@the-void-phantasmic language
Daphne looks up at Tseth, then nods. “Yeah- a little-“
Daphne looks up at Tseth, then nods. “Yeah- a little-“
Salmook growls at Sylvia. He wants to go home! And the jabby-girl isn't telling him anything important!
He draws himself up, fluffing his cloak back up and tucking his loop-toy away.
"Salmook no go room! Salmook go home!"
He picks up the mushroom he threw at the danger-lady. It's still as squiggly and gross as usual, albeit a bit squished. Salmook flings the mushroom at the jabby-girl.
Sylvia looks at Salmook. “You can’t go home right now, kid. Okay?” She seems really irritated.
Tseth holds out an arm for Daphne to take. He looks back at Sylvia. “I’m guessing the rooms are in the direction we came from.” Why am I just listening to her to go back to the rooms? They’re probably just going to lock us in again- He shakes his head at the thought. They’ll all be fine… right?
Daphne takes Tseth’s arm, pulling herself to her feet. She stumbles slightly and leans against Tseth for support.
Sylvia nods. “Yeah. And Lucas will help if you get lost.” She gestures to Lucas, and he waves awkwardly.
Salmook grunts. Why can't he go home? Every time someone answers one of his questions, it just brings up more. He's more than willing to jump the jabby-girl and boy. The only thing stopping him is the thought that Salmook could get jabbed again. He puffs up his chest to make himself as big as possible.
"No go room! No go!"
(little man is throwing a tantrum ❤️)
(Pfft)
(Child if you don’t want to get jabbed again you need to ✨cooperate✨)
Sylvia narrows her eyes. “I’m gonna count to three, kid. You better be heading to your room by then.”
Lucas interrupts Sylvia. “Hey— let’s not be so aggressive, Sylvia. He’s just a kid…”
(Lucas my mom said the exact same thing to me when I was a kid cmon)
(BAHAHAHAHA yes but I’m pretty sure your mom wasn’t going to stick a tranq dart in your neck)
Salmook sticks his tongue out.
"Me can count passed up three! Salmook count to-"
He pauses, and he takes a moment to look down at his hands. He twitches his fingers, as though he's counting them, although he's clearly counting some fingers more than once.
"Salmook count to eleventy-six!"
( > yes but I’m pretty sure your mom wasn’t going to stick a tranq dart in your neck)
(Bet /j)
Tseth makes sure Daphne can walk, before moving to the hallway where the rooms are. He’d rather not stay to watch the kid and Sylvia fight it out. He looks down at Daphne, speaking so only she can hear. “I’m going to try and find a way out of this place.”
Sylvia pulls out her tranquilizer gun again, staring at Salmook. Lucas takes it from her and throws it on the ground, glaring at Sylvia. “We are not tranquilizing the poor boy, Sylvia.”
Daphne looks up at Tseth, then speaks in a hushed tone. “Are you sure that’s a good idea-? There’s probably some creepy shit they did to the place to keep us from getting out.”
(I can’t type fast enough 😔)
(Pat pat)
(ok how does every single roleplay end up being mostly us three? I get null not replying much because blaze is locked in her room, but where has M been all day-)
(We are all chronically online compared to literally anyone else we’re in rps with pretty much)
(We’re just our own little rp squad at this point)
(Not only that, but I only have short periods I can be online.)
(aggressive feral screeching)
(. . .)
(Why?)
(It’s called politely poking a chat because you responded an hour ago and you’re impatient as hell—)
(It's also called "I feel like I've been responding way too much, so as much as I love my little goofy goober, I should probably give someone else a chance-")
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