Far within the dimly lit room, barely kept visible by dying candlelight, a figure crouches low to the dust smothered floor, back hunched forward as the tattered fabric of their tail coat stirs up the slightest flurry of lost time's manifestation, dark hues flicking warily across the weakly dancing shadows brought forth from the low light source, barely making sense of the dark shapes through the tattered mess that served as a fringe.
The figure's head twitched slightly as their attention was caught elsewhere, cracked lips parted as each breath hung like winter rags in the open air, some evidence of life to this individual.
A scratch.
The scraping of wood.
Claws.
Without a second of hesitation, an rag wrapped arm was extended to a dark and damp panel of wood to their left, a smile gifted to the rather large rodent sat upon their open palm, fingernails as sharp as a tailor's needle and as long as a pinky's 3rd joint.
"News. Give news. Words among kin, among friends."
Softly spoken with the gentle chime of youth laced the individual's words as they spoke to the rat, such vocals too delicate for such appearances.
Each squeak and twitch of little button noses appeared to make sense to the figure, smiles and cryptic murmurings softly traded back and forth, for ears aligned to whispers amongst the shadows.
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