noxian-talon asked:

The next morning the pot was empty. The rag and the food all in one and the same spot, building a little mountain the mouse had climbed to get out. The corner where the men kept their clothes was a little messy and a few of Talon's clothing had been pulled out and were in the middle of the room. It was one dress shirt, trousers and socks, also shoes. All in order. All only Talon's clothes. And the mouse was laying on the shirt, curled up and waiting for the gambler to wake up.

stackingthedeck:

noxian-talon:

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It took half the morning for the Gambler to even move..once he did..he went to the bathroom before ever checking the pot and finding it empty of the little mouse..

Shit..where did..oh..what? Fingers moved to pick up the sleeping the fur ball and rub it’s back, “How did get out..jump? You ain’t hurt?”

"I put you..in a pot..and.." The poor man spoke, more confused then ever.

"Uhm… Yes… you did. And you dropped me, you moron." Talon leaned down to the other again, face coming close. "Pretty damn hard to make you get something, you know that?"

"Look, mice ain’t somethin’..I..they’re vermin Tal..normally..I.."

"Got it. If I ever end up being a cockroach I’ll hide from you." A chuckle left the assassin and he couldn’t but smile at the other.

noxian-talon asked:

The next morning the pot was empty. The rag and the food all in one and the same spot, building a little mountain the mouse had climbed to get out. The corner where the men kept their clothes was a little messy and a few of Talon's clothing had been pulled out and were in the middle of the room. It was one dress shirt, trousers and socks, also shoes. All in order. All only Talon's clothes. And the mouse was laying on the shirt, curled up and waiting for the gambler to wake up.

stackingthedeck:

noxian-talon:

stackingthedeck:

stackingthedeck:

It took half the morning for the Gambler to even move..once he did..he went to the bathroom before ever checking the pot and finding it empty of the little mouse..

Shit..where did..oh..what? Fingers moved to pick up the sleeping the fur ball and rub it’s back, “How did get out..jump? You ain’t hurt?”

"A mouse.." Fate spat out, "Why..why a mouse?!"

"Why?" Talon groaned and sat up now. "Hell, I don’t know why. Why don’t you ask the gray faces why they are all that crazy."

"I put you..in a pot..and.." The poor man spoke, more confused then ever.

"Uhm… Yes… you did. And you dropped me, you moron." Talon leaned down to the other again, face coming close. "Pretty damn hard to make you get something, you know that?"

noxian-talon asked:

The next morning the pot was empty. The rag and the food all in one and the same spot, building a little mountain the mouse had climbed to get out. The corner where the men kept their clothes was a little messy and a few of Talon's clothing had been pulled out and were in the middle of the room. It was one dress shirt, trousers and socks, also shoes. All in order. All only Talon's clothes. And the mouse was laying on the shirt, curled up and waiting for the gambler to wake up.

stackingthedeck:

noxian-talon:

stackingthedeck:

stackingthedeck:

It took half the morning for the Gambler to even move..once he did..he went to the bathroom before ever checking the pot and finding it empty of the little mouse..

Shit..where did..oh..what? Fingers moved to pick up the sleeping the fur ball and rub it’s back, “How did get out..jump? You ain’t hurt?”

"…..FUCK?!" The rest of the statement’s words missing as the Gambler tired to piece together what just happened. He lay still for the most part…unsure what it was safe to move.

Slowly Talon lifted himself up a bit, supporting himself off the ground next to Fate with both hands in order to do so. A little worried he looked down at the gambler. “Are you hurt…?”

"A mouse.." Fate spat out, "Why..why a mouse?!"

"Why?" Talon groaned and sat up now. "Hell, I don’t know why. Why don’t you ask the gray faces why they are all that crazy."

noxian-talon asked:

The next morning the pot was empty. The rag and the food all in one and the same spot, building a little mountain the mouse had climbed to get out. The corner where the men kept their clothes was a little messy and a few of Talon's clothing had been pulled out and were in the middle of the room. It was one dress shirt, trousers and socks, also shoes. All in order. All only Talon's clothes. And the mouse was laying on the shirt, curled up and waiting for the gambler to wake up.

stackingthedeck:

noxian-talon:

stackingthedeck:

stackingthedeck:

It took half the morning for the Gambler to even move..once he did..he went to the bathroom before ever checking the pot and finding it empty of the little mouse..

Shit..where did..oh..what? Fingers moved to pick up the sleeping the fur ball and rub it’s back, “How did get out..jump? You ain’t hurt?”

"No..no..no.." Fate tapped the little thing’s noise. "That ain’t yers.." He sighed, this mouse was odd..but there was no mark, no glow..no nothing to show it any different than any other mouse.

He tapped till it let go and dropped it back into the pot. “…Do I put a top on ta pot?..”

Noises of complaint again. This was frustrating. But the mouse wouldn’t give up. Again it made its way onto the rag pile and this time it jumped up as far as it could, trying to get onto Fate’s chest.
Mid-air though it started to light up and grow. Fast.
Just two seconds later Fate had fallen over, a naked assassin laying on top of him, the pot dropped to the ground with loud clattering noises.
"Hnnng… Ouch…"

"…..FUCK?!" The rest of the statement’s words missing as the Gambler tired to piece together what just happened. He lay still for the most part…unsure what it was safe to move.

