Love hate relationship between two twisted mind.Big bubbles broke the surface of the stew. Spice and meat aromas escaping the old cauldron which was licked by hungry flames below its blackened surface. It was a normal day down in the Drain, below the busy surface of the city of Grey. Calibans up and about doing their things, or not, simply laying about drinking and crawling in their own misery. Others hunting fervently the intruders that dared entered the sewers, their self declared realm. Our Singer had worked long and hard since the day she had joined the community, making herself stronger and more present among the others. She and Healer Kalan were often seen introducing the home to newcomers here below.
Stew to a boil and Gwen on guard, she pretended to busy herself with a hole in a sock, slowly mending the moldy piece of clothing, but an eye out for anyone that would try and sneak something unwanted into her stew. It was nearly a game now for the runts to try and do so while she was out. Often she would come back finding boots or more subtly, rusted nails. Once even she found a human hand severed at the wrist, a rustic joke after the incident with Old Night and the rat, but always she laughed and tossed the unwanted ingredient. Everything was quiet for a time when all of a sudden, a howling scream came from Crawler's hole.
YOU LUURRRBBBRIC LEFTOVER! and a disheveled head came out of the hole, shaking his fist. Gwen winced but said nothing, putting down her stitching. Obtaining no answer, Crawler popped his little body out of the hole and ran over to a few feet from the Dok, tossing an empty ration can at his head.
DID YOU HEAR? DID YOU HEAR? MAGGOT OF A FOOL! Dok jumped up as he was hit and in one turn was on Crawler, yelling back in his face, spittle flying.
WHAT YOU WANT?! WHAT YOU WANT?! and BAM! a swift slap from the clawed hand and Crawler was on his ass, stunned.
Shaking quickly his head, the greedy runt held his hands on his crooked ears.
MAGGOT DOK! STITCH FLAPS OVER CRAWLER'S EARS! A wind of confusion blew (somehow, even Gwen felt it rush through) down in the room and Dok tilted his little head to the side.
I did?! he asked on a curious tone but had to repeat louder as Crawler could officially hear naught. After a closer, and rather extreme inspection of the ears, Dok came to the conclusion that the ears were plugged with something. By then, Gwen was lost in watching them both play their part in this real life comedy.
From his scary tool.. i mean healing instruments box, Dok pulled out a somewhat corkscrew looking device, a mad grin on his face.
LETS SEE IF THIS ONE WORKS! I NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO USE IT! he would have yelled close to Crawler's ear, had this one not ran away at the first sight of it and dove into his hole, feet sticking out.
NO WAY NO WAY! yelled Crawler in panic. Dok sighed and placed it away,
There will be another time my sweety.. he whispered to it, leaving a kiss on its rusted surface. She had to say something, our Singer in all her attempt to humor spoke and regretted it right away.
Maybe its a critter in there.. bait it out! Dok found the idea amusing and after retrieving Crawler (kicking and screaming) from his hole, he held squeaking mouse at the entrance of the ear.
Cmere little one.. eat tha pinky! the poor rodent squirming and squeaking for its life, alas without much success, when Dok came to the conclusion that the mouse was a bad bait, he shoved the whole thing in his mouth like a girl and a candy would have done. Slurping the tail in while in deep thought.
DOK HELP ME! I FIND NEW SHARP KNIFE FOR YOU! begged poor Crawler, tears running at his cheeks from those huge bug eyes of his, Gwen smiled weakly watching them.
After much thoughts and much failed attempts, Crawler was still deaf and Dok had used up most of his tricks.. save for one.
WE'LL MELT IT! yelled Dok at the now sore ear of Crawler whom narrowed his eyes in warning.
NO FIRE YOU ROTTEN LUMP! he yelled but Dok had already bolted toward the door to request the help of a big thug.
Help Crawler we will! Yes.! Grinned Dok mischievously and quickly pointed to his friend, the boiling cauldron. Before Gwen could get in position to defend her stew, the thug had grabbed Crawler by the ankles and was now holding him head first in the meal! She was stunned and at lost for words, her jaw dropped as he still held the runty merchant, head under, arms flailing around helplessly. A minute passed and Dok gave the OK to bring him back up. Face red and yelling, Crawler emerged
YOU FOOL YOU FOOL! hacking and cussing loudly between his wheezing and breathing. Dok laughed and laughed till he dropped to his arse, himself turning red. The thug dropped Crawler to the ground and went back to his doing, mumbling about chickens.
Furious and burnt, Crawler ran over and kicked Dok in the ribs.
YOU WANT ME DEAD! YOU MOIST WORM! Dok stopped laughing and glares at his friend.
Can you hear Crawler? Or do you want new ears? Me got.. he grinned again with that same glint of madness in his eyes. Crawler shook his head and went to kick him again but stopped, blinking his bug eyes in confusion.
I hear! I hear! You good friend!. He ran over to his hole where he found a piece a junk to offer to his savior, a few hours of peace until another argument would break out between them. Leaving poor Gwen facing her desecrated stew, flavored with ear wax and lord knows what else was stuck in the ears of the greedy runt. She couldnt let this bring her down, bravely taking a sip of the bouillon, she was curiously surprised.. it was.. delicious!
From that day on, Gwen would not always keep such close guard on her stew, It was the Drain's special.
Tomorrow is just another day.