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1073474 No. 1073474 ID: 681cb5

In autumn the leaves dances over the lake. Their green, red and golden hues reflecting onto the water’s surface, as the wind carries them across. Across to other places. Other worlds. At times, you wish you were nothing but a leaf, dancing in the wind… and leaving all this behind.
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No. 1074797 ID: 681cb5
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>Alright, do you have any coins or valuable goods already, and is the stall worth it financially?
If you had anything to pay with there wouldn’t be a problem, would there? You need this stall as it’s your only way to make some coin!
>We can probably move our stall outside of town on a trail leading to town. People visiting from out of town might want to visit this village just to see the Tree Walker.
While that might be viable right now, it won’t work in the long term. Besides, the whole point being inside the town walls is to keep all the bandits and creatures away so they don’t steal the fish!


>You said it yourself, your stall is hidden behind the carpenter and most of the other stalls. So ask the mayor why he would want to build a scene right here, where nobody can see it behind the other stalls?
Mayor: “Because, leather face, the other stalls will temporary move on the night of the festival dance.” the old badger makes a wide gesture behind him, “Or have you forgotten about the harvest festival? We’re not only celebrating the TreeWalker this week, are we?”
Bill: “Oh right…” You did kind of forget about that… not that it matters right now. No, right now you need to teach this old man a lesson! “But w-we’ll discuss this later, old m-m-m… old man!” you growl, “Now git yerself! Ah got gold coin worth of fish to sell and y-yer scaring off m-m-mah customers!”
Mayor: “Oh please…” he tries to look smug, but his eye betrays his frustrations, “We both now you barely have any costumers.” The mayor gives your tummy a quick poke before continuing, “Just give up, you tub of lard.”
Bill: “Ah’m going to make yah eat that hat of yers, yah b-b-b-bully!”
Mayor: “Ha!” He tries to sound unconcern, but it’s clear that he’s annoyed with you even putting up a fight.

>Bun seems to be less glancing this way and almost… staring.
Huh!? The rabbit is looking!? Where!? Why!? Wait, where even is the TreeWalker!?

TreeWalker: “Excuse me…”
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No. 1074798 ID: 681cb5
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1074798

Bill: “Huh!?” Looking up, you spot the white rabbit bent over, inspecting your fish with what is clearly a lot of interests. You take a deep breath and say, “W-w-wng?” which is more of a sound than a word, but still…
TreeWalker: “I do admit, I have never witness such magnificent scales on a fish before…” his voice is smooth like silk, if a bit high pitched. It is a voice that tells you everything will be alright, that everything will work out in the end, before putting you to bed with a kiss on the forehead. You can’t but help to listen to him, as his voice sings through the air… “They match the sanguine hues of my silken coat, do you not agree?”
Bill: “…” And your beautiful eyes… “Bluh…”
TreeWalker: “May I be so bold as to ask for a prize, Master Angler?” he gives the glass case a poke, “Or is a catch so marvelous like this not for sale?”
Bill: It’s worth 30 silver... “uuuhh…” Dammit, mouth! Speak already!
Mayor: “I bought one for 10 silver last year.” the mayor injects before you can find your voice, “But in your honor, TreeWalker, I am sure he can let it go for 5 silver.” That… that old fart! He’s trying to bring down your price!
TreeWalker: “5 silver, you say? That does sound like a bargain.” For the first time, the rabbit looks up at you… his eyes locking with yours as he gives you a small, but warm smile, “…but what do you say, my large friend, what is your price?” then, your heart skips a beat as he winks at you, “And now, please don’t give little old me a discount just because of my occupation, darling.”

You can barely hear his voice over your heart clapping like mad.
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No. 1074801 ID: 8f9bc4

>>1074798

"You."

"—I mean you uh, p-probably have a g-good idea what it's worth."
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No. 1074802 ID: 15a025

That old coot is trying to sabotage your sales! Don't name a price right away. Share your knowledge of the fish. He's impressed by the fish, and at your skills to have caught it. Be truthful and share him your tales. If looking at him makes you nervous, close your eyes gently. Like you're deep in thought with the scenery, recounting the catch.

Once your finished, explain that such a marvel can't be let go for cheap, you need 30 silver for it.
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No. 1074804 ID: 2a82d3

You could swing for the fences, and ask for the full Gold for the r... you're already lost in his eyes, aren't you. Offer at normal market value then. His magnificence did say no discounts, so don't disgrace him on that now.
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No. 1074806 ID: 67dfad

How did you miss that adorable tail before! And, err, his posture and that coat of his do, something, for his figure... You can dream of rabbits later.
Give him the market value plus a little, tell him a little story of your Pop teaching you about catching them. Also, give him your name and ask what you can call him. If looking at him makes you nervous, just don't look, subtly.
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No. 1074808 ID: 071972

>>1074798
This actually seems like a good opportunity to make the Mayor look bad in front of the Tree Walker.

You can be all sad and tell the Tree Walker that you can't sell anything to him because the Mayor wants you to tear down your stall because he doesn't want your ugly fat self to be here in town. You can even add in that the Mayor always cuts your prices because he doesn't want you to make any money because he doesn't like you.
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No. 1074822 ID: 0b594e

Think: You would love to feed him the fish, over a nice candle-lit dinner.
Say: You can only part with a fish this rare for 30 silver.

Don't get these mixed up.
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No. 1074826 ID: 273c18

If it's worth 30 then you start at 40 or 50 and haggle down.
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No. 1074842 ID: f2320a

>>1074798
Its 30 silver normally the mayor just is a parasite that wants to get rid of me to build a stage for once due to you visiting
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No. 1074910 ID: 19ea25

Do not let the mayor overcome you. You know the price of your fish and if he wants no discounts.. well tell him bluntly.
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No. 1075806 ID: 681cb5
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1075806

>Do not let the mayor overcome you. You know the price of your fish!
Gah! That parasite won’t ruin your chance with the TreeWalker! To sell him a fish, you mean, nothing more.
>How did you miss that adorable tail before! And, err, his posture and that coat of his do, something, for his figure... You can dream of rabbits later.
OH NO, HE’S JUST GETTING SEXIER!!
>If looking at him makes you nervous, close your eyes gently.
With a deep breath, you close your eyes and focus…

TreeWalker: “Well then, my scaly fellow.” you hear the rabbit cheerfully say, “What is your price?”
Bill: “You.” your voice get caught in your throat for a moment, your eyes darts open as you try and save yourself, “-Ah mean you… um… p-probably have a g-good idea what it’s worth?”
TreeWalker: “Hmm? Oh, by the first tree, no.” the TreeWalker chuckles, “I’m completely hopeless when it comes to something like this.” his nose twitches as he smiles, “I was a city boy before becoming a TreeWalker, you know.”
Mayor: “I already told you.” the mayor interrupts, “It’s only- huh?”
TreeWalker: “Shh, be quiet for a moment.” The Rabbit easily silence the old badger by placing a single finger on his snout, “Don’t you see you’re making this dapper crocodile nervous?” He then looks over at you with a warm smile, “Now, how much do you want to part with this fine specimen, love?”