Slowly Talon lifted himself up a bit, supporting himself off the ground next to Fate with both hands in order to do so. A little worried he looked down at the gambler. “Are you hurt…?”

noxian-talon asked:

The next morning the pot was empty. The rag and the food all in one and the same spot, building a little mountain the mouse had climbed to get out. The corner where the men kept their clothes was a little messy and a few of Talon's clothing had been pulled out and were in the middle of the room. It was one dress shirt, trousers and socks, also shoes. All in order. All only Talon's clothes. And the mouse was laying on the shirt, curled up and waiting for the gambler to wake up.

stackingthedeck:

noxian-talon:

stackingthedeck:

noxian-talon:

stackingthedeck:

It took half the morning for the Gambler to even move..once he did..he went to the bathroom before ever checking the pot and finding it empty of the little mouse..

Shit..where did..oh..what? Fingers moved to pick up the sleeping the fur ball and rub it’s back, “How did get out..jump? You ain’t hurt?”

Once spoken to the mouse woke up and only barely moved. It was still a little sleepy, but awake enough to recognize the gambler. It started licking his hand a little and then stretched out to paw at the bracelet Fate was wearing again.

"Yer cute but.." Fate sighed as the little mouse got comfy in his palm. "I don’t think Tal wants a mouse as a pet. Be too hard ta keep ya alive.." The pawing still lost on the Gambler, fingers lowered the mouse back into the pot and hands lifted it up. "Maybe I should take ya inta town ta let ya go..you’d get more food there.."

How could one even be so stupid? How?
The mouse climbed onto the pile of things it had built in the pot and from there it simply climbed out again and made its way back onto Fate’s arm. This time it dug little teeth into the bracelet, grabbing a hold of it that way. Maybe he would pay some attention to this item now?

"No..no..no.." Fate tapped the little thing’s noise. "That ain’t yers.." He sighed, this mouse was odd..but there was no mark, no glow..no nothing to show it any different than any other mouse.

He tapped till it let go and dropped it back into the pot. “…Do I put a top on ta pot?..”

Noises of complaint again. This was frustrating. But the mouse wouldn’t give up. Again it made its way onto the rag pile and this time it jumped up as far as it could, trying to get onto Fate’s chest.
Mid-air though it started to light up and grow. Fast.
Just two seconds later Fate had fallen over, a naked assassin laying on top of him, the pot dropped to the ground with loud clattering noises.
"Hnnng… Ouch…"

noxian-talon asked:

The next morning the pot was empty. The rag and the food all in one and the same spot, building a little mountain the mouse had climbed to get out. The corner where the men kept their clothes was a little messy and a few of Talon's clothing had been pulled out and were in the middle of the room. It was one dress shirt, trousers and socks, also shoes. All in order. All only Talon's clothes. And the mouse was laying on the shirt, curled up and waiting for the gambler to wake up.

stackingthedeck:

noxian-talon:

stackingthedeck:

It took half the morning for the Gambler to even move..once he did..he went to the bathroom before ever checking the pot and finding it empty of the little mouse..

Shit..where did..oh..what? Fingers moved to pick up the sleeping the fur ball and rub it’s back, “How did get out..jump? You ain’t hurt?”

Once spoken to the mouse woke up and only barely moved. It was still a little sleepy, but awake enough to recognize the gambler. It started licking his hand a little and then stretched out to paw at the bracelet Fate was wearing again.

"Yer cute but.." Fate sighed as the little mouse got comfy in his palm. "I don’t think Tal wants a mouse as a pet. Be too hard ta keep ya alive.." The pawing still lost on the Gambler, fingers lowered the mouse back into the pot and hands lifted it up. "Maybe I should take ya inta town ta let ya go..you’d get more food there.."

How could one even be so stupid? How?
The mouse climbed onto the pile of things it had built in the pot and from there it simply climbed out again and made its way back onto Fate’s arm. This time it dub little teeth into the bracelet, grabbing a hold of it that way. Maybe he would pay some attention to this item now?

noxian-talon asked:

The next morning the pot was empty. The rag and the food all in one and the same spot, building a little mountain the mouse had climbed to get out. The corner where the men kept their clothes was a little messy and a few of Talon's clothing had been pulled out and were in the middle of the room. It was one dress shirt, trousers and socks, also shoes. All in order. All only Talon's clothes. And the mouse was laying on the shirt, curled up and waiting for the gambler to wake up.

stackingthedeck:

It took half the morning for the Gambler to even move..once he did..he went to the bathroom before ever checking the pot and finding it empty of the little mouse..

Shit..where did..oh..what? Fingers moved to pick up the sleeping the fur ball and rub it’s back, “How did get out..jump? You ain’t hurt?”

Once spoken to the mouse woke up and only barely moved. It was still a little sleepy, but awake enough to recognize the gambler. It started licking his hand a little and then stretched out to paw at the bracelet Fate was wearing again.

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