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You don’t know your new acquaintances very well, it’s true, but the people you’ve met thus far have been pretty trustworthy… with a few exceptions…
“Whaaat?” Hisses Tzah-Tzie as she dangles from Volka’s iron grip like a song-slinging pinata, “What are you staring at?”
… Anyways, you’re sure Volkir and Volka have it all under control. Averting your eyes, you return to your previously scheduled lurking–it’s a small shop, after all! There’s no way they’re gonna search in here!
“Search the Library,” commands the young, confident voice again, eliciting a sound akin to a chew toy being chucked into a meat grinder from your throat! “The signal’s originating from there!”
Springing into action with the combined guile and subtlety of a pack of rats scampering through a mall, you scramble for the nearest bookcase as Volka frantically glances around the room like a lost child at the supermarket before being slapped across the face by TT!
How she managed to reach that high is anyone’s guess, but while you’re settling into your hiding space the Durher is already spinning a plan to the skittish Skog!
“Listen up, Volk,” She begins in a calm, but quick whisper: “It’s my first day, you’re training me to help at the shop! My name is-”
Too late! The door bursts open from the force of a mighty kick delivered by an armored boot belonging to…
… someone smelling like strawberries and… cinnamon?
Leading the way with a blade humming with energy that makes your eyes sting and your skin itch, the interloper’s gentle baby blue and yellow eyes along with his towering stature tell you all you need to know:
The figure that strides through the door is, without a doubt in your Swiss Cheese-esque mind, a Skog… and a goddamn <span class="mu-s">HUNK!</span>
“Oh!” He remarks in a voice reminiscent of a fairy tale prince, “A thousand apologies for the scare, ladies…”
“It’s… it’s okay…” Stammers Volka, tail thumping on the ground and eyes wider than a concert groupie after a trip to the eye doctor!
“M-me too…” Tzah-Tzie mutters, drooling like a dog in a steakhouse!
>CONTD.
