[ The two green creatures having the discussion - one a toad, the other a tall man who looks human aside from his pointed ears - look over to regard the source of the terse interruption. A pair of yellow, viper-like eyes give Kaiba a once over before the taller of the pair takes a step to clear the hall.
"Well there you have it!" Shrills the frog, who also reaches into the collar of his uniform to procure a long, wooden pipe. "It's your problem. You take him!" ]
Where're the tools?
[ The half-orc inquires, but the frog, pipe now clamped in mouth, just springs dismissively down the hall at speed past Kaiba. ]
Fuck...
[ Fjord scowls after their manager, the black-clawed fingers of his right hand twitching. He's tempted to launch a magical bolt after the damn thing, but his eyes twitch back to the human. He sighs. ]
I dunno where the boiler-room is yet, compadre, but how'd you feel about takin' a walk 'til we find it?
[ One scarred brow ticks up. There's a drawl to his speech - a good ear might guess East Texas, a bad one the American South, though neither are anywhere near the truth. ]
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"Well there you have it!" Shrills the frog, who also reaches into the collar of his uniform to procure a long, wooden pipe. "It's your problem. You take him!" ]
Where're the tools?
[ The half-orc inquires, but the frog, pipe now clamped in mouth, just springs dismissively down the hall at speed past Kaiba. ]
Fuck...
[ Fjord scowls after their manager, the black-clawed fingers of his right hand twitching. He's tempted to launch a magical bolt after the damn thing, but his eyes twitch back to the human. He sighs. ]
I dunno where the boiler-room is yet, compadre, but how'd you feel about takin' a walk 'til we find it?
[ One scarred brow ticks up. There's a drawl to his speech - a good ear might guess East Texas, a bad one the American South, though neither are anywhere near the truth. ]