CAREFREE
Nidbit has no things to worry about, and if he does, he doesn't look like he cares. He always enjoys looking like he has no problems to the world; and, honestly, he doesn't need to worry. He believes everyone should be stress-free, as they never see the world sunnier like he does.
STUBBORN
Nidbit is rather stubborn; he always wants to get his way, even if someone else has a better idea. He doesn't care if his way is wrong, in his mind, it's correct. He always tries to twists words to get his way, and will not stop bringing up his way until they use his method.
LAZY
Nidbit, is, very lazy. Not 'doesn't get work done', literally, he will sit all day in one specific place. He enjoys to 'seize the day', and make the day seem longer, and using that time, he carves out shapes from wood, or does grafitti art. Nidbit usually gets his work during his lazy time during the day.
Nidbit wrote:These are my key points in my personality, I guess. People say it a lot, but hey, I don't really care.
Nidbit wrote:How about I tell you the day, when I did my first masterpiece in wood-working?
I was walking along the sidewalk of the city, a pouch hanging along my neck, and it was a bright, sunny day. It was pretty hot; and there were too many cars. I began to have a bounce in my step, and I glanced to my side, seeing a park. Grinning, I padded toward a tree near the large pond. The pond was a calm place; I enjoyed doing my wood-working under the tree. A dark, blue figure was at the pond, playing with the yellow and grey-ish orange ducks. They looked like specks; I laughed. When I approached the shady tree, I slouched, laying my back against the scratchy wood. I took my pouch and placed it in the grass. Opening the brown, old thing, I reached for the treasure inside. My carving knife, and smooth wood. I pondered.
"How about a duck? I love ducks?" I reacted quickly, falling into a position where I look intimidated. The blue figure laughed; only then, I could see the duck hat on it's head.
"Hey, Quackers." I laughed, going back to slouching on the tree. I relaxed, holding the carving knife and the wood. He smiled.
"Hi there, chill. I'm Ducky; nice to meet you!" he replied, flicking his tail. I heard plenty of quacks; probably from his pouch.
I chuckled.
"Duck it is. Do you have one?"
"Ya! Here you go!" Ducky said, pulling a duck from his pouch. Glancing at the duck, I placed my wood aside and took him gently. I sighed, smiling a bit. The duck quacked. It felt warm and soft in my paws. Ducky giggled, and went back to the pond, ducks following him.
I looked back at the duckling, and placed it between me and my pouch. Taking my wood, I started carving a slightly oval shape, and took to making it's beak and webbed legs.
After a hour, I placed my finished work next to my pouch, while the duck did circles around me. It paused; quacking, trying to communicate.
"Wow! That's awesome!" Ducky had appeared from no where; he was right behind me. I shuddered, and chuckled. I looked at him.
"Thanks, Quackers."
"Can I have it?"
I pondered his question, knowing it was my first good piece. I shook my head.
"Naw, it's my first master piece. I can make another for you later, if you want."
"Okay!" he giggled, and bounced away, forgetting the duck he had left me. I grinned, and put the duck in my pouch.
Might as well keep it. I thought, smirking. I placed my pouch back on, and stood up. Padding with a sort of swag, I left the park, heading back to my own home. My first master piece.
That day, led to my master pieces of wood working.
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