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this is hella rad

Seriously I've missed like five answered asks and replies and follow greetings and people calling me cute

yo dawg i’m right here and totally willing /seductive pose ouo

((that was me, pff))12. A nuclear holocaust has broken out. Our characters are alone in an underground safe house, hardly the size of a hotel room. They begin to go stir crazy… And then just crazy!

"whats it look like?" A dumb question he asks, reffering to the armour of the soldiers preforming mass culling just above their heads. Orders of her highness. Someone fucked up.They were in his hive now. Just far enough underground that they'd be safe from whatever toxins they were using above. Nuclear or otherwise, though they wouldn't be safe forever.

"whats it look like?" He repeats, "the uniforms. what do you think they're using"She just laughed at him. "how should i know? and whatever it is, it didn't SMELL good!!" He'd almost forgotten she was blind too. "how long do you think it will last?" He replied. Not even bothering to argue with her, or say anything about how she followed him here, without his permission, yet for some reason, he wasn't going to push her out to be culled.

"til they find who theyre looking for,, dummy!! and when they find him,, they better find him dead.." She says and he sighs. That shrill voice of hers was going to be awful to deal with for even the next few minutes let alone hours or days.But it took hours. Hours of listening to soldiers voices, low and commanding. Hours of hearing footsteps tred over the soil above them, lots of footsteps. And after hours, every little thud seemed threatening. Every little holler or command given. The dangerous scent of the chemicals leaking in didn't help their fears any."if they find us, you run first" Toflos says, finally breaking the silence. "you have a better chance"She just smiles. "fine with me!!"Theres a sound of digging then and he pushes her back against the walls of the tunnel, hiding her behind him. A sniffing sound is heard once the dirt erupts, and Toflos laughs though the troll girl behind him stays tense and afraid. The saffron walks forward, his hands out in front of him, until they meet the lusii's pink flesh of his nose and then he rubs his hand against it, brushing some dirt off it.

"WHAT IS THAT THING??" She says, having been screeching a bit softly, picking up on the size of it, her stomach growling faintly, even with the rancid smell. 

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