OOC: Yaaay. Where is Munchy?
IC
(CAFETERIA)
That teenage yellow slig looked happy now. She could hear the flying slig hovering nearby (
Slash) talking, asking a question. She couldn't remember diddly squat before ending up on this table. She stared up at the now happy slig boy, bewildered.
"Agent!" he cried. "Is that you!? I've been looking all over for you! I found your gun and blood! I thought you were dead!" Her face was puzzled as she tried to remember. She definitely didn't recall this guy.
"Agent..." She pondered. "Wait...That's me." She froze there on the spot in fear. The pitter patter of three toed feet could be heard.
Tiro charged up to her, nearly crashing into the table. He panted, with a slap-happy look whipped across his face.
"AGENT!" He screamed out to practically the whole room. "We've been worried sick about you! You just went an Dimitwio fainted and couldn't sleep and Cylepso and Tiny and me have been wondering where you are and now you're heeeeere abd aliiiiiive!" He gasped for a long time.
He beamed up at her masked face, that only stared back coldly. There was no recollection in her mind, no reassurance she had been fine all along, no dramatic emotional reunion...His face was hurt and puzzled, but he received no comfort. He stared at the floor, hiding a face that would swell up with mudokon tears.
"Its....Tiro..." He tested her. "I'm Dimitri's friend...We hang out, sorta..." She didn't even seem to respond. Shaken and pale, he said no more and wandered over to a table to get that glass of water Dimitrio needed.
She stared down at the table. She could recollect small things. Talking with that Dimitrio guy, joking like they were old friends...But were they? She could recall nothing before that; it made no sense. She didn't feel like the friendly chatty type either. With her head lowered, she sobbed weakly, trying to silence her sad sounds. She wouldn't be caught crying in public if her life depended on it...Not like she had a choice in the matter. She sobbed as she failed to remember who was who.
(OUTSIDE R&R)
Dimitrio still didn't stir, despite being prodded by
Lenny. His leg twitched and he groaned, muttering "Down, bag slog..." before slipping back into being conked out again.