[After all the drama he's seen unfold—courtesy of the thorns surrounding the town—Berkut has no faith in anything that doesn't belong to him. He eyes the scales with distaste. It doesn't escape his notice that they seem to be piled in such a way that it would be difficult for him to get past.
How troublesome.
Since there's little he can do about the pile, he takes to glowering at it while he considers a means of disposing them indirectly.]
[They're definitely as difficultly and inconveniently placed as possible. There also seems to be an overwhelming amount of purple scales, though there are a few of every color scattered around the house and in his way.
Whenever possible.
Good luck Berkut.
The culprit, of course, is sitting casually at the kitchen table, kicking her legs casually.]
[With the feet that never stay put. Honestly, she's the most restless creature on which he's laid eyes. Berkut cranes his neck to put her in his sights.]
Perhaps the worst part of this is that Berkut doesn't actually know what each scale does. He's only heard of fire-breathing and seen the compulsion to fly. All he knows is that he doesn't want to go near them.
More importantly, this is not their home!]
It's a mess. Have it cleaned up before the day's end.
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How troublesome.
Since there's little he can do about the pile, he takes to glowering at it while he considers a means of disposing them indirectly.]
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Whenever possible.
Good luck Berkut.
The culprit, of course, is sitting casually at the kitchen table, kicking her legs casually.]
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[With the feet that never stay put. Honestly, she's the most restless creature on which he's laid eyes. Berkut cranes his neck to put her in his sights.]
Did you do this?
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[Tee hee.]
Aren't they lovely?
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They're in the way. Clean them up.
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[Ah.
Here we go.]
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How did you even manage to do this?
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I used magic!
[That is a Lie.]
Now our home is sparkly and pretty. [And covered in poisonous scales.]
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Perhaps the worst part of this is that Berkut doesn't actually know what each scale does. He's only heard of fire-breathing and seen the compulsion to fly. All he knows is that he doesn't want to go near them.
More importantly, this is not their home!]
It's a mess. Have it cleaned up before the day's end.
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I still don't wanna. I'm not going to.
If you want them gone, pick them up yourself!
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No. I will not.
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Then they're staying! Our house will remain beautiful and sparkly.
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Your taste for furnishing leaves much to be desired.
[In fact, it disgusts him so much that he turns right back around.]
I'm going outside.
[To his horse, whose company is far more preferable to that of Renne's.]
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Your scales will still be there when you get back]