Writing Thingy with @AGooseNamedGeorgey

Instructions

Part two!! A faint rustling and scrambling sounded from behind the door, followed with a brief exclamation, “I’ll be with you momentarily!” After a half a minute or so, the doorknob turned then the door flew open; and the seemingly ever-patient fox was greeted by one Randall Remington. Remington was a creature of average hight, quite plump but with a jolly demeanor; his beady eyes flitted to and fro with an underlying anxiety that contrasted with the silly grin he wore. He fidgeted with his worn, light-brown overcoat and played with the single silver button that dangled, in danger of falling off entirely like the other two. His short but slightly fluffed grey fur stuck out messily at odd angles and looked frayed at the tips. The fur around his eyes was colored black like the mask one would see upon a bandit, as all raccoons have. His great big tail fluffed out like a pillow and its fur was covered in black-tinted rings. His stark-white whiskers bunched together and stuck out straight with slightly drooping ends; and his hand-like paws fumbled around with each other nervously. His small and slightly pointed ears angled this way and that, seemingly searching for signs of danger. Remington’s faced brightened at the sight of his dear old friend, and he opened the door wider to step out. “Why if it isn’t my beloved friend, little Finn! Too many years have passed us by since our last meeting. How has life been treating you? We have much to discuss, I’m sure!” Remington’s voice was loud but friendly, a voice that was comfortingly confrontational. It was deep and even, with little fluctuations in pitch to match his enthusiasm. He reached out and shook his friend’s paw with ardor, taking in the sight of the little fox he had not seen in so long. Finnegan and Remington had continued a tradition of calling each other by a nickname since childhood. Finnegan was called “little Finn” or just “Finn” even, and Remington was called “Remy”. A bit startled by this greeting, Finnegan paused a moment to collect his thoughts, but nodded back to his friend with a small smile. “Yes, Remy, I am much too glad to see you after all this time. I’m afraid our lack of each other’s company has been entirely my fault, as I am always occupied with unending thoughts and worries that cause me to forget my responsibilities in reality. Ah, my friend, I yearn to know how you have been doing in my absence! Oh, yes, life has treated me… alright. It’s not of much importance anyhow, I more so wish to hear your voice.” Finnegan pushed away the small whisperings and mutterings nipping at the back of his mind and focused on this dear, dear friend whose company he had yearned for through all these years. “Yes, come inside my friend! I cannot bear to keep you waiting in the cold! Come, sit by the fire! Dinner will soon be ready, and I hope you’ll join us.” Remington beckoned him inside, leading him to two comfy-looking chairs by a cozy fireplace, and begged him to sit down. Finnegan wondered what he had meant by “us”, but did not have to wait long to find out. Into the livingroom rushed another raccoon of a more slender and delicate build, closing the door Remington had clumsily left open and turning to confront him about it. Her pretty eyes widened when she saw they had company, and the scolding look on her face melted away to reveal embarrassment. (Go down to Notes and Credits)