A Game of Dice and Lives
Characters: Tagenen/Tagger, Kentar, Many spoofs
Location: Ferravale; Tavern, Bakery
Its such a lovely day out today. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. All is right in the world. Well, almost everywhere. BECAUSE who wants to be outside, when you can be INSIDE! In Ferravale, at the tavern there is a game of debauchery going on! A favorite among the sailors, liars dice, is being played quite loudly. With two rats a weasel, and a yellow looking, VERY ugly stoat. He looks up from his cup before looking at the others, "4... fours..." he smirks and the hall goes loud, with calls of him lying, or some saying to get out now. Of course the stoat isn't actually a stoat, but an otter, in DISGUISE. Tagger came into today, just hoping to hang out but then got roped into a game. He is okay at it. He actually has a very cunning plan. One of the rats falls over in his seat and he laughs loudly with the others.
The day's activities had finally come to an end, and what better way to reward thyself by spending out in the sunshine? Well, going to a tavern of course. Kentar, the old stoat, steps slowly into the bar, moving up to the counter to order some rum. Once he has his mug, he turns, intending to head to the back of the tavern to drink alone. But when he hears the game of liars dice, he can't help but grin to himself, glancing over at that...yellowish ugly, familiar looking stoat. He turns and heads to the table, waiting to see if this tagstoat is lying or not.
The yellow stoat, who goes by Tagenen looks around. Its hard to see what's going on with his face, as its caked with mud and dirt. But he looks pretty calm and collected. There is a small pile of gold on the table, not much to look at. But enough to sneeze at. He looks to the next rat who is slightly sweating from pressure and alcohol, "Errr ah ah..... 5, fours?" The weasel who looks just as bad at the rat is starting to sweat as well. Tagenen looks to Kentar before he gives a faint smile. The stoat then looks at the rat and says, "You are a liar!" The rat starts globing sweat as he reluctantly picks up his cup, showing 3 fours. Tagg claps his paws as the rat curses wiping a paw against his brow. Tagg grins and looks to the bartender putting on his fake accent, "Oi! Another round for these fine gentleman." And one who was observant would see that everyone has drinks, except for the yellow stoat.
Kentar hrms a little bit, the stoat sipping at his cup. The genuine stoat can't help but grin a little, only to put on an old looking smile. "Well hello chaps...this looks like a fun game. Might an old stoat learn how to play?" he asks, glancing at everyone down. He practically invented this game. Well, not really. But he's taught his family how to play. And has played all his life. And now its time to teach these beasts how to really play. Of course, he's still looking as innocent as possible. And while he does recognize the 'yellow stoat's' voice, he doesn't let on. Not yet.
With the rat passed out, it left an empty seat, and the others are more then welcome to let the old stoat join them. Especially since he said he never played before. The yellow stoat knows better. Specially since the old stoat taught him how to play in the first place. But, he welcomes the old one, "Well hi there old guy, The name is Tagenen. The rat on my left is Roh, the weasel across from me, Stan" he points to each in turn before looking to the real stoat, "And what name, might ye be?" he asks. The other two vermin tap their claws and look really drunk.
"Name's Kentar." he says as he settles down, leaning his cane against the table, taking that cup and dice, peering into the cup first, and then staring at the dice. "SO! How do I play?" he asks, putting the dice in the cup, shaking it and rolling it out onto the table, yahtzee style. "Like this?" he asks, glancing at everyone at the table before casually sipping at his drink. "Oh! nice to meet you Tagenen." he nods at the stoat, and then grins at the others. "Nice to meet you, friends."
The others are too drunk to really respond. But they do nod at the stoat when he grins at them. The rat nods continuously. Tagenen chuckles before looking back to the stoat, "Errr. Almost. Do everything you just did, but kinda slam the cup on the table, to keep your dice hiden from the others." The stoat/otter picks up his dice and rolls him in his cup, then slams it on the table. So the dice cant be seen, "Then. After we bet. We see who has the highest bet on pips. But you can only bet on one set of pips at a time. One, 1. Two, 1. Like that. I bet 10 gold" he moves a small pile to the center, "We keep going round the table till you think some one is lying. And then you accuse them. If they are lying. you win. But if they are telling the truth. They win. Simple enough." he says as the others each move out 10 gold.
The real stoat nods his head slowly as he listens before smiling. "Oh! Okay then, seems easy." Kentar replies, reaching into a pocket, counting out, very slowly, ten gold, placing it in the middle of the table. "Lets play then! But go easy on a first timer, right?" he laughs a bit, gathering up his dice, and placing them in the cup.
