Wardrobe

Villager: Nove

"Not always, no. Ran in to a rather rowdy monster a bit ago and as you can see, I don't have my equipment with me. It knocked me about a bit." Zatarin lifted his right paw up to his mane and dug his claws through the fur as if an attempt to brush it. It wasn't helping. "I beat it, though. Not that it matters. I just happened to spot you on my way to...Wherever it is I was going, thought I would say hello. Even though I find you mildly agitating from our first encounter a while back." Zatarin lowered his paw now and his ears flattened against his fur. He had a frown on his face for a moment but then his frown became a slight grin.

"Would you prefer tin can?" Zatarin snorted softly before stepping out from behind the tree. Some of his fur had dirt caked on to it and his mane was very messy. It probably had a few mats in it from how it looked. "I expected you to see me. If you had not seen, I'd call you blind." Zatarin stated calmly before trotting over to Nove. He stopped at least four feet away from him. "I threw that at you to get your attention. Do you remember me?"

"Act fast, rust bucket." The rough and deep voice that spoke up from a short distance away was the only warning heard before a rock came flying out of nowhere and whacked right on to Nove's back. As for the one who threw it, he was trying to hide behind a tree. He was a bit too big to be hiding like that however, his sides were clearly visible.

Good luck with school~ ^^

I just love it!

"A dingy robot like you could never appreciate the beauty I possess. And my halo is none of your concern."

(thank u!)

"You have my word she won't."

"The only one I'll discuss this with is my master - using 'master' in the 'teacher' sense. She and I live deep in the forest, so I doubt Dante will get cameras there."

"Oh, I meant any debts referring to Erolias."

"Then allow me to cover it," she says.