by Arcaii » Sat Nov 28, 2015 12:50 pm
Choices:
1: I've met her
2: Say nothing
3: I've met her
4: I've met her
5: Fluff-butt
6: Fluff-butt
Roll says... 5: Fluff-butt.
"You mean that stern-faced fluff-butt?" you say dryly. "Yeah, she poorly tried to intimidate me."
Card chokes on his food and Gabber ducks her head, shaking with muffled giggles. Tag's mouth drops and his eyes are so wide you can't help but laugh a little too.
"What're you guys laughing about?" Dandelion calls.
"Don't worry about it," you say.
Tag regains his composure and scowls at you. "I was told to watch out for that nerve of yours. That's going into the report."
"Add this in," you say. "That whole stiff-backed council, especially that ugly grey mince, can go-"
"Alright, alright," Blitzkrieg says, walking up to you. "That's enough of that."
You look at her, expecting to be in trouble, but she's grinning. Gabber is emitting high-pitched hoots of laughter and Card is still coughing up fur.
"They'll tear out your tongue, kid, be careful," one of the replacement cats says as he walks by.
"Then that only proves they're worried about what I have to say," you reply.
"Blitz, this kid is great," Card rasps, coughing out one final tuft. "Can we keep him forever?"
"Assuming he doesn't get his turds kicked in through his teeth, yes," Blitzkrieg says, giving you a wink.
Tag is the only one not having any fun. "You'll all get in trouble if you keep this up."
"Relax," Gabber says at last, finding her breath. "What's a little ribbing gunna do?"
"Take away three nights of food, for starters," Tag snaps.
"Alright, okay." Card sniffs and straightens up again. "We're done. Everyone's gunna be nice. Right, Hopper?"
"I make no promises," you say.
Once everyone has eaten, Blitzkrieg rounds you up again and sets off. Card wastes no time in telling everyone else what you said, and immediately setting off Tag, who rages incoherently for several minutes about how disrespectful you all are. If anything, this only serves to make everyone find you even funnier.
Reputation +1.
The mood is dampened when Blitzkrieg halts in an amalgamation of crossroads and streets and says, "Everyone stick with your patrol partner and start searching. Keep close enough that we can hear you."
"What are we looking for?" you ask.
"Lieutenant Mauled was last seen here, and he hasn't returned yet," she says. "His patrol is missing, too. Not a single member has come back yet with a report. Our scouts haven't turned up anything, either. So if we're lucky, we'll find nothing. If we're really lucky, we'll find some bodies. If we're not..."
If we're not...?
You don't need to finish.
Right. Got it.
More dogs?
Say nothing.