Tagenen almost laughs at the real stoats tricks, but he just hides it with a smile, "Right." he picks up his cup, gives it a good swirl as is everyone else. He then holds it high and slams it on the ground in sync with everyone else. It makes a loud bam as the wood smashes with wood. The otter/stoat looks under his cup and starts off easily, "2 ones." he says. The rat is next, "Err.... 2 twos..." The weasel, who looks like he needs a nap says, "2 threes" he then looks to the stoat. The beginning bets are always the easiest.
Kentar is good with the timing, the cup hitting the wood of the table at the same time as everyone else. When he peers under the cup, he thinks for a moment. "So...we don't show anyone the dice, right?" he then nods a little. "Alright then...two fours." he nods at his bet, his eye glancing between everyone else, watching them carefully.
Tagenen shakes his head, "Aye. Keep it a secret unless you get called out on..." he looks under his cups and sucks on his fang, thinking it still might be to warly for calling beasts liars, "Er... 3, threes..." He then looks to the rat who blinks at his cup, "Ummmm.... 3.... er... fours..." he takes a hard swing of his beer. The weasel then looks to the rat and looks like he is just about to call shenanigans when he burbs loudly then continues, "4, fours...." The otstoat eyes go up, as he knows thats not right. But doesn't say anything.
Kentar isn't a mind reader, but four fours? He wants to call the bluff, though he's not entirely sure. He quickly goes over the odds in his head and peers under his cup, before he stares at that rat, humming to himself for a moment. "So...the bidding includes all the dice, right?" he asks. "So...his four fours could include all the dice and not just his own?" he questions, glancing towards the otstoat and the rat.
The rat nods, taking another swing, "Aye. It be ALL teh dice. Me thinks tageneneenenenen just forgot to mention that. You old lubber. He be trying to swindle ye!" he looks to Tag and hicups. Tagg nods, "Yeah. What he said." before putting up his paws. Its hard lying when you forget simple little things, "I wasn't trying to swindle no beast. I just forgot" though a key piece of the game.
Kentar hrms a little and peers at his dice. "Oh! Okay then. Well I guess that means there's enough of a chance he's not lying. So I'll bid...uuhm...five twos." he smiles, seeming quite confident in himself. He figures he should lose at least one round before he cleans everyone out. Its the part of a complete ruse. He lifts up his mug and pulls it to his muzzle, drinking half of it down before placing it back on the table.
Tagenen hums and taps his claw against the table, "Thats a mighty high bet there..." he rubs at his dirty chin and says, "Though... Hey can we get another round for these beasts here?" he calls out again before continuing, "Ill go with..." but before he can bet, the rat points at the stoat and says, "I think you are lying..." he then hicups loudly.
Kentar blinks and peers under his cup again. "Lying? Me?" he slowly reveals the cup. He's got no twos. At all. He does have two a four, two fives,a six and a one, but none of them help him. At all. "Lets see the other dice then..." he says, glancing at the other sets whenever they're revealed, humming a little bit. "Did I do this right?"
The otstoat was not expecting for the rat to call anybody out. It means that his plan is working. Though oddly, not the way he wanted. Tagg reavels his cup, 3 three, 1 six, 1 five. The rat lifts and show 1 twos, 3 ones, 1 four. The weasel can already tell who won has he lifts his cup of 4 twos and 1 six. Tagenen laughs, "I think you may have beginners luck there eh?" The wesels also joins in laughs as the rat curses again! Before falling over in his seat, passed out.
Kentar's jaw drops, nearly hitting the floor. He made a really stupid bet. And he won? He can't help but smile bright. "Oh, wow! Cool. Must be." he replies, reaching out to rake in the gold that he now has, grinning a bit to himself. "I like this game. Its fun." he nods, smiling. "How about we make things interesting?" he suggests. "Lets up the bet. I'll put in..." he thinks for a moment, counting out fifteen gold instead of ten, placing it in the middle before downing the rest of his drink, peering into the mug with a frown after he realizes there's nothing left.
The yellow stoat laughs at the rat falling over. Two down. Two to go. Though one of them might take a little more effort. He smiles as he yells out, "More drinks! I believe the newcomer had rum!" the bartender soon comes in with three pints of rum and offers it to all the beasts. the weasel gladly accepts it, the otstoat declines, "Haven't finished my last one yet." he grins. The bartender then offers it to the real stoat. Tagegen nods as he puts in 15 as does the wesel, "Righto. You set the bet. You start..." he starts to roll the dice in his cup before slaming it to the ground.
