Roach"EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!" An ear piercing, scratchy scream echoed all throughout the inn, loud enough to nearly shake the building and its guests. There was a distant shout saying to "knock it off!" after the commotion. It just so appears that a slimy, little, six-legged monster has disturbed the peace of brave and unafraid Wren Celandine. For a knight, he sure can't stand insects...or anything, for that matter, but bugs are one of his worst nightmares, among other things. "Ohhh..." He whimpered, staring the animal down. Her hands were made for killing dragons, not tiny demonic creatures like roaches... A bit ironic, though. Nevertheless, she could not make herself kill the damn thing. He needed help– and fast, before she begins to freak out again at it moving. He knew who he needed to call on, and he hated to do it, but he couldn’t handle this alone… "Red!" Astrid was already fed up with his whining and screeching upon seeing the roach, and with this, has already made her plan on how to deal with it. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, you big baby." She hunkered down and looked up at Wren, who was covering his eyes on the bed, then began searching the ground for the insect. She was always the resident bug catcher for them, and she would never just simply kill the poor animals with a shoe or her foot. Not that she was afraid like her dear friend, no, it was far worse than that. Far, far worse… "Close your eyes or I'll shove it in your face,” Astrid hissed. "Augh…” Wren groaned and hid his face in the blankets, not daring to peek at the sight before him. He couldn't bear to watch! It was gross– far too gross! Once she knew he wasn't looking, Astrid swiftly snatched the roach up and watched it crawl in her grasp. She apologized softly in advance, "Sorry about this, little guy.” Promptly, she threw the squirmy cockroach into her mouth. It crunched loud and uncomfortably between her sharp teeth. At this rate, Wren would need to conceal any senses he had to ignore his friend eating the poor bug. He looked up from his blankets and watched her as she licked her own hand, finishing the insect's remains. Exasperated, he whined, "You're so nasty, Red... I don't know how you do it." "They taste like chicken," Astrid replied blankly, wiping her mouth. "Nothing too different." "Oh, god..." He felt sick. It was totally different! Wren put his head in his hands and sighed. His liking for her overpowered his disgust, but wow, was it hard to watch her when she'd be so...unsanitary like this.He’s almost glad she threatened him if he looked; nobody in their right mind would want to watch their crush eat live bugs in front of them, especially not Wren. She huffed and lowered his head, poking his tongue out and staring aimlessly into the wooden floorboards as he recalls the memory in his head. “Yuck…”Plaything"Your tail is so cute!" Wren swayed Astrid's little freckled tail between his fingers, back and forth, back and forth. Ever since she revealed it to him, he wouldn't stop pestering her about how badly he wanted to play with it. With the tilt of her head, Wren asked, "How come you always hide it?" "Mmm," Astrid mumbled, "I feel like that's obvious enough. Don't you think it'd be strange seeing a person with a tail hanging from their backside?" He looked up for a second, considered his options, and cordially grinned at his friend. "I'd find it interesting. Nobody else has one like you! Unless they're hiding theirs too, hehe..." Wren was always in awe about something when it came to Astrid, and she didn't fully understand his fascination. It sort of bothered her in a way, and not particularly a bad one... It was a way in which it made her chest fill with an unfamiliar warmth and an unnerving wrack of the heart; a way in which he forced her guard down and made it impossible to let it back up. Her red tuft of hair waved to and fro in Wren's grasp as he waved it around, almost as if she was a baby playing with a new toy. "Woah!" Suddenly, it flicked! “Did you do that?" Astrid buried her head into her palms and huffed, absolutely reddened in the face. "No.""Do you control your tail or does it work on its own?" "I can control it." "So you did do that...!" Another flick! Astrid swiftly wrapped her head around and clutched her tail. "Okay, that's enough! No more playing!" "Aw man, already? That was only, like, one second!" A sad huff escaped Wren as he stared solemnly at his friend, but that sorrow was immediately wiped out by...Wren being Wren. "Well, I had fun with it," he assured, dusting off his knees as he picked himself up from off the ground. "And like I said, it is pretty cute, Red. You should leave it out more often." To this, Astrid’s heart swelled and its throbbing sensation never stalled, just like it always does with him. It's never ending, each and every time. “Psh, whatever…” She wouldn't trade it for the world.