Bill: “Ah w-would love to feed it to- Ah mean part with it to you for… err… a dinner-” shaking your head, you stutter on, “A meager th- forty silver.”
TreeWalker: “40 silver? Really?” the cute smile disappears, “That is a bit higher than the 5 silver the Major promised me.”
Bill: “W-w-we c-can h-h-h… h-haggle if yah w-want!?” oh no, you messed up! “It’s… err… w-worth that price because…” try as you might, you can’t come up with an interesting story to sell it! “It’s really rare in these parts?” Dammit, he’s going to think you’re greedy! “Ah mean, they usually live further up north, so it’s not common f-for them to come down to the lake here.”
TreeWalker: “I see, so it’s not only beautiful, but rare as well?” his eyes looks you over, before he cocks an eyebrow, “Why, then I’m impressed that you caught one, my good sir.”
Bill: “Oh it… um…” awkwardly, you scratch the back of your head and look away, “It was nothing… n-not the first time A’ve caught one…”
TreeWalker: “Now, I have to ask…” with his free hand, the rabbits make some kind of gesture in the air, “Can you… you know… cut it up? Make it easier to carry?” his nose twitches twice before he continues, “Possible make it keep fresh for at least a day or two? I… I have to admit, this is not my forte.”
Bill: “Of course, Ah can fillet the fish for yah.” you jump at the opportunity to impress him, “And Ah’ll throw on some salt and species to make it last longer. Free of… err… c-charge!”
TreeWalker: “Free? Of course not! If you do a good job I’ll pay…” the TreeWalker throws a quick glance towards the Mayor, “Let say 20 silver extra. Deal? Though you have to make sure those crimson scales are unharmed.”
Bill: “Ah… Ah think I can do that, sir.” looking down at the crimson fish shimmer in the sunlight, you try your best to sound confident, “Ah usually don’t care for the scales but… Ah g-guess if yah want them.”
TreeWalker: “Then it’s a deal!”
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No. 1075807 ID: 681cb5
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1075807

TreeWalker: “Ah, but see, I do not have 60 silver.” The rabbit retrieves a purse from his pocket and opens it, “I do have a gold coin, so if you can change it…” he stops himself, look over at you and winks, “Actually, no. Keep the change. As a tip.”
Bill: “A gold coin?” the Mayor shakes his head at you, “A-are yah sure, TreeWalker?”
TreeWalker: “I insist.” taking out a single gold coin, he slowly hands it over to you, making sure the Mayor can see him do so. “Here, one gold coin. For the fish, the preparation of it and… for your pleasant service, Mr. Crocodile.” …you’re pretty sure you saw more silver than 60 in that purse of his… and that’s not counting the gold.
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No. 1075808 ID: 681cb5
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1075808

Bill: “Looks like Ah’ll be able to p-pay your bill, Mayor.” you proudly state, all the while a shit eating grin spreads across your face, “Which means… time to k-keep your word about your hat.”
Mayor: “Ha!” but the Mayor just smiles smugly, “Don’t think you’re getting one over me, sonny.” He points at his head, “See, I don’t own a hat. Thus, I cannot eat it! So there, the Mayor wins once m-”
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No. 1075809 ID: 681cb5
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1075809

TreeWalker: “Oh, I completely forgot!” Suddenly, a large top hat is placed on the Mayors head, “Here! A gift for the Mayor of the town, as is tradition for us TreeWalkers.”
Mayor: “…what?”
TreeWalker: “I bestow upon you this fine hat!” the TreeWalker stifle a chuckle, “Made by the finest leather and cloth!” he then returns his attention to you, leaving the Mayor rather confused, “Now, back to that fish, my fisherman friend.”

Bill: “You can c-call me Bill, sir.” you stutter, “What’s… um… y-your name, sir TreeWalker?”
TreeWalker: “Oh, just call me TreeWalker.” for the first time, there’s a sadness in his voice, and he looks away before he says, “Everyone else does.”
Mayor: “Wait, you can’t just…” the Mayor mumbles, before looking up at you with a pair of big puppy dogs eyes, clearly asking you to save him the humiliation, “Bill?”
TreeWalker: “By the way, is it true that you’re the only one brave enough to fish on the lake?” the rabbit ignores him, “The other stalls that sell fish said they catch theirs in the river... something about there being a monster in the lake?” wait, what? Monster? Since when? “I need to know more Bill. About the lake.”
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No. 1075812 ID: f00b89

>>1075809
Seems he's lost part of his identity, metaphorically if not literally.
Tell him the truth, seeing as you know the most about the lake of the locals. You've lived by and fished on that lake since you were young, like your father before you, and no monster has bothered you.

And don't force the Mayor to eat the hat: the materials used (probably mercury) could make him sick or kill him. A symbolic bite from something else unpleasant that is added to the hat could work.
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No. 1075830 ID: 15a025

Poor lad, his status and job has kind of overshadowed his own identity. Maybe if things keep going well you can press to get to know him more.

I have an ill feeling this "monster" of the lake the villagers are speaking of, might be you. Best just play things safe and say there's nothing in the lake you fear, least. Nothing you fear more than an empty haul back home.
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No. 1075841 ID: 273c18

>>1075809
Say you'll be happy to tell him all he wants to know, perhaps over dinner?
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No. 1075843 ID: 19ea25

Certainly close to you. After-all some don't even know your name here, but might as well tell him about it.. Even offer to show him to it once your are done with your stall, since its basically going back home anyways.
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No. 1075845 ID: 53dd1a

Just give the mayor a knowing smile and let him off the hook, you have more important rabbits to court and no sense focusing on the bad when someone lovely to interact with is in front of you.

If you haven't heard of the monster, someone might be spreading nasty rumors about you. You could just say so if you have no idea what kind of monster it could be, you're just a fisherman, really, so if you haven't seen anything yeah might just be bad press.
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No. 1075849 ID: 0b594e

Let the mayor keep his hat, it will serve as a reminder that you won this encounter. Offer to show the treewalker the lake. Tell him that you've fished there for years and never seen any sign of a monster.
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No. 1075850 ID: 2a82d3

Me oh my. If the TreeWalker is on a quest, it is your imperative to help him banish this foul creature, in any you can.

Though, imagine he had the adventurous impulse to take it as a companion instead. The realms the beast would go to, the wonders he'd see. Makes you want to be him, doesn't it?
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No. 1075852 ID: 124485

>>1075809
>“The other stalls that sell fish said they catch theirs in the river...something about there being a monster in the lake?”
>wait, what? Monster? Since when?
You. The other stalls that sell fish are talking about you, claiming you're the monster and the reason they won't fish in the lake.
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No. 1076541 ID: 681cb5
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1076541

>Poor lad, his status and job has kind of overshadowed his own identity. Maybe if things keep going well you can press to get to know him more.
Huh, you’ve never thought about it, but he would be more well-known for his title than his actual name, wouldn’t he? He is the TreeWalker, not… whoever he used to be before that. It is not him they cheer and clamor for, but for what he symbolizes.