The stoat nods his head and when the new rum is set down in front of him he smiles. "Oh, thanks!" he nods before placing the dice in the cup, rolling them, setting it down on the table with a thump. He peers under the cup, hiding the dice from the two other beasts and nods to himself. "Lets start off with just something simple." he states. "I'll bet one...ones." he nods.
The yellow stoat nods at the stoat before humming and saying, "Right... Ummm. Lets do 3 twos" he decides to get the ball rolling after the stoat. The weasel takes a drink from his glass before saying, "Er. 3 threes." he checks under his cup again before nodding and looking to the real stoat.
The stoat hrms a little and tilts his head. "Four ones." Kentar says as he sits back in his seat, folding his arms slowly, glancing around at the other two for a moment, a few moments each. "What about you, Tagenen? What are you going to do hm?" MIND GAMES. "I might be lying. But I might be right. So..."
Tagenen looks over to the Kentar and chuckles tapping his noggin with a black claw, "I have no idea" he grins as he looks under his cups and shrugs, "I think ill go with the safer option and say... 5 ones" Whoh! Did that blow your mind? It should. He grins right back at the stoat and then looks toward the weasel, who looks like he might need to use the privy at any moment, "Err...." he blinks and looks at his dice and gulps, "6 ones..." If everyone is doings ones. Why not.
Kentar's quite quick to point at the weasel, quick enough that he did it just after he said 'six'. "Liar!" he calls out, folding his arms as he sits back, grinning. He blinks a moment and quickly removes his cup. He has no ones. At all. Lots of threes though. Four of them.
Tagenen wasn't about to call the same thing at the weasel, because of what he has. So he gives an odd look to Kentar. The weasel looks really nervous as he lifts his cup and finds 3 ones with some other gubbins. Tagg snorts and lifts his cup to find another set of 3 ones. Plus 2 sixes. The weasel stands up quickly and cheers, "Woo! Didnt think that would actually work!" he slurs. Tagg shrugs, "Ah well. Cant win them all..."
Kentar arches an eyebrow and chuckles. "Oh, very good, very good. I guess I haven't quite gotten the hang of this game yet." he hrms, sipping from his rum. "Alright alright...I guess the winner bets then? Or is he going to walk away with what he's got?" he asks, tilting his head slowly, challenging him to bet high.
The weasel is drunk enough to take on the world now. And he puts 20 gold coins into the center of table, now that he feels confident, "Im ready for this..." he polishes off he next drink. Taggs eyebrows go up as he chuckles, also putting in 20, "Alright im game. Though im might have to win this round to keep playing..." he chuckles.
"Only twenty coins? No." Kentar grins wide. "How about we do something a little more...risky?" he suggests, eyeing the weasel carefully. "How about we wager...seasons of service." he nods. "The winner gets a personal assistant for a defined number of seasons. I'd say...two. Two seasons." he nods. "What do you think, weasel? OR are you too..." he pauses, trying to think of a good insult. "Too woodlander to take me up on the offer?" he then glances to Tagenen. "What about you, hm? You in?"
At this point when, the real stoat decides to play with beasts services, the otstoat pulls back his coins and shakes his head, "That's way to high for my blood. I enjoy being a free beast too much." he chuckles. The stoat can insult him all he wants. Mostly because he is a woodlander. The weasel on the other paw grins and pulls back his coins, "Agreed! You will be carrying my junk for 2 seasons.... Best. Best be prepared..." he hicups.
Kentar had really wanted to rope Tagger into this little deal. But he could go for a weasel instead. He nods. "Be prepared to do some work for me weasel, because I don't intend to lose." he nods, putting his dice into his cup, adjusting his sleeve for a moment, secretly slipping an extra few dice. He shakes the cup and then slams it down onto the table, before slipping a peek under it, glancing up to check and see how much attention the weasel is paying.
The weasel is paying no sorts of attention as he also slams the cup on the table. He quickly looks under his cup before looking toward the stoat, "You set the bet. You get to start..." Tagenen looks between the two. He doesn't like what's going on here. But he cant really stop it without drawing attention to himself. He looks to the stoat, "I hope you know what your doin..." he hums taking the mug in his paws.
Kentar smirks a little. "One one." he starts off simply, the stoat, waiting until the weasel looks away, and he slowly, and casually raises his cup, peeking under it, swapping out a few of the dice before slowly setting it down again, storing those dice up his sleeve, a little confident grin on his face. "Your bet."
