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Merel squeaked as she tugged on a patch of red hair from the top of the head of the familiar reaper, the soft notes of music lingered in the air before dissipating.

“Hu….. Oh… What do you want Merel?” Joachim replied as he tried to peer up at her without leaning his head too far back not that she would fall off the little thing was more likely to pull his hair out. The other white mice moved from their zombie like stances and started to wiggle around impatiently as the spell of the music wore off. Looking down at them the reaper let out a sigh, “Oh forget it… I’ll give up for today…” With that he tucked the flute into his pocket and dusted the grass and dirt from his pants as he stood up.

Still squeaking Merel pointed in a direction towards a shed as a tail of some mouse to rat creature disappeared behind it. Shrugging his shoulders he followed after, “hey where are you… oh…”

It was a rat… and more than one… and some unfamiliar boil with a can of spray paint in hand.

Joachim stared at the boil stiffly as he folded his arms across his chest despite not being particularly fond of rats let alone the rather disgusting idea of roaches he felt sort of bad for the ones that had gotten a coat of silver over their bodies.

“I’m not sure what your doing……” He replied in a flat voice looking at the can of spray paint and to the seeds on the ground. It was possible that he was making silver seeds but what was the point? Cheating?

Wait… wait a minute his mind finally processing the last set of words he had set, “ A dame? You think I’m a dame? Do these look like boobs to you?” He replied pressing the palms of his hands to his chest and wiggling them up and down, “I think not.”

“Ew…” Joachim muttered under his breath as the boil dug his nose, he wasn’t sure if he could even smell the spray paint on his finger tips. He wasn’t exactly intimidated by the boil’s threats though the idea of him just touching him with the finger that he had just stuck up his nose an no telling where else made him cringe.

“I like my hair just the way it is thank you, and I don’t think you have to worry about me snitching with whatever your doing…” He replied holding his hands up with the palms facing out as a shiver ran down his spine of disgust, “no worries there just don’t... touch me.”

He was amazed however when the base moved shifting from its position and snatching up a rat gobbling it down as if it was just a midday snack. Merel squeaked softly before clinging tightly to his head, the others started to run up his leg into various pockets.

Joachim pressed his fingers to his lips as baby barf rose in his throat as two roaches fell from his cap, this boy was the last person in Amityville that he wanted to be around at the moment.

“All of my mice have names,” he replied trying to swallow everything in his stomach down, “and they are my friends not food…” He stared at the bass before pressing his fingers to his lips again. If it wasn’t for the fact that his face as already ghastly pale he would have looked extremely sick, however that didn’t change the fact that he particular gagged as more roaches ran out from the boil’s pants.

“No..no I don’t think we are from the same cloth or if we are its certainly a long stretch between the two and if this job entails be working for you I’d rather pass… I’m sure you wouldn’t want my help anyways.” If Joachim had to describe himself tough was the last word in his list to do so.

“Oh…” Joachim replied looking at the edge of the wooden flute that stuck out of his pocket, he had merely assumed that the boil’s lack of hygiene and roach crawling was a living choice not exactly the same as his mice.

“I guess we are… a little similar though clean is more of a word than froo-froo,” Joachim replied staring at the boil’s open hand before gritting his teeth together and lightly placing it in the boil’s open one. A shiver went straight up his spine as his stomach turned, “Joachim Von Helmar it is also… a pleasure I assume to meet you as well, and I like my nose the way it is... If you don't mind me asking your rats and roaches... don't have names do they?”

Oh jackdamnit he hoped that a roach wouldn’t crawl on him from the boil or otherwise he was sure to end up with a new pair of colored shoes.

Joachim almost screamed as the roaches started to head towards his hand but as the reaper made an attempt to almost shake it out of his socket they flew all over the place. Oh jack he hoped none of them landed on his head, he didn’t feel it but if they did Merel was sure to let him know.

“Foam? Like as in diseased and rabid? EWWWWWWW!” Joachim shook from the shiver running through his body hoping the reaper would let go of his hand, but instead he did what he feared he drew him closer.

He tried to hold his breath as Enzo whispered to him about the bass eating the rats, he wondered if the reaper knew what a bath was or how his breath smelt not that he wanted to know personally.

“So they are just food to the.. bass?” He sort of looked at him in disbelief it was, “a little cruel isn’t it?”

Joachim just stared as the rats trembled in fear, if it wasn't for the matter of fact that the little creatures were full of disease and rather disgusting in nature he would have picked it up and told it was ok.

"Err I think I will have to pass on that, I'm rather fond of my mice they are more of my friends versus weapons personally." He looked at the rats again, they were bigger than his mice that was sure but how much of a fight could a rat do in fear?

Well maybe if it was life and death?

Merel on the other hand gave a loud squeak as she shook her tiny fist at the boil.