@ScarletAndHerSides
“Help with what?”
“Help with what?”
(Sorry my dad kicked me off
You still here?)
(You on bro?)
(I’m oN NOW.
I was volunteering for one of my old teachers and arguing with two guys.
I’m fine and sane now.)
(Whoa sounds like a rollercoaster
YOU READY TO RP?)
(YeeSSSS>)
(OKIE DOKIE HERE WE GOOOOOO)
Jules shrugged. "Just around the base. Patch up the wounded that come back. Make sure gear is ready. That kind of thing."
“I can do that… relatively.”
Tyson nodded. "So can I. I think we could help out for a little."
Jules smiled. "Great! Until then, Roger will show you your quarters."
“Ew, Mr. Dumbo?”
"Yes him." Dexter chuckled.
Roger pushed the door open. "I heard that you know."
“Hey Mr. Dumbo, we were talking to Mr. Creep.” Lucille said, turning around.
Roger glared at her. "That is unspeakably rude."
Tyson shook his head. "Let's just get going."
“Your face is unspeakably rude.”
(Duuuude)
( "That was uncalled for!"
"Your face is uncalled for….")
Tyson looked at Lucille. "Whoa…"
Roger took a deep breath. "I will not hesitate…"
Lucille shrugged, “I guess I still have my reflex insult.”
Roger took a step forward.
Tyson stepped in front of Lucille. "Look, she's had a hard day. A lot of trauma. She just needs rest." He glanced back at her. "Right Lucille?'
“Right.” Lucille sighed, then she grumbled, “Sorry.”
Roger squinted. "Okay. I'll let it slide. This time." He turned. "Right this way."
Lucille rolled her eyes.
Tyson nudged her. "Be a little more considerate next time, okay?"
Lucille raised an eyebrow, then she sighed, “Fineeee.”
"I know, he is a dingus. But nevertheless, we must be at least polite to him."
“… so I can’t call him Mr. Dumbo?”
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