#doodle-tu4ever

[lizardbr4in]

-a plate was throw hard at their face as a voice shouts and not sounding pleased at all-

PUT THAT DOWN OR ILL BEAT YO ASS! JUST BECAUSE I DONT SLEEP HERE DOSNT MEAN YOU CAN ROB IT!

-a woman in a purple hoodie and teeth growing alongside her face steps into view from the dark. her 3 other hands griping other kitchen items like a fork, knife, and another plate and she is scowling not enjoying the new company-

-Tu

Laurent saw stars as the plate hit him directly in the head, fragments of china scattering across the floor as it exploded on impact. Scales or not, that hurt! His lizard half on the other hand cackled maniacally, drool spraying from it's open maw as it eyed up the angry newcomer still armed with plenty of ammunition.

"HOW NICE. I LOVE IT WHEN DINNER COMES WITH IT'S OWN DINING SET." Wincing as he rubbed the lump on his head, Laurent blinked away tears as peered up at the person who threw it. Definitely another Witness if those extra arms were a given as well as teeth that could put his lizard side to shame. Immediately he held up his arms in a placating gesture, turning around so that his snarling half was no longer facing her. "Ow! Hey hey, stop that! I'm sorry, just-! One sec, please!" His lizard half is still jeering, egging him on to fight until Laurent jabs it in their shared side a few times until at last it quietens down but it still continues licking it's fangs as Laurent slides back against the wall, hoping against hope that Tu doesn't chuck another plate at him or worse, comes at him with her knife and fork. Obediently he tosses the backpack, angling it so it lands at her feet. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't intending on robbing you or anyone! I-I thought this place had been abandoned. I was just trying to find some food for a friend, that's all." He finished in a quiet voice. @doodle-tu4ever

[fidgetcricket]

@doodle-tu4ever opened the door HERE tu slowly opens the door and looking skeptical of the new person/creature at her door- What are you? And what do you got?

If he notices the sceptical expression on Tw's face, Morton doesn't say anything about it as she cracks the door open. In fact, he's the picture of good manners, waving at the... shrimp woman with one of four arms before unhoisting his heavy rucksack and setting it down on the floor. "A merchant. Have many good things, ehhh... useful little items I've picked up here and there." Bandages. A pack of Onion-O's. A machete. Shurikens. Clawed fingers rummage through the rucksack before grasping a pack of painkillers, long antennae reaching out from within the shabby hood. "Yesssss. I am... ehhh. Was a cricket. I outgrew the case. You are... ehhh, some form of crustacean? I don't mind, so long as you have junk." Such examples can be seen mingled within the rucksack. A rubber band. A pencil. A fidget cube. A rat skull. It's just junk most people would throw away without second thought but perhaps Tw has something he'd be interested in?

[lizardbr4in]

@doodle-tu4ever caught you HERE!

-Tu glares coldly as she steps closer jabbing a knife in his direction making sure he stays far back enough against the wall- Yea yea likely story! What even are you? How did you even get in! The door was l locked- -she glanced to the door and saw it in pieces on the floor then looked back at Laurent and slammed a plate on the ground on frustration as it shattered on impact- Damit! Do you just break everyone’s doors!? Are you crazy or something!? And what friend! That thing on your back!?

Laurent winces again at the sound of a second plate breaking, glad it wasn't against his head this time although he had the sinking feeling that relief might not last long if this conversation went badly. Tu was still armed and understandably extremely pissed off whether or not she too had mutated like him. His eyes dart back and forth nervously, between the door he'd broken down and the knife gleaming in Tu's hands, the backpack of food still laying at her feet before glancing at the open doorway again. "I-I'm a student, or at least I was one before I looked up at the sky on my way to the college down the road! Some of my classmates... we didn't know what was happening and made a break for the nearest shelter. We ended up in the sewers, one of which was connected to this building. M-My name, i-it's Laurent..." He spoke quickly, his words coming out in a rapid jumble as he kept his eyes fastened on the knife levelled at him. A fight wasn't what he was after, even though his lizard half was literally chomping at the bit for some action, laughing stupidly as it drooled all over the wall. Fighting seemed like a bad idea. He no longer had food, let alone any medical supplies on hand. Could he run? Possibly, if Tu's vision and mobility had been compromised, but she'd managed to hit him with that plate so that seemed unlikely too. Pity it was then, that and the simple truth.

"I-I'm not crazy, or-or at least I don't think I am? This was the only door I've tried breaking down. All the other unlocked rooms have already been picked clean. The thing on my back, it's not my friend. I can't get it to shut up but, uh, I don't think it's dangerous? My friend was also a student at college. He stopped coming a while ago, but I found him here. He's stuck and can't leave where he is, and I don't know how to help-" Tu's vision starts getting blurry and Laurent realizes the stress of it all is catching up to him, the words falling out of his mouth faster than he can process his eyes are watering again. His lizard half starts to laugh again, except this time it's at it's other half. "WAHHH WAHHHH. WHAT A CRYBABY, HAHAHA."

[fidgetcricket]

Three beady eyes can be seen blinking in the distance. He is so curious to know what tu's... what was that word people liked to use these days, beef with Sybil?

[fidgetcricket]

Hey mort! I whent digging through my stuff and found more bottle caps

-Tu holds up a small fabric bag shaking it slightly as the bottle caps jingle around-

More bottle caps from Tu??? Morton's attention is immediately pulled from his backpack where he'd been painstakingly cataloguing today's finds, none of which including bottle caps meaning his collection was worryingly low. That was until now, and at once he's on his feet, eagerly inspecting the jingling bag in her hands. "You have bottle caps? Let me see! Oh yes, very good. These are most... ehhh, exquisite specimens indeed. I would even go as far as saying they are... recherché." Rummaging through his bags for items of value to trade, Morton's claws are quick to grab a selection of snacks, some rolled-up notes and a tonic. He wasn't one to take something for nothing; Tu had even been thoughtful enough to put these bottle caps in a bag meaning he didn't have to worry about these beauties slipping out of his many pockets. "Ehhh.... you sure know where to find the good stuff. What kind of things do you like, so I know what to bring in future?" @doodle-tu4ever

[fidgetcricket]

He's sitting with his new soda caps like a dragon on a hoard of coins. Woe betide the fool who steals one.