[FIN] The Childish Notion of an Adult (Riot, Nick, Bob)

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Bob looked the the cub over carefully, than paused in his investigation as he looked into the poor young cub's eyes. Her jaw tightened. That didn't look good.

"hmn.... you probably played too hard today." Bob responded with a hum. "Common, we should get you on shore so you can rest. Nikita, please go make a soft bed for Riot to rest on."

After instructing Nikita to her task, Bob leaned over Riot and proceeded to pick grab him gingerly by the scruff. Very very very carefully.

"but..." Nikita nearly protested, however, the look in Bob's eyes caused her tongue to hide behind her teeth once more.

"It'll be okay, well get your face back to normal"

Turning back to Riot, she gave him a quick lick on the cheek before hobbling awkwardly out of the water. Once free of the water she ran toward Bob's armor and begun to dig a sandy bed for her friend. He loved the sand, and it was softer on the underside. The thought of a poor Riot looking so down caused her to work faster.  

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"But..." Seemed to leave Riots maw just as Nikita's did, though he stopped short as the Elder moved closer and opened his maw around the scruff of his neck. Riots own head seemed to lower institively as Bob started to pick him up by his scruff.

And as if a Kitten being picked up by his own mother or father the wild cub relaxed and tucked his paws close to his body.

It was a strange sensation, but it didn't hurt....

blue eyes followed The little trail Nikita blazed and watched what she instructed to do by Bob  

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Nikita could hear the heavy steps of Bob enclosing behind herself. Her ears swiveled back as she gauged just how much more time she had to make absolutely sure the bed was perfectly set. Her paws worked in alternate stretched motions to be sure that everything was perfectly in place and dug properly.

The heavy steps paused. That really didn't take long... which shouldn't have been surprising considering how big Bob's gait was.

Nikita stepped lept out of her tiny hole-bed than looked up to the curled Riot in Bob's maw. Her eyes looked Riot over carefully, to see something that Bob had noticed. He didn't look right, but she knew that Bob knew more of what was going on.

"It's all ready." She confirmed. "Is Ry going to be okay?" She added quickly.

Bob delicately moved over to the sunken in sand bed Nikita had prepared for Riot. Once she confirmed that it was ready he carefully lowered Riot onto the soft undersands that had been disturbed.

"...You guys must have butt-heads a bit too hard. " Bob answered Nikita calmly. "Riot, can you still see everything alright?" He inquired as he pulled his head back just a little.

His head still remained lowered slightly and close enough to notice any signs of anything changing in Riot's condition. They had to have played a bit too rough... Hit his head too hard on something.  

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Riot's body swayed a little as Bob approched Nikita, looking under him he watched to see his friend hard at work on the hole. Little brow paws grabbed at the air, before his head tried to turn and look back at Bob. It was at that moment that the cub really started to understand 'size diffrance', and Bon was a lot bigger then him...

As he was lowered into the hole, Riot hunched down for a moment in the sand. Paws gripped and needed in the soft sand, feeling the grains between his toes. Straightening to his hunches, Riot blinked and nodded to Bob.

"Yeah-I just saw a flash of 'stars' and my head got all cloud like...." riot tried to clarify how he was feeling. Wondering if Nikita was okay, tiling his head he looked back at her-she seemed just find, and confused to why he didn't...  

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Bob lifted his head once he was sure that Riot was alrigh. At least alright enough that he didn't need to hover so closely. A long sigh of relief passed his nostrils. It was all just rough cub play. But it did bring up a very good point; Why was Nikita doing just fine where he left seeing stars and clouds?

At a side glance he saw Nikita getting closer to Riot. She was perfectly fine. As he looked at her, he noticed the lumps benieth her long fur. Perhaps it had to do with her horns?

All attention returned to Riot.
"...You must have just hit a bit too hard. Perhaps it is not something your head can take. We all have our special abilities about us." Bob suggested with a smile. "He will be fine, Nikita."

Nikita waited until Bob lifted his head before she fully moved to be by Riot's side. That was where she belonged, they had to make sure the both of them supported each other.

"...Was it the rocks in my head? D-did they hurt you?" Nikita inquired softly as she sat just near Riot's tail. Her eyes went wide to the thought.

