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Ambrose bottled a snort as he chuckled at Audrey’s remark about the God of Broth. [color=#d6b8e4]“Good one,”[/color] he remarked. He did rub his fingers over the piece of fabric, considering removing it and using that as something to tie his hair up. It was easier to focus on that than on the words that were coming out of Eckehart’s mouth. It was all gibberish to him. Honestly, it reminded him of when his NYC friends would go on and on about one of the newest JRPGs they’d started playing. And Ambrose only knew that acronym because it was burned into his brain. Saying anything different was asking for a long diatribe about the difference between Western and Eastern games and how they—[i]why was he thinking about this!?![/i] Right it was burned into his brain.

[color=#d6b8e4]“Wait?”[/color] he questioned himself. [color=#d6b8e4]“I was just given a child’s toy despite you all getting something cool? This is my luck.”[/color] He looked at Rowan and sighed at the mention of a kiddie meal, but the sigh was tinged with a smile. [color=#d6b8e4]“I suddenly have the urge to move on before I get a diaper and a binky too.”[/color]

Eckehart answered everyone else’s questions before moving on. Ambrose sorted himself into the middle of the group. It had nothing to do with his previous comment. More so, he was trying to save the integrity of the ribbon while pulling it out from the spoon. He lacked the strength to do anything with said spoon, so it was up to his fingers to handle the ribbon. His digits didn’t want to cooperate, though. The webbing between them caused him to grit his shark-like teeth at the weird sensation they emitted when he touched them. It had to be the opposite of a phantom limb situation. Except he was put off by foreign feelings from new body parts. He inevitably removed the ribbon and pulled his hair into a blob on the top of his head. The wavey seafoam locks mostly stayed within their bundle. A few locks fell and tickled the gills on his neck. Another feeling he didn’t care for.

He looked at the paintings, and then at the mountain behind them. It was all—a lot. The world was beautiful. Much like the pictures his dad would show him from a country that Ambrose couldn’t verbalize without doing a disservice to the native language it came from. And yet, there felt like a film over his eyes—as if this was as normal as looking at a skyscraper. His brain was a swamp and his nerves felt like they’d been awoken from a deep sleep. It didn’t feel rational, but it did feel real.

A mention of a princess caused Ambrose’s odd ears to perk up. At least that was a concept he was familiar with. Before he could eke anything out, Audrey was already knee-deep in hostility. Her anger was much like a fart, and she’d probably held it in too long. Now it was rank and spreading for everyone to smell. So, he quickly shot through the others to get to her.

[color=#d6b8e4]“Woah,”[/color] he said probably a little too briskly. [color=#d6b8e4]“Look, Audrey’s not wrong. We’ve pretty much been Narnia-napped here—kid-Narnia-d, it doesn’t matter. What she’s saying is that there has been an exhausting amount of steps to get to this point without—like—any time to rest. Or eat. Or take a shit for that matter. Not that I’ve checked to see if I—you know what, not the time.” [/color]

He took a deep breath, flashed a smile, placed his hands on his hips, and straightened his spine. [color=#d6b8e4]“I’m more than happy to visit a princess that has been waiting for us for a long time. She’s royalty, and I’m sure that she has some grand knowledge to impart to us. Along with the power to fulfill whatever requests we ask of her—as we’ll try our best to fulfill any requests from her. That being said, despite all this being beautiful, wonderful, and whatnot, this is not home. So, it’d be nice to get an itinerary on the length of our stay, and when we can get back home.”[/color] He then paused, racking his brain for a way to say things in a more concise way. [color=#d6b8e4]“We’re just hoping this trip is fighting-night.”[/color] Shit. [color=#d6b8e4]“File-knit.”[/color] Double shit.[color=#d6b8e4] “The opposite of infinite. Fin-it.”[/color] He looked at Rowan with a smile, proud that he’d gotten there. [color=#d6b8e4]“So… let’s go, everyone. Let’s help the princess… and get the answers we were looking for. I have a sudden urge to make sure everything below the belt is where it’s supposed to be.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]
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