(I pickpocket EVERYONE
...A lot of people want me dead now)
*Rita can't speak, they'd be found out if she did. She just continues to shake get head no. The guy helping them returns with some water. Rita goes limp again* Here.. See if you can get her to take it.
(No
I have been told not to kill people/domestic animals unless there are no witnesses by my friend who plays all the time
Except for this one assassination job
Gotta get this guy and he lives right next to a huge town)
*When Amber approaches Rita, she speaks very quietly* Rita does not need medicine.. She is not actually sick.. *She drinks all of the water and smiles, then goes back to the act, coughing and sputtering*
(Ughhhhh this dude
He's so hard to kill)
*The man turns, very worried* She's not doing well... Is she awake yet? *Rita opens her eyes and looks around, silent*
*Rita smiles and stands* Haha! He thinks Rita is soooo sick! Family will eat nicely. *She settles back down, pensive* Me feel bad.. But we need to survive somehow, right?
(SOMONE HELP ME
IM READING DIPPER GOES TO TACO BELL
Wat)
Amber rubbed the back of her neck, "Yeah I suppose so," She gave a slight chuckle. "I didn't even catch his name."
*She sits back down, still smiling a bit, but getting back to her act* He is kind.. Not many this eager to help. *The man enters again with a basket of something very good smelling*
("HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Grunkle Stan replied
Wat)
Amber smiled immediately when she smelled the food. She hasn't eaten anything in the past two days...Ever since she offered her fish.
*Its a soup of some kind. He pours a bit out into a little bowl for Rita, who takes it feebly* You three look pretty hungry.. I got enough for the three of you, if you want some.
*Rita's already finished, whimpering for more*
(Watching the shorts they made in between seasons 1 and 2
"Mabel's guide to stickers"
On the page with the Aztecs it talks about a ritual in which they formed a circle around a wolf or wild dog and they chanted sacred words, and this allowed the dog to speak english and play basketball (or ollamalitzh).
*He looks down* Oh.. Poor things. Nopon are pretty sensitive, they must have taken it hard. *He stands and puts a blanket around the two and smiles sadly* You seem to be a pretty good caretaker though.
She sighed heavily. Sleeping felt like the last thing she needed to do. Amber thought it was her job to watch these two. Even though she could possibly be home right now. "...alright." She admitted.
It'll be ok, I promise. *Amber and the twins are taken to a small room. There's one bed, but there seems to be enough room for all of them on it* If you need anything, I'll be in the other room.
