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Maybe it’s your paranoia acting up again. Maybe you just don’t want to put all of your eggs in one basket if you get caught…
<span class="mu-i">Infiltrator</span> eggs!
Or maybe you’ve just reached your limit on the endless stream of abuse from Oti’s smug mouth. Whatever the reason, you relay your battle plan to the rest of the group with mixed results.
“Out of the question!” Snarls Toppel, the girl still clearly miffed from her tiny transmogrification, “I didn’t agree to be your fledgeling sitter, you know!”
She didn’t agree to anything, you counter with an equally-irate expression! She can leave any time she wants! Good luck with Trier!
The Durher’s eyes widen like TT’s do when she’s caught doing something bad. Which, as you’re acutely aware, is pretty much 24/7.
“L-let’s not be too hasty here!” Sputters the sorceress! “I just… h-how about Oti and I scout ahead while you bond with my useless brother?”
You blink. Bond over <span class="mu-i">what?</span>
“Being insufferable?”
“Toppel:” Grumbles Oti as you flick one of his ex’s shockingly-realistic pointy ears, “It’s imperative that Anton remains unharmed… and very important to me.” He leans in closer with his new eyes flickering like candles in the night. “<span class="mu-i">Very</span> important, do you understand?”
His ex answers with a wary nod and a befuddled expression. “O-okay…”
You, on the other hand, can’t help but hang on his words for a different reason! Important, huh? Care to elaborate?
“No.”
Okay then.
“Where’s Obber off to, then, hmm?” Frowns Toppel as she turns her surly gaze over to her brother as he clicks happily at her side!
“Take it with you.” Oti says with a laconic shrug. “Ah, one more thing: I’ll summon you if I locate anything of note. Listen for the phrase ‘<span class="mu-i">Someone needs your opinion on seals.</span>’” The Chytree’s eyes narrow. You didn’t know they could do that. It’s disconcerting, to say the least. “‘Someone’ being my chosen cover name. I suggest you all procure some as well.”
Heh, you retort with a cheeky grin spreading across your face, this ain’t your first sneak-in, bud! Oti responds with a stare that could turn a man to stone.
“... So be it. Tread lightly.”
Like a balloon at the circus, Oti drifts into the air, his bulbous new eyes fading as he departs in what you assume is the direction of the campus! Watching him go for as long as she can, Toppel finally shakes herself out of the trance before sending a scowl your way!
>CONTD.
