Mistress Dizzy
The twins perked up at the human's question about his rifle mods. Ojan pretended to not hear it and kept walking forward. Ulri awkwardly turned around, and when he did, accidentally dropped pieces of his pile onto the ground.
"Oh, so you are a customer! You, you looked familiar." He did not. Ulri could not tell humans apart, but nodded enthusiastically nonetheless. "I'm sure your order will be ready at the allotted time he gave you." Ulri was satisfied by his default customer service answer and began picking up the pieces he dropped.
"Hurry up!" Ojan shouted. He was already down the street. "Boss is already pissed as is!"
"You shut your mouth!" Ulri barked. He turned back to the human and the garundin, holding the other human like he was a travel bag. "This sector is going to swarm with vultures soon. I'd get out of here quick while you still can!"
In that moment a loud thud was heard, followed by the clang of several metals falling onto the street. Ulri turned back and saw his brother Ojan on the floor, his loot pile scattered about him. A large torros towered over Ulri's twin, arms crossed, horns pointed, and snout fuming.
"Watch where you're going puffball!" Its yell could be heard miles away.
"Stick your horns up your ass, bullshitter!" Ojan shouted back, his yell barely within earshot. What he said next, however, didn't fall onto deaf ears. "Your kind belongs on the street, not the sidewalk!"
"Oh, jolly stupid." Ulri sighed, running to save Ojan from an impending shitstorm.
"Oh, so you are a customer! You, you looked familiar." He did not. Ulri could not tell humans apart, but nodded enthusiastically nonetheless. "I'm sure your order will be ready at the allotted time he gave you." Ulri was satisfied by his default customer service answer and began picking up the pieces he dropped.
"Hurry up!" Ojan shouted. He was already down the street. "Boss is already pissed as is!"
"You shut your mouth!" Ulri barked. He turned back to the human and the garundin, holding the other human like he was a travel bag. "This sector is going to swarm with vultures soon. I'd get out of here quick while you still can!"
In that moment a loud thud was heard, followed by the clang of several metals falling onto the street. Ulri turned back and saw his brother Ojan on the floor, his loot pile scattered about him. A large torros towered over Ulri's twin, arms crossed, horns pointed, and snout fuming.
"Watch where you're going puffball!" Its yell could be heard miles away.
"Stick your horns up your ass, bullshitter!" Ojan shouted back, his yell barely within earshot. What he said next, however, didn't fall onto deaf ears. "Your kind belongs on the street, not the sidewalk!"
"Oh, jolly stupid." Ulri sighed, running to save Ojan from an impending shitstorm.
