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"We... sh-should probably get in the house now..."

"H-hm? Ah, uh, I th-think I kinda saw the leaves move in that tree? P-probably nothing..."

"Ah, uh, yeah, sorry, I mean, it's not really mine either... um... I don't really have–... e-er, I mean, but it's nice here, I like it here." I became a bit more nervous as I talked about home, glancing over at Grizale for a second, then back at the house.

People like the hat, and the glasses too I bet, but did anyone comment on that great handsome beard yet?

Have you ever thought of painting your hat green and covering it in some nice fat thorns?

I paced with the crew, eager to have some nice cookies; shortly, we had arrived again at the house. "Ah yes, home sweet home..." The leaves of a tree seemed to shake a tad as we came over, but I felt like it was just the wind, even though it was just that one tree.

I registered into a translation services website, as a translator (Portuguese <-> English, both ways), as my first attempt to have any semblance of a job, but every time I log in and check, all the "jobs" (offers to translate something in exchange for money) are taken by the time I get there. Maybe I should freelance it? Offer my translation services, perhaps?

The ones... above your eyes, I think? Side note: Mine* are kinda basic. To be fair, actual ones aren't... much more interesting, I guess... * character mine, not mine mine, duh

"Ooh! Well, yeah, I'm on it!"

"C-cookies?" I immediately turn to stare at Raizel.

He raises both his eyebrows upon the mention of the word "native".

"...he... cares so much... snif... it's so wholesome..."

A very kind and valuable woman.

"Pfff nah bro wha' you mean, is nuffin', dood"

"Frank! Are y-you sure? That's.. dangerous!" o.o

"Isn't he too wounded to follow? We need to get supplies to help him heal!"

"Yep! Should I stay to watch for Morris, or... uh, I'll follow." I went along with Grizale back to the House, back down that weird trail.

[uhhhhh? okay lol, good night to you too]

An axolotl with two small and slightly shocking horns?...

"Yeah! There might be more cameras in the House and we need to remove them lest someone pick them back up with all the footage or something." Something tugged at me from the satchel. "Hmm? Oh, hey Mint!" I said as I looked down. "Things... kinda complicated, the plot thickens, but at least you're still doing alright."

"Ah, uh, I h-hope so!... although, I wouldn't blame you if you couldn't... I, e-er, I mean–..."

"O-oh, that's... s-scary." I sidestepped a bit closer to Nadia at the ominous utterance, still staring up at Smith all the while.

"O-oh... wow, that... must have been really bad... how was it defeated at all? Or did we just avoid it somehow? B-both are better than the worst case scenarios!"

"Hm? Oh no! We have to find the taxi! And yeah, I saw what happened to him at base camp earlier. Or did something else wound him?"

"O-oh, uh, that's... confusing, anditotallydidnotalreadyforgettheabsolutewholeifwhatyoujustsaid, but aa it's so good to see you!!" Unbeknownst to even myself, I truly smiled. [Man, I feel bad for Morris now. Eh, not as bad as losing your taxi-of-a-lifetime, though.] [Nah, it wasn't, it just ... teleported her. Interesting way to keep pace!]