local manchild ruins everything

Rat grinned, showing off a set of particularly yellow and broken teeth. He flicked his tail once. “Ah knew ya’d ‘elp- nice girl such as y’ self y’ see- saw y’ an’ I fought, “That dunmer there, she look like a good’un,”-” With suprising speed the Khajiit lunged forward and grasped her hand tightly before giving it a vigorous shake. A little too tightly. “”Well y’ see miss, if I knew where i’d last seen the bastard thing last I’d know where it bleedin’ was.” Rat leaned over to whisper conspirationally in her ear. “Killed it myself y’ see.” He tipped his head back and let out a loud and jarring cackle that soon ended in a wheezing coughing fit.

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Felnyx was waiting for him right around the corner. “No need to shout…” He whispered. “So, y’ followed me into an alley which mean y’ either want drugs, sex or a fight.” He shrugged “That or you’re just fuckin’ stupid. So which will it be, sweetheart?”

It wasn’t often he went out in broad daylight for this exact reason. Felnyx smirked and turned the corner into an alleyway. Public confrontation wasn’t his thing– and he had the advantage of being able to corner the scruffy cat should a problem arise. So he leaned against the wall with a dagger behind his back and waited for the khajiit to follow him.

-- though he had to admit to himself, he had been trying to create a distraction after pocketing some of her coin, but by the gods weren’t they supposed to stick those wigs down with something-- “Oi!” Rat swore under his breath as the mer turned a corner into a dingy alleyway. He stuck his hands into his pockets, raised his shoulders to chin level and leaned back. This called for a proper, disgruntled slouch. The Khajiit flicked his tail and slouched round the corner, whistling a cheerful tune. “If y’ could ma’be slow down a tad.” He called loudly.

“Honestly thinking of jumping into the civil war some day… I have nothing to lose, do I?” Drusilla grinned, somewhat darkly, not sure if her companion even paid attention. She didn’t really care though.

⇝ Rat shrugged nonchalantly, hand wrapped tightly around his tankard and eyes fixed on the dancing reflections in the amber coloured liquid filling it. “Only y’ freedom. Ma’be a couple a’ arms an’ legs.”  He grunted. “S’ no-- not much t’ lose.”