Bill: For a long while, you just stare at the Mayor with a knowing smile, before finally stating, “Alright, Ah’ll l-let yah off t-the hook this time.” the badger lets out a breath as you continue, “Besides, t-that thing is p-probably full of mmm… mmm… … mercury. We don’t w-want yah g-getting hurt, do we?”
Mayor: “Thank you.” it is clear that he’s grateful, “Finally, someone is reasona-”
TreeWalker: “Actually, I would prefer if you ate it.” the bunny suddenly interrupts, “In fact, I was hoping you would share it with your grandson, as well as the other kids of the hamlet.”
Mayor: Both you and the Mayor give each other a look, “What?”
TreeWalker: “I made it out of liquorish, after all… and the red band as well as the insides are raspberry flavored.” an annoyed Mayor stares at the TreeWalker, who just smiles warmly, “You’ll have to excuse my jest, dear sir, but it is traditional for a TreeWalker to give the town children something tasty.” then the rabbit laugh loudly, his whiskers bobbing up and down, “And I shouldn’t resist when you said you didn’t have a hat to eat.”
Mayor: “Hmm, very funny…” the old badger grumbles, “But thank you for the liquorish… I’ll make sure the children get a taste…” He gives you a nod before leaving, clearly too old for this manure.
TreeWalker: “Ah, so where were we again? Oh, right, the lake?”

Bill: “Oh, I’d b-be glad to help a TreeWalker on t-their quest in any way Ah can, sir.” you tell him as you start your work on his fish, “While Ah admit Ah don’t k-know how much help Ah can be, it is imperative that Ah at least try help yah to banish this… um… f-foul creature.” With a loud whack, its head is separated from its body, “Though, can we talk after Ah’m done here? Maybe over a… a… a… m-meal?”
TreeWalker: “While I would hate to distract you from your skillful work, master fisherman…” you can feel his eyes on your back, watching your every move with interests, “Sadly, I am already taken for dinner tonight.” He leans a bit to the side as you start gutting the fish, trying his best to get a better angle to watch your handiwork, “Got to dine and whine with the important people here… you know how it is.”
Bill: “Well, as far as Ah know, there’s nothing to fear in the lake.” Bones falls into the bucket, your hands moving on their own, “Nothing but having to take an empty haul back home, that is.”
TreeWalker: “Indeed…” the TreeWalker stays silent for a bit, just watching you work with great interest, before finally asking, “Do you know the lake well? How long have you been fishing there?”
Bill: “Ah’ve lived by and fished on that lake ever since Ah were a hatchling.” you tell him with pride, “Lika mah pah before that and his pah before that.” You put away the knives, happy with your work, “And we have never met no monster, no sir.”
TreeWalker: “Hmm, how often do you venture out there?” his soft paws taps the stall behind you, “And how big is your boat?”
Bill: “D-d-do yah want to g-go with me!?” you almost drop one of the files onto the ground, “Err… Ah mean… most days?” taking a deep breath, you refocus yourself, “And mah boat is big enough for two or three people, TreeWalker. Ah c-can show y-yah after Ah’m done h-here… if y-yah want?”
TreeWalker: “Tonight? Oh no, that won’t work.” he shakes his head, “Even if I wasn’t busy, that’s all too late.” Tap tap tap, his fingers dances on the wooden surface, “No, we’ll head out early in the morning, at sun rise.”
Bill: “…y-yah actually… Ah mean… err…” taking a moment, you put a few herbs onto the fish files, “Yah know, Ah have this sinking feeling that Ah already know the beast they are talking about. The other fishermen, that is.” and then some salt, “It’s me. Ah’m the beast.”
TreeWalker: “Oh, Bill, don’t be so hard on yourself. Of course not.” he smirks, “In fact, they all said you were the only one brave enough to fish there, even if there was a creature out there.”
Bill: “…Ah don’t think they called me brave, TreeWalker.” You sigh, “TreeWalker is to formal… can Ah call yah something else?”
TreeWalker: “The difference between a fool and a brave man is that the fool doesn’t feel fear.” he states in a self-assured tone, “And you clearly aren’t a fool, Bill.” Then he grow silent, looking away from you before mumbling quietly, “… … …by the way, my n-name is Theodmir… you can call me Theo if y-you so wish.”
Bill: “It’s is an honor to meet yah, Theodmir.” you state as you wrap what is left of the fish in earthroot leaves, “Say, why have yah come to mah humble hamlet?”
Theo: “Why, I’m hunting a fearsome beast, Bill.” he say with pride, “One that can swim between worlds… and I do believe just a day or two ago, it came here to your lake.” Looking back at him, he quickly notices your concern, “Oh don’t worry, that thing wouldn’t attack someone as big and strong as yourself, my scaly friend. It mostly goes after the weak, like the young and the elderly.” Theo brushes some dust from his jacket before calmly stating, “That is to say, unless you do something foolish, like sleeping by the lake.”
Bill: “…Mah hovel is right next to the lake, Theo.”
Theo: “Oh… um…” the rabbit fixes his cravat awkwardly, “I’m sure you have a friend that can lend you a bed?” he coughs, “Or some family?”

You place the finished fish files in front of him. Both bathed in salt, herbs and wrapped in Crimson leafs. Both of you stare at each other in an awkward silence.
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No. 1076544 ID: 273c18

Nope. Guess you'll have to get a room at the inn for a few days, or sleep in your stall.
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No. 1076575 ID: 124485

>>1076541
Tell him you don’t have any friends. Literally everyone in town hates you because you’re different from them.
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No. 1076585 ID: 0b594e

Don't forget you have to clean the graffiti off your house before he sees it.
Maybe you could drag your boat into the woods a little ways and camp under it.
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No. 1077072 ID: 15a025

The town ain't to fond of me. I fear what the townsfolk would do more than a strange beast lurking around would do.

Sides, better it ran into someone capable than the defenseless. It'd be good to keep strong eyes on the lake anyway. Shoot, you could make a decent lookout.
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No. 1077076 ID: 19ea25

You've seen how the mayor treats me. Tends to be about the average.
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No. 1078986 ID: 681cb5
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1078986

>Don't forget you have to clean the graffiti off your house before he sees it.
...oh no. When are you supposed to find time to clean that off!? Just taking down the stall after you’re done here will take most of the afternoon.

