After returning from the new Junkyard a drowned (and pantsless) rat, Cielo had returned to the barren New York apartment. The tattered orange Embryon flag still waved outside the window, and the donated Couch was still there, albiet a bit dusty.
The dust didn't really mind as Cielo plunged face-first into the cushions. It was funny, how...
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"Hello? Gale speaking."
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"Gale, brudda? 'Ow you doin'?" While he talks, he pushes the heels of his hands to his eyes, rubbing at them a bit. Boo, light. Thank goodness its night in New York right now.
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"I should pose the same question to you. You sound . . . under the weather, to say the least." As usual, he's straightening up things around the apartment as he talks.
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"I been feelin' kinna sick, ja? Ever since we got back from dat Junkyard..." There's a very audible rumbling in Cielo's tummy. Gale might even hear it.
"Yeah, I feel like poo, bro."
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"You certainly may for a day or two. We only have the couch, but it is quite comfortable." The Embryon should be used to couches by now anyway. "We have plenty of tea, too." . . . And getting tea forced upon them by Gale.
The coffee table has started to protest under Gale's weight, and he eases himself back up to his feet.
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"I don' mind de couch! Just tea... so icky.."
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Gale's PINpoint is once again in hand, and he places his left on Cielo's shoulder in preparation to teleport. "Ready? Did you need to bring anything along?"
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"Yeah, I'm ready! Don' got nothin' to bring, so... onward, bro!"
Nevermind that he feels like he's going to keel over from not good feelings in his tummy, and his leg (specifically around the Rainbow Arch) feels like its on fire. D:
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