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-Forgot to add this but click here for how Anne looks. The drawing takes place during “Anne or Beast?”- Oh and Sprig, his hair is longer and poofs out of his hat :] -
It was a late afternoon in the warmish town of Wartwood. The wind lightly bristled against the grassy terrain, leading up to the Plantar’s farm as the anthro sat leg-crossed while scrolling through her phone, Polly sat in her bucket as she stared off.
Anne’s eyes slightly closed as she slowly started to grow tired, her scrolling gradually weakened as she tried to fight the fatigue in her eyes.
“Anne!” The excited pink frog hopped against the armrest up on the couch, “Ack!” The canine jumped upwards as she tensed up. “Soo, do you want to go on another crazy adventure?!” Referring to the earlier adventure they went on the day prior.
“I... I don’t know, Sprig, I’m not necessarily capable at the moment” She would say as her head dipped slightly, almost closing her eyes as she immediately lifted her head back up, propping her head up with her hand as she slightly rubbed at the forming tear.
“Hmph...” The pink frog would groan.
“Yeah, yeah...” She would say with a pause, a yawn would rapidly interrupt her words. She would sit up as she uncrossed her legs, Sprig gave a confused stare at Anne as she stretched her arms out. “I’m going to go... take a nap...” she said as she got up from the couch, tail slightly bouncing with her movements.
“Aww, but there are so many crazy adventures we can get into!” He said with a slight whimper as Anne walked towards the wooden basement hatch, “How about another time...?” She said with a groan, “I barely slept a wink last night...” she muttered as she turned her back around to unlock the squared wooden plank.
Sprig would lean against the armrest, falling flat on his face on the fabric as he immediately looked back up, “Argh...” He said as he rested his head on his hand, watching as the anthro opened the hatch, she walked down the stairs out of view to the basement as she gently shut it back with her hand-paw with a quiet “click!” Following.
Sprig would sit upwards on the couch as he slowly tapped down onto the couch, slightly irritated as he nervously stared around the room becoming more fidgety, he couldn’t just stand around doing nothing!
As he was deep into his thoughts and awkwardness the small polliwog would turn back at her older brother, “What’s got you all fidgety, bro?” She would ask.
“Oh? Nothing, nothing...” he would answer, awkwardly looking away as he continued to fidget with his fingers, slightly picking at the couch below. “Mhm...” She would slightly stop, “You can’t stand doing nothing, can you?” She had finally caught up with him, it didn’t take long considering it was quite obvious something was wrong, the frog boy could never standstill. He always had to be doing something, like annoying a friend, perhaps.
“Whaaaat?” He would say, but he obviously couldn’t hide it because he immediately just gave up as he stopped fidgeting, “Yes! I mean, no! I mean, argh!! It’s so boring doing nothing!!” She would manage to get him to say, but the tadpole just lightly nodded her head as a response.
“In fact,” He cut off as he looked at the same wooden basement hatch...
“Sprig!” Polly would yell.
“What?!” He said, “I didn’t even do anything!”
“Mhm, sure...” She said as she stared intensely, “You are going to go annoy Anne, aren’t you?” She steadily said as Sprig let out a quick chuckle, “No one’s going to stop me” he said with a giant leap, plummeting to the ground with a scramble.
“You are going to get bitten, again, Spriiiiiig!” She said as she went back to just staring at the wall as she laid back in her bucket, staring like she was having a staring contest.
Back in the basement, the hatch would be opened up as the pink frog leaped excitedly as he walked down the stairs, he would look around as he observed the room.
There were a few things on the floor, such as extra shirts, brushes, combs, etc. Anne couldn’t just let her hair stay dirty and knotty, but she just never tidies up after herself, which has taken a slight toll on her, but otherwise, she was still doing better in Amphibia than before. He would finally spot Anne in her bed, who was lying comfortably on her mattress, back facing the walkway, her bed which was altered like a proper bed she had at home the night prior lied near the hatched door a few feet away. Snoring as she laid on her side, the blanket on part of her body as she quietly slept. The bipedal frog started to slowly walk over, sneaking as quiet as possible as the canine peacefully slept.
“Slow and steady…” He said with inner focus, he walked along the stoned floor as he steadily walked towards the bed, he would reach towards the edge of the frame as slowly passed by, but he would suddenly slip on one of Anne’s items on the ground. “Oops!” He would whisper, getting back into place as he let out a quiet shriek as Anne seemed like she had heard him… But she would quickly go back to sleep from exhaustion once again.