Bill: “…the town ain’t to fond of me.” you mumble as you turn around and put the finished fish packages in front of him, “And mah pah is no l-longer with us.”
Theo: “Oh…” he averts his gaze from yours, looking down at the fish instead, “I… see…” fumbling a bit, he grabs both the earthroot leaves wrapped files and slide them into his jacket, “I’m sorry about your father.”
Bill: “Don’t be. ‘e been gone for a while.” you let your fingers tap against the counter before continuing, “Ah w-would take a room down at Tina, but the place is probably packed like a barrel of sardines what with the f-festival and all.” you glance up again, finding the rabbit looking you right in the eyes, “M-might as well sleep in mah stall…”
Theo: “Ah, no, that won’t do. That won’t do at all.” looking out towards the west, he waves his hand in front of you, “There are rainclouds on the horizon, and I don’t want you… I don’t want my guide tomorrow to catch a cold, now do I?”
Bill: “Well, the only other idea Ah ‘ave is to drag mah old eka into the woods and camp under it.” you stroke your beard, “Sides, better this creature of yers run into someone like me instead of some defenseless kid, eh?”
Theo: “Eka?”
Bill: “Mah rowing boat.”
Theo: “Oh… no, that’s… I can’t allow you to come to harm, Bill.” he put his hand on yours, his soft fur rubbing against your hard scales, “But what can I…” Closing his eyes, he sigh… and after taking a deep breath he lifts up your left hand and pushes something of metal and wood into it, “Here.”
Bill: “Huh? What’s this?”
Theo: “As payment for taking me out on the lake tomorrow with your boat…” he pats your hand twice, “I’ll allow you borrow my bed in the inn they gave me.” the rabbit then smiles and winks at you, “Not like I’m going to use it anyway.”
Bill: “Wha-”
Theo: “Then it is a deal!” he says cheerfully, shaking your hand hard enough to make the whole stall creak, “But now I must bid you farewell, my dapper friend. I am already late for my next date.” The words barely have time to leave his mouth before he turns around and strides away, only giving you a quick glance over his shoulder before walking away, “Do be seeing you later this evening.”
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No. 1078987 ID: 681cb5
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1078987

And with that, before you even have time to compose yourself enough to say goodbye, he’s gone. Well, mostly gone, you can still see his crimson cape dancing in the wind as he once again is beset by the other town people. For a second, his shoulder sags… before he stands up straight and outright beam with self-confidence, before finally succumbing to the tidal wave of fans and disappearing behind them.

Opening your hand, you find a key with a wooden disc fastened on it. The number 1 is carved on one side… and the words “Tina’s Tavern” on the other. Clearly, a key belonging to the inn. Huh, you’ve never actually seen one of these keys before, ha-

Wait… wait… did… did he just give you the key to his room!? He even invited you to spend the night there!? This isn’t a date, is it!? Or do he want to… or… but… what if he wants to… or is this just a misunderstanding and… what are you supposed to wear!? Are you supposed to bring something!? Like flowers!? HAVE YOU BEEN MISSREADING YOUR INTERACTION WITH HIM!? YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THIS!
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No. 1079001 ID: 273c18

>>1078987
Don't read too much into it. For now, assume you're just being given a bit of goodwill. Do your chores.
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No. 1079010 ID: 76615e

A date is a formal affair, this is just hanging out. Were you trying to impress him? No. So he must actually like you as you are, and wants to spend time with you.
Don't worry about it too much. Focus on stowing your stall for now.
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No. 1079021 ID: 2a82d3

He probably wants to put you in a nice bed for once. He doesn't seem like the type to do anything serious until his quest is done.

Still probably a good idea to get some nice spices and prepare a nice dinner using that fish, unless he wants to keep it as a pet. Not because he's your soul mate or anything (baka). It's just the nice, courteous thing to do to repay him.
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No. 1079025 ID: eb0a9c

IGNORE THE WAMPIRE
KILL THE WABBIT

(But seriously, ignore them forever)
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No. 1079059 ID: 15a025

Don't read into it much, for now anyway. He seems like the type to make sure his companions don't go without.
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No. 1079074 ID: a785dd

While he's certainly been very kind to you, he probably just wants you to have somewhere safe and warm to sleep. He did say he won't be using the bed.
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No. 1079317 ID: 681cb5
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>While he's certainly been very kind to you, he probably just wants you to have somewhere safe and warm to sleep.
…he is a TreeWalker, a person that will selflessly protect those in need. Even if he doesn’t know you, his creed requires him to protect you. Of course he’s just doing this just to keep you safe. To keep another dumb country bumpkin safe… keep some nobody he’ll never see again safe… *sigh*, why did you even hope?
>He did say he won't be using the bed.
Then where will he sleep? Surely, he won’t be sleeping on a sofa somewhere thanks to you!? Great, now you feel bad…

>Do your chores. Focus on stowing your stall for now.
You spend the rest of the day peddling your wares, selling a few fish here and there. In the end, you made some coin. Not a lot, but enough to be worth it. After that, you take down your stall and move it behind the carpenters, where it will be safe. Time to head home, before it gets dark.
>IGNORE THE WAMPIRE
MY GODDESS! He’s going to suck your blood! Wait, no, that’s stupid. Still, he might be up to something. You’re an outcast, someone that won’t be missed… and he just invited you somewhere private. Maybe he’s some kind of… slave trader!? Or a thief!? Or… or… or he’s just TreeWalker? *Sigh* you really need to calm down…
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No. 1079318 ID: 681cb5
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1079318

As you get home and start to undress yourself, you notice just how much you stink. The smell of fish guts and sweat is almost overwhelming. Not to mention that you’re clothes are all stained and need to be properly cleaned. Something you clearly don’t have time for before the sun sets. You really don’t want to try and head back to town after dark, as stumbling up the hill through a pitch black forest isn’t fun. Of course, that means you don’t have any nice clothes left to wear… and you rather not the TreeWalker see you without your dapper clothes, do you?

>A date is a formal affair, this is just hanging out. Were you trying to impress him?
…err… no, of course not. You just don’t want to… disappoint him. By being smelly and wearing non-dapper clothes.
>Still probably a good idea to get some nice spices and prepare a nice dinner using that fish, unless he wants to keep it as a pet.
He’s the one who has the fish, remember? And you’ve already cut it to pieces, so he’s not going to keep it as a pet! Even then, it’s a bit late for dinner anyway…
>He doesn't seem like the type to do anything serious until his quest is done.
… … …t-then you simply need to help him complete his quest! Err… you mean… so that… the town is safe?

Right, let’s get back to what’s important. Your clothes are stained and smelly. You’re stained and smelly. You really don’t have a lot of time to bathe and clean your clothes before dark. Not to mention there might be a monster in the lake, which is where you bathe and clean. Not leaving for the town before dark will mean having to trek up the hill in pitch blackness. Darkness that might contain said monster as well. But not cleaning yourself up means smelling of dead fish and sweat, while wearing either dirty clothes or some of your work clothes, which aren’t very impressive. It might be possible to either take a quick bath or clean your clothes before dark, but not both. Though you might not have time to dry…

*Sigh* you really don’t want to disappoint the TreeWalker by coming their smelling of fish and wearing a pair of ill-fitting overalls… maybe getting eaten by the creature in the lake is the better option…
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No. 1079321 ID: 273c18

>>1079318
The lake is dangerous after dark. The hill isn't. Worst case scenario is you trip and get mud on your clothes, but that doesn't smell nearly as bad.