Rocks were hard after all. Maybe, her head was completely a rock. Maybe she was a... a rock head. But headbutting felt so right. What happened that would have hurt Riot? The more Nikita thought about it, the more her head begun to sink between her shoulders. Bob said he would be okay, but she couldn't shake the sour feeling that she had caused the strange look to overtake Riot's face.

"I'll try to only be very gentle... I'm sorry Ry..." She apologized quietly.  

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Riot Squinted his blue gaze as Bob, spoke about hitting his head 'too hard.' What!? No, Nikita was fine. He should be fine too!

"Maybe..." The cub didn't agree, as his eyes moved over to his friend as she sat close to him. His wet tail rose and flopped on the sand once more. Turning his attention down to it-he had realize that sand started to stick to the fur...

Weird.

Oh well...

Attention flicked back up to Nikita as she spoke, of the rocks on her head-she looked to feel bad..

"I don't think so." The cub spoke, in a swift moment flopped on his side to be against Nikita. Laying on his side he looked up to his friend, a paw raised to weakly dangle up and paw at her face. Bits of sand flaked back down on him, in a wet dirt sprinkle.

"My head just must be soft..." Riot spoke simply, not putting too much thought into his vary true words. His head -was- infact softer then her own...

Soaked tail rose and fell once more as his moist paw pawed and flexed in the air upwards at Nikita. A daze purr started to rattle from the kitten, feeling his friend laying up against him.

"'Sorry'? You didn't do anything wrong..." Riot stated in a informative slur  

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Though Bob had never been a cub himself, he could hear the disbelief in Riot's voice. The young cub was competative. Hearing that he was not 'to par' must have been some kind of ego blow. At least, that is what Bob believed.

With a deep breath he searched for the right words. His ears perked forward toward the young disoriented cub.

"... not all of us have the same skills. Nikita's hard head is her special gift, and perhaps your own is your big paws. That is good for catching bugs and fish." Bob assured Riot with a soft smile.

To be honest, he was not sure how to word exactally what was on his mind. He was sure that being a leader was among the many talents that Riot had, but felt that he should stick to the visible 'gifts' so there could be a comparison.

Nikita stretched her drenched paw out with toes spread wide toward Riot's head. The smile on her face widened a bit to this revelation.

"and your big head, which means you have more room for good thoughts" She chimed in happily. "Maybe the thoughts make your head less rock than mine... and my head is smaller because you have to make up all the good thoughts. And I hit people who say your thoughts are bad."

The explanation caused her tiny frame to puff proudly, even with her damp fur. Her throat rattled with a mirror 'purr'. She thankfully caught herself before she could headbutt him again. Instead, she settled for a gentle paw press to his own outstretched paw.  

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Riot's ears shifted toward Bob as he suggested the uniqueness of his large paws. Gently, the wet paw pressed back against Nikita's own as his head rotated to look at Bob. Blinking slowly, his brown tail slipped and shifted in thought. He was good at catching things, especially if they where for Nikita. She deserved all the best things...

"Why don't we have all the same skills?" The cub asked haulting his purr a little as his curiosity spoke. Looking back up at Nikita, the gentle rattle returned and his paw pressed gently back against her own. Flexing his toes gently, his larger paw pulled/and kind 'kneeded' on hers in a pulse.

"Yeah, and We have good thoughts together." The cub spoke letting his maw part in a smile.

"We have the best thoughts when we are together." Riot told her, and she said it herself- he must have been right because his head was bigger.

Pushing against her paw, Riot stretched out his legs and paws in a little stretch feeling the grains of sand sticking on his pelt.

Tilting his head down to his chest, he mindlessly started to lick and clean himself  

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Bob's ears twitched to the cub's deep question. It was truely something deep to think on and not something he would have dwelled on had Riot not asked. The next problem; How to explain this in a way a cub would understand? Everyone was different, that's just how it was, but one couldn't just explain it like that to a cub. Not unless they wanted more questions. This question deserved a good, well thought out, cub understandable answer.

Bob drew in a deep breath. His attention shifted between both Riot and Nikita (she looked curious too).

"Because everyone us unique, it allows us to be excited with the world and with everyone in it. It also allows us to find others to be with that have different skills. It is something to make life interesting..." Bob explained carefully, hopingh those words made sense.

