There was just so much to hate when it came to Moomin. He had the largest ego of the group, his need for attention was stifling, his ears were too pointy, his tail too long, his fur too... too...
Muddler slammed his fist down on the table, recieving a flinch from the moomin before standing to tower over him.
"Shut up. Please. I can't listen to this anymore."
"Muddler, what-"
He leaned in close and poked his chest, letting his claw dig into it. "You're nothing but a nuisance, you know that? You talk and talk and never say anything as profound as you think you do."
Moomin pressed as far back into his chair as he could go, wincing from the sharpness against his chest. He didn't look nearly scared enough, just confused. That wouldn't do at all.
Muddler kicked his chair over, laughing when his head bounced off the floor. "Do us all a favor and never speak again."
He took a blunt butter knife from the table and pressed it against his throat, straddling him. He felt him start to tremble underneath him.
"I can help you with that, if you'd like. I don't have any vocal cords in my collection yet, so it would be my pleasure."
The terror in his eyes absolutely delighted him. How quickly a proud moomin could be made humble.
He laughed again and tossed the knife back on the table, standing and pulling Moomin up with him. "Just k...k-kidding. I couldn't ever do something like that! Especially not with something so blunt! Sorry I knocked you over."
The moomin was tense, too tense to talk. The silence was music to Muddler's ears. It made him much more tolerable. Pleasant even.
He helped him back into his seat with a sweet smile, demeanor completely changed. "Now, how about some c..coffee?"