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"HEY! YOU!!"
The Rudinn paid no mind as the Pippins approached it, simply turning its head away slightly. That seemed to rile it up more, because it began stomping.
"Stop slackin'! You gotta get back to work—I swear, you guys are nearly as bad as the Pippinses sometimes!" It flailed its arms as it ranted.
The Rudinn turned its head. "Aren't you one of those?"
"I—I'm different." The Pippins suddenly looked very smug, showing off its special color and fancy outfit. "I'm different, see? The King trusts me, and nobody else. There's not a single Darkner he trusts more than me!"
"Yeah, okay I guess."
"Wh—" The Pippins' face contorted into frustration. "I'm serious! Be serious!"
"Alright, alright, I'm going back to work now, I guess," the Rudinn relented, realizing quickly that it'd much rather deal with work than deal with more of this weirdo's ramblings. It seemed satisfied, gaze following the Rudinn as it picked its sword back up and started slinking back to its station.
The Pippins crossed its arms. "You diamonds are pretty lazy for Darkners made in the King's image. If I ever see y—"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just a normal person. Don't be such a motormouth." The Rudinn let a bit of annoyance slip into its voice. It was going, why was this guy still talking to it? "You're lucky the guy who pays us treats you so well. Most of my money goes toward rent nowadays."
"He treats me this way because I work hard to deserve it. You could stand t—"
"Whatever. Just pointing it out."
The Pippins was taken aback long enough for the Rudinn to slink fully away.