"Alright, let's go pick up our third," Ravin says as she heads out of her bedroom, Garroth following close behind as always. "Who do we have today?" Ravin asks blankly to a mid rank. "Lance," they reply, Garroth can hear the nervous aftertone in their voice. A slightly annoyed look flashes across Ravin's face. A tall figure walks over, neutral expression and formal clothes. "Let's go," Ravin says sternly in a firm tone, speaking their first language as he doesn't know English. "Yes ma'am," Lance responds, voice steady and monotone. Garroth has never liked it when they have to bring a third. He hates the way they act like robots, too well trained for their own good. Noticing his tenseness Ravin moves up her grip on Garroth's leash to pull him closer. "Calm, it won't be long," Ravin whispers to him, patting the top of his head in a comforting way. Relaxing at this Garroth does his best to ignore Lance, focusing on walking alongside Ravin.
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RandomBits of writing based off one word prompts. ('19) - written in 2019 ('20) - written in 2020 ('21) - written in 2021
