[there hadn't been a precedent for this kind of surprise invasion here yet, so Knife was still panic-planning in their head the moment they'd caught glimpse of someone encroaching on one of their campsites; one never knows if it's intentional or mere chance, after all! and the odds weren't great, given that, once they'd stealthed close enough, they noticed it was the angry teen from the sliced breads and meats estate.
Fuck. What does she want? I keep from setting green foot in there and now this?
speaking of green: they hastily shift to fill in the shape of the half-orc, tugging on fasteners and rearranging clothing components to properly cover broader shoulders and longer legs -- gradual, snaking shifting from a smaller-sized creature to the shaggy-haired, scarred figure they knew had at least acquaintance with the intruder. perhaps that'd help? one way or the other, anyway.
What the fuck are you looking for, girly?
they artfully keep in silence, watching her crouch and rummage through their garbage and stash of just heaps of miscellaneous shit, some more plainly useful than others (there is no reason to have 3 defibrillators, but they were there within reach, so, y'know).
Wait--is that--?
what the hell. Oh shit. A rat.
okay, maybe this isn't a shakedown. Pending steers out of the shadows and starts to cross the distance to approach, becoming that large figure silhouetted by streetlight that Heather is startled by seconds later; admittedly, Knife's almost as scared, but they hide it better.
their eyes wince at the loud yell and crunch of packaging underfoot. I hope there wasn't anything valuable in there. I forget.
they stand stone still while the girl makes the connection, at which point, Pending scowls. Weirdo? Hello? I'm not the weirdo rummaging through someone else's shit for rats!
...
She really is just. Clutching that little thing huh.
...
...Does she make some of the food with rats...
blinkblink.
Focus.]
...Pending. [beat.] I...don't go in. When you're there. Since you don't like it. [So don't you make a fucking fuss about it, kiddo!]
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Fuck. What does she want? I keep from setting green foot in there and now this?
speaking of green: they hastily shift to fill in the shape of the half-orc, tugging on fasteners and rearranging clothing components to properly cover broader shoulders and longer legs -- gradual, snaking shifting from a smaller-sized creature to the shaggy-haired, scarred figure they knew had at least acquaintance with the intruder. perhaps that'd help? one way or the other, anyway.
What the fuck are you looking for, girly?
they artfully keep in silence, watching her crouch and rummage through their garbage and stash of just heaps of miscellaneous shit, some more plainly useful than others (there is no reason to have 3 defibrillators, but they were there within reach, so, y'know).
Wait--is that--?
what the hell. Oh shit. A rat.
okay, maybe this isn't a shakedown. Pending steers out of the shadows and starts to cross the distance to approach, becoming that large figure silhouetted by streetlight that Heather is startled by seconds later; admittedly, Knife's almost as scared, but they hide it better.
their eyes wince at the loud yell and crunch of packaging underfoot. I hope there wasn't anything valuable in there. I forget.
they stand stone still while the girl makes the connection, at which point, Pending scowls. Weirdo? Hello? I'm not the weirdo rummaging through someone else's shit for rats!
...
She really is just. Clutching that little thing huh.
...
...Does she make some of the food with rats...
blinkblink.
Focus.]
...Pending. [beat.] I...don't go in. When you're there. Since you don't like it. [So don't you make a fucking fuss about it, kiddo!]