Go bathe and wash.
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No. 1079330 ID: 76615e

Theo must meet people from all walks of life in his travels. He doesn't seem the type that would judge you by your clothes.
Smell on the other hand... you'd better wash yourself well.
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No. 1079373 ID: 15a025

>>1079330
Agreed. A pungent smell is much more bothersome than some simple clothing.
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No. 1079374 ID: 273c18

Oh true, if you have any spare clothes, even shabby ones, you can wear those to get back before dark.
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No. 1079390 ID: 135f1c

Yeah, use any less fancy clothes to go take a bath! Take that bath! Maybe if you catch a glimpse of the lake monster, you can tell the TreeWalker.
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No. 1079803 ID: 681cb5
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1079803

>The lake is dangerous after dark. The hill isn't. Worst case scenario is you trip and get mud on your clothes, but that doesn't smell nearly as bad.
That’s a good point. It’s not like you can get lost trying to find the town, what with it being lit up and everything. You’re usually trying to find your small little shack in the dark, after all, which is far harder.
>Theo must meet people from all walks of life in his travels. He doesn't seem the type that would judge you by your clothes.
Which also means he has seen even more dapper clothes! How are you supposed to compete with that!

>A pungent smell is much more bothersome than some simple clothing.
A bad smell is probably worse than some stained clothing, you’re right. So you’ll just throw your clothes into the wash basket and let them soak to tomorrow, all the while you take a dip in the lake to wash away this stank. If you’re quick, you should be able to get dressed and head towards the town before the sun sets as well.
>Maybe if you catch a glimpse of the lake monster, you can tell the TreeWalker.
…there is a strange light under the surface on the other side of the lake. Is that the monster? Either way, you rather not stay in the water any longer than necessary, because that thing is eerie.
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No. 1079804 ID: 681cb5
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1079804

Just taking that bath was a great idea! Now you feel not only clean, but you even managed to find a shirt with only one grease stain on it!

With a quick pace, you walk through the crimson and golden clad trees, their leaves shining as the sun sets behind them… ah, this is turning out be a great day after all. A great day and hopefully a g-
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No. 1079805 ID: 681cb5
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1079805

“Now!” a familiar young voice yells, and before you can react a rope is pulled up from the mud, making you trip.
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No. 1079806 ID: 681cb5
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1079806

And with a splash, you land face first in the mud, your clothes and newly washed scales getting completely covered with it.

The Mayor’s Grandson: “Ha! I told you the dung eater would come back!” that voice… it belongs to the Mayor’s grandson... “Now quick, the buckets!” he yells right as you’re about to try and get back on your feet, and with that command, three metal buckets are thrown over you, their content drenching your body as you’re forced back into the mud. “HAHA! EAT DUNG, YOU FREAK!” the young badger laughs before yelling to his friends, “Come on, let’s get out of here!”

And with that, they are gone; leaving you alone in the mud covered in… something that reeks. As you lie there, drowning in your own self-misery, the sun finally sets and leaves you in near complete darkness. The only reason you can see anything at all is because the light coming from the edge of the town. *Sigh* …you hate your life.
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No. 1079809 ID: 273c18

Looks like we're not getting back before dark. Go back home and wash again. You must have another set of clothes to change into somewhere.
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No. 1079840 ID: 76615e

Wow, this really is a dead-end town if this is what passes for entertainment among the youth.
Another bath? fighting a monster in the lake might be better than dealing with the monsters in town.
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No. 1079845 ID: 124485

>>1079806
With how dark it is now, it's not safe to go take another bath in the lake with the monster supposedly lurking around.

And nobody will let you in town while you smell like that. Even if you did get into town, you wouldn't be allowed near the hotel where Theodmir is staying. On top of that, showing anyone the room key he gave you as proof that you were invited into his room would just have everyone accuse you of stealing it from the Tree Walker and use that as an excuse to harass you even more!

So you kinda don't have many options on what to do now.
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No. 1079848 ID: 273c18

We don't actually know there's a monster in the lake. It's never bothered Bill before.

Though I guess if Bill can't see by moonlight for some reason he will simply have to walk into town smelling like a sewer. Maybe it's time for him to grow a set of balls and show up to the mayor's house covered in sewage to complain.
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No. 1079849 ID: fc8ab3

Go to the lake, but stay by the shore. You just need to wash yourself a little bit, tomorrow you can start figuring out a good way to deal with... this. gods they're such dicks to you for no reason.
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No. 1080107 ID: 15a025

Don't suppose magical cleaning powers are a part of the treewalkers tool set?

Ugh, back to the pond for a bath. Again...
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No. 1080327 ID: 681cb5
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1080327

>Don't suppose magical cleaning powers are a part of the treewalkers tool set?
Wouldn’t that mean walking up to that pompous snob covered in shit?
>Wow, this really is a dead-end town if this is what passes for entertainment among the youth.
We’re a small farming and fishing town. Of course there isn’t any entertainment here like in the big cities.
>Maybe it's time for him to grow a set of balls and show up to the mayor's house covered in sewage to complain.
“Youngsters will be youngsters” he says… though you’re sure it’s only because it’s you they are targeting.
>Gods they're such dicks to you for no reason.
…it was an accident.

>Go back home and wash again. You must have another set of clothes to change into somewhere.
The light dances under the surface on the other side of the lake, moving erratically and without purpose. But as you submerge yourself once again in the dark, cold waters it stops and just sits there. You better keep an eye on it for now. You opt to just jump in with your clothes on, to get them cleaned up at the same time, before changing to something else. Worst case scenario you’ll have wet clothes for tonight. Pulling off your shirt, you splash a bit of water on your face to clean off… wait, the glow is gone? It only left your sight for a second…

Then suddenly, a bright light flares up next to you on the edge of the lake, illuminating a tall shape.

Theo: “What the…?” a familiar voice rings out over the water, “Bill?”
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No. 1080328 ID: 681cb5
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1080328

Bill: “Theodmir!?” you blurt out without thinking, “Ah m-mean, TreeWalker!?”
Theo: “What are you doing here now. You… you…!?” the rabbits brow furrows, his nose twitching as he swallow the insult he was about to hurl, before gritting his teeth and hissing, “I told everyone to stay in town! It’s not safe out here, you fool!” Theo sighs loudly, calming down slightly, “And call me Theo, darn it.”
Bill: “S-sorry, Theo… Ah… um…” you sheepishly rub the back of your head, “Ah d-didn’t know?”
Theo: “You didn’t know? But the Mayor’s grandson-” he stops as he realize what he just said, “Of course that brat didn’t tell you.” Once again the hare’s eyebrows lower, as he put his hand over his face and rubs his eyes tiredly, “I just hope he told the rest. But I can worry about that later. Now get into town, Bill. It isn’t safe out here.”
Bill: “R-right… um…” you look around a bit, trying to find your clothes, “Ah just n-need to get… dressed?”
Theo: “Why are you even jumping into the lake at this hour anyway?” annoyance dripping from his voice, “And what is that horrid smell…?” The rabbit shakes his head before starting to rub his temple, “Ugh, I don’t have time for this. I have to find a bunch of kids that broke curfew. They stole a rope and buckets, said something about catching the monster, so now I better make sure they don’t throw themselves into the lake or something equally dumb.” He stops and looks up at you, his eyes overflowing with irritation, “Can you make it back on your own, Bill?”
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No. 1080329 ID: 273c18

>>1080328
Tell him you're very sure now that the monster is you, because those kids tripped you with the rope and used the buckets to dump sewage on you.

