[hr][center][color=808B96][color=ff00f5][h2][b]Yony[/b][/h2][/color] Southeastern Mir - The Fall[/color][/center]
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“[color=ff00f5][i]You are calling him a mess?  All offense G, freakass hybrids should not stand on soapboxes.[/i][/color]”

The otter wandered up to the side of confrontation, the bottle in hand and liquid level half it’s original.  He seemed to ignore the woman after that watching the lizard.

“[color=ff00f5]Guess that’s it, ja?  ‘[i]Aap uit die mou laat[/i]’ as they say, right?  I do not envy you, dealing with that… thing.[/color]”   The boy paused and paused and looked at the bottle, “[color=ff00f5]Anything to push it down, keep it suppressed, ja nee?[/color]”  He took another long drink, wincing from the liquid burning his throat.

“[color=ff00f5]Ag, not bad stuff.  Daga works better though. I will have to show you.[/color]”  He glanced at Taffy’s backpack, “[color=ff00f5]The meds krimpie there has, they work the best, that it?[/color]”  He narrowed his eyes, “[color=ff00f5]I should have figured this place would figure it out, just like we did.  Maybe it was an accident like these…[/color]” He pulled a small pill bottle out of his hoodie pocket.

“[color=ff00f5]Maybe it’s better for all of these people to think that we are just drugged up scrompies, ja?[/color]”  He produced a pill from the bottle and offered it, “[color=ff00f5]Things we don’t understand, gotta be suppressed with medicine we don’t understand.  Maybe if we get down the road awhile, I will tell you what I know about old ruby eyes.[/color]”