Rogtuk's Musings: Surprise

Prompt: Draw or write about your character trying to salvage the situation.

Word Count: 271

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The present mimic lay on the floor. Torn to shreds between Seifer’s knife and Azkol ripping it between his teeth. It all happened so fast that Rogtuk wasn’t even sure what was happening. He sat on the nearest surface large and sturdy enough to hold his weight as he put his hand on his head.

“Are you all right?” Ginger asked, offering him a mug of peppermint hot chocolate. 

“I… I don’t know.” He answered, accepting the offer and taking a sip. That was nice, at least. “He’s gonna come any minute, an-”

Knock, knock, knock.

“I’ll get it.” Ginger left and opened the door, revealing a somewhat confused looking drow. He was short, but he was of course expecting a tall orc to answer the door, not an also-short cat. 

“Oh hey. This is Rogtuk’s place, right?” he asked.

“We’re just-” Ginger took a peak back inside and viewed the mess that would greet the dark elf “-visiting. Uh, maybe come back another time. It got a little-”

“It’s okay. Let him in.” Rogtuk cut her off, standing behind her as he pushed the door open. The downtrodden expression on his face was easy to read. Ginger’s ears drooped and she stepped aside.

“Wow, what happened here?” the drow asked, bringing a hand to his hair and whistling.

“I, uh- wanted to get you something. Turned out we somehow got our hands on a, uh-”

“Mimic.” Ginger found the word for him as he struggled to remember what the creature was called.

“That’s… honestly funny.” the drow took a moment to process and laughed. “Thanks for the thought at least.”