#fidget | answer

     The bat blinks his jaundiced eyes at the cat, defensively holding himself back in case he needed to. It wasn’t often he held himself in conversation with ... anyone. Most people ignored him and he did his best to remain unnoticed unless he needed to be. So this entire conversation is ALREADY unnerving on that basis alone.

     And on top of the idea that this utterance came from a cat, no less, Fidget is even more unnerved by it. Sharp teeth bare before he takes a deep breath, huffing indignantly.

      Fidget’s three finger hands flex and curl at his side in annoyance, yellowed eyes staring forward at the duck with unbridled hatred as he blocked Negaduck’s path in the hall that lead to the dressing rooms. GOD. Why was he STILL hanging around? It was bad enough that Kitty was practically glued to his hip but with the additional fact that their employer ALSO wanted to deal with him? He couldn’t seem to get rid of the duck. 

    At every turn, there was his smug, masked face. And what WAS with the mask? If he was ugly, surely he could just show his mug like the rest of them…. Probably thought he was too good for it, the bastard. Fidget had yet to know what Kitty saw in him. It certainly couldn’t be because of the duck’s WINNING personality…..

    A gargled grumble rolls in his throat and Fidget takes a limping step forward, venturing into his space and seemingly unafraid of the boundaries he was going to cross. Frankly, Fidget was more annoyed he had to be playing letter carrier.   ❛ Ain’t here for THAT , feather-head. ❜ 

     Fidget signals behind him, hooking a thumb in the opposite direction of Kitty’s dressing room door– right where a beaten and barred door stood in the shadows of the backstage. ❛  …. Boss wants a meetin’ with you, ❜   the bat finally growls out, leaning the majority of his weight onto his pegged leg and into the direction where he wanted the duck to follow. He would add that it wasn’t useful to SHOOT THE MESSENGER. But, somehow, Fidget doesn’t think the duck would care. Hell, he’d probably shoot him for fun if he really wanted to.

      If Fidget had it HIS way, ducks would be barred from the premises. But…. he never got his way.

        ❛  SHE’S gonna be there, too. Says you should be’ave yerself. Hehehe…–❜  His laughter is rough– sounding like stones that had been tossed into a blender on PUREE.  ❛  Boss likes company on time and SHE vouched for you, too. Better not keep ‘er waitin’, huh– POND SCUM? ❜

    Fidget immediately nuzzles himself into the crook of Shego’s neck, putting himself in the comfiest position he can. He curls up cozily and gives a HAPPY chuff in reply. But the scent of fruit soon fills his nose and he peeps one yellow eye open, his nostrils flaring slightly as excitement zings through his gaze.

    Another happy, gargling chuckle leaves Fidget and he extends his hands greedily– eagerly grabbing the cubed melon from her pinched fingers. The bat then collapses back into his spot and then happily begins munching. 

  – THIS IS THE FACE HE MAKES WHEN HE SEES HER ON STAGE, OKAY. TRY AND TELL ME THIS ISN’T THE FACE OF A BESOTTED BAT.

    Ohohoho !! All for him? Stranger, you are far too kind!

       – Small hands tentatively reach forward, in case this is some mean trick, and then slowly grasp the bottle before pulling it closer to him. Fidget looks to the bottle and then to the stranger and a wide grin breaks out across his sharp smile. It’s really all for him?

   ❛ –  AND CATS. Cats are pretty good killers, too. S’all the claws and the-the teeth, y’know.❜   The answer is given in a manner of VERY matter of fact. It seems the other’s words have flown right over the bat’s head so he could focus on a much more… REALISTIC threat. 

    His legs side step, throwing the bat in an awkward spin as he then takes in his newest company with those huge yellow eyes of his. Fidget’s head tilts, ears flickering anxiously backwards against his skull. Fidget’s hands begin to wring, clearly displaying the sudden nervousness he felt. Frankly, he doesn’t know WHAT this stranger is– and… well… he needs to cover all of his bases, JUST IN CASE he’s made some type of feline foe.

   The bat gives a grumble and sinks lower into his chair, hoping to hide his face in his large liquor glass. He didn’t want to talk– he wanted this lady to go away. Why couldn’t a toon just mope in self pity in peace, nowadays? What was up with all of these newer toons wanting to SHARE their feelings?

     Yellow eyes finally drag up to her and his brow tents in frustration. Fidget gives a clear of his throat but the gesture does nothing to make his voice sound any more articulate. His voice croaks with all of the clarity of gravel and marbles being thrown into a blender that was set on PUREE.

SPIES ARE FOREVER 

      Ratigan’s threats are never to be taken lightly– a fact that Fidget had learned many years ago. Frankly, it was a miracle the bat was still around. With as many times as he screwed up, SURELY, he’d be dead at his Ratigan’s hand … or something infinitely worse. But he often seemed to skate by with the least amount of damage possible – granted, a few of his limbs weren’t all in working order. But he made it out ALIVE and that was the main thing.

    Still, that did not make the bat any less afraid. Ratigan was unpredictable and, even with his years of service beneath his belt, Fidget could never exactly figure the rat out. So, the instance the threat is made, the bat falls down– flinching and hiding his face away in case the rat were to make a move to hit. He peeks out from between his fingers and offers up the biggest (but WEAKEST) smile he can.

     He nods enthusiastically, wringing his wings together as Fidget hops backwards – distancing himself from Ratigan as quickly as he was able and chattering brokenly as he did so. 

     ❛  – Y-Yeah, yeah, b-boss. Got it, boss. W-Won’t disappoint you, b-boss! I’ll– Uhm… I’ll do it just fine– you’ll see. Ha ha ha ha… ❜