tip: he is so mad
Siriun waves Num off.
SIRIUN: Sure, sure. We can split all the hairs we want. Dude's super dead regardless.
Num clenches his fists, angry.
NUM: I'm not splitting– Ugh!
Ísja puts a hand on Num's shoulder.
ÍSJA (IN ANC AITARANIAN): Num, it's not worth it. Leave it.
Lani twirls her hair nervously as she eyes Siriun.
SIRIUN: Just take the opportunity to have some fun, will you? Well, after you help me out, anyway.
Siriun reaches into the backpack she's sitting on.
SIRIUN: See, I gotta get rid of a bunch of junk.
She retrieves a small statue that fits in the palm of her hand. It's almost cylindrical and depicts a person with black hair covering their eyes.
SIRIUN: S'possed to be some kinda lucky charms, if you even believe in that crap. Boss wants me to get these over to some retailers, but I'd rather toss them off a cliff.
tip: he is so mad
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Comments (1)
the ever insensitive blue thing. lani i'm sorry