Twitch's not-so-subtle hole in the wall

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Wolf stuck out his tongue and snorted. “Little Lamb, the walking, talking rat with clothes is spraying his stench everywhere.” 

“So it would seem,” Lamb agreed with apparent disinterest – but then again, she always sounded like that. 

“I dislike it!” Wolf declared. “The Kindred will make this rat stop!” 

“As the Kindred wills,” Lamb inclined her head in an invitation for Wolf to act how he wished, and immediately he whisked off towards the offending rodent, jaws agape. It had no trouble finding the rat, for it was the Kindred, and the Kindred knew everything, including that this rat was a rat that wore clothes. 

“Stupid rat!” Wolf snapped his teeth at him. “Stop spraying your stupid rat smell everywhere! It gets in my mouth and my nostrils and ruins my meal! You would displeasure me, stupid rat?” 

Well. it’s not Warwick. but it’s still horrifying. Ghostly and possibly a hallucination. but still horrifying.

‘AUUUUGHH!!!”

Twitch immediately dropped what he was doing. attempting to scramble up a nearby tree- and failing. falling to the ground with a disappointing THUD

“Trees... bad plan... Ow.”

Twitch laid on the ground for a moment. partially stunned from the fall. partially waiting to see if something bit him while he wasn’t looking- maybe it’s not real? He hallucinates sometimes. maybe it’s one of those, right?

Still really glad it’s not HIM

The fireworks were beautiful from the temple.

 The Temple guardian stood in the door way watching. Her back turned to her idol. The fireworks lit up shadows behind her as she watched. It seemed Bilgewater always seemed to outdo themselves each year with these fireworks.

Reds, blue and golds lit up the sky. Green met the sky as well. Ah yes,…What a beautiful color-

Wait. 

Has she heard something fall? She turned to the idol watching carefully, scanning the area. She found nothing. But… something felt,…off.

I could have sworn I heard skittering…like a skittish rat afraid to come into the light to challenge the goddess.

As he ought to be.

Ah yes,..the warm embrace of the mother of the Sea. Soothing waves crashed in her ears. Illaoi heard the mothers word.

A certain rat wants a prize that isn’t his.

Oh? A little Rat wants the Idol? Lets humor him. Let him try to take the idol. She turned and chuckled. It was mischievous, but she wandered back into the light, to watch the fire show some more nonetheless.

Twitch heard a single laugh- Just one? this should be easy! 

If the laugh wasn’t female- What if it was her. He hadn’t seen anyone yet...

Well. no use in worrying. he can always just shoot his way out. right?

...Right?

Twitch, keeping up his camouflage, snuck up towards the Idol, crossbow at the ready. He’d prepared a bag that could hold the idol- something about null-magic mantles, the merchant had said before taking a crossbow-butt to the face.

Seeing the woman’s silhouette in the doorway. he paused. He’d need to take them out, definitely. 

Lining up a shot with tranquilizer bolts he’d made himself., Twitch whispered to himself,

“If this stings fer more then an hour. go see your doctor. Heheh...”

Bursting out of stealth. Twitch opened fire! Thankfully, there’s both a fireworks show and he’s using a crossbow, not a gun. so he probably wouldn’t attract too much attention...

“Look! Swordsman, I have what you seek!”

A voice rang unexpectely not so far after his meal, startling the wanderer. His reaction was but the usual - blade unsheathed, the swordsman’s arm rose ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Yet, there was no strike for he soon realized the one present at his side was that same rat he freed a few moments ago. Yasuo couldn’t tell where he came from nor how did the rat manage to sneak upon him so effectively. Perhaps he lost focus as he ate - he was hungry after all, despite all his efforts to watch his surroundings.

It did not matter - Twitch’s obnoxiously high pitched voice continued to ring into the ronin’s ears in all its glory, his hand raised in an offering gesture. Apparently the rat held canned food, and the final question only served to confirm those were a gift… but why?

“…I’ve already had enough, thanks.”

Yasuo’s voice followed not too late after his question. With it, the sound of his blade sinking into its sheath once more. In fact canned food was a blessing for someone like him. Easy to prepare and to eat, and needless to say far tastier than what the samurai could ever hope to prepare any day of his life. Still, the thought paled at the sight of Twitch’s putrid fingers grasping it - even if just the can. Hell knows how many diseases were hidden inbetween that critter’s every single chipped fingernail.

He didn’t trust him at all… but yet something remained on his head - why would he go out of his way to please? He was free to go and resume his activities after all…

“…And you care because?”

Yasuo’s eyes remained fixed on his form as a hand raised slightly as to gesture his refusal. “If this is about gratefulness, there is no need. Also - yes I’ve heard you speaking before. I am not deaf and your voice can hardly go unnoticed. I confess if not vastayan, then I don’t know what exactly you are… nor am I too concerned - I am far more concerned about how long what I ate will remain in my stomach, should you refuse to keep your distance. You want to thank me? Get rid of this stench, then perhaps we can talk… for whatever purpose that serves.”

“....But you saved my-”

And as the swordsman went on and on about his virtues- Why he was silent... and-

Wait a minute.

WAIT JUST A DARN SECOND.

DID HE JUST INSULT MY STENCH AGAIN??

“HEY! IT’S RUDE TO GO INSULTING THE BEST FACETS OF SOMEONE’S PERSONALITY!”

Twitch was obviously angry. his expression exaggerated, his voice unnecessarily raised in anger before he returns to a somewhat spiteful. yet less aggresive tone. his hand clenched into a fist as he turns around. after ranting himself a few steps away from the swordsman,

“HOW’S ABOUT TWITCH GOES AROUND SAYIN’ YOU LOOK LIKE AN EDGY TEENAGER WHO JUST RAN AWAY FROM HIS PARENTS AND IS WAY TOO PROUD OF HIS BODY TO GO AND PUT ANY SORTA ACTUAL CLOTHES ON WITHOUT EXPECTING YA TO BASH MY FACE IN, EH?”

And after he rants on about insults and their consequences.. he mumbles a off-topic musing. switching from topic to topic as he tries to focus on what’s going on,

“Like what the hell that’s not healthy y’know. the human body’s pretty inferior and isn’t designed to handle extreme weather. what’s up with that?”

Then he shakes his head,  pointing at the swordsman with gritted teeth and a clenched fist, the fist... smoking ever so slightly? just- the tiniest bit?

“I oughta teach you a lesson. yeah? About acceptin’ gratitude! YEAH! I’LL TEACH YOU ONE HELL OF A LESSON!”