"... Indeed..."
Revelin blinked at the creature's overly dramatic response, but otherwise remarked nothing on it.
"Very well, I suppose we should continue our investigation above ground. Any information on the gas, Doc? Sources, materials, et cetera?"
Beginning to turn around, the boy peaked around the corner and eventually started into the tunnel with the ladder leading up to the surface, quickly meandering to the device.
"I guess you'll have no trouble getting to the surface, then?" The boy turned to the creature, wondering.
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"Love it." He Who Lies said casually, placing the can on the floor without opening it and completely ignoring it from that point on.| "You like beer, right?" |
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| "How long do you think it will be before King's goes back to normal?" |
The exposed and hideous skin on his chin suddenly began to seep green fuzz.
"Ah, not to be imposing, but would you happen to have any glue lying around?" He asked, sounding slightly embarassed as he felt at the area, fingering the glowing sigil there.
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| Any information on the gas, Doc? |
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| "I guess you'll have no trouble getting to the surface, then?" |
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"Gotta be some around here..." Blake answered slowly, the look on his face clear that he found the thing on He Who Lies' face gross, to say the least. He got up and took a sip of his drink, rummaging through draws, the sounds of random clattering objects sounded through the apartment until a triumphant slam of a cupboard canceled them all out. |
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"Ah, not to be imposing, but would you happen to have any glue lying around?" He asked, sounding slightly embarassed as he felt at the area, fingering the glowing sigil there.
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Blake came back with a bottle of some cheap, brand-name glue that was half-used. Tossing it to the man, he sat back down, taking another sip of his beer as he watched He Who Lies carefully. Not because he was suspicious, really, but because he expected a small alien creature to jump out of the hole at any moment.
"Alrighty, then," Blake answered, walking over to the fridge in the kitchen. Opening it revealed an assortment of drinks, leftovers and apples. Reaching into the back, he pulled out two cans of light beer. Tossing one to He Who Lies, he asked "You like beer, right?" Cracking his own can open and taking a short swig, he walked back over and sat down on the arm of the couch, his legs stretching out. "So," the teen said, looking out the closed window "How long do you think it will be before King's goes back to normal?"