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Alternative title: Ludvig is a little bastard to another random dude and embarrasses his mom

More often than he’d like to, Ludvig had to stay home from school due to his frequent illnesses. On these days, especially when Echo was with her other sitters, Ludvig found it increasingly difficult to amuse himself. Today was, unfortunately, one of those days. His mom was busy cleaning the portion of the inn they called their own, meaning that not only she couldn't play with him, but that he needed to stay off the floors until they were dry, lest he slips and falls. The inn hadn't been very busy for a while with summer winding down and repairs being made on the town, so Ludvig had sat alone in the parlor, glaring at the open door as if it would cause some form of entertainment through sheer force of will. He was quite surprised to find that his efforts weren't in vain; if he squinted and turned his head just right, he could just barely make out some kind of mossy rock with hair walking towards the inn. Ludvig blinked a few times to clear his head. Low and behold, the rock was a green quad approaching the inn, a spikey, intimidating fellow at that. He reviewed his options internally. The stranger could be one of three things; A customer, which wasn't likely, they hadn't had a new resident in ages except like, one guy, which hardly counted. A new hire, which would also be unlikely, since no customers meant no need for more works. It had to be arguably the most likely option, a bandit that Ludvig needed to chase off before the creep hurt his mom and robbed them blind.
Ludvig’s reaction was nearly instant as his face twisted into a snarl, his chubby legs carrying him as fast as they could towards the stranger. Ludvig skidded and tumbled to a halt in front of the quad, glaring up at him with fury rivaling a particularly threatening brimbee.
”I know what you’re up to!” Ludvig’s tiny, sickly voice chirped. ”You can't rob us, I'll beat you up you big jerk! I got-” he paused, looking down to count his claws. ”I got four claws that ain't afraid to do some damage to your nasty green self!” he snapped, his voice cracking from the strain. There was a moment of silence, the quad looking down at the angry puffball who was huffing like he’d run a mile. Before the stranger could speak, however, there was a clattering of wood against tile and the clippity clop of hooves drawing near.
Ludvig squeaked as his pale body was hoisted into the air by big fluffy claws.
He opened his mouth to attest his defiance, but his mum spoke first. ”oh dear I am so, so sorry Sir- Ludvig, apologize to the poor man, would you? I've told you time and time again, you can't just approach people like that, you’ve ought to know better!”
The embarrassed and extremely apologetic face of his mom brought the tiniest shred of guilt to Ludvig’s mind. He huffed and looked away, digging his claws into his mum’s soft fur. ”’m sorry mister” he mumbled, though he only meant it enough to appease his mum, who gave an exasperated sigh.
”we’re both terribly sorry again- ah, may we help you at all? I've ought to start lunch in a bit, we’d be happy to serve you if you’re hungry, or if you plan to stay I’d be happy to discount your room for the trouble” The red splotched biped babbled, struggling with the now squirming and embarrassed Ludvig. He didn't listen to much of their conversation, too focused on escaping his mum’s grasp, but he stopped when the quad mentioned a ”roommate”. His eyes widened a bit as his face reddened. The quad really was a customer. He mumbled another apology, interrupting their discussion about it, which yanked his mom out of her thoughts.
”Oh, yes, I don't suppose we’ll get much done standing in the doorway, please come inside Mr.Tenga, we can discuss the terms and such of the arrangement inside.”

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I almost forgot Argo and I scream. I also scream at my writing skill, but hopefully, it’s been improving.
In other news, I’m super proud of this considering my not super great paper! I think I’ll invest in some actual watercolor paints as opposed to my watercolor pencils.

Tenga belongs to CherryTrabbit ! I hope I haven’t put a wrench in things, I’ve been very excited to see big bad fish boy move in and hope I did him justice.

Angry böi and fluffy claws belong to me

5/947 Wyns

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Alternative title: Ludvig is a little bastard to another random dude and embarrasses his mom

More often than he’d like to, Ludvig had to stay home from school due to his frequent illnesses. On these days, especially when Echo was with her other sitters, Ludvig found it increasingly difficult to amuse himself. Today was, unfortunately, one of those days. His mom was busy cleaning the portion of the inn they called their own, meaning that not only she couldn't play with him, but that he needed to stay off the floors until they were dry, lest he slips and falls. The inn hadn't been very busy for a while with summer winding down and repairs being made on the town, so Ludvig had sat alone in the parlor, glaring at the open door as if it would cause some form of entertainment through sheer force of will. He was quite surprised to find that his efforts weren't in vain; if he squinted and turned his head just right, he could just barely make out some kind of mossy rock with hair walking towards the inn. Ludvig blinked a few times to clear his head. Low and behold, the rock was a green quad approaching the inn, a spikey, intimidating fellow at that. He reviewed his options internally. The stranger could be one of three things; A customer, which wasn't likely, they hadn't had a new resident in ages except like, one guy, which hardly counted. A new hire, which would also be unlikely, since no customers meant no need for more works. It had to be arguably the most likely option, a bandit that Ludvig needed to chase off before the creep hurt his mom and robbed them blind.
Ludvig’s reaction was nearly instant as his face twisted into a snarl, his chubby legs carrying him as fast as they could towards the stranger. Ludvig skidded and tumbled to a halt in front of the quad, glaring up at him with fury rivaling a particularly threatening brimbee.
”I know what you’re up to!” Ludvig’s tiny, sickly voice chirped. ”You can't rob us, I'll beat you up you big jerk! I got-” he paused, looking down to count his claws. ”I got four claws that ain't afraid to do some damage to your nasty green self!” he snapped, his voice cracking from the strain. There was a moment of silence, the quad looking down at the angry puffball who was huffing like he’d run a mile. Before the stranger could speak, however, there was a clattering of wood against tile and the clippity clop of hooves drawing near.
Ludvig squeaked as his pale body was hoisted into the air by big fluffy claws.
He opened his mouth to attest his defiance, but his mum spoke first. ”oh dear I am so, so sorry Sir- Ludvig, apologize to the poor man, would you? I've told you time and time again, you can't just approach people like that, you’ve ought to know better!”
The embarrassed and extremely apologetic face of his mom brought the tiniest shred of guilt to Ludvig’s mind. He huffed and looked away, digging his claws into his mum’s soft fur. ”’m sorry mister” he mumbled, though he only meant it enough to appease his mum, who gave an exasperated sigh.
”we’re both terribly sorry again- ah, may we help you at all? I've ought to start lunch in a bit, we’d be happy to serve you if you’re hungry, or if you plan to stay I’d be happy to discount your room for the trouble” The red splotched biped babbled, struggling with the now squirming and embarrassed Ludvig. He didn't listen to much of their conversation, too focused on escaping his mum’s grasp, but he stopped when the quad mentioned a ”roommate”. His eyes widened a bit as his face reddened. The quad really was a customer. He mumbled another apology, interrupting their discussion about it, which yanked his mom out of her thoughts.
”Oh, yes, I don't suppose we’ll get much done standing in the doorway, please come inside Mr.Tenga, we can discuss the terms and such of the arrangement inside.”

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I almost forgot Argo and I scream. I also scream at my writing skill, but hopefully, it’s been improving.
In other news, I’m super proud of this considering my not super great paper! I think I’ll invest in some actual watercolor paints as opposed to my watercolor pencils.

Tenga belongs to CherryTrabbit ! I hope I haven’t put a wrench in things, I’ve been very excited to see big bad fish boy move in and hope I did him justice.

Angry böi and fluffy claws belong to me

5/947 Wyns