Rumble

Who the hell's being so loud this early in the morning?!

-myself."

"Ugh. Okay okay, don't get so worked up over it. I get it. Maybe this'll be a lesson for you not to mess with any monsters from outside of Bandle."

He glanced towards his garage, where his precious war machine awaited.

"If he's gonna keep stomping around my turf though, I'll have to evict him-

Rumble rubbed the bridge of his nose a few times.

"And that's why he's stomping around my junkyard? Cause you're hiding out here?"

Rumble let out an exasperated sigh. At least she was telling the truth this time...possibly.

"Yeah? And what do you want me to do about it? Sounds to me like this is another mess you gotta clean up."

"Not sure I'd call it "nice". Looks more like Shurima just blew through here."

He scowled with arms crossed, even as each heavy stomp caused him to pop up from the ground briefly.

Rumble squints as something or some/one/ starts causing the junkyard to shake.

He's got a pretty good idea who, too...

"...Uh..." He's been engulfed by a looming shadow...this can't be good.

Rumble gasped, but the towering feline’s hand would wrap around him firmly.

“Gah! Hey! Leggo of me this instant!”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sure. You gotta learn not to rely so much on magic anyways. It’s fickle, chaotic, and unpredictable.

Stuff like this though? Your own hard work? I KNOW I can trust that.”

Sneering at the towering feline, Rumble would charge right at him, and attempt to deliver a swift kick to his shin!

Rumble however, would not budge on this issue one bit.

“Oh, I’m sorry, maybe you should have thought about that before you turned my workshop into a glitter factory. Now, get to it!”

“Pfft! You think I can’t handle a tubby schlub like you? I’m gonna enjoy this…I won’t even need my mech!”

He puts up his dukes.

“UP UP UP!”

He holds out a gloved palm in her face.

“No magic. Magic got you into this mess, your butt better believe I won’t let it get you outta it. You’re gonna clean, and I’m gonna sit here and watch until it’s done PROPERLY.”

-emerged with one hand fixing up a now disheveled mohawk. The other one had a broom and dustpan, which he tossed at Lulu’s feet.

“Clean. NOW.”

Rumble takes a deep breath. In, and out, through the nose and then the mouth. He walks into the garage, and shuts it behind him.

A slew of muffled curses can be heard screaming from inside the yordle’s compromised workshop, along with some metal banging.

Eventually, the garage opened. Rumble-

“Short stuff?! You got some damn nerve, tubs!”

He points defiantly up at the mechanic.

“This here’s MY junkyard, got it? So beat it, before I kick you out myself!”

What a little loudmouth…

"Hmm..."

He'd narrow his eyes, before gripping the garage's shutter. Without any hesitation, he'd yank it up to see what the damage was...!

He was literally seconds away from opening it before coming to a stop, turning to squint at the purple sorceress.

"And why shouldn't I?"

"'Kay."

Rumble turns to start heading towards his garage, all the while thinking about how he's gonna punish Lulu for the mischief she no doubt caused.

"Mhm. So I'm gonna take a look inside my workshop and everything'll be exactly as I left it?"

"Wouldn't happen to be stuff that could break MY stuff, would it?"

"Whaddya doing?"

"Lulu."

Rumble squints a little bit. He can FEEL that things got a bit more...purple.

“Yeah? Well scram, bub! Place is occupied, and I don’t need some overgrown feline making a mess of things!”

"Hey! Who said you could use this junkyard!?"

"Who the hell's causing that damn ruckus?"