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Watching your new pals hiss and spit at each other like a pair of alley cats, a sudden realization hits you… you’ve got to <span class="mu-i">do</span> something!
Quietly taking your bowl and moving out of the way of the inevitable fight, you bring the bowl to your lips… but find yourself hesitating. Guys, you groan as the two start to square up, you’re gonna get us kicked oooouuuuttt… and it’s <span class="mu-i">wet</span> outsiiiiidee….
If the girls hear you, they sure don’t show it! Putting your bowl down as gently as you would a savory, steaming child, you situate yourself between the furious females and hold out your hands to separate them! Okay, you sigh, let’s simmer down a l<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>
Caught between a Spinner and a hard place, your eyes pop out of their sockets as your body is squeezed between the two girls like a chew toy!
“AAAAHH! Anton!”
“ROOKIE!”
Snapping out of their collective stupidity, TT and Volka both rush to assist you as you crumble like an old candy wrapper onto the inn’s sticky, greasy floor!
“Are you okay!?” Sputters the Spinner as she frantically smacks your face with her bushy tail! “Hells, why does this <span class="mu-i">ALWAYS</span> happen!?”
“Wake up, Ant!” Stammers the Skog as she furiously smacks your face with her scaly tail! “Hells, why does this <span class="mu-i">ALWAYS</span> happen!?”
That’s… a good point… actually… you reply, stuffing your eye back into its socket with your thumb as you unpeel yourself from the floor! All three of you have some pretty rotten luck, huh?
“Eh?” Asks Tzah-Tzie as she cocks her head to the side, “What do you mean?”
Everyone and everything around you tends to run into bad luck, you explain as Volka helps you to your feet, like <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> bad luck.
“Aw, c’mon, Rook!” Laughs Volka as she gives your back a gentle (for her, at least) smack, “It can’t be <span class="mu-i">that</span> bad-”
You can barely remember the details of where you lived before coming here, you explain, but you can recall in perfect detail how your coworker smelled after falling into one of the deep fryers at work… it’s <span class="mu-i">BAD</span>.
“W-well…” TT replies with a swish of her tail, “Maybe all of our luck problems will… cancel eachother out?”
Before you can answer, your conversation is overshadowed by the sound of someone taking a tumble onto the ground with a deafening CRACK!
“Oh nae!” Shouts Salty Suutz, “Thar lad what be beggin’ ta’ get attention from us! He broke ‘is arceptyx!”
>CONTD.
