Wardrobe

Villager: Zatarin Ezigark

Might stand a chance against you when I get all the pieces to the new build I am planning on making. Should effectively block 85% of all incoming damage if everything stacks and works correctly ;)

"I'm not that awkward. Besides! It'll be fine. I'll know it's my fault." Killian was already heading back to his bed, waving as Zatarin left.

"Someone who stabs you for money!" He called, before laughing at the door slamming then opening again.. "GOODNIGHT!" It didn't take long for him to fall back asleep, still laughing. What an absurd man.

"Hm. Then perhaps you're right about the prank. Though I'm sure he could probably sell his glitter bomb boxes. People enjoy paying others to do pranks for them." Killian stretched a little and tossed the book aside, nodding as Zatarin continued about how he was a bad influence, ylarg... bla bla... yes.
"Oh! I wasn't insinuating you couldn't do it yourself. I believe it is polite to offer, though. Oh! We are friends. Lovely. I'll be sure not to follow your influence, I'm sure it will be fine." Killian smiled, a little dopey-looking due to still being tired.

"Hm. You should practice walking backwards. Fortunately the hallway is straight, so you can't get caught on a corner." The buck carefully sat Ralph on another nest atop the dresser, stifling another yawn.
"Oh! You don't have to knock. Just come in. I only lock the door at night, because Ralph insists. Have a good night, Zatarin. Try not to frighten any vagrants too badly." The buck giggled, waving as Zatarin backed up like one of those work vehicles that beeped.

Killian laughed, shaking his head. "I suppose not, since this book is also likely out of date. I don't know when it was printed." He sat the book down and hummed, listening to his guest talk. "Maybe he bought too much at a sale, and didn't know what else to do with it but hide it. Does he seem like he eats glitter?" It was a dumb question, but the buck was tired and trying to be funny.

"I think it would be interesting to go outside and instead of snowdrifts, it'd be glitter drifts. You see people shuffling around shoveling glitter out of their driveways." He waved a hoof absently, a lopsided grin on his face. "You don't have to apologize for rambling. I find it very informative. Besides, I feel like a real friend of yours when I listen to you." Killian blinked, before humming. "Yes, I probably should get back to sleep. I can walk you to the door...?" Ah here was the awkward that had slipped away. The buck coughed quietly. "You're welcome. I sent a giftbasket because I didn't want to drop by uninvited. But I guess now I'm invited, I'll just. Swing by. Whenever."

Killian looks thoughtful for a moment, before shuffling over to a small book that reads 'Slang Talk For Dummies Vol. 2' and flips through. "The book says it means, cheap or sleazy... so I suppose yes, since what was in the basket were sweets and not cheese." He turned a wry smile on Zatarin.
"Though it also seems to mean something akin to over-dramatic in a romantic sense, and I certainly didn't intend for it to be anything more than a friendly gesture." Awkwardness slowly dissipating.

He snorts at the antler-flicking, but doesn't seem overly displeased. "Ah, so that was you. I appreciated the impromptu redecorating of my living room. It was rather difficult to clean up, so I just left it until Haze yelled at me." Killian would never claim to be a model tenant. "In any case, I doubt I'd consider you that big of an ass. I still get confused by how you speak, but I'll figure it out eventually."

"Ralph is priceless." He laughed, shaking his head. The rodent sniffed the air for a moment, before settling back down. Killian blinked, squinting at Zatarin again.
"You picked the lock? Hm. I'll have to look into that, if you can do it, probably someone else could too." The buck paused for a moment, before rubbing the back of his neck. "Cheesy? You didn't like it?" He seemed... disappointed. Oh well.

"I heard that people liked them, so I thought I'd send you one. Everything tasted pretty good, and I figured you'd like free food... sorry if it bothered you." Awkward. So. Very. Awkward.

Ralph settled on Killian's head, toussling the short hair there into even more of a mess. The buck snorted, and got up off of the floor, stretching with another yawn.
"True. I suppose I should say good morning." He gave Zatarin a quizzical look, before shrugging a shoulder. "I wasn't aware one must be fashionable to sleep. Besides! These were on sale." He could pride himself on finding a good bargain, after all. The buck clicked his tongue and shook his head slowly.
"If it were anyone but you, I assure you they would be greeted properly. As for wondering how you got here... aren't you magical, or something? I recall seeing you phase out of existence at least once before. Perhaps you don't need to use a door."

"I suppose you expect me to freak out... but I'm just going to take the high road and admit that I am just too tired to properly entertain you." He took a breath, before squinting at Zatarin. "Shall I fine you for committing a social call?"

Killian was still half-asleep, Ralph insistently tugging his ears in an effort to wake him up. How he'd acquired the rodent was still a mystery to him, the little guy had simply shown up one day and made the nest in the corner of the apartment. Killian had brought home a ton of nuts and other things for his new roommate, and they'd been friends ever since. It was nice to have some company, even from a pet.

The fur on the back of his neck stood on end and he yawned, missing the initial materialization of Zatarin in the door to his bedroom. His ears caught the slamming and he choked for a moment on air, before scrambling slightly in place, his hooves slipping on the hardwood for a moment before the buck fell on his butt with a loud thud. Killian opened his mouth to say something, but instead only coughed, waving one of his paw-hooves absently.

Ralph chittered with amusement, tail twitching. Eventually Killian caught his breath again.
"Good evening, Zatarin." Ignore the ninja-star print pj's.

There's a soft rustling in the corner of the room, which has a couch along with a kitchenette. Something pops out from between the couch and launches at Zatarin, chittering excitedly.

Zatarin has startled the Ralph!

The rodent doesn't seem angry or anything, and after investigating for a bit, zips off down a very short hallway. Not long after, there's a rustling from the bedroom.
"Coming, coming..."

A very neatly wrapped basket full of various baked goodies appears on your doorstep, with an equally ornate card. The outside of the card is embellished with gold leaf on good crimson and purple paper. The scrawling script glitters as you read it.

"Maddox's Magical Meringues & Messages - a gift for every occasion"

Inside the basket is an assortment of cookies, pastries, and at least two loaves of cinnamon sweetbread. The inside of the note is penned in blue ink, contrast in every way to the beautifully composed outside of the card... the words within are almost scrawled sheepishly - as if someone holding the pen had a hard time of it. It reads;

'Zatarin,

Please accept these treats and my sincerest apologies for our argument so long ago. I am a coward and I hope one day to eventually be able to swallow my pride and be able to laugh about simple disagreements instead of run from them.
P.S. I tried to get the baker to put black and purple icing on the sugar cookies but he refused. Something about black food coloring making teeth fall out? Stay away from that stuff.

Respectfully,
Killian'