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“You were almost there. You just need a little more experience.” The look on his face is telling though, and he makes no effort to hide the growing smirk that spreads across his lips. Bringing his face close to that of Thomas, he lets his teeth show before he continues to speak, his voice dropping to a quiet rasp.

“But in case you’re wondering, I do.”

                    he  forces  a  quiet  laugh.  he’s  not  entirely  sure  if  he’d  intended  for  it  to  come  out  that  way,  something  of  a  flirt  and  an  accusation  in  one,  but  the  man  doesn’t  deny  it  and  the  confidence  is  off-putting.  nobody  just  admits they  are  a  heretic  unless  they  don’t  think  they’ll  be  punished  for  it.  he’s  either  overconfident  or  skilled.

⊰⊰֎⊱⊱ So here he was, the infamous Corvo Attano himself, asleep in the attic of the Hound Pits Pub and there she was: a little rat putting a Bone Charm on the desk before Blinking over to the sleeping assassin. He was another favored, newly branded, a fledgling in the nest of the Void--

    He also had very shiny buttons for a man who had spent six months in prison.

    Rat quietly crawled her way towards one of the more decorative seeming buttons before inspecting it with tiny pink paws. It had the old royal seal on it! Oh it would be a grand entry to her collection! Even grander than all of the Overseer brass she had collected over the last few months, that was for certain. 

    Laying flat on her fuzzy belly, Rat began to quickly gnaw at the threads that connected the button to the rest of the old Royal Protector’s coat. She gave a squeak of annoyance as how well done the stitching was. Sturdy cored thread was her bane. Not that she minded the gnawing, she liked gnawing, but she didn’t want to stick around and get smashed.