4/2 Monday Morning - Our House in the middle of Our St.

[senior_tempter]

Screwtape walked into the kitchen of his new home as he fixed his tie in place. He furrowed his brow at the coffee maker and it started up as if shamed into doing so

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[liquornimal]

As the two gentlemen right bastards gentlemen hellspawn men bickered, a brown rat crept its way quietly out from under the fridge, sticking its furry little nose into the air and sniffing about.

Alas, all it could smell was the hops-y scent of its own damp fur.

[senior_tempter]

Screwtape was otherwise occupied with snarking at Blackadder and didn't see the rodent on the floor.

He set down his tea cup.

[liquornimal]

Aha! A beverage! And it seemed to be unguarded. The malt rat scuttled a bit further along the floor and started looking for a quick route up to the cup.

In the world of the malt rat, all beverages are malts. And the malt rat was thirsty.

[senior_tempter]

Screwtape continued to bicker discuss the situation with Blackadder.

[liquornimal]

The malt rat decided the best route would be right up Screwtape's pant-leg.

[senior_tempter]

Screwtape scratches absently at his leg.

[liquornimal]

Danger! But the malt rat was drunk fearless!

Still, might be better to go up the inside of the pant leg. More protection, that way.

[senior_tempter]

While the pants are not tight per sae, Screwtape is not one for loose fitting trousers.

It would be a tight fit if the malt rat were to try and squeeeeeze up there.

[liquornimal]

Ah, but the malt rat would never know until it tried, would it. 'Sides, it's a rat. It likes dark, enclosed spaces.

The time of delay and consideration was over. The malt rat wanted that beverage! It got a running start and rushed at Screwtape's right leg.

[senior_tempter]

Screwtape crossed his legs as he argued talked to Blackadder.

[liquornimal]

Dash it all, thwarted again!

Alas, the malt rat was unable to stop and went careening for Screwtape's other leg, instead.

[senior_tempter]

Screwtape's food raised up and twisted it around.

A human form was full of little discomforts.

[liquornimal]

The leg removed from its careening, runaway course, the malt rat ran smack into the furniture, instead.

It let out a slurred squeak of outrage and looked for something to bite.

[senior_tempter]

Screwtape stood up and placed the tea cup in the kitchen sink before leaving to find somebody to get the vermin out of his house.

Blackadder that is. He still hadn't noticed the rat.

[liquornimal]

The malt rat bit the kitchen counter.

Revenge!

Then it scurried away. Possibly over top the foot of the other gentleman right bastard hellspawn man.

[senior_tempter]

Screwtape looked down with a frown as the creature scurried over his shoe.

Great.

Two unwanted house guests.