[skillyaslig]

OOC: Ah, Paris! I would love to go there.
IC:
“Oh yeah, all those rumors about bad sliggies getting eaten. What a way to go…I would rather die by falling down the stairs or somethin’, at least people would find that funny. Well, I would, but I find fuzzles hilarious, for goodness sake.” Cylepso laughed.
“Mnhmam, hnmmaa.” Seb snorted.
“Yeah, I get easily humored. Still, would rather be…ermmm…Oh I don’t know, but I like who I am.” She shrugged. She glanced around and noticed Wic standing aimlessly, and called, “Hey, youngling, what you standin’ around there for? Don’t you little fellas always run around or somethin’?”
“mhnm hnmmam hnmam hmmaa?” Seb suggested.
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Jutt stared at Peach then tentatively raised his hand and gave the tiny scrab a small pat on the head, acting as though she was a savage, wild fuzzle.
“See? She’s sweet.” Jatt remarked.
Jutt glanced at his kin and glanced warily back at Peach before giving her another hesitant pat, “She’s alright, I guess…” he murmured.
“Yep, sure is.”
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Vester still was confused but decided not to bother with things he didn’t understand. Lenny stopped giggling and crawled over to the cracked table, and peered at the funny rust-colored slig that was already there, “Hey! Will you be my friend?”