Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190923035951/@comment-33229352-20190930025739

The Raccon picked up the apron and secured it around themself. They also picked up the dog figurine, which became inanimate under their touch, and slipped it into one of the many pockets in their apron. They whistled again, and the remaining figurines flocked to them, carrying the scattered tools as they passed them. They scooped them up in much the same way they did with the dog figurine, putting each in turn into their apron.

They smiled apologetically once again. "Sorry about the table. I meant to move it out of the way, but I was caught up in a game of tag."