Fate has four legs

Granger        Due to his size and the nature of his shift, he was easy to miss. It was just the way Granger liked it, blending in and out of the shadows. Most creatures were too self absorbed to notice a small mouses comings and goings. It certainly made his occasional thieving all the more convenient when nobody took note of him rummaging around, trying to at least keep his small, dirty paws off of every piece of produce. Even if he wasn’t being noticed the young man tried to remain somewhat courteous in respect to his late mother. She’d already be disappointed enough in his actions as it was. The thought gives him pause, paws stopping their struggle to grasp the length of a vegetable at the edge of the stall.        The moment of thought is interrupted when he hears someone speaking softly. Large ears twitch at the sound and the soft breath that follows, his fur coat shivering at the unexpected sensation. This soft voice is much too quiet to be speaking to the vendor, already engaged in conversation with a customer, but his beady eyes blink before he turns to see who could be… addressing him? Nobody noticed him, why would this person notice him now? If he wasn’t shifted he’s sure his cheeks would flush as red as some of the root vegetables in front of him, his paws caught in the candy jar.        On all fours he turns, leaving his objective behind for a moment to see who he attracted. The man standing in front of him, hands spread wide with more food than he could feasibly drag back in one trip, and fair skin as flushed as Granger imagined his own to be under a layer of fur. A tilt of his head is all he gives to indicate his attention is caught, hesitantly stepping closer to the boons offered in front of him. Dark eyes flicking to the mans face once more before he reaches out to the berries, he takes a smaller one between both paws and nibbles it, jaw moving furiously as he swallows it down as fast as he can take a bite. If a mouse could moan, his squeak of approval was the closest thing this strange man was going to get. It was easily the freshest meal he’d had in gods know how long.        His concern for a man that speaks to a random mouse is briefly allayed as he hops into the open hand with the berries, stuffing his cheeks until he’s sure he could burst. Only then does he turn his attention to the odd blonde man he sits upon.        "Who do you think you are, old man? You could get rabies from something like this.” Though his mouth doesn’t move, still chewing on the ripe flesh of the fruit, he projects his thoughts onto this stranger. If a mouse could scoff he would, instead his tail whipping across the outstretched palm. If anything, a bit of a scare might be funny if the old man isn’t expecting it, as long as he isn’t dropped.