The weasel looks under his cup, so he doesn't see what the stoat is doing. The otstoat on the other paw does. He does nothing but give the stoat a grumpy look. Big Cheater. But keeps his mouth quiet sipping from his warm mead. Stan peers and then bites his lip, "2 Ones." he says. Tagg chuckles, "Big bets tonight..."
Kentar smirks a little bit and then glances down to the cup again, pretending to check although he knows what's there. "I'll say...three threes." he nods his head before sipping at the mug of rum that the waiter brought not too long ago. "I hope that's not too big a bet for you." he says with a low chuckle.
The weasel looks under his mug and counts pips in his head before saying, "Err... Ill go with 4 threes." Why not. He has a fare few anyway. Not that far off. Tagg has gone to being quiet and sipping at his drink. Thinking of interfering plans. But not coming up with anything.
Kentar thinks for a few moments and peers under the cup once more, almost reminding himself of what he placed there. "Alright...well. I'll say five threes." he nods. He's placed four of them in the cup, and he only grins, glancing up at the weasel. "Well?" he asks, tilting his head slowly. "Your bid, weasel."
The weasel sucks on his fang. That is a REALLY High bid. But he does have 2 in his cup. So he is not gonna risk it just yet. And decides to go a different path, "Era.... I don't... I don't know..." he takes a sip from his drink before shrugging and saying, "4 fours..." then curses at himself for not calling the stoat a lier.
The stoat frowns though when he's not called a liar. "Four fours huh?" he thinks, checking under his cup. He's staring right under the cup, thinking for a moment. He swapped out the fours he had with the threes, and, unless the weasel is also cheating, he figures that the odds of rolling four fours out of five dice are slim. He takes a breath, and seems to consider his position for a few moments. "Hmm..." he thinks. "I think you're a liar." he nods, staring at the weasel. "Yeah, you're a liar." and at that moment, it could be clear to the otstoat that he's not entirely sure. He lifts up his cup, showing off four threes and a two. "Well? C'mon, show 'em."
Tagenen doesn't know what's going on, he cant tell faces that well. But he can tell something went amiss when the ferret continued on. Even he would have called that against him. The weasel begins to have huge flop sweat that is getting everywhere as he lifts his cup, his paw shaking, "I... I lied then..." he looks to his dice. 2 three and 3 fours... All he needed was just one more. He is really shaking now. And the otstoat just shakes his head.
Kentar grins wide and throws up his paws, laughing. "Haha, I win!" he nods before he places his paws down again, waiting for the weasel to look away before slipping the dice into his pocket only to stand and offer out a paw. "Good bettin' though! Don't worry, I won't be too hard on 'ya!" he smirks before winking at Tagger. "Now! As your first order of business...go grab some more drinks!" he nods, waiting to see if the weasel does as he's told.
The otstoat just rolls his eyes drinking his drink. Its obvious that he is not happy about this. He leans back in his chair finishing the last bit of his drink. The weasel looks like he is gonna pass out, which was the otters plan all along. Its obvious that he is also not happy. And he looks toward his dagger at his side. But the dagger is flying all over the room. so he thinks better of it. He gulps at the stoat before nodding and heading off bumping into everybeast as he heads toward the bar.
Kentar settles back into his chair. "Oh lighten up, Tagger." he says. "Chris had problems finding someone to run the bakery while he's gone...soooo, I found someone for him. Its not like I wouldn't have won anyway." he reaches out to nudge the stoat/otter thing with a grin. "Just trying to have a bit of fun in the process."
Tagg just rolls his eyes at the stoat, "Its Tagenen..." he motions to his disguise, "Ill tell ya later. And im not happy about it. And if i could find a loophole i would..." he then laughs, "Though. Even though i saw what you did..." he leans in, "It was pretty good mate. Explains how i could never beat yeah when i was younger." Then there is a loud thump by the bar, and the crowd laughs loudly.
Kentar arches an eyebrow and then laughs. "Hahaha. Oh, Tagenen. That's the first time I've cheated at anything in my life." he grins. "Except against Chris. But I can't let my own SON beat me, now can I?" he asks casually before blinking at the thud, glancing over his shoulder, laughing. "Now look, stoat-thing..." he pauses. Where has he heard that one before? "I'm growing old. I've been all...nice my whole life. I'm just trying to have a bit of fun before we leave. That so bad?" he asks.
