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“We can always get wings another time, they’re not going to sell out on the first day.” you say, and point over at the street taco stand. “Y’ever had a torta?” you then ask, glancing between Morgan and Rochelle. The bugs shake their heads, which brings a smile to your face. “Well, if they’re anything like the ones Ben’s mom makes, you’re in for a treat!” Glancing over at Ty and Kori, you gesture towards the taco stand. “How about you two, down for some tortas?”
“Maybe later, that gyro stand looks
too good to ignore.” the short girl says, pulling her tall companion in that direction. “We’ll meetcha back here after grub!” she finishes with a short wave. Ty shrugs and grins, the couple splitting off towards the greek-themed food truck, as you bring the girls over to the short line outside the taco stand. As you draw closer, you see Tsuki standing off to the side of the line, her front legs tapping the ground in an erratic but soft manner. Her gaze seems glued to the service window, most likely waiting for whatever meal she ordered.
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At the head of the line was a
very short blonde girl, her skin the color of a ripe lime, with a pair of stubby black horns peeking out from under her bangs. You assumed she must be a goblin, or something along those lines. She was wearing a black leather vest that was at
least a size or two too large, with a big patch on the back that was half ripped loose and folded over.
“...ix tacosh with e’rrything, annnnnd… a couple popsh…” the green girl drawls out in a surprisingly husky voice, swaying side to side on her feet as she slaps a few bills onto the counter. Damn, she was definitely
sloshed. The vendor at the register, a tanned cat girl with bronze and black spotted fur, turns and yells something over her shoulder that sounds vaguely Spanish. At the same time, the drunk goblin does a wobbly turn, facing Tsuki. “Hey, Shkittersh!” she yells out, startling the yellow spider and making her clink the Coke bottles in her hand together. She must have jumped at least a foot or two in the air, you mused. “Ya work at oneuhth’ clothesshtands, right? Do y’all do leatha’ repairsh? I tore m’patch gettin’ a trailah shet up.” she continues slurring, stepping away from the line and closer to Tsuki, stumbling as she turns to show off the torn patch. The pair behind her, a pale ginger-haired woman in a desert camo shirt and shorts, with a magenta-hued slime quite literally hanging off of her like a backpack, stepped up to order next.
“Um, y-yes! I’ve worked a little with leather before!” the spider begins, going from startled to chipper in a flash as she looks over the torn patch. “It shouldn’t be too hard to stitch that back… up…” she starts, trailing off as her eyes flick up, and make contact with yours. You give her a polite smile, resulting in a strong blush forming on Tsuki’s face. An imperceptible murmur passes her lips, her eyes frantically darting left and right, before rolling back. She teeters in place for a moment, eventually slumping against the stand. The glass soda bottles fall from her hand onto the ground with a soft thud, still thankfully sealed. Huh, you never expected to see a spider actually
faint, but, you guess there’s a first for everything.
“Heeeey! What th’hell, man?!” the green girl slurs out, looking back-and-forth over her shoulder at Tsuki, then at you. “Why’dya haffta’ go and knock’er out?!” she spits, gritting her teeth. You feel Morgan and Rochelle bristle on either side of you, and you placatingly raise your hands.
“Whoa
whoa, hold on! I didn’t do that on
purpose!” you explain. “All I did was smile, how was I supposed to know she’d pass out?” The goblin’s eyes narrow, dancing between you and the bugs. She shifts from side to side on her feet, nearly falling over at one point, and lets out a huff.
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