I am 99% certain this isn't what you meant when you said 'fluffy and cute'.
Being as close to the alpha dog of the Awesome pack as any could get, the Critic was used to having the adulation of the various animals that made up their motley group. (Or, at least, he tried to tell himself that - in reality, they all just kind of tolerated his attempts at leadership and went about their business like usual.) He kept them in line, that was the important thing. When Todd tried to step out of his place as their night eyes (so to speak - bats had some kind of audio-sonar thing, but the Critic never really paid attention to it), he was the one who threatened to bite his wings off if he didn't get back into line.
The Chick never listened to him, but what else could you expect from a cat? Nothing, that's what. Every day, he questioned the logic of letting her carry on the Nostalgia legacy.
And the less said about Insano, the mad-eyed lizard who kept trying to convince everyone he was a scientist, the better.
Come to think of it, there was only one who really properly adored him like he deserved, and that was Film Brain. Film Brain was still young - barely out of adolescence, actually, and still had that puppylike enthusiasm and energy - but what he lacked in finesse, he made up for in... enthusiasm and energy. Even though he spent most of his time devoting that energy to the Critic's every whim, it could still get exhausting.
That's why, after a hard day of patrolling their territory with Linkara (who wasn't all that bad, despite being a horse and unnaturally devoted to his chewed-up, worn-out brown hat he'd found somewhere), the Critic let Film Brain join him when he settled down with his favorite piece of frayed rope. Between the lazy gnawing, he entertained the pup's questions, who was constantly yipping happily and asking if there was anything he could do for the Critic.
After a while, the Critic finally lumbered over to him and dragged him by the scruff of his neck to his favorite nap spot. Film Brain watched him balefully while he circled the area, satisfying himself that the place was sufficiently solitary and marked as his, before curling up with the almost-puppy. Although it took long enough, eventually Film Brain's wagging tail slowed to a lazy flick as he fell asleep.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sforzinda
no subject
Date: 2011-10-27 03:44 am (UTC)Being as close to the alpha dog of the Awesome pack as any could get, the Critic was used to having the adulation of the various animals that made up their motley group. (Or, at least, he tried to tell himself that - in reality, they all just kind of tolerated his attempts at leadership and went about their business like usual.) He kept them in line, that was the important thing. When Todd tried to step out of his place as their night eyes (so to speak - bats had some kind of audio-sonar thing, but the Critic never really paid attention to it), he was the one who threatened to bite his wings off if he didn't get back into line.
The Chick never listened to him, but what else could you expect from a cat? Nothing, that's what. Every day, he questioned the logic of letting her carry on the Nostalgia legacy.
And the less said about Insano, the mad-eyed lizard who kept trying to convince everyone he was a scientist, the better.
Come to think of it, there was only one who really properly adored him like he deserved, and that was Film Brain. Film Brain was still young - barely out of adolescence, actually, and still had that puppylike enthusiasm and energy - but what he lacked in finesse, he made up for in... enthusiasm and energy. Even though he spent most of his time devoting that energy to the Critic's every whim, it could still get exhausting.
That's why, after a hard day of patrolling their territory with Linkara (who wasn't all that bad, despite being a horse and unnaturally devoted to his chewed-up, worn-out brown hat he'd found somewhere), the Critic let Film Brain join him when he settled down with his favorite piece of frayed rope. Between the lazy gnawing, he entertained the pup's questions, who was constantly yipping happily and asking if there was anything he could do for the Critic.
After a while, the Critic finally lumbered over to him and dragged him by the scruff of his neck to his favorite nap spot. Film Brain watched him balefully while he circled the area, satisfying himself that the place was sufficiently solitary and marked as his, before curling up with the almost-puppy. Although it took long enough, eventually Film Brain's wagging tail slowed to a lazy flick as he fell asleep.
It was good to be the top dog.