Home sweet home - November 3rd meeting

hahaha oh shit that’s right. these...these things. valo-kas happened on over looking a little frazzled, not by the meeting but by something prior that was of no consequence at all, and they plopped down to listen to morgan tell it how it was. lay down the law. keep ot real. all that good leader-y shit, baby. their attention wavered plenty of times ‘cause that was how they were, but they stuck their chest out at the mention of their return and winked a wink far too saucy for an ooey gooey abomination such as themself.

“[color=salmon]uhhhhh,” they deflated in no time flat, idly itching behind one ear, third eye squinted. “[color=salmon]’grats to umm...i forgot the names already.” a thick rope of drool stretched and snapped, dropping from their chin to land on the ground with a smat. everything else was...uh. Huh. they couldn’t tell if they had forgotten or hadn’t bothered to retain the information in the first place. something about being nice to sunhaven. fuck ‘em. and that was that on that.

once things looked all wrapped up (pretty and bowtied, even), they didn’t bother lingering. just long enough to hear the three-legged chick stammer off something about medic tryouts, something valo-kas was not and would never think to pick up. and what, become useful all of a sudden? not a snowball’s chance in hell. they took off.