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✿ “ what gave it away, sugar? The big floppy ears or ma cute lil’ tail?”

      She’d gesture to both as she listed them, giving her small fluff of a tail a playful shake.

           “ Why’da ask?”

💕 “I wouldn’t call it ‘murder’ if the shithole had it coming.”

Of course that was just her opinion, she didn’t really press the issue. Not everyone had a background like hers….taking a life, even out of self defense was not for everyone.

“I’m more partial to knives, myself. Like I’m pretty good at hand-to-hand combat, but if I had to choose my weapon, some throwing knives or a sturdy sword would do. Maybe a machete.” She reaches into her purse and casually pulls out her makeup mirror while contuining to speak.

“But nothing beats a mastery made katana. Don’t have to worry about those getting snagged on someone’s sternum or humerus. That’s embarrasing, am I right?” she pauses to apply a quick fresh coat of lipgloss before placing her items away.

“Buuuut that’s just me. …So, do you work or whatever?”

He listened to every word and made not a peep for quite sometime. This woman spoke with such serenity and knowledge that Whisk knew that this was no longer a joke. Yet he didn’t look frightened or offput by it at all, for a small smile had curled up underneath his nose. It was slightly comforting to know that someone else had a rough past, feeling a bit of a connection forming between them in that very moment. It was warm, welcoming, and not even the slightest bit unnerving. 

He would have had no right to be scared after the stunts he had pulled.

“Work, eh?” Giving a complacent sigh and a slight chuckle, the wolf rolled his eyes and spoke. “I work fer a witch named Esmeralda. Y’know when we met wit’ that shoppin’ shit? Yeah,. I was shoppin’ fer her. I’ve been doin’ it fer as long as I can remember.”

Of course, that was a bit fabricated. He remembered very well his human life of treachery and deceit. Thievery and murder. The sins were practically crawling on his back as he perfectly fibbed through his shiny fangs, for he had been in this situation more than once. It had become second nature to shade his past, and while he did feel guilty considering it was Camellia, he knew it would be the the best right now.

“We’re selling smoothies, of course you can’t scratch your back with it!”

“But I have a fork I could sell you…”

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                               “You’re the best, Mister Whisk!                                            Don’t worry, you’ll get the first piece!”

She briefly pumped her fist in the air in victory that she ‘won’ him over in getting the Liqourice, hopping up and down like it was Christmas time all over again. Her impulse wanted to hug the big ol’ wolf in thanks, but her restraint was too strong to do so and merely took his little pat in stride.

She was literally skipping next to the shopping cart as they headed to the checkout, her joyful attitude falling just a tad as she grimaced at the long line ahead. She flushed and looked away at the staring shopper, muttering an apology on Whisk’s behalf.

                          “It’s the price you pay for wanting a cheaper shop,”                           she mournfully agreed. “There doesn’t look to be                           any free lanes, either.”

A part of her wanted to point out that they were no different to the grandmas and their kiddies, even if the circumstances were different, but thought better of it, using the cart as a bit of a boost to peek ahead.

                         “And,” she added “The person at the end is having credit card                           troubles, looks like the machine’s on the brink. Or they forgot                           their pin. I can’t see that far ahead, is there no self-checkouts                           free?”

“Oh, of fuckin’ COURSE they are!”

The wolf growled a gritty growl as he pulled their cart back with Cream still on it. At the mention of a self-check tut he immediately turned it with his full force, knocking into a shelf of goods and nearly knocking them over. Whisk then pushed them along until, luckily, they were able to beat past an unsuspecting shopper that was trying to use the machine first. A coarse glare was shot their way, but Whisk ignored it with his usual indifference and scoffed at the sound of their cursed-ridden mumbling.

“Of course we get the dirty one,” spat the wolf under his breath as he was careful to avoid any sticky stains on the machine. It had not only the look of a grotesque pimple, but also the smell of pancakes left out in the sun for too long.  The individual Whisk cut off gave snickers of amusements, much to the wolf’s chagrin. 

Sure as hell DID hurt. He couldn`t help but whimper. It was all just Empire bullshit. They HATED the fact that he couldn`t pay up rental with his mother so they thought when they shot him that price would be paid. Luckily he was here to help the child. He panted softly trying to endure the heat and pain of the blaster shot. 

