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The weird boy with the wavy hair actually called her a [i]fatso[/i]! The nerve! Well, so did Luke, but hey! Gary bared her teeth and twirled her pole up, then brought it down first on Toby’s head and then on her comrade’s. She ignored the red-haired girl; her attention by then was now spent on the audacity of these boys to actually call her ‘chubby’. The two of ‘em deserved that whack! Well, they weren’t going to have a concussion but that should sting for a while. Ignoring the fact that one of the other humans already nabbed a cookie off her, the girl pushed the plate into Toby’s hands with a snarl. “Shove it [i]all[/i] down your pie hole, then!” She snapped halfheartedly and crossed her arms over her chest with a huff. After a moment she cast her bright green gaze on the boy, and then grumbled in a low volume that only Toby could have heard, “Sorry. It’s a reflex.”

Numair had advanced to the front of the group so that he could keep Gary from hitting other people. “Sorry ‘bout that, she’s got a temper,” He smiled tersely at the boy whom their “pink-haired hobbit” attacked but shook his head at Luke, “[i]you[/i] kinda deserved that though. You know she hates it when we mention her weight.” The surfer sighed and ran his hand through his bleached white hair, his gaze running over what few of the humans he knew. 

Nympha wasn’t getting out of this easily, no no. The nerve of that witch, hiding behind her [b]best friend[/b]! “Oi, if you think I don’t know you got a big fat crush on my Sacchin, you’re wrong! Paws off, greasy! He gots someone hot! Like sun hot! I bet if you met that person you’d melt like butter on a hot summer day!” Gary jeered towards the nobody’s direction, glaring at whatever snatches of Nympha she could see from behind Sacha’s figure. However, like how she dealt with Toby earlier, Gary didn’t seem to have any real ‘heat’ to her words and held her ground beside Numair.

Anyway, Mr. Cuddles himself even walked out of the hole and started up a conversation with the humans. It ended pretty badly though, with the poor bear looking really down when his hug got rejected. “He-ey now, why the long face, Mr. Cuddles?” Numair interjected quickly as he skidded in front of Inadi in order to put some distance between the baker and his previous assistant. Great, things were about to get ugly. The human took the tray of cupcakes from Mr. Cuddles, handed it off to Sacha, and then proceeded to give poor Mr. Cuddles a well-deserved (and slightly awkward) hug. “T-there you go! Free hugs for everyone! Just tell me if you need more hugs, okay!?” Numair laughed and was promptly pushed away by Gary. C had walked out and it was now time for everyone to take their seats.

Of couuurse, the humans just couldn’t shut up and enjoy the food! 

Some of them launched into questions right away, and when it was clear that none of the nobodies were going to answer (and neither were the Hooded Figures, seeing that Gary and Luke were already eating), Numair stood up and planted his hands on the table. As if people already had trouble noticing him, the tall and handsome human drew more attention to himself with this action… while the sounds of chewing, courtesy of Luke and Gary, filled the air.

[i]" You yourself have tried to kill one of us. And short stuff over there is pole crazy. How are we suppose to believe you won't try to kill us and steal all our things...like how you stole our other stuff."[/i]

“We’re talking about the cave, goop-in-my-face incident, right? They didn’t really succeed, you know, in the killing thing. Mainly because that wasn’t what they were trying to do...? C and the others just wanted the Living List. None of you wanted to give it to them. Shit happened. Grudges. Gary hitting some philosophy-blithering dude with her pole. Sacha getting drunk on cave moss. Graaah. To be fair, one of [i]you[/i] did try to behead one of [i]us[/i]. She actually drew blood too. I’d say we’re quits,” Numair replied in a light and humorous tone, nodding towards Sacha as if to emphasize his point. The surfer straightened up and sat down, crossing one leg over the other as he retained eye contact with whoever looked at him. “And we- er, they- already stole your stuff, so we can’t argue about that now, can we?” He added in an even gentler tone of voice.

[i]"Well, first of all, can you clarify what exactly you're trying to invite us to? What is the purpose of this little clan of yours anyway?"[/i]

“She doesn’t have a clan back home? Why doesn’t she know?” Gary interrupted after raising her hand. 

Numair suppressed a nervous smile and gestured at the girl to calm down. She was getting hyperactive again. With a meaningful glance aimed at Sacha to make sure the pink-haired hobbit doesn’t ingest too much sugar, the surfer glanced at the girl who gave out that question and answered her, “Well, C already said it. We want you to join this merry band of misfits. Literally. We’re basically the weird people in this weird world. Um.” He paused and blushed. Explaining was never his good suit. “We’re trying to get the items in the List so we can get home. That's the top priority,” The surfer concluded softly.