Tagenen sticks his tongue out at the stoat, "Well. Damn. I was just bad then." he chuckles, "I'm not gonna do anything. Kentar, Because i think my plan just went into action." he grins and leans glancing toward the crowd who has gathered around the weasel who has passed out on the floor.
Kentar tilts his head slowly. "And what is your plan? Get every beast drunk?" he asks before motioning to the rat at the side. "Then rob them and leave them in an ally way or something?" he grins, the stoat smirking. "My, Tag...I do believe the vermin place is rubbing off on you." he teases.
Tagg laughs, "No. That is not quite my intention. Close. But not really." He is three and one for the night. Not bad, "More like... Protecting them. From themselves. They were gonna bet each other out of house an home. I just made it... finish faster. And i only lost 2 coins the whole night, even after all the drinks i bought." he grins, "Sides. I bet you a coin that weasel, when he wakes up is gonna wonder who the hell are you!"
Kentar nods slowly before he hrms. He glances around and then grabs a piece of parchment from a pocket, and something to write with, jotting down a little note that reads something along the lines of who the stoat is and what the weasel has to do before he stands, going over slowly, without his cane of course, and placing it the weasel's pocket, only to return with a smirk. "Problem solved. Now what's your plan?" he asks.
Tagenen facepaws as he writes down the note, "You. Are such a goose. Sides what are you gonna do with a slave anyway." he asks. the weasel snores lightly while the beasts just ignore him, some even kick him for fun, "He probably still wont remember much mate" he laughs.
Kentar shrugs a bit. "He doesn't need to remember." the stoat laughs. "Besides, when we leave, I'm going to set him to work in the bakery." he nods. "Syla will be busy with the twins, and will only be able to bake rather than manage the store front. So...my plan is that the weasel will run the storefront! And answer to Sy." he nods. "That way, Chris wont have to look for anyone. Since he wasn't having luck." he then smirks. "I was hoping I could win against you though..." he nudges.
Tagenen laughs rubbing a claw over his drink lip, "Hey. I know when to hold them. Know when the fold them... Know when to walk away. Know when to run..." he hums before he laughs, "Heh. That would make a good song." he then nods at the stoat before sighing, "Okay. That's fine. But... you gotta pay him! At least something. Anything. Don't make him take two seasons out of his life because he was drunk and didn't know any better..." Seems the otstoat is adamant about it.
Kentar nods his head and then shakes his head slowly. "Oh Tagger...erm, sorry, Tagenen...I planned on paying him. Don't worry!" he smiles. "I might be a stoat, but that doesn't make me evil." he grins. "I only needed...a promise that he'd work for me. That's all. Besides...just between you and me...I'm sure I could pay his wages for longer than just a couple of seasons." he nods. Its true. Kentar does have a few chests of gold hidden away somewhere. All of it, of course, is willed to his family. Maybe even some to Tagger and he's getting more from the will of the relative! So, paying someone isn't an issue. "So! Tag. I wanted to talk to you about something." he says.
Tag nods approvingly, "Good! You better. Or you are gonna have one grumpy otter on your trip." he grins and says, "This way. Life will much easier." he looks around as nobeast is truly around anymore and he looks back at the stoat, "Oh aye? What you want to tick about?" he asks, still with his northern accent.
The old stoat frowns a little bit, standing up. He grabs his cane and makes for the door. "Walk with me..." he says as he bypasses the outcold weasel, and heads into the street, heading towards the bakery. "I'm getting older Tagger...like. Really old. And I'm kind of worried that this little adventure of ours will be the last one I get to have." he nods. "Because when I get back...I might be too...done...to want to go anywhere else."
Tagenen nods as he gets up and leaves a gold tip for the mess he caused with all the passed out beasts. When they walk outside he lets the cold air fill him up and cool him. From his drink, to the dyes and mud. Its warm! He follows next to him his paws in his cloak pocket, "Well. Aye." he is not gonna argue that, "Your still young yet though matey. but who knows" he shrugs reaching into his cloak and setting his rudder free with a loud thump, "You might be itching afterward. you never know. Pops was still going on about adventure. Hell..." he remembers back, "He said that... He said that... on the night before he died. And he was much older then you..." he offers that.
