#darlingrat

@darlingrat 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗: ❛  wait! you can't just leave me here alone!  ❜

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 ❝ Get a hold of yourself. ❞ Hood was tired, near exasperated, as he packed a backpack. He wasn't too THRILLED about having to leave either when they were making so much progress but he didn't have much of a choice. Even the biggest dogs had their MASTERS. Jason was no exception. Talia called and he had to run HOME. He wasn't sure for what, but he'd fly a plane to the league as soon as he got done here.

❝ I'm leaving for a week at most. You're in charge, Odette. All you have to do is MAINTAIN and keep your ears out. No one knows I'm even GONE. ❞

( @adanimi Talia mentioned )

〔 •ﻌ• 〕 ･ﾟ * º • 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 » @darlingrat ❤︎‬'d my starter call !!

Frantic  squeaks  were  a  useless  distress  call  to  other  rodents  as  he  attempted  to  skitter  away  from  whatever  had  found  him.  Who  picked  up  random  rats  these  days?  Weren't  they  worried  about  disease,  biting  ... fleas?? A  final  big  squeak  was  let  out  before  a  voice  attempted  to  soothe  the  panicking  changeling.  Ears  twitch  as  fingers  scratch  between  them.  Okay,  maybe  he  wasn't  in  danger?  Granted,  he  never  really  was;  he  could  always  have  morphed  into  a  lion,  or  a  wolf,  an  elephant,  dozens  and  dozens  of  options.

Maybe  he  was  enjoying  the  love  he  was  suddenly  receiving.  Rodents  were  misunderstood  critters.  This  was  far  more  attention  than  he'd  been  expecting  when  deciding  to  hang  around  in  this  form.

@darlingrat asked: “you're surprisingly good company.”

Belle snorts before she can help herself and splays long, delicate fingers over her budding smile. "Surprisingly?" She takes no offence; she's merely amused. People often assume her physical beauty obfuscates a more shallow interior, filled with vanity and pride.

She's grateful they were able to overcome that misunderstanding the moment Belle knelt in the alleyway, disregarding the trash and strange fluids, and began to coo over her companion's rats.

Grufflegoop for him.

Send my muse a food or a drink and they will have to eat or drink it! || (always accepting) || @darlingrat

The multiplier just lets out a deep sigh as he looks at the—what was it?—grufflegoop that was presented in front of him by Odette. He loved his friend, but this… this was something else. Reluctantly, he took a spoonful to his mouth and consumed the green—why was it green?—goop, shuttering and cringing at the interesting texture and rather foul taste.