Main Thread WWR III

Trying to smother the jeers in the background, he waved the tavern keeper and asked for a flagon of ale. His eye caught the impatient tapping of the lapin's paw against the plate. Her bent his brows in, chewed at his lip, and thought about what he would order as food, seeing as this thing was begging him. Vegetables? He supposed that's what they ate. He never gave a rat's ass about lapins until now, or really any animal. He figured they ate carrots or grass...or something along those lines, but he sighed as he gave it more thought. He had noticed how this thing devoured someone's leftover mutton. Maybe it was some kind of cannibalistic lapin who like the taste of meat, which was a bit unsettling. As long as it didn't chew at his ankles or anyone else's, it was probably fine though. Already a laughing stock, he figured his ego wouldn't be hurt more for buying a winged rabbit a meal. Hand hanging in the air, Krogoth cleared his throat and swallowed back his resistance. "And, I'll take whatever cheap meat you got." He muttered. His steely blue eyes turned back over to the speckled lapin. He hoped this thing had some sort of feeling of appreciation, especially after that scene. "Not exactly the lunch date I would've chosen for myself," Krogoth muttered to himself with a slight laugh. Exhaling, he waited a few moments more until the tavern keeper arrived with his flagon. Taking it with a gruff "thank you," Krogoth took a sip and huffed. The meats were cooking in the back. When they were ready, he'd take whatever was served and get the hell out of here with this blob of fur. He guess the best thing would be to release it into the wild or something...that's what most people did, right?

Elbows propped at the wooden table with one hand cupping the flagon, Krogoth's brow shot upward as the lapin stuck his nose into his drink. Krogoth reacted at once, but he didn't have the time to lurch the drink away before it could sip it. "Ancients!! Don't DRINK this!" He halfway started to laugh at the sputtering animal as it tried to lick away and sneeze off the drink. "Yeah, don't stick your nose in my ale," Krogoth chuckled below his breath. Then he took another chug of his drink. Exhaling, he rubbed the back of his hand over his lips. The hairs of his stubble prickled the back of his hand. He reached out and pet the lapin to ease its huffing. Its velvety soft coat felt somewhat soothing to the touch. He finished the last of his ale with ease, still brushing his fingers through the lapins fur to console it. He huffed, smiling from one side, then he passed his gaze upward at the tavern keeper who returned with the meal. It was a sizzling turkey leg. As someone who hardly had an appetite, Krogoth had no problem standing from his seat and taking the meal without so much as a grumble from his stomach. He thanked her again, and jingled through the coin pouch attached to his belt. Having plucked out the coins he needed, he passed the amount over. He plucked the lapin up by the scruff again. With one hand clutching the meal, and the other with the lapin, he pushed the door out with his foot. As it creaked open, he walked away from the tavern. The large animal bounced in his hand from its sheer weight alone. Krogoth sighed. He set it back down on the dirt floor, he knelt down with the food in hand, carefully pushing the smoked turkey leg closer towards its face. He warily watched on for the reaction, unsure how well this would go. "Well, let's see if you like this any" Krogoth muttered.

Eyebrows shooting up in surprise, he was glad he set the little nuisance down when he had. A flurry of angry squeaks and growls emitted from the seemingly impatience animal, but it didn't a genius to recognize the hungry, ecstatic reaction that came upon the lapin's face. Eyes nearly bulging from his cute, furry head from seeing the piece of meat, Krogoth halfway yanked his hand back as it lunged at the turkey leg. The man let out a smothered "yow!" as the animal dug into the food. His tension eased however as he realized all the lapin wanted was the steaming turkey leg and not his fingers. He blinked, then frowned, watching this lapin nip at the meat as though it never had a meal in his life. It tore a chunk off, sending it rolling back on its wings. Krogoth's heightened shoulders slowly fell back down to a resting position. He smirked at such a sight. It flailed awkwardly, but determinedly. The chubby little animal rocked onto its large belly. Frustration and desire flared in its twitching nose. Crawling to the resting piece of meat, it dug into the food with absolute happiness, dare he to say it was entertaining to watch. Krogoth arched one brow, softly chuckling under his breath. He mumbled about such a strange little creature and its unrivaled love for food. Scratching his chin, he pondered what he could do with such a little animal. "If it likes its grub so much, I could give that some use..." he suggested quietly to himself, wondering how long it would take the lapin to go through the turkey leg. At this rate, not long at all.

Well...safe to say, his assumption had been correct. The lapin had hounded down the turkey leg faster than he could imagine and it was virtually foaming at the mouth, probably seconds away from bursting. Giving a side-ways smirk of amusement, Krogoth examined its rotund body. It wheezed through its bobbing nose, licking its lips, with eyes that threatened to jump from its face, as if someone grabbed it by the belly and squeezed it. He was at a loss of words, but it explained why this thing was so fat. It was a glutton! The damned thing was a foodaholic. It was drooling at the mouth, dead in the eyes, and its ears began to droop downward. The lapin had even attempted to chew down another piece of meat, but he had exhausted himself to the point of being unable, so it held it in its mouth, and nearly toppled over. Krogoth's smile faded and his brows crept up as his eyes hung at the scene, bewildered and slightly concerned for the animal. He started to reach forward, hoping to take the bone away from the fat, drooling beast. He figured he didn't want it to choke and keel over, if it attempted to chew at it. He shook his head, amazed at what he had just seen.

He managed to grab a hold of the turkey bone, drawing it back from the lapin, who seemed too full to even try to take it back. The amusement he felt in that moment pinched his lips into a smirk. Krogoth came back on his knees, feeling bad for feeding the poor best so much. He didn't think he'd eat all of it. What was he going to do with it now? Unsure of himself, he hadn't prepared for the owner to arrive as brusquely as she did. One moment, he was staring at the lapin and the next he was looking up at a flustered, fuming girl who cradled the lapin in her arms. She was aghast by the state of it, which he couldn't blame her for. The rabbit was drooling and a heaping mess. He opened his mouth, stammering. He rose to his feet, attempting to to explain himself, but he really couldn't. "Woa-wait-I-I didn't know! I didn't think he'd eat all of it dammit, I tried finding you but he was starving and trying to claw his way into the bar. What was I supposed to do? How could he fit all of that in his mouth - you should have seen it! That thing devoured it! I didn't even know what to do, I've never seen anything like it!" Krogoth raved, then paused. He exhaled loudly, rubbing his hand against his forehead, trying to de-escalate the situation. He sure wasn't helping, and even worse, he still found the fat lapin scene to be a bit funny. He buried the thought though, clearing his throat to compose himself. Sighing, he set his hands out, palms facing her as a sign of his compliance. "Hey, look-look. You found him and he got a free meal out of it. That's better than what you get out of most people around here these days, especially outside of a bar." He said with a huff, crossing his arms calmly over his chest. His brows bent in as he examined the flopping lapin. "He escaped -but he's fat, and he's happy, and he'll live. He was already fat when I found him...so you can't blame me for that. How was I supposed to know he ate like that? He'll sleep it off." He wasn't blaming her for its obvious chubbiness either, just making her aware that he didn't single-handedly start anything to purposefully hurt her pet. He was just stumbling around, trying to figure out what to do with the damned thing. He wasn't making the situation any better but, he would try.