Kentar nods his head slowly and chuckles a little. "Aye. Aikuen made it...quite a long time." he says, glancing down. "But...there's something that separates us. And it affects me more than...more than I can understand really." he sighs a bit, glancing down. "When I lost Garnet...I've felt older. A lot older." he nods. "I feel almost as old Aikuen should have been right now." he nods. "I don't...like living anymore, Tagg. Its one of the hardest things I have to deal with every day. Waking up alone I mean. There isn't a day I don't go through that I don't think about Garnet. And its...shortened my life..." he nods slowly. "Your dad lived to be really old. And that's great. I just...don't really want to. Not without my wife by my side. Though that can't happen. And this adventure...well." he shrugs a bit. "I think it will be my last."
Taggs eyes go wide as he finally gets what the stoat is saying, "What!? I mean. I get it... not really. Why wouldn't..." he sighs as he really just cant comprehend what the stoat is going through, so he cant really say anything. He rubs his eyes before saying, "But what about your kids. Grandkids! That has to be something..." he tries anything really, "Your family..." he looks down and stops walking. Few things can knock the otter down. And the stoat just knocked one out on him.
Kentar sighs a bit. "I love them. And they are the biggest thing in my life right now. Like you are." he nods. "But when someone loses their wife, Tagg. Its hard. I vowed to spend the rest of my life with her. But I can't now and that eats at me every single day." he says as he leads the otter into the closed bakery, using his key. He goes over to a wall panel he knocks out, reaching into the hidey hole, pulling out some rolled up parchment, before replacing the panel. "I have a duty for you Tagger. And I wouldn't ask anyone else..." he turns slowly, offering it out. "This is my will. Its the final version that I plan on making. If...when...I die, I want you to be in charge of it."
Tagg follows the stoat into the bakery still not comprehending at the stoat is truly saying. The otter cant even fathom. He did when he was younger during the war. But. That must be nothing to what the stoat is feeling. So the otter is silent as they walk in and he watches the stoat open the hidey-hold and hand him is will. He looks at it for a long while and then back at the stoat. His brain not wanting this to happen. To not even make the connection. So. All the otter does is nod at the stoat and salute slowly. As he tries to hold back the manly water as his mind is making the connection.
Kentar smiles a little bit at the salute, reaching out to pat the otter on the shoulder. "Thank you...promise me though you wont read it until I'm gone, okay? I don't want to have any...surprises...ruined." he nods before wiping at his eye for a moment, only reaching out now to hug the otter tightly. "If anything happens...take care of Chris, okay? If this trip is a trap...I might not make it out. If that's the case, he'll take it hard. But...I don't think it will be bad." he pulls away, smiling. "I'm sure I'll make it home and make your lives a little more interesting before I go." he grins. "Besides, I want to see you marry that nice Garolyn." he teases.
The otter nods still not able to say really anything. He is starting to understand. Will just take awhile to fully settle in. And when he gets hugged, he hugs back will full ottery gusto. Like he will never hug the stoat again. He lets go and does smile a bit though its chopped up when he squeaks, "You better. You have to see us. And our kids..." though there is a distinct possibility that they cant. That wont stop otter. He still chuckles, "Though that might be longer then i think. I haven't even properly kissed her yet." he laughs. Trying it lighten this whole thing as he slips the parchment into his cloak.
Kentar laughs a little bit and oofs at the hug. He stands up straight, knowing they probably wont be able to have kids, one being an otter, the other a ferret. But either way, there's always adopting one right?! So he'd get to see kids somewhere along the way. "Mm...I really want to see that day. Don't worry." he grins. "As long as I make it home, I'm sure I'll enjoy the sight." he pats before laughing. "That will come in time, don't worry. Just don't let that...otter gal that's shown up split you two apart okay?" he smiles.
Tagg smiles as he looks around the bakery, seeing it in a different light for some reason, "You better. I promise that one days you will see our kids" he nods resolutely. As long as he promises. It cant be broken right? The otter thinks so, and he is sticking to it. The otter needs some fresh air as he heads for the door when the mention of Dina comes up, "I wont. Dina... Dina just never did take to rejection very well. Born and bred otter... And the fact that my Girlfriend is a vermin ferret just made it worst me thinks..." he sighs, "I need to breath... See yah stoat thing..." he smiles at him, before heading out the door.
The stoat nods his head and glances down ."Yeah. I know what that's like...okay, well, I don't but still." he chuckles a little before poking the otter. "Good night Tagger. And thank you again." he smiles a little. When the otter is gone, he locks up, giving a little sigh before he heads up stairs, laying himself in the hammock Christopher let him use, glancing to where he hung the only painting of the family that they have. Aikuen, Fira...the twins, the rats. Himself, Chris, and of course, Garnet. He smiles weakly, wiping away another tear before closing his eyes, drifting to sleep.
