Our avatars are in a room together

Yeah, free for anyone!

As long as you don't cause trouble.

ay dios mio

(Sees the look on his face.)

que paso

usted nunca ha visto un hablando, flotante pescado?

edited 13th Jul '14 1:54:25 PM by Boxen

...I don't understand that.

You really shouldn't trouble yourself with my thoughts.

-Meenah is still asleep on the couch, her wings fluttering intermittently-

-Latula is outside burning off the caffeine by pulling some wild-ass mindblowing skate stuntz-

(Aaaaaa, he's back, pretend like you're invisible.)

…

(Has entered another one of his torpors.)

-The shadows under the couch darken-

-A long arm clad in gray stretches from beneath, the pale hand, partially bandaged, and not quite meshing with reality, slowly twists to grab Meenah's throat-

I didn't... okay.

Sorry...

-breen he is worse at talking with people than you are-

-and he doesn't have to worry about turning people into vegetables-

edited 13th Jul '14 1:56:56 PM by eldritchseer

hurk!

-Flails and struggles, trying to voice alarm-

I still don't think you... did anything wrong.

-Meenah-

-Steps back towards the main room-

edited 13th Jul '14 1:59:35 PM by ramuf

... Thank you...

Not another word now. It's time you come with me.

-He squeezes harder and begins trying to drag her under the couch-

(Urge to involve self in little freakshow's life rising. Tries to fight it.)

…

-You swear you can see bone under Ferret's bandages-

-Tries to pull back, unable to get noise out of her lungs-

-Kris is too distracted by the weird flying fish to notice this.-

Kris: ...Really, what's going on...?

no se

-Has no idea what to do-

-Stands there like an idiot-

....Good. I could use a decent place to sleep.

-He starts heading back to the room-

-Tall Jake is a strong son of a bitch, but he's having a little bit of trouble pulling her, and a lot of trouble fitting her under the couch-

You did this, not I.

-Tries to catch her feet onto something while her arms continue to struggle against the grip-

(how even)

…

(Turns to face him.)

Kris: ...Uh, can you understand English at all...?

es posible

Kris: ...So I'm talking to a fish that speaks a foreign language, that understands me, but can't seem to speak it...

...This is in my head, it has to be... There's no way something like this can actually happen... Right?

-He rubs his eyes, as if that'll get rid of the fish, before looking at where it is/was.-