Seventeenth Scale {Audio.}

[salsaconjere]

[With the sudden squirt from his communicator-- the fish doesn't hesitate to toss it back onto his bed. On comes some far away voices~]

R-RIBBIT-

No, Harpie- quiet down or someone will hear.

[Some frantic FROG noises in the background, which is followed by several ''chops'. As if a butcher knife was cutting through something-
before the comm clicks

Comments

[hadalotofsugar]

[Oh shit King hadn't even though of Jeremiah when Haine went poof.]

I don't think Harpie needs to lose his legs.

[salsaconjere]

[He's denying everything. So don't even worry about it~]

..[For the first time, shakey, 'OMGTHANKYOU' ribbits are heard over the comm. Jere makes a soft 'Sssh' noise to follow it.]

[hadalotofsugar]

....Were you going to eat him?

[He sounds vaguely amused.]

[salsaconjere]

[Biggest eye-twitch ever.]

No.

[hadalotofsugar]

Then what are you so studiously chopping up, my friend?

[salsaconjere]

..Fish.

[Harpie's croaking again in the background.]

[hadalotofsugar]

Making sushi?

Sounds like your froggy friend doesn't like that.

[salsaconjere]

Sushi is rather delicious, but. Harpie's just acting like a woman.

[hadalotofsugar]

I know some women who would take offense to that and resemble it.