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OOC: Me been AWOL, yeahs...
IC:
Cylepso glanced down at the little mud as he asked, "Your baby...?" looking adorably curious.
She laughed, “Oh, he isn’t really mine, as he is a mudling, not a slig. I’m infertile, means I can’t have babies. Good thing, other wise I would be Mums sized, and wouldn’t be able to move, not a good way to live I might add…” She trailed off, looking thoughtful. Then she shrugged, Then female smiled, and said, “Yes, anyway, he is littler then you, and can’t really speak to well. Hes my dear, baby Tuffsey!”
She smiled in fondness.
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Lenny gave a small scream as he fall off Vesters head and collapsed on a dotted heap on the floor. His massive friend, concered, peered down at the slig, and asked, “You okay?”
“Me fine! What is with everyone? They all mad!” That was said shrilly and paniced, Lenny was getting way too hyped up.
Vester shook his massive skulk and said, “They are fine! See? All that yelling means they alive.”
OOC: as you may have noticed, Vester isn’t the brightest match in the candle shop.