Maybe it's best if you confess to the accident. Then you won't waste any more of Theo's time.
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No. 1080331 ID: 8f9bc4

Oh no you're not the reason he's telling everyone to stay in town, are you? This whole thing might have been a complete mixup! Maybe he misunderstood the gentle ribbing the rest of the town lovingly gives you, thinking they were talking about something actually dangerous in the lake, instead of just a few innocent japes about you!
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No. 1080383 ID: 49e2b5

>>1080331
>Maybe he misunderstood the gentle ribbing the rest of the town lovingly gives you
That is a lie.

None of this is considered a "gentle ribbing" and it is most certainly not done in a "loving" way.

This is straight up racism and everything thats happened is a hate crime.
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No. 1080384 ID: 124485

>>1080328
Tell him the truth. Tell him about your constant mistreatment from the entire town!

I'm sure once he hears about this, he'll never visit this town ever again. Which is the best punishment for them because they'll hate themselves for the rest of their lives knowing they're the reason their precious Tree Walker never visits again!

>>1080331
>just a few innocent japes about you!
Please tell me you're joking.
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No. 1080386 ID: d0cff5

>>1080384
I think they're trying to go for the "gentle giant who gives bad people the benefit of the doubt too much" sympathy card. A powerful card to play!

However, I think he should tell Theo the truth! Let all the sadness that's built up finally wash away, like the poopy stink smell those awful children dumped all over you. Maybe Theo even has a bath or cleaning magic he can use.
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No. 1080387 ID: 76615e

Ask if he saw that glow in the lake.
Also let him know that you saw those kids with the rope and bucket, they were headed back to town. So he doesn't have to worry about them.
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No. 1080392 ID: ad16e3

>…it was an accident.
Doesn't matter what it was, you don't deserve this sort of constant harassment and cruelty.
You deserve hugs from a cute rabbit boy.

First, get out of the water. Not in a second, Now.
Tell Theo they found the monster they were looking for, and that is the smell of their victory over it, before they ran back home laughing.
And tell him about the light, and that having your night vision ruined by Theo's radiance, you really don't want to be alone right now.
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No. 1080394 ID: b0c039

Tell him that you saw those kids; they dumped gunk on you and ran, that's why you're here in the middle of the night washing it off so you can sleep. So... they already kind of finished what they were doing, so maybe they'd be going back in the direction of home, right? At least in terms of safety that's... probably optimal, so long as they don't get lost.
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No. 1080513 ID: 15a025

The kids thought they were being funny, playing a prank on you, "the monster". Which involved being attacked with a bucket of dung.
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No. 1080639 ID: 681cb5
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1080639

>Maybe it's best if you confess to the accident. Then you won't waste any more of Theo's time.
What? No! He can’t know wha- He doesn’t- This city snob doesn’t need to know about your past. That accident is irrelevant to… to… to all this!
>Tell him the truth. Tell him about your constant mistreatment from the entire town!
… … …they do have the right to be mad at you.
>You deserve hugs from a cute rabbit boy.
*Sigh* you wish… all you deserve is getting dung flung at you…


>Oh no you're not the reason he's telling everyone to stay in town, are you?
Theo: “What? No!?” the rabbit seems genuine shocked, “Why would you- didn’t you see the light on the lake?”
Bill: “Ah d-did, but…” you pull your shirt over your head, the wet cloth chilling you to the bone, “That was the creature?”
Theo: “Yes, that is the lake beast.” he gesture towards the lake, “It’s trying to lure you close with its glow before striking.” Theo shakes his head, a small frown on his snout, “That’s why I need to find those kids, because young minds are naturally curious and rather willing to take risks.”
Bill: “Oh, the kids…” scratching the back of your head awkwardly, you continue, “Um… Ah a-actually think Ah know where they are…” You glance toward the warm glow of the town, still visible over the trees from here, “They are back in town.”
Theo: “Oh?” the hare lights up, a small smile spreading across his face as one of his eyebrows rises, “And how do you know that?”
Bill: “Because they thought it would be funny to play a prank on old Bill.” With a deep sigh, you put on your hat, “The so c-called monster of the lake.” Taking a moment to catch your breath, you look him in the eyes, “So they tripped me with a rope and pelted me with dung.”
Theo: “WHAT!?” he yells, his leg thumping into the ground thrice as his fists curls up, “Oh, I’m going to have a stern talking to them. As well as the mayor.” For a moment, Theo seems lost in thought, then he turns to you and start pushing you towards the trees, “Now come on!”
Bill: “Huh?” you stammer, “W-where are we going?”
Theo: “Back to town, of course.” His voice is stern, reminding you of your Pa, “We need to get you cleaned up.” As he guides you into the woods, you shiver from the cold wind, “And warmed up for that matter. Luckily, I asked them to drawn a hot bath for my sake, which you can use.”
Bill: “But t-that’s yours-” stumbling through the dark, you can barely get the words right, “And Ah don’t need warmth?”
Theo: “Nonsense. You’ll catch a cold like this!” the rabbit says, shoving you along, “Taking a dive in an ice cold lake before running around the woods in wet clothes is not good for your health, Bill.”
Bill: “But-”
Theo: “No buts.” The rabbit interrupting you confidently, “We’re getting you both warm and clean, and that’s final.”
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No. 1080640 ID: 681cb5
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1080640

You’re not sure what exactly happened after that, as you suddenly find yourself inside a really nice and warm room at the inn. Theo led you through the town, pushed you inside his inn room before taking your hat and shoving you in here. Oh, and he also gave you some kind of brush, a towel and… whatever this white rectangle is. It feels slimy. And gross.

Theo: “Just throw your clothes out here before you jump into the water Bill.” you hear the rabbits voice through the door, “And I’ll get them cleaned for you.”

In the middle of the room there’s a massive tub, filled with… sea foam? It doesn’t look very clean… or healthy for that matter.
Then there’s an odd metal contraption on the wall with a bunch of doohickeys on it… and a drain in the floor.
Finally, there’s a small cupboard filled with strange tonics and elixirs, clearly made by some kind of alchemical magic. Some looking rather poisonous while other seems rather delicious if drunk.

… … …you’re unsure what you’re actually supposed to do in here.
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No. 1080645 ID: 273c18

>>1080640
...you don't know what soap is? Oh wait maybe your civilization hasn't discovered it yet.