`Empire… empire troopers. I didn`t pay rental for a while and the Empire has a strict law that if you don`t pay, you pay with your life for slaves.`

“Oh, fuck me,” the wolf exasperated as he stared at the child in shock. He had heard about the Empire-- everybody did-- but this marked his first time having a run in with them like that. There was no doubt in his mind that he had been marked due to fleeing away with this poor boy, and that meant one grave thing.

He was fucked by himself.

“Shit, shit, SHIT!” Spat the wolf repeatedly, a paw digging into the sand and gripping a pile of it tightly. Standing up and roughly flinging the pile back down, the wolf felt no relief from his physical venting. “Now we’re BOTH in hot waters, ya lil’ shit! If I had known those were Empire troops I wouldn’t ha--”

No, even he knew better than to say that to a child. With a deep breath and an almost inaudible snarl, the stressed and gruff wolf attempted to lower his voice.

“I don’t give a damn if it IS just a scratch!” Growling as he neatly placed a heart-shaped bandage over her cut, the wolf gave a huff. “I told ya not t’wander off on market street! These guys’re fuckin’ crooked! They’ll beat ya t’death ‘n steal yer shit if ya so much as LOOK at ‘em wrong!”

Shaking his head and placing a paw to his forehead, the wolf finalyl took his place next to Cream. He didn’t know why he felt so protective over her, but the blood in his veins wouldn’t stop broiling.

“Quiet kid. I know it hurts.” Placing the child down against a rock somewhere safe, the wolf took a look at their wound. At first it looked too clean to be a bullet wound, but upon further inspection he saw a welt of blood just bubble there from heat. Luckily though, the wolf was able to stay calm, and with a piece of his tattered vest he was able to wrap the wound up for the time being.

“I wish ya’d listen the damn first time when I said stop,” the grumpy wolf lamented as a paw held his loose arm in place. It wasn’t so much that he was ungrateful for her pulling him aside from a scrap he couldn’t win, but more so that his pride had been stabbed.

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“ oh my god what happened? ”

“ you’re bleeding! why are you bleeding? ”

“ who did this to you? ”

“ that’s… a lot of blood ”

“ i think… it’s broken ”

“ can you move? does it hurt? ”

“ we need to get you to a hospital ”

“ what are you talking about? this is not just a scratch ”

“ it’s just a scratch ”

“ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine ”

“ that’s not supposed to bend that way ”

“ what the hell did you do? ”

“ don’t you pass out on me ”

“ i’m just so tired ”

“ hey, whoa, you alright there? ”

“ i just need to sit down for a minute ”

“ let me carry you ”

“ it won’t stop bleeding! ”

“ you’re gonna be just fine, i promise ”

“ hey! i said stay awake! ”

“ tell me what hurts ”

“ does it hurt when i do this? ”

“ ow! that hurts! ”

“ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute ”

   O’Chunks blinked at the remark, his lazy eye still remaining unfocused. Surprisingly, not many asked about his eye… Possibly out of fear of what the colossal man could do to them. A little growling noise came from him, as with a sudden movement, he made an attempt to grab the wolf by his legs, and hold him up.

        “Do ya know when to shut your flabbin mouth, ya mutt-!?”

“What the--!?” Like a fish he had been rung by the other’s hand and held up to dangle helplessly, unable to escape or fight back. Whisk was shocked by the other’s speed and their stout strength, but that didn’t scare him one bit. As an aside of Esmeralda and a denizen of Globerdale, he was used to it all. He was used to lightning quick swamp monsters, super-powered tentacle monsters, and the rough-housing of his ‘best friends.’ Ir was all part of the job description and, (un)fortunately for him, the magic enchanted upon him made him able to survive all blows. It was, however, too bad that he wasn’t impervious to pain!

💕 “Well damn, if you’re gonna make it sound THAT appetizing then I guess I’m on board.”

She says with a smile while continuing to scan the menu. The dish sounded hearty, but as she stated before, she had quite the appetite. A side dish or two couldn’t hurt, right?

