Ophelia shook Cylepso's hand. "I'm Ophelia." She said, smiling. "I'd really appriciate the help. I need to find him before he runs off and kills himself."
While this was being said Mola was slowly sneaking under the tables, careful not to make a sound. He wove around chairs and carefully crept behind a trashcan near the wall, his mouth still stuffed with food.
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Skelter frowned. "I might not be a vykker, mud, but that don't mean I don't like to cut things apart." She eyed the mudokon (Dionysia) critically, and a faint chuckle entered her voice as she leaned forward and said "Shouldn't you be cleaning a floor somewhere?"
Out of Coffee: Bleh, quickie.
