“Oh hell no, beat it fish breath my inventions ain’t waterproof.”
The Deep Dweller claws at the bonds of his watery grave, breaching the stagnant swill with ample thrashing. Sitting upright, he blinks one yellow eye, then the other.
"...HISS!" //( OAO )\\
"No trouble? Yes; yeeesss...mwhehehe."
The Deep Dweller chortled, following behind in waddling mimicry.
"There will be no trouble indeed once my dark rituals — oooh, food!" //( 'v' )\\
Keeping cooped up in his workshop more often than not, Rumble made sure he kept his cupboards and refrigerator well stocked. He’d rummage around for a good few minutes before finally pulling out a cup of “authentic” Ionian instant noodles, a Piltover creation someone had tossed out completely unopened.
He’d follow the directions dutifully to prepare the dish, before sliding the steaming hot cup over to Goshg.
“There. That oughta keep you satisfied, at least for a little while.” He huffed, as if it were some grand undertaking.
The Deep Dweller squinted, eyeing the strange coral container for the watery dish. Without question, he clawed the bowl in his hands, setting the bowl's edge against his teeth and gnawing.
"Oooh, it bleeds warmth. Gheheheheee~"
Rumble rolled his eyes and slid the fish a fork and spoon to work with.
“Come on man, just eat it already. The sooner you fill your belly, the sooner you can get the hell outta here.”
He seemed convinced that it would be that simple.
As the fork and knife dangled in front of the Deep Dweller's face, the fish secured his pointed teeth against his prey, and, with a single focus, bit. The bowl crunched and creased before collapsing, scattering noodles, broth, and pottery against his mouth.
"Mmmm~" //( ' v ' )\\