“I’ll have what he’s having….and could you bring me a plate of Tonkatsu as well? …And I guess I’ll try the cutlets on a bed of the House Special stir-fry rice noodles. Thanks, sweetheart.” The waiter writes down the  extensive order and takes their menus before dismissing himself.

“So….uh….” What else could she ask him? Shit, she really was new to this wasn’t she? “What kind of stuff do you like to do? You ever shoot someone?” —

Stunned by her rather extensive order and her quite abrasive question, the wolf tilted his head. He hadn’t an idea where that came from, but he didn’t dare ask. Instead he looked away briefly and scratched the back of his head, forced and awkward laughter spilling from his trap as he took it as a joke. Just a harmless little joke.

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A hearty series of giggles escaped her at the wolf’s antics, and she wondered just who was the excited-over-confectionary child here? His joy and happiness only brought smiles to her face, especially since the shopping trip itself had been a bit of a drag with the list’s items, all of which did not seem to be what Whisk enjoyed. She’d gladly ask him to accompany her to a proper sweet shop next time, hopefully to continue to bring about that joy from dull mundane trips.

Her eyes widened at his offer, and suddenly the choices seemed endless – the possibilites vast. She was working on a budget before, but now he brought his money to the table. The money adults had seemed almost impossible to her, who had only dealt with tuppence and pocket change.

There was also the conflict that she really didn’t want to use his money – her politeness coming a-knocking, but he was so enthusastic, and there were so many treats..

                                     “C-Chocolate Moose Cake? Oh my..”

Train of thought broken, she had to admit, she had never had it before. It seemed just a touch too rich for her taste, so she often declined it when offered. But seeing as it was on the house, as it were..

                                     “I haven’t had any before! Can we get some, Mister                                       Whisk? I certainly don’t want to be.. um, living a lie,                                       as you put it!”

Honey hues sidelong glanced over towards the colourful sections again, eying up a particular piece that stood out.

                              “That bag of Liquorice, too. I’m always a sucker for that.                                Pretty please? I wouldn’t have enough for truffles AND                                that.”    

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t worry ‘bout it!” Chuckling slightly as he gave an affectionate pat to the rabbit’s head, the gruff old man snickered. “I ain’t gonna bite yer damn head off fer askin”! As long as I get some then why the hell not?”

Wasting no further time on their sweet escapade, the wolf took hold of his friend’s credit card and held it up high. With a free arm he used it to grab all of what they wanted. The Chocolate Moose Cake he nearly dropped was placed directly in the center of the cart, with the box of truffles placed sloppily on it before the bag of Liquorice topped it like a bow did a present. He then pushed their cart towards the (unfortunately) long check out line, much to his dismay.

💕 She’ll never get over how easy it was to sway men.

All she did was bat her eyelashes and touch his chin and he was already drooling on himself. It was hilarious, but it also concerned her. IF she had ulterior motives, he’d be way too easy to mess over. ….But she didn’t live that kind of life anymore.

“I’ll hold you to that.” She  says as she slips away when the waitor returns to them and offers menus & explains the house specials. “Hmmm….that all sounds pretty tasty. What do you recommend, Fluffy?”

At the mention of food he snapped out of his seduced senses and looked down at the menu, flipping through to find what he wanted. In about a few seconds he closed the menu thematically and, with a wink towards Camellia, handed the menu to their expectant waiter. 

       “…….”

…Why did this silence make him so angry. He was expecting to be happy that this mutt shut his trap, but that look he gave him… His teeth slowly grit together, large fists clenching. He was shaking with rage, his functioning eye still glaring down at the other with an unmeasurable amount of rage.

The wolf looked back with a blank expression and a brow raised. As they quaked with malice and felt their blood boil with the heat of the susn itself, Whisk looked unfazed. Bored, even.It was apparent from this reaction that he was underestimating the uniquely shaped creature before him, and unbeknownst to him t hat would be his downfall.

   …Wow, he hadn’t heard such a slew of bad words such as that in a while. Either way, this wolf was ALREADY pissing him off. This might have been a new record. O’Chunks towered over the other, glaring down with one eye, as the other awkwardly drifted off to the side.

          “Listen here, ya dobber. If ya say one more thing to me, by god, I’ll chunk ya. Shut your flabbin mouth!”