His tail flicked as he paused in thought, and to be sure that the cubs had understood his explanation.

Nikita's much smaller paws flexed back against Riot's playfully. This was an odd, yet fun game. It was making him feel better? Maybe this was a healing game. Nikita was convinced of that answer.

"No one can be the same as you or Bob or me. I like that. cause, I already knew no one else was like you. You have the pink rocks... and no one else can have that." Nikita declared proudly, as if she knew a great deity (though in her mind she did).

"We have the -best- thoughts together." She agreed.

Crimson eyes watched Riot carefully before she too decided that it would be good to help make sure his fur was free of the water and water-punished earth that clung to his fur. She couldn't explain it beyond "his fur was not the same and they could fix it." Which was just enough for her.

And even when Riot had stopped, Nikita continued to kitten-purr as she helped her friend get his fur back in order.  

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Riot's attention looked up from his fur as Bob shared insightful words of wisdom, and Nikita chimed in with her own answer.

"Okay." The cub spoke simply, crushing the complications of the subject. Robert was smart, and was right-they all couldn't be the same or it would be boring. They made sense, though he was really wanting to try and be better with everything.

However, Riot's ear flicked as he thought of something as Nikita started to help him with his fur.

"But aren't we going to find more pink rocks?" the cub asked, looking to his friend that helped with his coat. Their had to be others that had pink rocks.

With a gentle flex of his awe, he pawed once more at Nikita.  

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Bob released a gentle sigh through his nostrils. That was easier than he was expecting.

Bob carefully lay his head down between his paws, just a little away from the two cubs. His eyes remained open and watchful, ears alert for anything out of place.

"...There will be no one else like any of you too. It would not be the same kind of pink rock." Bob assured Riot with a nod.

He wasn't sure if there were pink "rocks", but he was sure that Riot was the only B'alam like himself out there. They would not find another no matter how hard they looked.

Nikita paused in mid-lick to Riot's inquiry. Her tongue remained out for a moment as she thought. They wouldn't find another pink rock than... and for a brief moment the thought was disappointing.

Though, Bob chimed in at the right time and caused her smile to return before she lifted her head.

"Yeah, we won't find another one like you. That means you are the only one. And I'm good with that. Because, no one should pretend to be your. That would be wrong. " Nikita declared proudly with a puff. "So, we don't need to find anymore pink rocks-"

Nikita playfully flopped on Riot, briefly forgetting his former sick condition .

"We already found you!" She hummed.  

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"Yah, I don't want anyone else but me." Riot answered, like to hear that from Bob. It must be right then, Bob know what he was talking about. With a raise of his slinky wet brown tail, Riot nodded mentally to himself. Yeah-they had to be there own selves, and their can't be no other.

But he was still going to be good at everything!

"Yeah!" The cub laughed, to Nikita only to let out a soft 'uff' as his body rebounded the blow with a little 'uff'.

Paws wrapped around her frame.

"I don't what another one of you!" Riot spoke, stretching out his neck his maw and teeth took a n** at one of her ears or rocks on her head.

"You are the only one." The cub was keen to let out in playful innocents  

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Nikita shot Bob a quick glance, he seemed to agree with her statement. They were all unique and there would only ever always be one of all of them. Which makes them much more special.

Nikita moved her paw in front of Riot's nose and pressed lightly with a mewl. Her head tilted so he would have an easer time at biting her ear and horn. Riot was not feeling well, so she could let him win and that would help the good feelings come back. At least, that is what she figured. It was a nice feeling to win.


"I promise I'm the only one." Nikita declared before giving his fat cheek a quick lick. It seemed appropriate to do. Like sealing the promise or something like that.

"So, now we gotta find more to look for. Because there is only one of us."  

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Teeth gripped Nikita's ear closest to him, and managed with a tug as he felt the gentle push off her paw on his pink nose.

A gentle rattle of a playful growl seeped past Nikita's paw. He did like to win, but it was better when the win was actually earned it was better.

The cub release Nikita's ear just In time to meet that lick on his cheek. Blinking, Riot looked back at Nikita, quickly he retaliated with a quick lick on her nose.

"Okay." Riot answered simply, before raising his paw once more and dropping on Nikita.

"I promise too."