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A clock ticked the seconds by quietly. One of the old fashioned analog kind, each movement of the second hand made a slight noise, loud in the quiet room. The phone made an irritated beeping noise, protesting being told to turn its camera on while accessing the contacts menu. The digits being used to manipulate it were too large; it had been designed for the use of raccoons (and had been gifted by a ferret who, though he tried, underestimated the size difference between him and the recipient.) The fox attempting to make a call frowned slightly, then blinked in surprise as the phone was snatched from his hands, far more nimble grey fingers tapping quickly across the touchscreen. There was a quiet *beep* and the sound of a digital ringtone.
"Here."
"I wanted to call-"
"I know, here."
The screen went black, then white as the call was answered. For a moment Gideon couldn't figure out what we was seeing, until he recognized a blur as a lightshade. The phone was being pointed at the ceiling. Again. That meant pa. He waited a moment for the older fox to figure out, again, how things were supposed to work. There was some quiet, but insistent speaking, from a mouth far from the microphone, then the view turned to a furry, reddish black.
"Pa, you gotta hold it in front of ya."
The phone now showed a rather matronly looking older fox, tilted at a somewhat unusual angle,reaching out towards the camera.
"Turn it around pa."
There was another change of scenery and, at last, the greying muzzle of Gabriel Grey appeared on the screen, still looking slightly confused. It was joined a few seconds later by his wife, or at least most of her as she stood outside the phone's limited view. Gideon hadn't been the best with new technology, but he was an Edison compared to his parents who hadn't had running hot water installed until three years before he'd left home.
"Gideon! How are y' doing my boy?"
"Pretty good pa, yourself?"
"Excellent! Glad to hear from ya. How are those mouse pies going?"
A pause.
"We're sellin' pies to mice. Pretty good pa, they pay big prices for small meals, even if you do gotta get their tiny notes changed over."
"Good to hear you're making progress. Hey! Who's the bunny?"
"That's Judy pa, Judy Hopps?"
"Isn't she a parking warden?"
"A cop, and not all the time."
"Oh. Well, good to see someone's keepin' an eye on ya, those city folk are crazy. I've been tole they'll pay ten dollars for a cup of joe! Ten dollars!"
Gideon laughed, it was ridiculous. Mrs Grey took over, slight concern in her eyes.
"Remember to be careful now, you see terrible things on the television, I don't want you getting involved with any shady characters!"
"Of course not, ma."
Gideon started counting down, he was going to get The Lecture again. It'd be interesting to see how it played out this time.
"I just want to be sure my boy is in good company. Make some nice friends, settle down properly."
"Ma-"
"Now hush. There's some nice vixens I'm sure'd love to move in with a guy who's making his way in the world, see the big city. What about that Caroline girl you saw in highschool?"
"She's a sheep ma, and we were just in the same class."
"Oh. Well what about that Sylvia? Or Jessica?"
"Bunnies ma, remember?"
"Are you sure?"
"Bunnyburrows ma."
"Well what about Andie? She's a fox, I'm dead certain of it!"
"Andy's a todd ma, not my type."
"Never! With the way he dressed?"
There was an increasingly obvious, though heavily suppressed, snickering filling the room, slowly encroaching on the foxes' conversation. Thankfully everything was cut short as back in Bunnyburrows someone pressed the wrong button, terminating the call. It would probably be some time before they were able to figure out how to call back. As soon as the screen turned black the snickering erupted into outright laughter.
"She has a point you know, a strapping young man like yourself needs to be turning his eye to marriage. Why when my father was your age he already had twelve children."
"No he didn't."
"He could have, he could have."
"If she knew what I was 'turning my eye to' I think she'd be a mite worried..."
"I think she'd be more concerned knowing you catered Mr Big's birthday last week. Shady characters Gid."
"Hey, he ain't my friend!"
The room grew quiet again as the two mammals sat on their (newly purchased, thanks to Mr Big) couch, waiting for any action from the cellphone. Several minutes ticked by, another evening.
"You know what we should do? Order out. I'm thinking pizza. But not Pizza Mutt, their carrot slices are like poker chips, but chewy."
