Ooh, for the drabble asks, I'm kind of curious where you'd go with
#73: "Your garbage, you take it out."
Sorry for the delay! Took a bit to figure out what would cause either of them to say something like that to each other. Finally got something though! And got @hedwigoprah stamp of approval!
"There's apparently some sort of creature loose in the Shop. It keeps messing with Tarquin's desk and he's at his wit's end. Asked me to take a look." Jericho explained to Veryl as they went through the opening of the wall that concealed the Shadow's hideout.
"What kind of creature? Surely nothing dangerous found it's way in without anyone noticing?"
"Oh I doubt it's anything dangerous. Tarquin's just irritated. Probably a stray cat or something," Jericho chuckled.
They searched around for a few minutes, attempting to find any trace of the interloper, when Jericho called out, "Aww, Veryl, come look! It's so cute!"
Veryl rushed over. "Is it a kitten?"
"No, look!" Jericho held up a hairless, pink, rodent-like creature for Veryl's inspection.
"Ugh, get that away from me!" she recoiled.
"What? It's cute though! You don't like nugs?" he pouted.
"They're so creepy!" Veryl cringed. "Look at it's weird little hands."
"I think they're neat," Jericho frowned. "Regardless, we need to get it out of here before Tarquin takes matters into his own hands."
"We?" she questioned. "That's your garbage. You take it out." With that, Veryl rushed from the room, eager to put as much distance between herself and the nug as possible.