Shooting Range || Vi and Twitch
āitās meeeā¦ā Twitchās voice rang out from behind the office with a mix of excitement and anticipation in his pitchy, growly voice.Ā āOh Officer, ehe, itās been farĀ too long.ā He smiled coyly, giving a little flick of his tail as he approached the notably taller woman, hands behind his back. Jutting out from behind his waist seemed to be an worn leather case.
While Twitch acted and sounded the same as his past self in the League, so much seemed different about the odd rat. Instead of chemicals and poisons, Twitchās scent was of various exotic dishes, each with their own special spice or herb to add the vicious kick that Twitch loved with his meals. His fur seemed far cleaner than it used to be - although, the newly formed matted patches suggested that this cleanliness was not his own decision. Finally, instead of his usual coat and bandoleer, he wore a thick, hooded jacket, simple, hardy jeans, his googles and a newfound set of headphones hanging around his neck. Being from Zuan, adapting to the strange new townās technology had been, quite literally at some points, a blast.
Vi shuddered. That shrill tone. Could she not get a damn break? Void scum, monsters from the Shadow Isles and now the Zaun sewer rat too?
She had to admit he looked... cleaner. The mere scent of him didnāt make her retch but she was sure he was till just as filthy underneath just like everyone from that damn city.
āNot long enough,ā Her words were laced with anger. She knew she could slam dunk him into the hard concrete floor like she would have in the past but that didnāt mean she didnāt want to. Besides, what the hell was he even doing here? This shooting range belonged to the police force and there was supposed to be security. Although she guessed it wasnāt quite prepared for sometimes-invisible rats.
āThe hell do you want, Twitch?ā












