>>14951618You briefly turn your attention away from the malignant feuding to your companions, "You two heard all of that, right?"
Froakie and Miss Leading nod in tandem, "I didn't want to hear that, but...yes, I did. Suffice to say I wish I could forget hearing all of that now."
"Froak, froakie..."
"Good well, I'm gonna see if I can maybe put a stop to this before it gets worse."
Ditching the cotton swab, you use your index and middle finger to become a makeshift midget. You "walk" into the bedroom.
"Howdy everyone, my name's Cal-AAAGH FUCK NOT AGAIN!"
You can feel the scorn of a million Florges' digging deep into your right hand, in the form of a bunch of leaves slicing through your flesh. Tears of agony threatening to emit from your eyes, you suck it up like a man and continue.
"So once again, howdy everyone! I'm Cale- wait, no...uh...Doctor Phil! And I was just on my way to a live-studio recording when I heard there was some trouble going on over here, what seems to be the dilemma?"
Cue hordes of Florges and two Joltik tossing themselves at your fingers in an effort to be the first to recite their mismatched version of events. It's clear that a simple explanation won't be enough to solve the feud.
"OKAY OKAY OKAY, GET OFF, GET OFF. Stop. New tactic."
A) Initiate trust exercises.
B) Ask them what needs to happen in order for them to compromise.
C) Turn the brewing argument into a support group and let everyone speak their heart out.
