[Gift] Catch That Imp

Morgan was peacefully enjoying a nice cup of coffee with Shibani. Sipping away as the other explained the intricacies of the perfect nap. He’d met up with Shibani a few times over the last year. He’d really helped him understand the value of the perfect nap. 

“The idea is, to get a good spot, I’m telling you, my pillow pile is the best nap spot. It’s well-napped, some comfy pillows and a good blanket go a long way,” Shibani said as he sipped his camomile tea. 

“You should probably cut the caffeine too Morgan. That’s probably not helping your sleeping schedule one bit,” Shibani continued. 

Morgan stared at his coffee cup and was about to argue that he needed it before a long day at work but was interrupted by a shout and a wail from a bun as they ran past the window of the coffee shop, chasing after a floating leash. 

“Get back here!” Hutch shouted. “Please!”

Morgan glanced at Shibani, who’d fallen asleep thanks to the tea, and legged it out the door. He’d probably make it back before the other woke up. He ran after Hutch and the escaped imp, catching up with ease only to stop as the other did.

“Aww no, he’s escaped up onto the roof, how am I going to get him down,” Hutch complained and Morgan stared up at the little furdin now licking his paw. 

“Is he wild?” He asked Hutch who nodded.

“I thought I’d trapped him, but turns out he’s far more clever than I anticipated,” Hutch admitted and the furdin stared down at them with glowing white eyes that pierced through their ‘souls’ and made them shudder. 

This was going to be a difficult capture.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you, I’ve wrestled sea beasts a lot more intimidating than that little guy,” Morgan encouraged which got a sparkle of interest from Hutch, who was now dying to know more about these ‘sea beasts’. Were they a larger form of imp? Some kind of sea serpent perhaps! Oh he wanted to know.

“Hold my hat boy,” Morgan said handing Hutch his hat before he began to scale up the wall toward the wild furdin. 

“Hey there little guy, you’re going to come with us okay, we’ll give you food and a nice bed,” Morgan told him and the furdin made a noise, that Morgan swore was a laugh, before scampering off over the wall and down through the adjacent ally.

“Ah you little, get back here,” Morgan said, scrambling over the wall too so he could follow the little shit that seemed to cackle back at him. 

Morgan ran, his hooves clacking on the cobblestone ground of the square, where succubuns dined, chatted and enjoyed themselves outdoors. His eyes scanned the area for the furdin. Trying to figure out which direction he’d gone in.

“Oi, Django,” Morgan growled as he spotted him. “You see a black furdin run this way?”

“Huh, now, I don’t think I’ve seen any critters come this way Morgan, you lost a new pet?”

“Nah not mine, was helping a guy out when the little thing got away from me,” Morgan told him simply.

“Well I’ll help ya look, is it in the square somewhere?” he asked and the pirate nodded in response. The duo now looking for and attempting to capture the little wild imp.

They searched and searched but couldn’t find anything. Until Morgan heard a familiar little chittery like laugh. He looked up and spotted the furdin making a break for the park.

“There it is!” he shouted, pointing in its direction before running toward it. He leapt over tables, and slid over a wall before bounding into the park.

“Hey it’s over there!” Django shouted watching the furdin as it headed straight for a group having a nice relaxing picnic in the park.

“I got it!” Morgan shouted in reply as he lunged for the little thing and caught it with both hands.

“Excuse me folks,” the pirate bun said to the group as he watched the little furdin squiggle in his hands. He sighed with relief and looked over at the park entrance to see Hutch waiting.

“Thank you so much,” Hutch said softly as he jogged over to take the furdin from the other.

“Not at all, happy to help,” Morgan said with a grin.

“Stop by the imporium sometime, I’ll treat you to some top of the line imp supplies!” Hutch told him and Morgan smiled at him and nodded.

“Sounds great,” he replied.

After they said goodbye, Morgan walked back to the café where of course, Shibani was still sleeping.

“Hmm, chamomile tea is really strong stuff,” Morgan laughed and went back inside to sit down and wait for the other to wake up. Maybe he’d take a nap, he deserved it after all that running!