Sighing in relief, he would continue to walk, finally reaching the edge of the bed near the girl’s head. “Heh heh heh…” He said laughing gently and soft, he was bored and knew what he was doing… Hopefully, lifting his arm as he started poking at the back of her hair. He would hear a groan from the larger creature, arching her back upwards as she knocks his hand out of the position to keep him from continuing, “Huh?” He would say, “Hmm…” He would say, he would have a quick idea as he leaned his hand on the fabric of her bed to reach past her shoulders, nagging her more as he quickly pulled at her ear as she grunted.
“Sprig…” She would mumble out, she knew it was him but couldn’t pull herself through, she’d move her hand and bumped his hand off her ear. “Ugh. This is no fun” He grumbled, “Hmm…” He would think as he looked away, putting his hand under his chin as he looked up, his eyes looked around, “Ah!” An idea popped in his head, walking back slowly, moving a few steps back as he prepared to jump, “Haha!” He leaped into the air gliding towards the bed, but he would view as the girl lifted her arm up as her excess fur hung against her elbows, catching his smaller body in the air as she looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed. “Huh??” the little frog said.
“Get…” She started to say as she moves her shoulder upwards, sitting up as her hand laid on the mattress, “Off of me!” She said angrily, throwing him away onto the ground as he slid across. “Woah!” He said loudly as he stopped, the girl would look at him with a quick glare, irritatingly moving back into her laying position with a bounce with a grumble. He would get up from the ground standing up straight, brushing off the dirt on his jacket.
“She is… Not herself when she is tired, huh?” He started to question, “I should probably leave her alone…” Turning back, he would move toward the end of the stairs, but he would halt as he suspiciously looked back with a grin, “But maybe…” He started to say, “Forgot that!” He would hop back over quickly, but he wouldn’t notice that the canine was lifting her body, slightly “Uh oh.” Sprig uttered as he stared wide-eyed, he couldn’t stop himself as he tumbled forward quickly, before he could stop himself, he would land… against the back of Anne’s head with a kick as she yelped with a hard flinch, “OW! Fiddle Sticks-!!” With the hard quick to the head, she would grow confused, not knowing what is what as she roughly gripped at the frog’s leg with her sharp claws.
“Wait wait wait! Bonechuy- !!” He would regret his decisions quickly as he yelled, scaring the canine more as he was getting pulled back, “ANNE!” He screamed as she stared wide-eyed, letting out a whimper as her first instinct came the best of her.
“AHHHH!!!” He screamed aloud.
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“Ow!” Sprig had winced, “Careful, I’m pretty sure she caused emotional damage, too…” He rubbed his arm that throbbed in pain from the bite wound. “Zip it, boy! Polly had told me you were the cause in the first place, what did I tell you about messing with that critter?” Hop-Pop said as he wrapped a bandage around his grandson’s arm, “I…” He would start to say, “Ouch!” He grunted.
“You are such a baby!” Polly would say as she hopped next to him on the couch, “Says the one who is literally a baby...” He would mumble, “What was that?” the Polliwog looked at him in suspicion. “Nothing”
And for the canine, she sat on one of the kitchen chairs as her head lied on the palm of her hand looking upwards, her eyes moved as she made eye contact with Sprig, who just gave her a death glare. Already annoyed enough, she aggressively looks back at him with the same glare. “Oh, come on!” She said as she lifted her hands up in the air, “I see that look, I said I was sorry!” She faced her head in the direction of the living room.
“Still gave me a fright, though...” He muttered. “You’re the one that- Ugh!” Anne frustratingly said as she crossed her arms, her ears folding back as her curled tail slightly wags out of pure anger. “Maybe you need some sleep, Anne.” Sprig had said like he wasn’t even the cause of her nap interruption. “That’s it!” She said as she kicked the chair from underneath her as she slammed her hands against the table. “Anne, no!” Hop Pop would scream at her, she would snap out of it as she looked down as she stopped, closing her mouth with sweat as she pulled her body back down in her seat. “Heck, Sorry…” She said, leaning her hands against her face as she scuffled her hair with her claws messing up some of her hair. “I didn’t even get to sleep!!”