ooc: Going home from uni tomorrow for a few days. My Mum's apparently having internet troubles so I probably won't be able to post again until Sunday.
IC:
Krik looked with somewhat uncomprehending surprise at the slig now clinging to his ankles. He had been about to throw the toy in the general direction of the waste bin in the corner but now he paused, a somewhat bemused expression on his face.
Dionysia however was not so slow on the uptake. She was also somewhat aware that it was this slig's banging about that had caused Krik to jump and hurt her with the syringe. "Now you see the sort of freaks I have to put up with in this dump," She informed Krik, before speaking to Agent, "What's some old ragged toy to you?" She shot a nasty grin at Krik, "I think we should burn the thing, to teach her some proper respect for a vykker scientist."
Krik caught the glint of playful malice in Dionysia's eye and, with his own unpleasant expression, moved the doll to his upper left hand so she wouldn't be able to snatch it off of him. He cast a curious glance at the slig at his feet, noticing at lat her oddity. He said in a smarmy voice, "Perhaps... But then you don't see many female sligs running about. You must be only the second I've seen in my life," (The first of course being Skillya), "And I'm intrigued to know how you came about. Perhaps if you sate my curiosity I might not hand this thing over to Dionysia." He gave the doll a little shake for emphasis. He was, however, somewhat skeptical; he rather doubted that any slig, even a freak female, could become emotionally attached to a doll, having spent a lot of time in his life studying the emotional capacity of sligs (which was, in his experience, somewhat less than 'very little') and was wondering if he might find some sort of illegal drug if he cut open the toy.
ooc: Slaveless, I expect to find a nice, Kixy post when I get back!
