[h2][color=a36209]Goombella[/color] - Home's Streets[/h2]

[color=a36209]"You've got to be kidding, there aren't any mushrooms anywh-"[/color] Goombella, who had been complaining to herself, found herself interrupted by an irritating comment. Being rather short compared to pretty much anyone in the entirety of Home, she often had to look up at people. Mr. L was no exception. And, as usual, he seemed to be throwing insults. As much as she hated them, she had to admit that compared to some of the others in the village, at least he had a little wit. He was more tolerable than Pridemoor, that was for sure.

Narrowing her eyes as she looked up at the man, she responded. [color=a36209]"Egghead will do just fine, thanks."[/color] She was proud of her intelligence, she wasn't going to let him get under her skin. His attempts of getting attention were easy to shoot down, she'd had to deal with plenty of irritating guys back in school. It mostly ended with them getting bonked on the head, the freaks. Thankfully, at least Mr. L wasn't hitting on her. She wasn't sure if she could handle that, she might breakdown, start screaming. Possibly jump off a cliff. And as much as he'd like that, she wasn't interested in going insane. She'd pass.

[color=a36209]"So what do you want?"[/color] She questioned bluntly, knowing Mr. L wasn't the most friendly of sorts. If he was talking to her, he was either looking for a punching bag, or something he wanted. And if he actually wanted something, he wouldn't ask first. Or at all, for that matter. He was a dirty thief: Well, not dirty. In fact, Mr. L was surprisingly clean for a crook. Just made him weirder.

Goombella's stomach growled, and she broke eye contact for a moment, slightly embarrassed.

[i][color=a36209]'Shut up down there, before he tries to manipulate the situation.'[/color][/i] She thought, irritably.