TEARDRINKER + tanning hide

[MICK]

An ear twitches as the tom picks up on the sound of encroaching footfalls. The noise almost resembled clicking, in a way. He halted his work, and his attention to his craft was severed, for Mick now concerned himself over who would willingly subject themselves to this vile odour - well, who else would do so. The feline's answer came rather quickly, because when he pivoted around and moved to the table's edge, he saw that Alwaysdead was already there. "Mother of all-" he gasped aloud, having not expected someone to be there. Her silence only added to his apprehension - not that she could help it - as anyone else would have already announced their presence.

Taking half a moment to collect himself, the tabby exhales from the bottom of his throat before leaping from his workstation. Landing a cat's length away from the woman, he briefly scans the three-legged creature's features before offering a more formal greeting. "Salutations," he remarks respectfully, dipping his noggin in a nod. Alwaysdead deserved credit for taking an interest in what he had to offer. "There's confusion in your eyes, sweetie," the tabby went on, "and I don't blame you. What I'm doing is tanning a hide, turning it into leather, so I can use it to make some sort'a armour or weapon." That, or sell it outright. If her curiosity persisted, chances are that he would try to peddle it to her.