OOC : slaveless , apologies for the wait . Ive sent you a PM , but Im not sure if you will recieve it , notify in your next post if it does , I need to know if my PMs are actually being sent : )
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Srag sat on the table , sweating , he stared right into Molts rebuilt face , and was somewhat dis heartened . He prepared for the blood transfusion .
Srag realised something about Stuey , he couldnt quite put his stubby slig finger on it , but he suddenly had a hard hatred for the slig. Stuey reminded Srag of his mafia days , but he didnt know why.
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Stuey sat on the table on the otherside of the room , he gave the occasional glance at Srag , who was staring rather unpolitely at him.
He moved behind slap as a sort of " stare shield " . He felt better now that srag couldnt see him. He looked at the removed blood sample , it looked thick , and was almost black . He knew something was wrong with him.
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Kilsa sat outside Arnies door , he had been in this situation before , but that was with 5 sligs that he knew and loved , now 4 were dead , and he had know idea what had happened to the fith . His eye socket began to throb , and he knew what he needed , he wiggled around on the floor until a red orb rolled out of his pocket . It was something Aslik had given him .
Kilsa : There we go , looks just like a glukkon eye .
He nealt over the orb and lowered his socket onto it , lodging it in his eye .
Kilsa : that will make a good fake eye , for the time being.
He continued to wait outside.
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