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Eceil had been fairly certain he’d be the first one to save the Nautolan during this little adventure, not the other way around. The irony of their current situation did not escape him.
He says nothing to the Nautolan for a long time. The creature just drags him silently while the wounded ones stench carries out a conversation for them. Cheap liquor, vomit, blood, one night all wrapped into one sickening nostril experience. Eceil just wished he knew what had given him that new hole in his chest.
It’s not until the two of them get within a few blocks of the base that he finally speaks.
“So, honey bun, how was your evening?”
[ 04-14-2005, 09:11 PM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]
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