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Oh no… no no no, she’s not one-upping you <span class="mu-i">this</span> time! Digging deep into your fractured memory for the <span class="mu-s">BEST</span> lines you have, you chuck a real dinger at the Spinner as you reciprocate her playful kick with a smack on the back! If I said you had a nice body, you begin as the girl stumbles and lets out a slight yelp from your sudden <span class="mu-i">ATTACK</span>, would she hold it against you?
“Ya good back there?” Asks Volka as she and your guides pause their conversation to check up on you!
“Yep!” Tzah-Tzie replies with a chuckle in her voice, “Just tripped…” As the Pointmen… or women… or whatever you’d call them turn their attention back to the path, Tzah-Tzie’s eyes glimmer with mischief as she glances back your way! With the speed of a squirrel on a sugar high, the devious Durher leaps onto your back and scales it before wrapping her arms around your neck as an anchor!
“What,” She whispers, her warm breath tickling your ear, “Like <span class="mu-i">this</span>?”
You open your mouth to protest, but the girl’s not very heavy at all–the way she’s dangling from you feels like you’re carrying a well-stocked backpack rather than a living, breathing creature. Granted your backpack never smelled faintly of flowers, but-
“Thanks for the offer, Ant!” She giggles as she readjusts her grip around your neck, “My feet were <span class="mu-i">juuuust</span> getting tired. You read my mind~”
Yea, uh… happy to oblige, you grunt.
“<span class="mu-i">And I’d be pleased as punch to engage in a full lexical analysis of your invitation after we leave the district…</span>” She whispers into your ear with a hint of playfulness in her tone. “<span class="mu-i">And we’re a little less busy~</span>”
Uh, you mutter, your mind going into freefall when you realize the Pepper Spray isn’t coming, y-yea…
“So,” your backpack begins in a more businesslike tone, “Didja actually have something you wanted to ask me, or were you just looking for a backwarmer?”
Yea, you reply, your brain unclenching as you move back into more casual territory, she seems to know a bit about the Rags District…
“No more than anyone else!” She chuckles as you feel a poofy tail smack against your back! C’mon, you frown, how about a straight answer? She’s been here, hasn’t she? For an extended period.
The Spinner clams up a bit at your question–so much so that you’re about to repeat it when she opens up again! “It’s… where you go when you’ve got no more options, Ant. No more rope ta’ pull yourself up with.”
Volka didn’t seem like she’d been here, you counter, so-
“Like I said, it ain’t just about Bells,” TT adds, “It’s about options. Easy to get lost in here, y’know?”
Sure, you nod, not fully understanding, so she’s-
>CONTD.
