Now I know there's no one I can trust - I used to think there was
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
Fox is far from the first person to have been baffled by language Bart refuses to part from, so it's a good thing the miscommunication flies straight over his own head. And he can't even blame it on the tense moment, because he's just socially stunted. The rats, meanwhile, are distinctly not. It's a relief to Bart to see he clearly hadn't misjudged their size or been scared off by something pitiful, because as they lumber out from the water they look more like soaked dogs. Ew, wet rat smell?
Bart startles hard from his juvenile thinking as Fox moves like a torpedo straight at his chosen targets and promptly explodes. It takes a moment to see a shape beyond the sudden appearance of fur, but they then there's fire? Bart stands there like an idiot with his sharpened stick, wondering how the hell Fox ever allowed him to stay when he's clearly not half as cool or helpful.
That is, until a few come hauling ass his way. Intent on both revenge and pulling his own weight, Bart stabs one right through the front of its chest and dumps it sideways so he can kick at the other and shove his bloodied stick down at its spine to puncture its heart and end it swiftly. Then he lets go of the stick and backs away with a grimace, grossed out. "Rat-kebab. Yuck." Turning towards the giant dog-thing assuming it's Fox, he calls out. "I think we got 'em all! Ya need some water for that throat? Or can ya drink the lake water like that." Maybe animal stomachs would tolerate it? The science here is bewildering, but Bart is stubborn enough to memorize it through firsthand shitshows if he must.
Bart startles hard from his juvenile thinking as Fox moves like a torpedo straight at his chosen targets and promptly explodes. It takes a moment to see a shape beyond the sudden appearance of fur, but they then there's fire? Bart stands there like an idiot with his sharpened stick, wondering how the hell Fox ever allowed him to stay when he's clearly not half as cool or helpful.
That is, until a few come hauling ass his way. Intent on both revenge and pulling his own weight, Bart stabs one right through the front of its chest and dumps it sideways so he can kick at the other and shove his bloodied stick down at its spine to puncture its heart and end it swiftly. Then he lets go of the stick and backs away with a grimace, grossed out. "Rat-kebab. Yuck." Turning towards the giant dog-thing assuming it's Fox, he calls out. "I think we got 'em all! Ya need some water for that throat? Or can ya drink the lake water like that." Maybe animal stomachs would tolerate it? The science here is bewildering, but Bart is stubborn enough to memorize it through firsthand shitshows if he must.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
let weakness disappear
let weakness disappear
BARTHOLOMEW
