#tarclaws

Rel was surprised than Zeke had fallen over, and was even more surprised when he stayed down.Stealing from the sugar vaults was more than worth a beating, which they were about to dish out, until they saw the state Zeke was in.Now, Rel was technically off duty, they just had nothing else to do other than wander round by the vaults, so they figured they could find some kind of workaround. Rel leaned down, both eyes looking Zeke over, more to intimidate him than to actually get a better look. He looked like he hadn’t seen a bed in months, if not longer.

“Leave? Wouldn’t you be lucky!” Admittedly, they were just being mean, they had to get their entertainment somehow. “In fact, you are actually incredibly lucky I’m not on duty.” They tapped the claws of each hand against one another, as a subtle reminder that they were sharp,and ready to swing any time.

“And you look like shit, so here. Tell me something interesting, and if I don’t already know it, I’ll chase you out and leave you unharmed. If I already know what you tell me, then I turn you in.”

Oh thank Her Highness they’re not immediately going in for the kill. 

Zeke freezes, breath held, as Rel leans closer. He’s shaking a little, despite himself. He’s faced worse than a half-burnt, but he knows enough to know that if they go for him and he fights back, he won’t be fighting just one elsen - he’ll probably be fighting everyone within shouting distance. His eyes flicker between their eyes and their talons, remaining silent aside from swallowing thickly as they gloat.