Ask Theo what's all this weird stuff.
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No. 1080648 ID: 19ea25

Sniff the elixers. Maybe you might be able to discern them by smell. Though you might want to ask Theo what any of this is.
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No. 1080656 ID: 76615e

Theo's standing there waiting for you to hand him your clothes, so you'd better hurry up and admit you don't know what any of this weird stuff is before he gets impatient.
You're a simple fisher, there's no shame in not knowing about fancy city baths.
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No. 1080859 ID: 8f9bc4

Yes you need Theo to help you bathe.
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No. 1080865 ID: 124485

>>1080640
Tell him that you’re not allowed to live in town, so you’ve always lived by the lake and bathed there. And because you’ve always bathed in the lake, you have no idea what any of this stuff is or how you’re supposed to use any of it.

……ask him if you’re supposed to drink these weird potions and they’ll magically make you clean?
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No. 1080953 ID: 15a025

Let Theo know you're not really familiar with this. You've only ever washed the natural way in a the lake.
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No. 1080974 ID: 01fe07

>>1080865
>you’re not allowed to live in town
Speaking of which, I'm sure a lot of people saw Theo take Bill into his room. Those people are gonna use this as an excuse to be mad at Bill because they'll say that Bill is going to be a bad influence on the TreeWalker and they'll talk about how Bill might corrupt the TreeWalker or something.
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No. 1081452 ID: 681cb5
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1081452

>...you don't know what soap is?
This is soap!? No way! Soap is a big chunk of greasy, gray animal fat. Not a perfect, unnatural cube of pure bone white. In fact, it’s slightly unsettling just looking at this thing…
>Sniff the elixers. Maybe you might be able to discern them by smell.
Most of them smell odd and abnormal, created by magical alchemy instead of being created by herbs and species from the forest. There is a bottle depicting an orange, though, which smells divine. You’ve always loved oranges…

>Ask Theo what's all this weird stuff.
Theo: “Huh?” Theo’s muffled voice can be heard from the other side of the door, “What oddities did you find in there, Bill?”
Bill: “It’s a c-cupboard filled with alchemical elixirs and tonics.” You explain, “Ah’ve never seen anything like it!”
Theo: “Well, I can’t tell with complete certainty, as I haven’t actually looked in there yet myself…” the rabbit takes a moment before continuing, “But I think its bottles of shampoo, scale polish and the like?”
Bill: “…Am Ah supposed to drink them?” you feel stupid for asking, “To make myself magically clean?”
Theo: “No, you shouldn’t drink those.” was that a chuckle you just heard? “Though, they did say they were going to leave something for me to enjoy sipping on. There’s probably a bottle of juice in there or something, if you can find it.” Then his voice grows slightly annoyed, “Now, give me your clothes, master fisherman. I don’t have all the time in the world.”

After getting undressed and discreetly handing over your clothes to Theo through the door, you give up trying to figure out what anything in here is and simply opt to use the bath. Sliding down in the warm water relaxes your whole body, not to mention the odd scum on the surface is oddly pleasant on the scales. It’s not bad… but it’s no cool river in the summer. Picking up the bottle with an orange on it, you take a cautious sip…

Bill: “Ugh!” you recoil, “This is horrid! Are you sure they wanted us to drink this!?” but you don’t get an answer, as Theo is gone, “Oh well…”
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No. 1081453 ID: 681cb5
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1081453

Letting your whole body sink down below the water, you relax. For the first time in ages things suddenly seems to be going your way. A warm, calming bath is exactly what you needed. It’s perfect. Well, almost perfect…

>Speaking of which, I'm sure a lot of people saw Theo take Bill into his room.
The streets where mostly empty, with most people staying inside after dark. Of course, someone is bound to have seen you being pushed by Theo, but did they actually see you enter his room?
>Yes you need Theo to help you bathe.
W-W-WHAT!? No! That’s n-not… you w-wouldn’t… heh… err… of c-course you don’t need that snob’s help…

Bah, you need to stop thinking about that bunny. Even if you were interested in that annoyingly smug, cute looking, talented rabbit with a heart of gold, you wouldn’t have a chance in hell anyway. After all, he’s a TreeWalker, a hero of legends, while you are… what? A barely competent fisher?

The warmth of the water makes you doze off…
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No. 1081454 ID: 681cb5
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1081454

You dream of when you were young, when your mother would fill a small tub with warm water and scrub you down, cleaning you thoroughly with her brush and well-polished claws. In fact, it almost feels real… you can swear you can feel her scaled hand on your snout once again, her smooth scales keeping your head steady as she scrubs you. It’s simply… divine…
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No. 1081457 ID: eb0a9c

INTRUDER
RIP THEIR LIMBS OFF
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No. 1081461 ID: 5ebd37

"Can we go to the festival tomorrow, Mommy?"
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No. 1081470 ID: c8adcc

You've had a rough day, just enjoy your dream a little longer, safe in someone else's hands for once. How long has it been since someone has touched you with such care, made you feel like you're not alone? You think Theo would help you wash up like this? Some help now and then would be nice... Those are scales you're feeling, right?
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No. 1081502 ID: 15a025

Relax and melt into the bath. I'm sure the warm water feels good after being out in the cold, twice tonight.
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No. 1081559 ID: 273c18

Are you being washed?
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No. 1083715 ID: 681cb5
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1083715

>Those are scales you're feeling, right?
Now that you think about it, they do feel a bit odd. They are too polished and hard… almost like… wood? How peculiar…
>Relax and melt into the bath. I'm sure the warm water feels good after being out in the cold, twice tonight.
You slip further down into the hot water, letting it engulf you completely as your imagination continues scrubbing the top of your head. It’s even started to rub your snout…

Bill: “Mmm…” you take a deep breath, allowing the heat to relax your muscles… and before you can stop yourself, you dreamingly mumble, "Can we go to the festival tomorrow, Mommy?"
Theo: “Mommy?” a strange female voice says, one that is as smooth as silk, “I’ve had girls call me daddy before, but never mommy.”
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No. 1083716 ID: 681cb5
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1083716

>INTRUDER!
Bill: “GAH!!” you scream as you pull yourself from the water, splashing it everywhere, “THEO!?”
Theo: “Yes?” the rabbit shields himself from the liquid, before looking at you with a slight smile on his lips, “That’s my name, Bill?”
Bill: “...w-what are yah doing!?”
Theo: “…scrubbing your back?”
Bill: “Naked!?”
Theo: “I didn’t want to get my jacket wet.” raising an eyebrow, he continues, “Besides, I’m wearing pants, silly.”
Bill: “That’s not-” shutting your eyes, you swallow before stuttering out, “Yah c-can’t just s-scrub someone back like t-that, Theo!?”
Theo: “Why not?” the rabbit shrugs, “You clearly haven’t had anyone scrub your back properly for some time. And it’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen already.” Giving you a warm smile, he says, “Not to mention, I’ll need someone that scrub my back later.”
Bill: “Y-yah want m-me to… to…” you simply stare at him for a what feels like an eternity, “Why me?”
Theo: “…because you call me Theo instead of TreeWalker, for starters.” he makes a circle gesture with his brush, “Now turn around so I can scrub your back properly.” then he wiggles the brush towards you, as if casting a spell with a wand, “If it makes you feel better, we can discuss something else. To keep your mind elsewhere.”
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No. 1083717 ID: eb0a9c

PUNCH
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No. 1083719 ID: 273c18

>>1083716
Do not punch.

