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Griblo puffed out his chest and help out his paws eagerly as Emilio offered over the scabbard and pack.
"Aye, mate! Ye can trus’ me!"
The moment the badger’s weapon and gear were in his grip, however, the ferret staggered backward a step, knees buckling under the sheer weight. He tottered dramatically, jaw clenched as though it were dragging him through the floorboards.
"Blazes, what’s dis made of, lead!?" he wheezed, though the twitch of his whiskers betrayed that he was playing it up just a touch. With a grunt, he shuffled to the side room and carefully set the load down, brushing off his paws with a loud exhale, as though the deed were herculean. "Hells teeth, beast like yew coul' pull a whole 'ouse down!"
He shot a last lingering glare back at Kaii and the vixen, sharp and narrow-eyed, before slinking out into the wet with a swish of his tail.
--- 2 Hours Later... ---
The warehouse door shuddered open again without a knock or warning, and in slunk Griblo, soaked through, fur plastered flat, dripping like a drowned rat. Yet his grin was as wide as ever, and his claws clutched a tightly woven basket bound against the rain.
"Vittles bell!" he crowed, water flying as he shook himself out. "Oi got’s ye all o’ de goodies a badger the likes o’ ye needs. Hope i’s enuff, matey!"
He plonked the basket onto a bench, flipping it open to reveal its bounty: several slices of buttered raisin toast, three steaming meat pies, a paper sleeve crammed full of non-fish fishsticks, and a battered canteen. With a spring, he hopped up onto the same bench, leaning in close to Emilio’s ear.
"Even snuck ye some grog from m’ per’snul collec’shin! T’is in d’ canteen!" he whispered with conspiratorial glee, before bouncing back down to the floor, chest puffed.
Casting his gaze across the trio of laboring beasts, his grin widened.
"Roight! So, did ol’ Twin-Tails ever show ’is mug or wut?"
"Aye, mate! Ye can trus’ me!"
The moment the badger’s weapon and gear were in his grip, however, the ferret staggered backward a step, knees buckling under the sheer weight. He tottered dramatically, jaw clenched as though it were dragging him through the floorboards.
"Blazes, what’s dis made of, lead!?" he wheezed, though the twitch of his whiskers betrayed that he was playing it up just a touch. With a grunt, he shuffled to the side room and carefully set the load down, brushing off his paws with a loud exhale, as though the deed were herculean. "Hells teeth, beast like yew coul' pull a whole 'ouse down!"
He shot a last lingering glare back at Kaii and the vixen, sharp and narrow-eyed, before slinking out into the wet with a swish of his tail.
--- 2 Hours Later... ---
The warehouse door shuddered open again without a knock or warning, and in slunk Griblo, soaked through, fur plastered flat, dripping like a drowned rat. Yet his grin was as wide as ever, and his claws clutched a tightly woven basket bound against the rain.
"Vittles bell!" he crowed, water flying as he shook himself out. "Oi got’s ye all o’ de goodies a badger the likes o’ ye needs. Hope i’s enuff, matey!"
He plonked the basket onto a bench, flipping it open to reveal its bounty: several slices of buttered raisin toast, three steaming meat pies, a paper sleeve crammed full of non-fish fishsticks, and a battered canteen. With a spring, he hopped up onto the same bench, leaning in close to Emilio’s ear.
"Even snuck ye some grog from m’ per’snul collec’shin! T’is in d’ canteen!" he whispered with conspiratorial glee, before bouncing back down to the floor, chest puffed.
Casting his gaze across the trio of laboring beasts, his grin widened.
"Roight! So, did ol’ Twin-Tails ever show ’is mug or wut?"