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It can’t be helped–just gotta pick the one you like the best! Putting your prize in place, you turn to face the gals with a triumphant smirk! How’s <span class="mu-i">THIS</span>!?
“Woah!” TT remarks with a twinkle in her eye, “Who are you and what did you do with Anton?”
“D’awww, look, TT!” Gushes Volka, the girl’s tail thumping excitedly on the ground, “You two <span class="mu-i">maaaatch</span>!”
It takes the catthing a moment to notice, but once she does you manage to catch a rare glimpse of her being flustered before she hides it behind the usual smugness! “You did that on <span class="mu-i">purpose</span>, didn’t you, you wiley thing, you…”
No clue what she’s talking about, you reply with a laugh! Taking a gander for himself, Inngo passes judgement with the usual gravelly grunt.
“... oughta wash those.”
D’oh! You were wondering why they were already damp and sticky when you put them in! Oh well, what’s the worst that can happen, right?
… why are your eyes burning?
Disguises in tow, you finish up your <span class="mu-i">delicious</span> meal and send a grateful nod Inngo’s way! Thanks for everything… and sorry for getting his inn trashed. Again.
“Not a problem, hon~” Chirps The Waitress, the dainty Durher’s claw darting past you to clear your plate! “Gives me something ta’ do on the slow days!”
E-eeeh?
“Illya’s a carpenter.” Grunts Inngo as you all watch The Wait-err, <span class="mu-i">Illya</span> skip off whistling like a barber! “When she ain’t bussin’ tables, at least.”
“It <span class="mu-i">was</span> a bit odd how quickly everything got repaired…” Muses Tzah-Tzie as she gives the counter a few smacks!
“One more thing…” Snarls the tavernkeeper, prompting TT to freeze up like a pipe in Winter! Y-yea?
“Look up my pal when ya’ get ta’ Umberal.” The Molegg answers. “Does maintenance work up at the University.”
“Ooh! The Mage University!?” Volka exclaims! “Nifty!”
“Mhm…” Inngo nods, clearly not anywhere remotely as intrigued, “Name’s <span class="mu-b">OBBER</span>. Gnok fella. Can’t miss ‘em.”
Hoo boy, you groan, <span class="mu-i">another</span> Obber?
“‘S a common Gnok name,” He fires back, his ember-colored eyes flickering as he studies you coolly. “<span class="mu-i">’Anton’</span>”.
>CONTD.
