She found it? Molesting?! The very ideas in combination sent an unpleasant shudder down Verad's spine, assuming that wasn't leftover damage from the collision making his nerves twinge.
"Slander, madam!" he said as he pawed and clawed his way into an upright, if not quite all right, position, head wobbling uncertainly as he shook himself free from a rush of dizziness. "I spent several hours laying that trap. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to tie a rat up such that it makes a little bow?!"
Indignant? Perhaps. But he'd gone to all that trouble. He'd even made the little signs. Could it have been the case that they were too effective, and nobody noticed that a trap had been there at all?
He would praise his own cleverness later, and at great length. For now, he had a job to do, which would require, using appropriately delicate tactics, convincing Natalie to yield his quarry. And he was about to use them, until he got a good look at her fingers delving into its fleshy interior.
"You can't just have your way with someone else's pudding and expect to walk away from it!" he said, abruptly and with a bit of sputtering, attempting to use the advantage of his greater height to swat the creature off the top of her head.
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The rat was a trusting sword, and as the bag was caught and drug along the street, unseen by at least one particularly incensed and oblivious Duskwight, the creature followed suit. It had thus far been given a nice fat piece of fruit and a few nuts and chocolates to feed upon; while other rats might have questioned the wisdom of dragging itself along whatever food-source happened to be found, this rat was doing quite all right by itself.
And to think, his siblings had mocked him, thinking he would never come to anything? And here he was, and there they were, somewhere in a restaurant's interior squabbling over a thrown-away dish. Who was laughing now, hm?
"Slander, madam!" he said as he pawed and clawed his way into an upright, if not quite all right, position, head wobbling uncertainly as he shook himself free from a rush of dizziness. "I spent several hours laying that trap. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to tie a rat up such that it makes a little bow?!"
Indignant? Perhaps. But he'd gone to all that trouble. He'd even made the little signs. Could it have been the case that they were too effective, and nobody noticed that a trap had been there at all?
He would praise his own cleverness later, and at great length. For now, he had a job to do, which would require, using appropriately delicate tactics, convincing Natalie to yield his quarry. And he was about to use them, until he got a good look at her fingers delving into its fleshy interior.
"You can't just have your way with someone else's pudding and expect to walk away from it!" he said, abruptly and with a bit of sputtering, attempting to use the advantage of his greater height to swat the creature off the top of her head.
---
The rat was a trusting sword, and as the bag was caught and drug along the street, unseen by at least one particularly incensed and oblivious Duskwight, the creature followed suit. It had thus far been given a nice fat piece of fruit and a few nuts and chocolates to feed upon; while other rats might have questioned the wisdom of dragging itself along whatever food-source happened to be found, this rat was doing quite all right by itself.
And to think, his siblings had mocked him, thinking he would never come to anything? And here he was, and there they were, somewhere in a restaurant's interior squabbling over a thrown-away dish. Who was laughing now, hm?
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Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