"I dunno, not really in the mood for takeout."
"Would you rather cook?"
"Not really..."
"Would you rather I cook?"
"Didn't you live off of frozen waffles and syrup three meals a day for a week when you had to 'cook'?"
"Is that a yes, or a no?"
"Pizza it is."
"Here."
"I wanted to call-"
"I know, here."
The screen went black, then white as the call was answered. For a moment Gideon couldn't figure out what we was seeing, until he recognized a blur as a lightshade. The phone was being pointed at the ceiling. Again. That meant pa. He waited a moment for the older fox to figure out, again, how things were supposed to work. There was some quiet, but insistent speaking, from a mouth far from the microphone, then the view turned to a furry, reddish black.
"Pa, you gotta hold it in front of ya."
The phone now showed a rather matronly looking older fox, tilted at a somewhat unusual angle,reaching out towards the camera.
"Turn it around pa."
There was another change of scenery and, at last, the greying muzzle of Gabriel Grey appeared on the screen, still looking slightly confused. It was joined a few seconds later by his wife, or at least most of her as she stood outside the phone's limited view. Gideon hadn't been the best with new technology, but he was an Edison compared to his parents who hadn't had running hot water installed until three years before he'd left home.
"Gideon! How are y' doing my boy?"
"Pretty good pa, yourself?"
"Excellent! Glad to hear from ya. How are those mouse pies going?"
A pause.
"We're sellin' pies to mice. Pretty good pa, they pay big prices for small meals, even if you do gotta get their tiny notes changed over."
"Good to hear you're making progress. Hey! Who's the bunny?"
"That's Judy pa, Judy Hopps?"
"Isn't she a parking warden?"
"A cop, and not all the time."
"Oh. Well, good to see someone's keepin' an eye on ya, those city folk are crazy. I've been tole they'll pay ten dollars for a cup of joe! Ten dollars!"
Gideon laughed, it was ridiculous. Mrs Grey took over, slight concern in her eyes.
"Remember to be careful now, you see terrible things on the television, I don't want you getting involved with any shady characters!"
"Of course not, ma."
Gideon started counting down, he was going to get The Lecture again. It'd be interesting to see how it played out this time.
"I just want to be sure my boy is in good company. Make some nice friends, settle down properly."
"Ma-"
"Now hush. There's some nice vixens I'm sure'd love to move in with a guy who's making his way in the world, see the big city. What about that Caroline girl you saw in highschool?"
"She's a sheep ma, and we were just in the same class."
"Oh. Well what about that Sylvia? Or Jessica?"
"Bunnies ma, remember?"
"Are you sure?"
"Bunnyburrows ma."
"Well what about Andie? She's a fox, I'm dead certain of it!"
"Andy's a todd ma, not my type."
"Never! With the way he dressed?"
There was an increasingly obvious, though heavily suppressed, snickering filling the room, slowly encroaching on the foxes' conversation. Thankfully everything was cut short as back in Bunnyburrows someone pressed the wrong button, terminating the call. It would probably be some time before they were able to figure out how to call back. As soon as the screen turned black the snickering erupted into outright laughter.
"She has a point you know, a strapping young man like yourself needs to be turning his eye to marriage. Why when my father was your age he already had twelve children."
"No he didn't."
"He could have, he could have."
"If she knew what I was 'turning my eye to' I think she'd be a mite worried..."
"I think she'd be more concerned knowing you catered Mr Big's birthday last week. Shady characters Gid."
"Hey, he ain't my friend!"
The room grew quiet again as the two mammals sat on their (newly purchased, thanks to Mr Big) couch, waiting for any action from the cellphone. Several minutes ticked by, another evening.
"You know what we should do? Order out. I'm thinking pizza. But not Pizza Mutt, their carrot slices are like poker chips, but chewy."
"I dunno, not really in the mood for takeout."
"Would you rather cook?"
"Not really..."
"Would you rather I cook?"
"Didn't you live off of frozen waffles and syrup three meals a day for a week when you had to 'cook'?"
"Is that a yes, or a no?"
"Pizza it is."
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