A foul odor spread quickly within the executives quarters, signally something had gotten inside. That something was large and shuffling beneath the bed with a small, delicate, jingle of a bell. Whatever could it be? [boot-legged]
Oh, Proton knew exactly what that fucking thing was- it was the second time this week the bastard’s disgusting rat had gotten into his quarters, and it was only a matter of time before he killed the thing. Pokeball in hand, he sent out Eldrich, plugging his nose as he pointed at the large lump moving beneath his bed.
The dog grimaced as it crawled under the executive’s bed, taking the large rat by the scruff and earning a high-pitch shriek of protest as it pulled the creature out from under the bed. Turning his nose up at the site, Proton pulled out his phone, sending a few texts.
[txt]: Your disgusting rat got into my room again.
[txt] She gets in here one more time Eldrich isn’t going to be so gentle. Come get her.