't yet been bitten for his ridiculous ideas or his general lack of respect for Alex's naps. Bryce was pretty grateful for that, and he was definitely relieved. Not that he had been at any point worried about his companion's wrath.

He didn't fear much, honestly.

"Well, maybe it's not USUALLY how stealing goes, but I only wanted to borrow them for a little bit." He chuckled, flashing another doggy grin with his tongue lolling out slightly. At least the poor chicken wasn't hurt at all- though she was about to be rightfully offended. At least Alex's chicken was going to be significantly prettier- one of them had to be more artful about it, and that one was absolutely not going to be Bryce. Nope.

The orange razor stopped to watch his companion for a little bit, before letting out a barking laugh, causing the chicken he was painting to bawk in confusion. He splashed a bit more on her, making a contemplative noise. "Well, art is art right? Maybe it looks better on me than the chicken?" A pause before he shook his head. "No actually it looks horrible I'm sure, but....when I'm done, she'll look good." Good enough to confuse the poor farmer when he returned them probably.

Not that one had to work overly hard for that. It would definitely be some time yet before the hens were returned, but....oh he wished he could stick around to see it!