[Listen. Listen. Snufkin is a wanderer and a traveller by nature, having seen places in his travels that the humans here would simply die to ever witness. The stamina in his 11-inch-tall body is disproportionate at best, but the knowledge he's gained of all the creatures in his world goes far beyond his years. He's no expert on each and every one, of course, but he likes to think he knows a thing or two.
He isn't foolish enough to believe he knows precisely what a "chaos bee" is, but surely they're nothing worth fleeing from, right? They're still bees-
And then he sees the swarm. Right, things in this world are so much larger than everything in Moomin Valley.]
Oh dear.
[MMMBYE-- but take care not to step on your tiny classmate on your way, yeah?]
And the Band Played On... (Late Night Party)
[Well, it's not exactly a band, per se, but as the festivities of the night grow long and lively, one might find themselves drawn to the faint, quaint melody of a harmonica down a quieter corridor. Upon a shelf sits the little Snufkin, his tiny metal instrument amplified just enough by his own Fantastics to appeal to the larger folks around him. A plastic shot glass - filled with juice, mind - sits by his side. He seems at peace.
He figured he would've been left ignored in the face of the rest of the excitement, though, and so he cracks a smile when he sees someone lingering to listen.] A little bit of solitude never goes unappreciated in times like this, yes?
(I don't think I did it here, but any mention of paws, a tail, or general cat-ness are more 'headcanon derived from small canon details' than true canon themselves, but I wanted to have a bit of fun on this TDM! I hope that's alright! The 11-inches is canon, though.)
Snufkin | The Moomins (1990) || will match format!
Chaos what.
[Listen. Listen. Snufkin is a wanderer and a traveller by nature, having seen places in his travels that the humans here would simply die to ever witness. The stamina in his 11-inch-tall body is disproportionate at best, but the knowledge he's gained of all the creatures in his world goes far beyond his years. He's no expert on each and every one, of course, but he likes to think he knows a thing or two.
He isn't foolish enough to believe he knows precisely what a "chaos bee" is, but surely they're nothing worth fleeing from, right? They're still bees-
And then he sees the swarm. Right, things in this world are so much larger than everything in Moomin Valley.]
Oh dear.
[MMMBYE-- but take care not to step on your tiny classmate on your way, yeah?]
And the Band Played On... (Late Night Party)
[Well, it's not exactly a band, per se, but as the festivities of the night grow long and lively, one might find themselves drawn to the faint, quaint melody of a harmonica down a quieter corridor. Upon a shelf sits the little Snufkin, his tiny metal instrument amplified just enough by his own Fantastics to appeal to the larger folks around him. A plastic shot glass - filled with juice, mind - sits by his side. He seems at peace.
He figured he would've been left ignored in the face of the rest of the excitement, though, and so he cracks a smile when he sees someone lingering to listen.] A little bit of solitude never goes unappreciated in times like this, yes?
(I don't think I did it here, but any mention of paws, a tail, or general cat-ness are more 'headcanon derived from small canon details' than true canon themselves, but I wanted to have a bit of fun on this TDM! I hope that's alright! The 11-inches is canon, though.)