[Notes: Thread is set pre-Ukr arc. Thread will also be opening later for more characters to join in!]
“Will you gerroffoutivit!?”
For the most part Damo liked to think he was a reasonable beast: he let those in his dockside tavern imbibe far more than they could hold; navigated a countless number of brawls in his establishment and generally kept the peace with a solid right hook and watered-down spirits. He was, as far as proprietors go, pretty relaxed.
Patience, however, can only be tested for so long. The little…whatever it was had been nothing short of a relentless nuisance for the past two hours, and he was less than experienced with the younger crowd as it was. Her final attempt to get behind the bar, already with pockets crammed with pilfered items and junk she’d tried peddling, had been met with a decisive grab. Frogmarching the protesting gecko to the doors as she spat and cursed at him, he found himself hard-pressed to keep a grip on the wriggling thing. Strange furless beasts.
“Stupid-great-…crinkleclawed-bully!—I wasn’ doing anything! This is harassment!”
“Oh aye? Harassment’s right – to me and those last three weasels you were trying to scam. Now garn, go harass somebeast else!”
With a solid kick he got the front door open long enough to bowl Cricket out snout over tail and disappeared back inside. The young gecko, for her part, was still protesting even as she was bundled out, limbs askew as she collided with something soft. A soft landing in this city was a bonus at least. It took another two seconds of dazed silence to realise it was actually another creature, roughly her size.
Pawing at fur and fabric as she struggled to extract herself, Cricket pointed to the doorway as she complained to her unfortunate victim. “You see that? That any way to treat a young’un in this city?! How dare he, right?! Could’ve landed me right in the water, and then what?!”
“Will you gerroffoutivit!?”
For the most part Damo liked to think he was a reasonable beast: he let those in his dockside tavern imbibe far more than they could hold; navigated a countless number of brawls in his establishment and generally kept the peace with a solid right hook and watered-down spirits. He was, as far as proprietors go, pretty relaxed.
Patience, however, can only be tested for so long. The little…whatever it was had been nothing short of a relentless nuisance for the past two hours, and he was less than experienced with the younger crowd as it was. Her final attempt to get behind the bar, already with pockets crammed with pilfered items and junk she’d tried peddling, had been met with a decisive grab. Frogmarching the protesting gecko to the doors as she spat and cursed at him, he found himself hard-pressed to keep a grip on the wriggling thing. Strange furless beasts.
“Stupid-great-…crinkleclawed-bully!—I wasn’ doing anything! This is harassment!”
“Oh aye? Harassment’s right – to me and those last three weasels you were trying to scam. Now garn, go harass somebeast else!”
With a solid kick he got the front door open long enough to bowl Cricket out snout over tail and disappeared back inside. The young gecko, for her part, was still protesting even as she was bundled out, limbs askew as she collided with something soft. A soft landing in this city was a bonus at least. It took another two seconds of dazed silence to realise it was actually another creature, roughly her size.
Pawing at fur and fabric as she struggled to extract herself, Cricket pointed to the doorway as she complained to her unfortunate victim. “You see that? That any way to treat a young’un in this city?! How dare he, right?! Could’ve landed me right in the water, and then what?!”
