Years back, my online friend decided to bring both of our fanfiction characters together for a story and I have to say he did a bang-up job. In tribute, I decided to sculpt our two characters together in one of the short story’s final scenes.
After reaching a secluded section of the village where several trees stood and a single stone bench was provided to enjoy the trees when in bloom, the badger sat down on the bench as the raccoon stood with his arms crossed, feeling the cool breeze a bit. “What did you want to talk about?” Sincato asked even though he had an bit of an idea already, the badger looked up to him and sighed. “I don’t know how to deal with this, with what happened today and nor do I know how to tell Po about it. I feel like I did something wrong but at the same time it was right but I was raised to believe it isn’t right by any means.” He looked to the raccoon who stared down at him. “I can’t really imagine what Po was thinking when he saw me, covered practically in-“
Jo sat back a bit, resting his paws on his lap as he took this in. Sincato looked off to the distance as he rubbed his paws together. As he looked back down at the badger, just by staring into the boy’s eyes he could see alot was still on his mind. “You’re somewhat new to killing, aren’t you?” The badger met his gaze and nodded, “How do you find it so easy to do what you did today? I just want to know…” Jo asked, the raccoon sat down next to him and stared down at the grass, “I, guess certain people are just worth more to me then others. The Shim’s, they’re my chance to rebuild myself from the ground up, I don’t wish to lose them too.”