Out of Coffee: Grubbs are cute. ^^
And i've been using the 'out of coffee' thing for as long as I can remember, so I don't know where it started exactly...
BIC:
"Yeah, I'm a girl, right on, eh? Though I think you have a better deal, at least you have other girls to hang around with. I get stuck with all the fatheads and morons who get drunk and shoot each other all the time."
Ophelia grinned. "Its not much better where I come from. But anyway, I---"
She was cut off when she heard a vykker (Krik) shout out "You, slig! Shoot that mud! He's dangerous!"
Ophelia took that to be a very rude remark, as Cylepso seemed to be a nice person who didn't deserve to be referred to as 'slig', but she kept silent. And besides, the mudokon (Ark) approaching didn't seem so dangerous. Sure, he looked pretty angry... he was walking pretty hard... and he was glowing, but...
"What the heck?" Ophelia cursed, fumbling with her cherry-pink uzi. She didn't know what this guy's problem was, but she didn't want him to get too close.
Meanwhile Mola poked his head out from under the table, frowning.
'What's everyone's problem?' He wondered, dropping his guard and stepping out of hid hiding spot, eyes fixed on the glowing mudokon. 'Is there anybody normal here at all?'
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Skelter opened an eye, the punk rock still blasting from her headphones, and nearly jumped when she saw what she had been missing. The mud brat looked pissed, the nosy mud looked determined (if not a little emo), and that vykker that the brat had been practically swooning over looked frightened. Whatever was bothering him, Skelter decided without even considering who he could possibly be, he deserved. Skelter turned off her headphones and stood up from where she was slouching. Things were finally getting interesting.
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