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Dope with a Sugar Problem
Huh. When you get past the fact multiple people stepped on this floor, the cold metal, and the slight feeling of a hammer massaging your back, the floor was actually quite comfortable. Neil hummed in delight, swishing the lollipop around in his mouth while his eyes were still closed. Man. He could actually fall asleep right now...but it was kinda hard to when there was somebody screaming for mercy. Eyes snapping open a few moments after that, he quickly sat up and looked around, about to reach behind his back and pull out his weapon...only to notice there was no danger to be seen. Confused, Neil took the lollipop out his mouth. "I'm not going crazy, am I? ...Nah. After all, crazy people do weird stuff like burn down buildings and talk to themselves. And I don't think I've ever purposefully burned down something before, and I know for a fact that I don't talk to my-" Neil stopped and blinked when he finally realized he actually was talking to himself. "...Whelp, guess that's my cue to go find someone to talk to!"
Standing up, he put the lollipop back into his mouth and looked around. Let's see. Who to talk to, Who to talk to? He looked at the big shark lady and the shaking bunny girl. He thought this over for a second, but then shook his head. Nah. They seemed to already be talking to each other. He looked around some more and briefly looked at the guy with the guitar, the cat girl, and the armor guy before quickly looking away. Yeah, no. He could practically smell the testosterone from here. But who else could he talk to! It had to be someone approachable, someone who seemed like they could hold a conversation, someone like...
He turned to the mask-bird guy sitting by himself, sharpening a knife. And once again, in a stroke of youthful idiocy, smiled widely and walked over to him.
"Heya, stranger!" Neil said, a bit muffled as his lollipop was moved to the left side of his mouth so he could talk. "Couldn''t help but-HNNNG!" Before he jumped into the right seat, he noticed the sheathed knife already sitting there. He then quickly moved to the left side of the seat, sighing in relief at the fact that he saved his poor rump. "Couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all alone! Thought you could use some company!" Neil said with a big smile. "So, what's good in the hood?"
@Qro
Standing up, he put the lollipop back into his mouth and looked around. Let's see. Who to talk to, Who to talk to? He looked at the big shark lady and the shaking bunny girl. He thought this over for a second, but then shook his head. Nah. They seemed to already be talking to each other. He looked around some more and briefly looked at the guy with the guitar, the cat girl, and the armor guy before quickly looking away. Yeah, no. He could practically smell the testosterone from here. But who else could he talk to! It had to be someone approachable, someone who seemed like they could hold a conversation, someone like...
He turned to the mask-bird guy sitting by himself, sharpening a knife. And once again, in a stroke of youthful idiocy, smiled widely and walked over to him.
"Heya, stranger!" Neil said, a bit muffled as his lollipop was moved to the left side of his mouth so he could talk. "Couldn''t help but-HNNNG!" Before he jumped into the right seat, he noticed the sheathed knife already sitting there. He then quickly moved to the left side of the seat, sighing in relief at the fact that he saved his poor rump. "Couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all alone! Thought you could use some company!" Neil said with a big smile. "So, what's good in the hood?"
@Qro