#doodle-tu4ever

"HOW NICE. I LOVE IT WHEN DINNER COMES WITH IT'S OWN DINING SET." Wincing as he rubbed the lump on his head, Laurent blinked away tears as peered up at the person who threw it. Definitely another Witness if those extra arms were a given as well as teeth that could put his lizard side to shame. Immediately he held up his arms in a placating gesture, turning around so that his snarling half was no longer facing her. "Ow! Hey hey, stop that! I'm sorry, just-! One sec, please!" His lizard half is still jeering, egging him on to fight until Laurent jabs it in their shared side a few times until at last it quietens down but it still continues licking it's fangs as Laurent slides back against the wall, hoping against hope that Tu doesn't chuck another plate at him or worse, comes at him with her knife and fork. Obediently he tosses the backpack, angling it so it lands at her feet. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't intending on robbing you or anyone! I-I thought this place had been abandoned. I was just trying to find some food for a friend, that's all." He finished in a quiet voice. @doodle-tu4ever

If he notices the sceptical expression on Tw's face, Morton doesn't say anything about it as she cracks the door open. In fact, he's the picture of good manners, waving at the... shrimp woman with one of four arms before unhoisting his heavy rucksack and setting it down on the floor. "A merchant. Have many good things, ehhh... useful little items I've picked up here and there." Bandages. A pack of Onion-O's. A machete. Shurikens. Clawed fingers rummage through the rucksack before grasping a pack of painkillers, long antennae reaching out from within the shabby hood. "Yesssss. I am... ehhh. Was a cricket. I outgrew the case. You are... ehhh, some form of crustacean? I don't mind, so long as you have junk." Such examples can be seen mingled within the rucksack. A rubber band. A pencil. A fidget cube. A rat skull. It's just junk most people would throw away without second thought but perhaps Tw has something he'd be interested in?

"I-I'm not crazy, or-or at least I don't think I am? This was the only door I've tried breaking down. All the other unlocked rooms have already been picked clean. The thing on my back, it's not my friend. I can't get it to shut up but, uh, I don't think it's dangerous? My friend was also a student at college. He stopped coming a while ago, but I found him here. He's stuck and can't leave where he is, and I don't know how to help-" Tu's vision starts getting blurry and Laurent realizes the stress of it all is catching up to him, the words falling out of his mouth faster than he can process his eyes are watering again. His lizard half starts to laugh again, except this time it's at it's other half. "WAHHH WAHHHH. WHAT A CRYBABY, HAHAHA."

More bottle caps from Tu??? Morton's attention is immediately pulled from his backpack where he'd been painstakingly cataloguing today's finds, none of which including bottle caps meaning his collection was worryingly low. That was until now, and at once he's on his feet, eagerly inspecting the jingling bag in her hands. "You have bottle caps? Let me see! Oh yes, very good. These are most... ehhh, exquisite specimens indeed. I would even go as far as saying they are... recherché." Rummaging through his bags for items of value to trade, Morton's claws are quick to grab a selection of snacks, some rolled-up notes and a tonic. He wasn't one to take something for nothing; Tu had even been thoughtful enough to put these bottle caps in a bag meaning he didn't have to worry about these beauties slipping out of his many pockets. "Ehhh.... you sure know where to find the good stuff. What kind of things do you like, so I know what to bring in future?" @doodle-tu4ever