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>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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