>>6112633Your hopes of the horrid smell just being a fart are dashed, like so many other dreams, against the proverbial rocks when you realize the odor is just getting <span class="mu-i">stronger</span> as you follow the Durher. T, you begin, your nose still clenched in a death grip, where… Where are we going?
“To the back entrance!” She repeats, descriptive as usual. “What, never took a detour before?”
“Not when said detour is a <span class="mu-s">SEWER OUTLET</span>, no.”
Oh god, Oti’s right, isn’t he? Your fears are confirmed when the unseen pastoral beauty around you is unceremoniously stamped into the dirt by the sound of wet, sloppy chunks of… <span class="mu-i">something</span> hitting the dirt… the foul smell now strong enough to make your eyes water!
“Oh don’t be such a hatchliiiing…” Chides the Spinner as she trots over to the source of the infernal <span class="mu-i">slopping</span>, “Run around in the sewers enough times and you’ll never smell ‘em again! Besides, you wouldn’t <span class="mu-i">believe</span> all the nifty things you can find! Why, one time I even found a-”
You’re not even surprised by Tzah-Tzie’s behavior anymore, but you still decide to interrupt her. Cool, you begin, but how exactly do we get in? Is there, like, a service door or something?”
Your innocent question is rewarded by not one, but <span class="mu-i">TWO</span> derisive laughs! Oh no, they’ve joined forces!
“S-service!?” Sputters the Spinner, still in the throes of laughter, “What… l-like for a <span class="mu-i">butler</span>!?”
“What a backwards world you must come from…” Adds Oti with an uncharacteristic amount of mirth in his tone! “Do your people <span class="mu-i">carry</span> their waste? On <span class="mu-i">platters?!</span>”
Forget it, you frown, grumpily crossing your arms. They just don’t <span class="mu-i">get</span> you!
“Our entrance is right here, Ant!” Tzah-Tzie explains, cocking her head towards the source of the slopping with far too much enthusiasm in her eyes! “Just gotta wait for it to stop…”
True to the girl’s word, the flow eventually slows to a faint trickle… a more judgemental person would probably call her out on how well-versed she is on sewer outlets, but you know what they say about glass houses…
“I’ll go first!” The sewer spelunker announces before diving head-first into the unseen pipe like a snake into a woodpile! “Hurry now, won’t be clear for long!”
That’s a hell of a motivator…
>CONTD. 