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Come on, man, you begin with a good-natured scoff, free food from old ladies and a fresh start? Sounds like a good deal to me!
“Heeeey, you never said anything about ‘free fo-”
“Fuck ya’ mean a ‘fresh start’?” Alton asks, eyeing you warily as you hold Tzah-Tzie’s mouth shut. “You talkin’ about-”
You’re talking about a small workplace disagreement, you interject with a sly grin! No need to call the guards if this was just a little misunderstanding between coworkers, yea? Your words sink into the hooligan’s brain like a mammoth in a tarpit… and after watching the gears twist behind his vacant gaze for a moment or two, you shoot Volka an inconspicuous wink as Alton speaks up!
“... What kinda food do these old ladies hand out?”
“You’ll just have to find out, <span class="mu-i">Rookie~</span>” The Skog retorts, sending you an appreciative smile that makes your heart skip a beat!
“Find out <span class="mu-i">where</span>?” Frowns the new recruit, clearly not as jazzed as Volka is about his new gig, “Ya’ got a clubhouse or something?”
“Well, not really…” Giggles Volka as she sheepishly scratches a tusk, “But we usually talk shop at the…” The tall girl’s sentence grinds to a halt halfway to the station as another one leaps onto the tracks! “Oh <span class="mu-s">HELLS!</span> I nearly forgot about the <span class="mu-b">MEETING</span> tonight! I got so caught up with… well, <span class="mu-i">you</span>, Rook!”
“I <span class="mu-i">just</span> got conscripted.” Grunts the new conscri-err, <span class="mu-i">recruit</span>!
“Not you–I meant Anton!” Volka corrects as she sends a wide-eyed and vaguely bewildered glance your way! “And you were <span class="mu-i">recruited</span>~ we’ll work on that.”
Errr, my bad, you mutter, yanking your hand away from Tzah-Tzie’s mouth before she can nip it!
“Oh! No! No! Don’t be sorry!” Sputters the Skog, her commanding presence evaporating before your very eyes! “I’m glad we met up! Err, what I <span class="mu-i">meant</span> to say is that I got so caught up in what I was doing I forgot, that’s all!”
“So when’s the meeting, ey?” Inquires Alton as he slowly rises to his feet, keeping an especially-watchful eye on Tzah-Tzie. “An’ where?”
“<span class="mu-b">BATTLE’S END TAVERN,</span>” Volka replies with a smile, “We usually meet around Six O’ Clock, but sometimes-”
“Right, ta.” Moving with the swiftness of a toddler towards an electrical outlet, Alton ducks past his new commanding officer and is leaving the alley before you can even utter a futile ‘<span class="mu-i">s-stooop…</span>’!
>CONTD.
