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[color=8dc73f]"... No. Not friend."[/color] Dris looked at the strange... blue... beast. And.. then?? They simply scuttled away, far too confused to even attempt conversation with the creature. They'd just let this... blue... thing... deal with Spamton.

It was his problem now!

Dris had finally become... calm. At least as calm as a Ratfolk can be. They had been scuttling around the cage ever since having met with that Spamton fellow, they had become less panicked and more curious, sniffing around the cage to fine a crack in the glass, a draft, any sign of escape. But alas, it seemed everyone was trapped... DRIS was trapped...

Trapped and... and hungry... and in a room with a cat and a wolf that had tried to eat them...

BUT that wasn't a problem, right?? People had intervened! There were SOME furless creatures at least that DID have sense! So... so for now, Dris felt SOMEWHAT safe.

And yet, the moment Dris was beginning to settle... SHE came back, and Dris felt some... horrible anger surge through their little body, and- and they-

[i]... Oh the door opened...[/i]

Dris no longer was angry. It was that simple. ANYONE nearby would have seen Dris's fur go from standing on end to smoothing down to a nice sheen.

Dris followed with the rest of the group, weaving in between others, not really caring too much about getting close.

The room they were all presented with however...

Dris looked... [i]revolted[/i]. Such waste of fabric and material, for flaunts of wealth and power?

... There was... fruit... however...

Dris went straight for the fruit sitting on the table and began sneaking a few-

... ALL of them. [i]AAAAALL [/i]of them, being carefully picked up in little rat paws, and being stashed away in some of the many many pockets hidden in their clothing...

And THEN Dris heard the man speaking, their arm flinching, almost dropping the pear in the paw. They quickly pocketed it, listening to this... wow... This... was the most furless man-thing they had ever seen. How did the possibly keep safe? With no fur to protect their body, any weapon could easily pierce their soft flesh!

... Was that the point!? Was the man-thing flaunting its power through... shown vulnerability?

The little rat stared at him with... an expression. It wasn't angry, or aggressive, or awestruck, or contemplative, or even surprised. It was simply a look.

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