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Nah, you reply as you idly itch your magic-contaminated chin, you’re good on the glamouring for now! During the concert, though? That’s a maybe!
With your plan more or less set and no one voicing any obnoxious concerns (yet), you give the gang a decisive nod! Then it’s settled, you announce, clapping your hands together to drive things home, you’ll move out within the hour! Everyone rest up!
Do some stretches too. It’ll pay to limber up!
Oh, and drink plenty of water! Gotta stay hydrated!
“Where might one find water in this place anyways?” Toppel asks! You dunno, you shrug, this isn’t your house…
As the crowd disperse to ready-up for what you <span class="mu-s">HOPE</span> will be a step in the right direction, you flag down Volka just as she drops to the ground and starts doing pushups!
“Oh! Hey, Rook!” She chirps, not bothering to pause as she bobs up and down in a slow, but consistent rhythm, “Glad ta’ see you an’ the rest are back in one piece after your school trip!”
The Skog’s pace falters a bit as confusion spreads across her now scrunched-up face. “A-are you in one piece? How many pieces do humans got again? C-can… can you come apart?”
You’re fine, you reply, earning a relieved smile from the Skog, thanks! Does she got a minute?
“You tell me, boss!” She grunts as her pace speeds up! “Say the word an’ I’m out the door and on the move! Lamplighters are already on the clock!” The girl shoots you a conspiratorial wink. “Not really, though–sleep’s important too, y’know!”
You wanted to talk to her about the Lamplighters, actually–
“Y-you’re n-not…” She blubbers, staring up at you as sadness and betrayal wash over her like a tsunami, “<span class="mu-i">Q-q-qu-qui-quitt-</span>”
No! Noooo! You’d never quit, you sputter, deftly putting the pushupper at ease, but you wanted to talk about what Trier told you–
“Ah.” Volka mutters as her face turns stony, “Well… Hells, Rook, that’s… Hm.” Holding her body in a plank position, her yellow eyes flit over to yours. “Take a seat.”
Popping a squat on her back, you try not to giggle with glee as she resumes her workout! “Not gonna lie, Rook: I’m at a loss.”
A sigh leaves her lips, whether it’s prompted by the exertion or the situation is anyone’s guess. “Yea, yea, I know: big, dumb Skog doesn’t know what to do…”
C’mon, you groan as you continue to rise and fall on the scaly seesaw, you’d never think that!
“Yea… I know…” She replies with a smile in her tone, “Thing is, Crossroads is big, yea? Real big, even if ya’ can’t see it…”
You figured, you shrug, but is it, y’know… <span class="mu-i">Skogproof?</span> and… <span class="mu-i">Foxxyproof?</span>
“<span class="mu-i">Fuuxi</span>...” Volka corrects with a rare shiver, “And nah to <span class="mu-i">BOTH!</span> See, there’s a reason Crossroads likes ta’ stay independent:” She continues, still barely wavering in her workout!
>CONTD.
