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Considering the overall feeling of [i]new[/i] that pervaded virtually everything about being in a guild, Liv had to admit that they were doing well. Sort of. As well as two people crammed into one body could do. The girl tapped her fingers onto solid wood, a poor method of seeming occupied while not [i]actually[/i] being occupied at best, a dead giveaway to the fact that she was wildly unfocused on her surroundings at worst. 

[i][color 477C92]'I thought being in a guild was supposed to keep us busy.'[/color][/i]

[i][color 7c9247]'It was.'[/color][/i] came the reply from inside her own head. Vitus, her ever-present peanut gallery and semi-frequent sounding board for inane thoughts. [i][color 7c9247]'But it's almost time for the yearly festival; even the highwaymen and general riff-raff take a break to get ready for it.'

'Of course, there'll be pickpockets and swindlers out the ass when it starts, so maybe it'll pick back up around then. Try to keep a hold of our coinpouch, will ya?'[/color][/i]

[i][color 477c92]'Hmm, think we'd get in trouble if I happened to 'defend' myself against one?'[/color][/i] Her fingers tapped the wooden surface again, this time with noticeably more force than before. It was hard for Liv to keep a low profile, but to keep a low profile [i]and[/i] be robbed of frequent activity was borderline torture. [i][color 477c92]'I haven't forged a weapon in aaaaages.'[/color][/i]

[i][color 7c9247]'Defending yourself probably wouldn't normally be a problem. However, I've seen the way you defend yourself. They might have an issue if they have to clean a pickpocket off the streets with a wet rag.

But hey, I've not been bored. You fall down the stairs enough to keep me busy. And I can never tell if that smell is your body starting to rot, or your terrible bathing habits.'[/color][/i]. If there was a mental equivalent to a smirk, Liv could probably feel it in the part of her brain Vitus lived in.

[i][color 477c92]I seem to remember all those stair incidents being your fault sir 'can't-walk-straight.''[/color][/i] The mental roll of the eyes was accompanied by a physical one quickly hidden away by the act of a very deliberate blink. [i][color 477c92]And my bathing habits worked out fine for you before we got here.'[/color][/i] Not that Liv spent especially long trying to find the nicest smelling soaps--if it cleaned her, it was enough, better still if it managed to keep bugs off their cold, dead body. Her fingers drummed against the wood again. 

[i][color 477c92]'Besides, it's not like I've gotten any blood on us recently.'[/color][/i]

[i][color 7c9247]'Your legs are short.'[/color][/i] Vitus replied, his tone remaining smug. [i][color 7c9247]'And yeah. Not on [b]us[/b]. Everybody around us though, that's a waaaay different story!'[/color][/i]

[i][color 477c92]'You say that like it's a bad th--'[/color][/i] Before the pale-haired girl could finish the retort, her attention was forcefully redirected by shouted commands. Well, maybe she [i]wouldn't[/i] be so bored after all. Sweeping a few unruly locks over her shoulder, Liv adjusted her scalemail before moving toward the call. C- and D-Ranks--that included the dynamic duo, she supposed. 

Listening to the brief explanation, there was no doubt about what Liv [i]wanted[/i] to do. 

[i][color 477c92]'We're going to the burrows.'[/color][/i] 

[i][color 7c9247]'I'm shocked. Truly. Surprised beyond measure.'[/color][/i]

A pause. Wait, if a ship crashed, and had goods on it... [i][color 477c92]'Unleeeess...'[/color][/i]

[i][color 7c9247]'There you go. Using your noggin' for once, and I didn't even have to say anything. My little Liv, all grown up and not being a dumbshit.'[/color][/i]

There was a slight pause before Vitus continued, as if waiting for Liv to explode. [i][color 7c9247]'Plus, we really don't have to breathe. Would make underwater recovery far easier.'[/color][/i]

[i][color 477c92]"And think of all the fish we can get in the process."[/color][/i] Not something that her homelands had in abundance, but something that Liv had taken great pleasure in. Carefully stepping around a few people, Liv raised her physical voice, the words accompanied by a quick motion of the hand. [color 477c92]"One more for the ship over here."[/color]

[i][color 7c9247]'Bleuck'[/color][/i] came Vitus's reply, a mixture of disgust and displeasure. He wasn't exactly a fan of seafood, which was an absolute treasure because Liv seemed to love the stuff. A circumstance that made sharing the same tongue annoying as all hell.

[i][color 7c9247]'Between you and the mascot, this little operation of ours is about to be 50% small, adorable children.'[/color][/i] Vitus scoffed, making sure to put extra emphasis on 'adorable', if only to irritate Liv.

[i][color 477c92]'Yeah, I sure was adorable when I ran you through.'[/color][/i]

[i][color 7c9247]'I couldn't tell, I was too busy scorching you to death. Which I probably wouldn't have done if I'd known how many souls I'd have to blow to fix that'[/color][/i]

[i][color 477c92]'Harhar. Better this one than the mess yours ended up as.'[/color][/i] Liv settled into place, her expression surprisingly well kept despite the bickering in her head. A distant part of her wondered if a telepath would have had a field day with their situation, but the adventurer didn't linger on the thought. Better things to do.

[color=477c92]"Pretty sure we could use someone particularly hardy over here."[/color]

[i][color 7c9247]'Pshhh. Hardy. All we've got around here is 'hardy hardy har', if you ask me...'[/color][/i]