I was reading the little story-scenes that  zee-zee posts in his journals, and I wanted to do some of my own. Then, I was re-reading a story I wrote earlier this year ("Seth's Morning"), and thought this scene up, which uses my seldom-seen teenage fursona and his triplet brother, the latter of whom makes a quick cameo in the story.

Chandler walked up to the steps of his house, jingling his keys in his right hand and whistling to himself when he opened the unlocked door and walked inside. The teenage fox let out a quiet yawn before flopping on the couch just inside the living room and closed his eyes, only to open his right one halfway when he heard a masculine voice speak to him. Chandler traced the voice to find its source: his brother, Matt. The red-and-black fox walked across the living room and sat down on the couch next to Chandler.

“Hey, Matt,” Chandler greeted the other fox, closing his eye again and smiling.

“Hey. Just got home from work?”

Chandler nodded, although his eyes were closed, so he couldn't check to see if Matt was actually looking. He yawned again and ran his fingers through the gold fur on the side of his head before speaking, “It wasn't too bad today. Apparently there's a new family in the city,” he grinned as he thought back to one of the many conversations he had that day. Somehow, that one in particular stuck out to him the most.

“Yeah?” Matt questioned.

“Yep. They were buying groceries,” Chandler explained before commenting more to himself, “obviously, since it was at the grocery store. It was a mother and son.”

“How old was the son?”

Chandler gave a small, barely-noticeable shrug, “Toddler. Probably not older than four. Puppy,” he replied, “maybe you'll get a new babysitting charge,” he added when he recalled how their sister had gotten Matt into babysitting a few months ago.

“Yeah, maybe,” Matt agreed, his voice trailing off somewhat thoughtfully.

“Your advertisement is still on the bulletin board thing at the community center,” Chandler commented with another yawn. No sooner than he had said that, he had fallen asleep. Matt lingered in the room for a minute afterward, before retreating to his bedroom.