Keepa took a few steps, skipping at a point in his pace while checking his new prized posessions. The watches read 2:54 and 9:39, ticking along in pseudo synchronization. The merchant hadn't taken the time to fix his wares, although the numbers means little to Keepa, he was just glad he had his new toys. On that note, the fight was starting to escalate with the addition of a new contender. This one wasn't as intruding as the first and the liar was hesitant to feed off of them as well, serving the purpose that Keepa could not.
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"Dra-so'iraas, menain ir ol!" (You're wasting your time, survive and run!) I chirp through the chaos, closing my eyes to spare myself from the annoyingly blinding light of the sun as it bit through the allyway. It was all such a waste of the beautiful architecture of the city, but it was one that was being made and I felt fortunate that I didn't have to clean it up. With a smile, I held one hand out to the shade I had exited, the mass returning and seeping through my shell to spill out into the next section. The hands of my watches spun, wildly and making a popping noise within one of the small machines that I'm certain would be the evening in attempts to repair. It would take a moment before my mass could resume feeding on...hmm...the two? I hadn't decided on this, yet. All I knew was that I wasn't done with the intruder. The thought occurred to me that announcing myself may not have been the best idea.