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Bagel Check: [Pass] (bad_schematics) wrote in wildhuntthreads,

Scottwick froze, staring at the fairy that was blearily wiping his eyes. The first thought that came to his mind was blue. The second was beetle. The third was tiny. So this was the mysterious rich guardian/kidnapper? The fairy didn't dress like anyone Scottwick had seen before. Nothing about this weird new room was like anything he'd seen before. Though he had to admit that the fairy dragon hovering nearby was a little bit interesting--he hadn't ever seen one before or expected to. Too bad he wouldn't be sticking around to get to pet it.

He shifted his gaze from the dragon back to the bigger concern: the fairy man. Scottwick felt a surge of anger at the way the newcomer regarded him so personally. So he thought they would just be friends then? Just like that? Did he think that he could offer Scottwick soft blankets and food and pretend sympathy, and his new apprentice would just roll over and be a little doll?

No. This fairy was going to rue this day just like that stupid Junco had. He had a sister to find.

Scottwick bristled, quivering on the counter, every muscle poised to run or fight. He wasn't going to be coddled into whatever new trick or lie this was. This guy wanted him to use a stool and not get his feet on the counter? Too bad. He wanted coffee? Scottwick spotted a metal can that had fallen onto the counter. The word "Coffee" was written on the front in bold, blocky letters. He picked it up slowly.

"You need coffee?" he asked, tightening his grip on the can with venom in his voice. "FETCH!" He hurled the coffee at the fairy and didn't even wait to see if it hit before picking up more cans and launching them in a volley at the duo. "Bon voyage, twist-up scatwad!"

With that declaration, Scottwick dove for the door, clutching the satchel tightly and making a break for whatever lay waiting outside.