On the thick and lonely (being the only one on that side of the tree) branch that pointed at the school doors, almost directing the students to lessons, Malus slept casually. The hustle and bustle of the early morning students was flowing around the Groundskeeper, almost as if he was sleeping in a soundproof bubble. The students knew who he was, but it didn’t stop them wondering how he could get away with it, most just laughed at him and carried on their way.
He was laying on his back, his hands wrapped tightly behind his head one leg bent up on the branch, and the other hanging off the side, gravity tugging on it ever so slightly. The students were amazed at his sense of balance, if only they knew that it was second nature to an Elf… and further Assassin training took it to the utmost perfection. Not even the delinquent students could knock him down with the tiny rocks they threw at his body, it stirred him slightly, and sent them scurrying along.
He slept peacefully for quite awhile whilst the students started to fill the school, when a small creature fell out of the tree and onto Malus’ chest. The creature seemed to sit on it’s behind, bushy tail sticking into the air, and stared at Malus.
The Groundskeeper felt a slight weight on his chest and cracked open his right eye. Staring back at him was a small grey furry creature, with pointy ears, bushy tail and whiskers. Malus raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
May I help you? Or are you quite comfortable there?
Almost in response to his question the small creature curled into a tight ball on the Groundskeepers chest and continued to stare at him, with it’s black beanie eyes. It started to lick it’s hind paw, casually cleaning itself.
I’m sorry little creature… But… What the fuck?
The creature blinked and made a small high pitched squeak. Then started to jump on Malus’ chest, who had no idea what this creature was trying to do. But now that he was awake, it was time to eat.
Sorry little buddy, no time to play. It’s chow time!
Malus grabbed the creature by the scruff of the neck and planted it further down the branch. He then jumped down onto the ground. He had a long, drawn out stretch, and as he was about to set off for the cantina, the creature jumped onto his head.
Oh my god! What are doing? Get off my head you idiot!
The creature jumped from his head and to his right shoulder, and brushed Malus’ ear with it’s tail, it seemed as though it was saying he meant no harm, and was just curious.
If I wasn’t so hungry, you’d be gone. But I feel lenient to day. And you seem smarter than some of the students here.
Malus walked through the school, creature perched on his shoulder, creating all sorts of looks from the student and staff. He didn’t care, this creature was interesting, and apparently somewhat intelligent. He reached the cantina and ordered himself a full breakfast, found a seat near the back of the hall, and started to eat. As he was chomping on a sausage, the creature ran down his arm and started nibbling on his toast, and was thoroughly enjoying it.
That’s my toast runt!
Malus stood up abruptly and started lecturing the creature about how not to steal his food, but it didn’t care, it was busy eating. All it achieved was the attention of puzzled students, wondering why the Groundskeeper was arguing with… a Squirrel.