[Despite his misgivings, Mitchell leans forward--leans, he does not step; as much as he likes Loki he's not willing to take the full brunt of whatever ends up being...
...in the box, but that's. Sort of a thought that trails off, because a nose pokes out just then, with whiskers. And a little pink paw. And it's--]
A rat.
[oh my god.]
What the fuck.
[It's a rat, with teeth that are, probably, pointy, but not a rat that necessitated a dun dun dun or half the attention that they've been giving it for the better part of this late-night hour. It does have a fine and friendly face, and a sleekness that suggests it's not just some dumpster rat but, still. It's a rat.]
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...in the box, but that's. Sort of a thought that trails off, because a nose pokes out just then, with whiskers. And a little pink paw. And it's--]
A rat.
[oh my god.]
What the fuck.
[It's a rat, with teeth that are, probably, pointy, but not a rat that necessitated a dun dun dun or half the attention that they've been giving it for the better part of this late-night hour. It does have a fine and friendly face, and a sleekness that suggests it's not just some dumpster rat but, still. It's a rat.]
Jesus Christ.