#darlingrat

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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.

Billy and a few clones surrounding him all simultaneously tilt their heads ever so slightly, a mix of curiosity and confusion caked on their faces. But the original himself ends up laughing instead, not quite sure why the topic of rats even came up anyway. What an introduction, but an amusing one that he'll happily entertain with a grin now on his lips.

"So, ya comparin' me n' the clones ta them lil' furry fellas, huh? Y'know what? Sure, why not. I'll take it." He wasn't sure whether this was a compliment or an insult, but either way, he's been called much worse.

~. "-Harvey isn't a big fan of rodents - but I must say, they fit you. No offense of course, darling. Take it as a compliment." Executed almost perfectly, the scarred side of Harvey Dent rolled his signature coin between his fingers - over and over again. The distorted orb found the other rather intriguing as it bounced up and down, left and right. Oh yeah, he could get behind this vibe.

Would you believe him if he said being flaunted over like this was kinda weird?

Back home in the Kingdom of Tropolis he's a royal steward and he's respected for being the direct line to the king, but usually his existence as an individual was treated as a means to an end. Someone to be passed over and forgotten, or given an order, expected to do a task and be done with.

  He could get used to this.

❝ Name's Float. ❞ He said striking a cute pose.

     It was amazing how quickly she'd allowed herself to become domesticated. though it shouldn't have been considering it was his hand that did the molding, his fingertips lightly gripping her chin as he applied a stain to her lips. He would need to do something about her breath, perhaps get her into the habit of nibbling on cinnamon sticks of some sort.

"This will be such a lovely colour once it dries.' The words could have been for himself or for her. Though her opinion on the matter wasn't important. "Do not worry at them.'

     Like she had the last time leaving what was meant to be a even colour patchy, mange like. Which was an unkind thought, she usually brought only the best groomed of her children. Something he only took occasion to note when their number went well past single digits in his home, though Hugo was beginning to understand that her care for the creatures was more than just keeping a tool well honed. An awful lot of compassion for a Rogue, it was probably due to her place on the heirarchy. The narcissism and callous disregard for life seemed to go hand in hand with the higher ranking.

"Smile for me, little mouse. Gently.' Didn't want to ruin the stain, just wanted to make sure he applied the blush in just the right place. He was still learning the curves and patchwork of her skin. Soon it wouldn't be necessary.

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