Martha flicked her hand and said, “Scrab.”
“Oh blast!” Rusty glared at his hands, which formed a piece of meat, “You eat me.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll win for sure next time!” Martha exclaimed, smiling. What Rusty didn’t know, is that she knew exactly what he was going to play. For Scrab, he would widen his eyes slightly, for Meat, he would tilt his head, for Gun, he would fidget from foot to foot. But, being who she was, she let him win the majority of the time, and comforted him when he lost. She was about to start another round when a Mudokon (Rick) came up to her. She listened then smiled brightly, “If you wish, sir.”
Rusty rapidly got bored and started to drift about, glancing about, and humming a random tune.
Niko was still inspecting his gloves. He looked at the wall next to him and punched it, leaving 3 deep holes where his spikes had hit. He grinned and poked the holes with a finger.
“You bad. Damage area.” Rusty said as he trotted past.
“Nop, I dohnt. Justta sheefing dat thizz tings arft ghood.”
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Galaleo snorted and flexed his bird-claws, then clapped his hands together, “Then shall we proceed to the…urmm…cafeteria?”