Cohost writing prompt: @spy-thief-assassin-who — Thief who desperately wishes to stop finding skeletons-in-closets
“Nyaaaaaaaaaagh!”
Kitty’s piercing shriek is enough, finally, to rattle Geneviève’s nerves, too. She kicks open the door, sword drawn, to find the rogue shaking and kicking another flimsy skeleton to pieces on the floor.
“Arsebite!” Gené curses. “I thought you were murdered!”
“I swear to gods,” Kitty says, teeth chattering, “the necromancer hired us for this himself, he’s spying on us with a crystal ball and wanking.”
“Do not scream like that!”
“I opened another of these fucking cupboards!” Kitty wails. “And there was no barely-animated skeleton with grabby hands inside so I started looking for, you know, anything, and it shoved itself off the fucking shelf at the top!”
Gené looks at the closet, at the shelf, and narrows her eyes at the absolutely malicious fake-out after nearly a dozen prior closets with the skeleton stuffed in them standing up.
“Wanking?” she says, half-resigned, half-angry, clutching her sword hilt.
“Wanking,” Kitty says, and hiccups. “Fucking wizards, shady as fuck.”
Well, there’s probably no fucking treasure at the top of the tower if some arcane creep’s just getting his jollies prodding at Kitty with his manky bones, so—
“Fuck it. Let’s burn it down,” Gené says.
