IC
(GROUND FLOOR)
(CAFETERIA)
Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Rick, Arnie, Krett, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Kotez, Roy, Otto
That mud (
Rick) seemed too happy for Scarface's liking. Smug, even. He wanted to sock him in the face so badly but couldn't reach. That pansy
Tiny wouldn't let go of him.
"Seems you found a proper mate you can play with. Have fun, you two."
Rick said, shooting an encouraging grin at Tiny. With that, he left for the exit.
Scarface just rolled his eyes before realizing he had been talking mainly to Tiny. He landed hard on his shoulders after being dropped. He whined and attempted to flee with just his hands and was snatched back up by the left leg.
Cylepso was optimistic as usual. She took this as good news.
Dimitrio on the other hand was still worried sick about
Agent. First he thought she hated his guts, then she just seemed to regret it and forget who he was. Then she seemed to have remembered something else urgent. Who the Hell was Mr. Sprinkles? Did he matter to her more than he did? He felt rejected either way.
"Really?! That great! It least you know she isn't hurt...Maybe its just stress? Where is she?" She asked with excitement.
Dimitrio coughed weakly.
“She...Ran out, I – I have no idea...” He croaked. A lack of food was getting to him. Luckily, he thought, no one seemed to even raise a brow about how underweight he was.
Staring shyly at the floor, he didn't notice Tiny stomp up to him until turning around and flinching. He had
Scarface dangling too close for comfort near him. How he hated and feared that guy...
He eeped and edged away behind Cylepso. Still he was too close.
Scarface looked around and whispered three words to him. They made Dimitrio tense up and freeze on the spot. From anyone else they'd be just plain awkward, but from him, someone who had installed fear into his mind from an early age, they were just plain insane and lacked logic.
Tiny didn't like seeing fights or violence, but he wanted that jerk punished. The glukkon (
Arnie) didn't seem to of noticed the scuffle. Besides, he was a glukkon, mudokon-beating was allowed in practically every place...Except this one, but
Tiny didn't know that.
He held the dangling slig out to Cylepso to deal with.
“Cy, Scarface hit Tiro and made him cry.” He ratted him out. Tiro sniffled in agreement, rubbing his bruised arms with watery eyes. They were both cut off from going on because Dimitrio screamed and bolted for the door.
(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)
Population: Rick?
Dimitrio slammed the door behind him and sat infront of it, leaning his back against it as he shivered. He wouldn't forget what he had said...It terrified and sickened him to no end. Why him? Why him of all sligs? He wasn't even supposed to feel or let alone think that; they were just sligs. He thought he hated him. Now it just made no sense. Did he still hate him? Had he even hated him all along? Was he just lying to hurt him?
He held his masked face in his hands and sobbed like he had so many times. He couldn't understand it. He wanted Agent badly.
(FIRST FLOOR)
(DEK'S LAB)
Population: Krik, Dionysia,
That weird mudokon (
Dionysia) yelled for some reason. An old cranky voice snapped.
"What on Odd was that?" Probably the vykker (
Krik) demanded.
Shakily, Agent pulled herself onto the table so her tail dangled off and she could see the moody tripod. He had a syringe and an unhappy mudokon (
Dionysia) with him.
Staring at the vykker for a moment, she promptly gave him the biggest finger she could then fell back down onto the hard floor and swore out loud.
“F@&$!”