#wckd.start

“You’re in my bathroom why?”

“Woah! Calm down. You saw what?”

‘’Can we please say to the greenies that they can’t just come here convinced that they can save everyone.’’

Brows tangling together as he shook his head, Kyle turned, the toe of his shoe digging deep into the ground beneath him. “Greenie’s trying to’ bust out -- How long should we wait to tell him there’s no use?” The corner of his lip turned up into something a little more than a smirk, a dark amused glint in his eyes, “--- bet you tomorrows lunch that he’ll lose it by nightfall.”

He was practically pouting. He’d object to it, of course, but there was no denying that mister grumpy gills was definitely having one of those  days. It had been a particularly strenuous afternoon spent helping the Bricknicks, and he was covered in a thin film of sweat as he languidly rewrapped some bandage that the Med-Jacks had hooked him up with after his knee injure some months ago. Supposed to serve as some kind of shoddy makeshift brace or whatever--best they could do for him.   But he’d been fiddling with it for nearly an hour now. Every now and then, there’d be a wistful glance cast up at the Maze doors. Hearing someone  approach, he finally lifted his eyes expectantly.       “What?”