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[tsuntempesta]

[He had been woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of something rustling around in the kitchen. The Storm Guardian got up gently for two reasons - one, not to wake the others that shared his bed and two - to not let whoever was in their kitchen be aware that someone had heard them. He was going to kick someone's ass - or so he thought, anyways. He quietly slipped to the kitchen, prepared to attack who ever was in there. At first, he didn't see anything. Then, he heard the sound of jostled silverware and noticed a black lump in the open silverware drawer. He moved closer to it to see some strange little black furred creature - it seemed to be trying to hoard all of the silverware - how strange. He crept closer to it now, reaching out one ringed hand to pull it out. This had been a mistake. It now leapt at his hand and he couldn't help but let out a surprised yell as the thing tried to bite the rings off of his fingers. All you could hear was a loud clatter as he backed into the counter, knocking over some pans and some very loud, very pissed cursing.

. . . Uri, more or less, just watched with some amusement from the doorway. He seemed rather unconcerned about the situation otherwise.]

[OOC: So someone has dropped off Nifflers in random apartment rooms at some point during the night. If you want to play with these cute, furry, shiny-object loving creatures, then it is totally up to you to decide if this 'mysterious mischief-maker' victimized your character's apartment.]

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{Coming out of the bedroom sword in hand ready to defend you from whatever Thal cooked up this time.}

Hayato---?!