You bet that trail bar would have been gone. Arty wasn't quite bold enough to actually pick a fight with a person, but theft? Oh, you bet. She'd have had that bar out of Harry's hands and up a tree quicker than you can say 'GODDAMN ANIMAL'. But unfortunately for her, her opponent was the observant sort and he pretty much had her number here. His chiding was met with an angry chitter in response as she tried to stretch up further to get it.
"... Arty, the hell? Leave him alone!"
Conveniently-timed, Heather happened to step back through the trees just in time to notice her poorly-behaved animate scarf harassing her father and she clapped her hands sharply.
It did the trick-- the Furret sent Harry one last reproachful glare before slinking off into the underbrush, no doubt concocting plans to invade the mean nasty non-generous brown-headed man's backpack as soon as he wasn't paying attention.
Poor James's dejection went unnoticed for the moment-- Heather was too wrapped up in her own stupid problems to notice just how upset her friend was over it all. If she had, she might have started to wisen up a bit. This is what happens when you just assume everyone can take what you dish out, Heather. Hurt feelings. Poor guy.
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"... Arty, the hell? Leave him alone!"
Conveniently-timed, Heather happened to step back through the trees just in time to notice her poorly-behaved animate scarf harassing her father and she clapped her hands sharply.
It did the trick-- the Furret sent Harry one last reproachful glare before slinking off into the underbrush, no doubt concocting plans to invade the mean nasty non-generous brown-headed man's backpack as soon as he wasn't paying attention.
Poor James's dejection went unnoticed for the moment-- Heather was too wrapped up in her own stupid problems to notice just how upset her friend was over it all. If she had, she might have started to wisen up a bit. This is what happens when you just assume everyone can take what you dish out, Heather. Hurt feelings. Poor guy.