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Paulo did a double take-- he didn't want to get left behind.
[color=#53F2D7]"Bye!"[/color] He bubbled.

Without waiting a moment longer for a response, Paulo turned, then shuffled after the Mutants. Or... should he be saying 'Fellow Mutants'? As they went along through the tunnels, he followed the Mutants at a distance, with questions on his mind. Within him, there lie the burning desire to find a mirror of some sort. If he was gurgling, then there was definitely something [i]new[/i] where his face had been. Then again? Perhaps it was for the best that he didn't find a mirror. Maybe it was also for the best that his suit registered him as deceased. 

Wouldn't it be easier this way? Not having to confront his family in a state that-- in a lot of loud opinions-- was worse than death. To be an acid leaking gurgling man in a suit definitely implied that there was a lot of change. What would the "regular people" do with him? What would their reactions be upon seeing him? As the Alpha mutant started up the ladder, Paulo stood and waited, and then the noise picked up--

Was that gunfire?

Where were they?

Opening the wrist console on his suit, Paulo pressed a few buttons, which gave him several error messages, before he closed the stupid thing. A displeased bubblling noise left him just before it came to be his turn to climb the ladder. Whatever lay at the surface, Paulo was about a million percent sure he wasn't ready for it.