[Help, he doesn't know how to interact with messenger boars--]
H-hey, what? You want a tip? What do you even eat...
[Should he start carrying around a pocket carrot?? He'll have to ask Richard. He stoops down to give Whitey a pat on the head, a little awkward - pat pat.]
[It's a pig, Junpei. They literally eat everything.
But oh boy! If you're going to carry a carrot with you Whitey might as well go ahead and make you his new favorite human over Richard. But in meanwhile? Yeah, guess the pets arre adequate. At least he is not screaming at him. Whitey huffs, sniffing his leg pant a little before leaning on him in satisfaction. Worry not. He's not placing his full-weight on you.
[This pig interaction is lasting a lot longer than he thought it would, what does he do now—]
Uh... Soooo...
[Talking to the pig. Still. He sighs and simply drops down into a squat, so he can stare at Whitey for a moment in Deep Consideration and then pet him... with both hands!! Do pigs like scritches, like dogs? He'll try.]
You've gotta go back eventually, right? I don't need Richard to accuse me of stealing his pet pig...
[Look. Whitey refuses to be reduced to a mere messenger. If he is going to run Richard's errands he's gonna do it with his own agendas in mind! Which being making friends here.
And idk what other boars like but Whitey has been taught the joys of receiving pets and scritches. So, yes please. Continue, Junpei. Whitey even briefly closes his eyes as he enjoys from the attention.
--But oh right. The message.]
Meep! [Whitey grunts and shakes himself a bit. He then goes ahead, picks up the letter and trots away. Glad to do business with you and all that!
Now... If Junpei thinks that Whitey will be back shortly with an answer, he is very wrong. In fact, it almost takes an half a day from him to pay him another visit yet another letter in his mouth.]
Dear Junpei of the Chosen, I would prefer to meet you in private, so that we can have the peace and quiet to discuss the matters at the hand. Now, as it was my request I only see it to be proper that it will be my responsibility to host you, rather than expect you to prepare a feast for a Duke. I am free after the vibrant red of the evening has chased the blue sky of the day away. If you are available, please, allow my companion here to lead you to my humble adobe.
[Yet again Junpei is startled by pigs while going about his business, but he's used to it now, so he'll give Whitey some one-handed scritches while he reads the newest correspondence.
And boy is Richard lucky he wrote this down instead of saying it to him in person, because the noise Junpei makes when he reads "expect you to prepare a feast" is up there for the world record of loudest and most dismissive HAs. Honestly. This fucking guy.
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H-hey, what? You want a tip? What do you even eat...
[Should he start carrying around a pocket carrot?? He'll have to ask Richard. He stoops down to give Whitey a pat on the head, a little awkward - pat pat.]
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But oh boy! If you're going to carry a carrot with you Whitey might as well go ahead and make you his new favorite human over Richard. But in meanwhile? Yeah, guess the pets arre adequate. At least he is not screaming at him. Whitey huffs, sniffing his leg pant a little before leaning on him in satisfaction. Worry not. He's not placing his full-weight on you.
Yet.]
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Uh... Soooo...
[Talking to the pig. Still. He sighs and simply drops down into a squat, so he can stare at Whitey for a moment in Deep Consideration and then pet him... with both hands!! Do pigs like scritches, like dogs? He'll try.]
You've gotta go back eventually, right? I don't need Richard to accuse me of stealing his pet pig...
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And idk what other boars like but Whitey has been taught the joys of receiving pets and scritches. So, yes please. Continue, Junpei. Whitey even briefly closes his eyes as he enjoys from the attention.
--But oh right. The message.]
Meep! [Whitey grunts and shakes himself a bit. He then goes ahead, picks up the letter and trots away. Glad to do business with you and all that!
Now... If Junpei thinks that Whitey will be back shortly with an answer, he is very wrong. In fact, it almost takes an half a day from him to pay him another visit yet another letter in his mouth.]
Dear Junpei of the Chosen,
I would prefer to meet you in private, so that we can have the peace and quiet to discuss the matters at the hand. Now, as it was my request I only see it to be proper that it will be my responsibility to host you, rather than expect you to prepare a feast for a Duke. I am free after the vibrant red of the evening has chased the blue sky of the day away. If you are available, please, allow my companion here to lead you to my humble adobe.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester.
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And boy is Richard lucky he wrote this down instead of saying it to him in person, because the noise Junpei makes when he reads "expect you to prepare a feast" is up there for the world record of loudest and most dismissive HAs. Honestly. This fucking guy.
But okay, hey piggy.]
You ready to go home? I'm free.