Twitch ¦¦ Teemo - It’s a Trap!
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Anticipating the worst due to a warning he had been given, Twitch nimbly ducked out of the doorway, pressing himself hard against the wall to help brace himself from the explosion. “Ooh, just as I remembered him..” He muttered to himself as he peered into the room, ducking low to the ground. Noting that his room was empty, aside from the writing and the remnants of the explosive left in his room, he carefully walked inside, making sure to keep an eye out for any other little surprises. “… Surprised how fast fur ignites? Oh nonono, I know just how fast it ignites. I know that the hard way. The veeeeery hard way.” He trailed off into a hiss, tiptoeing over to the opposite side of the room to the shattered window. While he did appreciate the homely scent of foul chemicals, he figured that these chemicals may be a little too much. Somewhat against his plans to keel over on the first day.
He peered outside, his nose peeking over the broken glass of the window, in search for his roommate. Simply put, he needed to confront the little one about potential accidental assassinations. The little one didnt seem hostile to him, just paranoid - but if Teemo did keep this up, things may sour between the two.
Teemo was in his makeshift camp at the edge of the woods when he looked down to see green smoke rising from the academy dorms. It was his room, someone must have triggered the trap! - He’d totally forgotten about it, still it might have been someone who wast trying to get him. Most likely it was just some member of staff. How could he have been so foolish to just leave that all set up! He rushed down, it seemed to take an age but it was probably only ten minutes before his little feet were pounding along the corridor. Smoke and dust was still settling has he saw a figure peering around his room. He’d recognize that nose anywhere.
‘Twitch!?’
