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As the post-escape adrenaline starts to wear off, a singular cough escapes your throat–guess it’s still dry from your run-in at the Swoos Lou-
Wait a second… that’s <span class="mu-i">right</span>! You… you almost <span class="mu-i">DIED</span>! Hell, you <span class="mu-i">DID</span> die!
“Everything alright, Rook?” Inquires Volka with a curious look on her face!
Yea, you nod, why?
“You’re uh… you’re headed straight for a-”
<span class="mu-s">OW!</span>
<span class="mu-r">STUBBED TOE COUNTER: 20!!</span>
“... Fruit cart.”
Adjusting your trajectory a bit later than you’d like, you reenter the fold and try not to focus on the foul-smelling egg sack dangling over the Skog’s broad shoulder. Well, you sigh, now that you’re home free there <span class="mu-i">IS</span> something you wanted to tell them both…
“Something to tell!? O-oh, um… m-maybe this isn’t the place, Rook…” Sputters Volka, nearly tripping over herself and dropping your goods!
“Nah, go ahead! Dazzle us~” TT Chirps with the usual overabundance of smug on her face!
“No, really!” Repeats the Skog as she readjusts her load and her composure, “Maybe we oughta’ talk off the street?”
Why? What’s the big-
Your answer comes in the form of a Durher pushing past you with a theatrical cough escaping his lips! “UUUUGH, <span class="mu-i">SHIT</span>, you <span class="mu-s">STINK!</span> Try takin’ a <span class="mu-s">BATH</span> for once, <span class="mu-i">tusks!</span>”
You counter with a stern ‘<span class="mu-i">well that’s just your OPINION, man!</span>’, but the critic is long gone before he can hear it! Yea okay, you shrug, let’s take a breather…
A few minutes later, TT leads you down an alleyway in an all-too-comfortable fashion. “Smells secure ta’ me!” she reports before plopping down on a metal container and strumming her Striilii.
“So!” Begins Volka as she too takes a seat facing the passage you came from, “Whatcha’ wanna talk about, Rook?”
Before you begin, you reply, your voice trembling with hesitation, just know it might get a little… wild.
The Skog brushes your disclaimer away with a boisterous laugh! “C’mon, gimme a little credit! It takes a lot to disturb <span class="mu-i">this</span> gal, y’know!
>CONTD.
