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[virtupets]

Things have gotten busy for Sloth the second he was returned to his normal age. Busy with what, most of Neopia is already aware of, what with the sudden, violent retaking of the Space Station they stole from him roughly eight years ago

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[h_hollister]

"Yello?"

She's simply answered her PINpoint bleep with a distracted finger, head down over some paperwork at her desk in the back of her pub. She can chat and work at the same time, because she's dedicated like that. Who's calling is not checked, nor is the vid-screen glanced at. She's too busy with receipts.

[virtupets]

"Hippolytaaaaa!" It's a drawn-out, delighted-sounding greeting. He can see her just fine on his own screen, and he pulls up a seat in front of the terminal he's hijacked.

"I was in the middle of something as well, so I'll not be keeping you too long. But I thought I'd call you up and hear some of the fun details regarding my recent time spent with you! I've got two weeks of static as far as my memory goes, so please! Fill me in!"

He likes that he caught her when she's obviously in the midst of some kind of work.

[h_hollister]

...Oh, good.

She closes her eyes for just a second. But she is smiling a little bit, so that's a good sign. She puts her pen down, opens her eyes, and glances over at her PIN.

"Frankie, sweetie darling," she drawls, sounding a bit like Edina from AbFab. "Glad to see you're back to your charming old self again."

Hahahah an old dig, burn.

[virtupets]

"I'm not old, I'm aged. Like vintage wine." He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, folding his hands in his lap. In the background, one can hear more shouts and the sound of thundering feet, like a whole crew of someones just stampeded down the hallway. Sloth pays it no mind.

"I'm back, though I'd not say I'm better than ever. I mean, it's hard to get beyond the perfection I've already achieved. So anyways, I was told by a reliable source that I was cute as a wee sprog! Confirm, deny?"

[virtupets]

"Heheheh, 'incompatable biology'. Meaning he's a zombie and is thusly shootin' blanks, right? Heheheh, gross."

He doesn't like this whole 'being ignored' thing, even if it's obvious she's faking it and is doing it just to get his goat. He's predictable and volatile like that.

"Just as well, I guess," Sloth eventually adds, feigning his own disinterest as he scratches the back of his head. "I mean, who'd want a zombie's baby, right? It'd probably turn out like that one part from 'Dawn of the Dead'. Ew."

[h_hollister]

She makes a face, one that's half scowl and half smile. The receipts are put back down.

"Yes, okay, he's shooting blanks. Happy? Jeez, Frank, get your mind out of the gutter and stop thinking about my husband's swimmers."

[virtupets]

"I'm thinking about horrific undead infants, thank you very much. I'd much rather preserve the disillusion that the woman I'm currently in the process of seducing doesn't do a reanimated corpse on a regular basis."

There's more shouting from the hallway behind him, as well as a few shrieks. Through the frosted glass, one can see something go running past, soon followed by a troop of more something elses that are in hot pursuit.

"I'm probably going to have to get back to business in short time here. But in the meantime, let's either talk some more about how cute a baby I was, or how lucky you are your zombie can't infest your womb with his unholy offspring."

[h_hollister]

"Hah! Well, there ya go. Tainted cootch, don't hit it. And besides, Ramon is mostly human anyway. So if we did ever figure out a way to get things moving, we'd probably have a regular old normal human baby."

She tilts back in her chair again, sipping at her soda.

"I don't consider myself lucky like that at all, thank you very much for pouring salt on the wound. Next time you find yourself at my mercy, I think I'll just leave you alone and helpless instead of taking you in. No matter HOW cute you were."