Out On Crack: Okay I feel better now, sorry for emo attack
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(GROUND FLOOR)
(CAFETERIA)
Population: Arnie, Otto, Krik, Dionysia, Corky, Phats, Rick, RG-49, #7, I dunno
“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…Yes, anyway, he is littler then you, and can’t really speak to well. Hes my dear, baby Tuffsey!”
Tiro beamed and nodded up at
Cylepso briskly, then heard the yowling brawl a while away from him. Agent was scrapping with Dimitrio. Well...Best leave it. He didn't want to get
Cylepso involved in another fight.
"Y'know, I think some people are a bit kooky around here..." He couldn't help but look towards Agent.
After some brief seconds of clawing at eachother whilst restrained, Dimitrio grew weary. He just didn't have as much stamina, muscle power or raw determination...Giving up, he stared blankly as she kept on trying like a fuzzle, but was too restrained by the luskan (
Silph) to do anything.
"Why are we fighting...?" He whinged as she managed to almost scratch at his mask. She paused for a moment, and actually thought about what she was doing. Her cold mask showed no expression, but there must of been something in her face...Too bad he didn't have z-ray vision.
"Dimitri...?" She choked in a faint terrified whisper. It dawned on him. Something wasn't right. The bullet scar she had tossed clues and mystery about. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"..A-are you al -" a robotic voice (
RG-49) and her sudden looking upwards cut him off.
"If you don't mind, organic, I'll intervene." They both screamed like children when something cold and metal clasped onto Dimitrio, flying them both into a thrashing panic.