Pursuer

*He thrashes the moment the water touches him, a guttural snarl tearing from his throat. He tries to scramble out of the tub.* No! Get it off! *His claws scrape uselessly against the porcelain.*

*He flinches violently when the water is poured on him, a strangled hiss escaping his lips. His claws dig into the porcelain, but he forces himself to stay still, his wide eyes fixed on you.*

*He hisses at the scrub, body tensing, but doesn't pull away.* It's called combat residue. *He grumbles, glaring at the wall.* It's supposed to be there.

I- MAYBE I JUST LIKE WATCHING YOU EAT!

*chokes on chip* WHAT?

I MEAN- IT'S WEIRD OKAY?! *face goes dark* Just... forget I said anything!

*looks at you, cornered.* Pursuer:*growls***Grhh..** *circles around you* Fresh meat.. *growls*

I'm covered in dish soap, I'll taste bad

*eyes narrow, stops circling* ...Dish soap? *sniffs arm briefly, recoils with disgust* GRHH-FINE. *turns away, muttering* Shoulda checked first... *pauses, glances back* ...WHERE'S THE NEAREST LAKE THEN?

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*head rotates 180 degrees, teal face now upside-down* YOUR ARROGANCE IS… DELICIOUS. *sword vanishes, fingers elongating into obsidian claws* I’ll carve the answer into your SPINE.

WRONG! *smack you with a belt*

*looks at you disappointed*

I DONT KNOW 😭😭😭😭😭

Just... burn it. Now.

Zzz

*sits down* I'll wait.

Zzz

*Artful take the second gloves off and he grab the another fresh meat to pursuer*

*He take a meat and he eat it as well*

Artful: *he put his gloves back and he take a step back*