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Summary:

‘Chyp regretted the question as soon as he voiced it, but he couldn’t seem to stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. “You ever shot anyone?”

The sheriff was very clearly thrown off by this inquiry.’

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Alternatively, a short conversation between Chypthronyus and Vathryus.

Notes:

This work will be entirely inaccurate, either because of the lack of official content or the fact that I decided to take a few creative liberties.

These are all my interpretations of these characters and a stilted attempt at writing my two favourites interacting. The following conversation would likely never occur in canon.

So, for in this story:
- Vath has been sheriff for about a year
- Giro’s friend has gone missing, currently reporting that to the police

Okay

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

The silence of the waiting room was deafening.

Well, it wasn’t really.

There was absent chatter a few meters away, the clock ticking at an unremarkable volume, footsteps vibrating though the floor, and some obscure background music was drifting out of a speaker. In all ways that mattered, the police station was bustling.

Still, Chyp felt as though the silence between him and the man sitting in front of him was unreasonably loud.

“So, er… you’re the sheriff?”

Vathryus glanced up from the floor. “Yes, I am.”

He regretted the question as soon as he voiced it, but he couldn’t seem to stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. “You ever shot anyone?”

The sheriff was very clearly thrown off by this inquiry.

“Uh- no? I am still fairly new to this job.”

“Yeah, yeah, was a stupid question.”

God, that was awkward. Why would he ask something so embarrassing? Not to mention, insensitive. He’d be careful with his words, now, to make sure that he didn’t come off as weirder than he already did.

“What about stabbing?”

“Yes, out of self defence.”

Chyp did his best to suppress the impressed scoff. He did not succeed.

“Did it work?”

“What?”

“Did you get out unharmed?”

In response to this, Vathryus raised his arm. A raised, pale, jagged line — barely two inches long — stood out against the rest of his hand.

Chypthronyus found himself leaning forwards, almost in awe.

The conversation flowed naturally after that — Vathryus was, surprisingly, a show off. He gestured animatedly as he told the tale of how he got his scar, as well as incidents of which he remained unscathed. Chypthronyus listened intently, mentally comparing the sheriff’s tales to various action movies he had seen in the past (some of the greater qualities humans offered).

This interaction came to an end after Giro stepped out of the door, waving goodbye to the detective behind her.

“We will be sure to handle the situation, do not worry.”

“Thank you, this means a lot to me,” Giro smiles half heartedly, very clearly exhausted.

“Have a fine evening, you two,” Vathryus nodded as a final dismission.

He and Girothryus said their goodbyes and finally left the station.

Notes:

“Erm it was actually stated that Vath doesn’t have any scars-“ LALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU

This was mostly just written for the sake of writing an interaction. Once the canon stuff is out, I may update this so that it aligns with the lore. I haven’t ever written a completed story outside of school projects, so please be patient with me. ‘Give me prompts,’ I plead.

Advice is much appreciated as long as it remains civil and respectful. Thank you for reading!