theirlithium | (no subject)

It's a long trek into the kitchen, especially for someone quite literally pint sized. It took enough effort and a very inventive climbing method involving a grappling hook made of a shot glass and several shoe laces to get him anywhere near the fire escape where the birdhouse was located. IT was filled with seeds and things akin to that, but nothing quite suitable to his kind. So he had to make it along the railing, leaving his equipment behind in order to save balance. Finally he made it to the window, climbing onto the ledge and down into the bedroom. Scurrying along the floor he makes sure to keep under the tables and ledges so he could remain unseen.

Of course, once he reaches the kitchen he finds the challenge of getting onto the kitchen counter where he could smell the fresh scent of bread. It's not until he notices a broom that he decides it might be the best course of action. Gripping the sides he slowly begins to inch himself up, hugging it like a larger person might hug a tree-- dragging himself along toward the top. Reaching the counter top he finally sits himself down next to the plate, panting quietly as he tried to pry a corner off of the scone all the while watching the window for his friend.