"Stop talking to me, 糞たれ."

It was the response someone would always get from Pest whenever attempting some sort of idle conversation. He hated conversing with those lower than him. Pathetic little ants. Disgusting, putrid beings don't even deserve the same air he breathes.

Especially you.. to him, you were the lowest of the low. A pay pig he can occasionally steal coins from when you're not looking, and will never find out he did such a thing.

It was entertaining, to say the least.. how dumb you were. He liked the dumb in you.. so easy to control. "Come here." He growls through his teeth, pulling you close and placing his hand on your lower back, his face in your neck. His grin widens as you have yet to notice it was a ploy to pickpocket you.