Rubbing the back of his neck as they finished training, Creighton clutched his stomach with his free hand. Bruises were one thing, but hunger AND bruises were another. Remaining silent throughout the walk back, mostly out of shame of being physically losing to a teenage girl, [And several other girls. Seemed that being malnourished really had affected him...or had he always been this weak?] Creighton just twiddled his thumbs, snacking on various nuts his rats sought out and brought back to him.
Once they got inside the changing room, Creighton opted to go in butt-fuckin'-naked, the steam barely veiling his crotch as he ran into the bath, passing Marcus and saying:
"Nice towel" and submerged himself completely, paddling over to a vacant end of the water. Sinking down until only his nose was up, Creighton sighed happily, the water around him visibly turning slightly darker.
Taking a seat on the floor, Creighton rested his hand on his perched fist, elbow digging into his knee as he listened. Pretty much all of it was rudimentary knowledge to him at this point, given his experience. But the talk did get one thought stirring...
"...Balance Breaker...I wonder if that's how she killed her..." he thought to himself, moving his face into his palm as he tried to think of other things.
Gear and Magic Training, Day Two
Staring blankly as they talked of wings, Creighton yawned once it was his turn. Putting his hands in his pockets, he says:
"HAD would be a better term to use, boss. I'm a flightless rat."Sunday, Bloody Sunday...
Boring shit. Mostly just him reading and sleeping.
Looking over the chocolate that Yuriha had given him, he tossed it a few times in his hand before saying:
"Thanks kid." giving her a pat on the head before he walked back to his room, tossing the chocolate onto his coat, the rats all emerging and scrambling to get it.
"Sorry kiddo, been around the block WAY too many times to fall for spiked chocolates...the hell did she put in these anyways?"He soon got his answer in the form of the rats literally dancing with each other, a few fashioning violins out of fine-fibers of Creighton's hair that were on the coat, and a couple of boxes of juice, as well as using cardboard tubes as tubas, shortening a few for trumpets, and using an old shoe and shoestrings a a chelo. One fucker got creative with a set of toothpicks and small metal cans to make a drumset.
Classy little buggers... Too bad they couldn't sing beyond mild squeaks.
From the goddamn sound of it, literally EVERYONE was getting some tonight. Even his sacred gear.
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