valo-kas froze, looking at beck with pleading eyes for about as long as it took them to be enraged at that show of weakness on their behalf. three eyes narrowed and the sheaf of poetry in their leaking jaws was perforated with deep teethmarks as they clenched down and then spat, stamping a paw into the now-illegible mess to keep it still.
“[color=salmon]you in’erested in helping me clean this- clean this, uuh, trash? s-someone really fucked up here, y’know? i dunno whose bullshit word-papers these are but damn, right?” maybe if the universe decided to stop hating them, they could play off their frantic demeanor as just That’s How I Am, Baby! That’s Valo-Kas! and nobody would question it.
valo-kas pawed at the air. “[color=salmon]why doncha uh. drop that po- gimme those, papers, dude. i want those papers. so i can,” god, what was something characteristically and eyerollingly nasty? “[color=salmon]i wanna eat my own, hot- i wanna, vomit worms, into them and roll ‘em up and eat it. my own, um, hot worm vomit paper burritos. ‘cause uh, fuck whoever left ‘em out here. gimme.” they waggled their paw again, keeping the other pressing down insistently on what they had already collected and feeling painfully aware of the other uncollected pages scattered about camp.
“[color=salmon]you in’erested in helping me clean this- clean this, uuh, trash? s-someone really fucked up here, y’know? i dunno whose bullshit word-papers these are but damn, right?” maybe if the universe decided to stop hating them, they could play off their frantic demeanor as just That’s How I Am, Baby! That’s Valo-Kas! and nobody would question it.
valo-kas pawed at the air. “[color=salmon]why doncha uh. drop that po- gimme those, papers, dude. i want those papers. so i can,” god, what was something characteristically and eyerollingly nasty? “[color=salmon]i wanna eat my own, hot- i wanna, vomit worms, into them and roll ‘em up and eat it. my own, um, hot worm vomit paper burritos. ‘cause uh, fuck whoever left ‘em out here. gimme.” they waggled their paw again, keeping the other pressing down insistently on what they had already collected and feeling painfully aware of the other uncollected pages scattered about camp.