Martha nodded, relived, then turned and frowned at the cafeteria doors, saying, “Oh where is that naughty scrab? She is always getting into trouble!”
Rusty heard that and trotted over to her, “She fine! Peach is resourceful!”
“Well…”
“she fine. You worry too much, Martha.”
Niko joined them and said, “Yep, sheve beh allrwite mizz.”
“Oh, alright. Now,” She clapped her paws together, “What is there to do?”
“Dunno…Hey, I touch forehead with foot!” To show this he kicked up and whacked himself on the head, hard enough to knock himself over. Niko giggled and Martha laughed brightly. Rusty sniffed and drew himself up and dusted himself off.
“Well, you do something then!”
Niko ignored him and began to inspect his steel glove spikes, snorting slightly. Martha tapped her fingers together then suggested, “Well, why don’t we play Scrabs, Gun, Meat?” She suggested.
“Okay!”
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Galaleo sniffed and looked at Wic and said, “I wont hurt, unless you do something stupid. So don’t do that, and you’ll be fine.” He flicked his wrist and the blade clacked back into its place. He straightened and looked at Seb, “You like that? Its made of sharpened titanium, sharp enough to cut without you noticing until you see blood. Very handy for close combat. I have blasters, but I don’t think I will need them here.”
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Peach snarled and hung on as the slig flicked his hand. She kicked about, unwilling to let go.