Let him wash your back. Also, ask to feel his hand. He looks like he's got fur, but maybe there's a protective shield around him or something? Ask him about his job. How does he hunt monsters, exactly?
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No. 1083723 ID: 19ea25

Punching would get rid of those ruby eyes, but yeah ask why would that be the reasoning. He's a treewalker but he's still another being why would nobody say his name?
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No. 1083735 ID: 5ebd37

>>1083723
People respect the position, but they don't know the man. Bill doesn't care about the treewalker stuff, so he can Theo for who he really is and not a some romanticized ideal.

oooh, Bill~ He wants you to wash his back? In the same tub? Sounds like someone's trying to flirt with you~
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No. 1083787 ID: a785dd

>>1083717
Do not punch Theo.

Enjoy having him wash your back, you deserve to relax.
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No. 1083790 ID: 1ab965

>not like you have anything I haven’t seen already.
Theo may have a point, but consent is still important... The answer being yes, in part because he calls you Bill, instead of Monster, but the thought still stands. Should be clear enough that it has been a while, based on your comment. And while the Mommy comment might not be aimed at him, you seem more the Daddy between the two of you... Though it seems he has been called Daddy far more often than you have.

Ask if the memento around his neck has a story, or if that's off limits.
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No. 1084467 ID: 15a025

If you're enjoying it and feel comfortable with him washing your back, go for it.
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No. 1084580 ID: d512e5

Let him get you cleaned up.
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No. 1085231 ID: 681cb5
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1085231

>Enjoy having him wash your back, you deserve to relax.
Bill: “Fine… yah can scrub mah back…” you relax a bit and slide down under the water again, “But next time, warn me before yah sneak up on me like that, Theo!”
Theo: “Forgive me, you just looked so at peace, I didn’t want to disturb you.” the rabbit chuckles, “But lesson learned, Bill. I’ll make sure I got your permission before I bathe you next time.” He then whacks your shoulder with his brush, before gesturing for you to move a bit, “Now lean forward and get up from the water…”

>why does nobody use his name?
Theo: “Hmm?” taking a moment to ponder your question, Theo starts scrubbing the back of your shoulders before answering, “Most people just see me as a TreeWalker. A hero that wanders between towns, solving their problems.” the hare sighs, “Knowing my name would ruin that fantasy, don’t you agree? It would make me mortal, just like them.”
Bill: “Surely, someone must ask ye name is?”
Theo: “They do, to be polite…” his scrubbing gets a bit harder, “And then they forget about it in less than a minute.” The head of the brush moves downwards, over your shoulder blades, “Not to mention, a TreeWalker usually only stays in one place for a few days. You solve the problem, and then you move on.” Once again, he sighs, “You don’t really have the time to get to know people, you know.”
Bill: “…don’t yah get lonely, Theo?”
Theo: “…at times.”

>Ask him about his job. How does he hunt monsters, exactly?
Theo: “Bill, most TreeWalkers don’t hunt monsters all the time.” he says with some pride, thumping your back with his brush, “We solve all kind of problems… everything from lost kits, to bad harvests, to floods and even disagreement between people.”
Bill: “…but didn’t you say you were hunting a monster?”
Theo: “Well, yes… but that’s beside the point.” the brushing stops, and you can see in the corner of your eye that he looks away while biting his lower lip, “And… um… I’m not sure how I’ll hunt this one. I need to gather more information about it first.” his scrubbing resumes, but it’s clear that he’s deep in thought, “Maybe lay a trap… or scare it away? Hmm…”

>Ask to feel his hand.
Theo: “Hmm? Sure?” grabbing the brush with his other hand, he frees his right hand and presents it to you. It feels fuzzy… and soft. Not at all what you felt before. Shaking your head, you let it go. “What was that about?”
b]Bill:[/b] “…nothing.”
Theo: “Oh never mind then.”

>Ask if the memento around his neck has a story.
Theo: “Oh, this?” he holds up the golden ring his hand, “Why, it’s my wedding ring, of course.”
Bill: “…y-yah’re married!?”
Theo: “Indeed.” the rabbit spins the ring between his fingers, looking at you through it, “I’ve got both a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter waiting for me back home.”
Bill: “Oh…” it looks rather dull for being gold... not gleaming at all... though it does look very well worn, “Ah didn’t… oh…”
Theo: “How about you?” he beams as he return to scrubbing your back, now having moved all the way down to your midsection, “Surely you have a special lady? Or at least, a gal you fancy?”
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No. 1085251 ID: 365de0

>>1085231
We had two childhood friends that we fancied. We took so long trying to decide who to pursue that they married each other. Now it hurts to see them, so we've been avoiding them.
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No. 1085254 ID: 273c18

>>1085231
>hand feels soft
He switched the hand he was holding the brush in. Ask to feel the other one. I suspect he's got an artificial hand. He must've lost it fighting monsters. Very well made if so, you can't tell by looking at it!

Tell him you want to help him. You live here by the lake, so you know the area better than anyone, and you're pretty big and good with a knife so if it comes down to it you can help fight too. Though maybe he'd like to put you through a bit of sparring to ensure you're up to it?
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No. 1085363 ID: 8f9bc4

You can't say you know any others of your kind living around here. Those not of your kind sure don't like you that way. Or at all.
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No. 1085365 ID: 124485

>>1085231
>“Surely you have a special lady? Or at least, a gal you fancy?”
You don't have anybody. Everyone here thinks you're ugly and they constantly remind you of that everyday. That's why you're forced to live in a tent by the lake outside of town, so that you're far away from everyone else.

Nobody here loves Big Fat Bill…
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No. 1085366 ID: 273c18

>>1085231
>“Surely you have a special lady? Or at least, a gal you fancy?”
Nope. Also, tell him you like men.
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No. 1085381 ID: deefbe

Not to give false hope, but he's laid with women that have called him Daddy, and the life of traveling problem-solver isn't so straightforward: he might be keeping secrets for the sake of the mood, or have an arrangement. Can you read the inscription? He needs to work on his signals as well: inviting you to his place, bathing you, "... before I bathe you next time."

Anyone that you fancied or fancied you has either left or shacked up with someone else. Number of folks that have been kind to you beyond your own parents has been shockingly small, and it doesn't last in this place... for good reason.

You into gals as well as guys? Definitely into guys, it seems, just don't relax too much as he gets lower. Could always speak in hypotheticals, ask what he'd do about someone sending confusing/mixed messages.
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No. 1086554 ID: 15a025

Apologize for being a downer, but this is kind of the first time someone hasn't tried to shoo you away in awhile.
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