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The lie is so unapologetically transparent, Jamil feels almost impressed — almost. Ruggie’s nerve does little to quell Jamil’s simmering irritation.
It’s uncanny, sometimes, how closely Ruggie resembles someone Jamil used to hang around some years ago; the type of guy who would hog the stash of stolen apples and melons after their escapades around Camel Bazaar and Zaheeb Market, perfectly shameless through the entire process.
He doesn’t know where that guy is or what he’s up to these days but, whatever it is, Jamil would be willing to wager it’s probably not unlike what Ruggie is doing now. Which is exactly why he knows that forcefully trying to pry the truth out of the beastman is a lost battle.
Yelling at Ruggie won’t get Kalim’s food back, it won’t turn back the clock and spare him the wasted hours in the kitchen, nor will it return the lunchbox that’ll surely find its way to a pawnshop in the recondite corners of the island.
If anything, it’s only bound to motivate Ruggie to get better at covering his tracks.
“Yeah, you’re right,” so he does the only sensible thing and nods in agreement, expression grave. “I’d like to find the one responsible as soon as possible. To be honest, I always dose Kalim’s meals with slow-acting poisons so he can build resistance. I don’t know what effects the dosage could have on anyone else, and well, I rather not start the month with a body count.”
but i was huuuuungy!
@vipetriol sent: [THIEF] for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them.
“ Oi, Ruggie, ” Jamil calls out the second the beastman steps into their shared room at Ramshackle. In lieu of a greeting, he crosses his arms and, surveying his roommate with unconcealed reproach, adds: “ I can’t find Kalim’s lunch anywhere. You wouldn’t happen to have seen it, would you? ”
Though unvoiced, the underlying accusation is made clear— you took it, didn’t you?
Ears droop in guilty conscience. It’s an instinctive reaction, a habit that the hyena beastmen just can’t curb. Factually speaking, it’s almost as bad as his impulse for thievery, if not entwined with it. Nevertheless, Ruggie’s steps halt near the entrance, one foot going backwards as if evaluating the possibility of a retreat.
“Uh,” Ruggie responds eloquently– innocently– before a sheepish smile paints his lips. He chuckles nervously as a hand comes to scratch at the scruff of his neck, “I didn’t see anythin’ last time I left, haha…” He fidgets for a moment, until his eyes suddenly widen.
“Ya don’t think th’ghosts are robbin’ our food stash now, do ya?!” Ruggie’s ears spring up to full height. It’s a bold move to blatantly lie to someone as perceptive as Jamil, but what was a hyena if not the least bit audacious? “I got peach puddin’ in th’fridge that I’m savin’ ‘til after dinner, we gotta find th’culprit before they take that too!”
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