[ He leans over the railing a bit to look up, visually following the slimy trail left for them up the stairs. He even makes a show of leaning further than normally possible thanks to the support of his tentacles. ]
This isn't even about him! This is about getting your goddamn door back...
[ why is she even helping him, really.... whatever. she's already here, so she may as well see it to the very end. she's endured worse than a billion steps, after all.
so she waves at kleken, motioning him to go on ahead. she'll keep climbing up while dragging her tired legs along the way, using the railings as leverage. because surely... surely they're almost there now, right? ]
[ He continues on as waved away, but a few larger tentacles reach back behind the mass of tentacles he lounges on for Ishmael to scoop her up and carry her along. ]
[ hello? he can do that?? ishmael starts flailing her arms as she tries to wrench herself out of the tentacles' grasp, but to no avail. she's too exhausted, but that doesn't mean she's tired enough to mouth off. ]
[ How else does she think he does kidnappings so regularly? Okay maybe she doesn't know about his regular kidnappings, but she's seen Splat scurrying about before and Kleken's method really isn't all that different. Just on a much larger scale. ]
You can file complaints with Splat at a later date.
Falling behind? From what?! Tell me right now or else!
[ and trust her, you do not want her to Lose It entirely. right now she's mentally cycling through her mind on what e.g.o she should choose to get her out of his clutches - ]
Behind Splat, of course. He appears to have entered the hallway already.
[ A floor above them, there's a tell-tale slam of a door, and when they arrive at the top of the stair case there's a pointed lack of tentacle monster to lead the way. The slimy trail, though thinner at this point, indicates that Kleken's words are correct. ]
[ it isn't always? this is her first time?? then again, she shouldn't be too surprised. there's always some weird shit happening to her every christmas, no matter what universe, so thanks kleken for fulfilling that quota albeit unknowingly.
she does stop struggling with the tentacle's hold on her though, choosing to just... let her feet dangle freely as she plops her cheek on her palm with a pout. ]
And this is why you don't miss leg day.
[ huffs. she does notice that the slick trail that splat left behind is diminishing though, and she blinks once they reach a very opulent hallway where the floors and walls practically gleam with cleanliness. ]
[ If anything, Kleken has more legs than more other people. They just could also be arms too. Admittedly, he's also very much unaware of gym terms, so leg day is being taken in the most literal of terms right now. ]
[ Once they're through the door and in the hallways of the king rank, he sets them both down, drawing back in his tentacles to a respectable amount around himself. ]
It would appear so. What a strange place for Splat to go.
I'm just saying you need to work out more, is all.
[ that's something to work on in the new year, assuming he'll still be around and all.
she finds herself back on her feet again, shooting kleken one of her exasperated looks before her gaze lands on the trail of slime that goes further down the hallway and... seems to end at one of the doors? things are started to add up in ishmael's mind now as she leads the way. ]
Yeah... strange, isn't it. Why the King rank of all places? [ a pause, as she turns to face him again. ] You got promoted, didn't you.
My schedule is already far too full with working out to add more.
[ He doesn't even try for a believable lie; he's rather sure they both know he'll never do it and he'd rather go for the outrageous lie than one that might commit him to being dragged off to do work outs however people might do them. Knowledge he'd much rather not have. ]
[ He begins following the trail toward the propped open door, carefully stepping to the side of the trail in order to avoid any messes being spread onto his shoes. The look he's shot when Ishmael stop has him smiling for a moment, shamelessly lacking in surprise. ]
[ he's not even attempting to weave a much more convincing lie anymore. maybe the holiday slump is also getting to him, and that's why he went all this way just to take her here.
she rejoins him at his side with the most unimpressed look on her face, staring down at the trail of slime that leads further into the room. looks like splat's already broken himself in their new abode. ]
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But we're almost there, right?
[ she's going to keep going up, in this case, now holding on to the railings as she practically crawls the steps to the next floor. ]
Don't tell me Splat's leading us up to the very top...
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I believe he has very high ambitions.
[ Meaning they're going to the top. ]
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[ why is she even helping him, really.... whatever. she's already here, so she may as well see it to the very end. she's endured worse than a billion steps, after all.
so she waves at kleken, motioning him to go on ahead. she'll keep climbing up while dragging her tired legs along the way, using the railings as leverage. because surely... surely they're almost there now, right? ]
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[ He continues on as waved away, but a few larger tentacles reach back behind the mass of tentacles he lounges on for Ishmael to scoop her up and carry her along. ]
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What the... Hey! Where are you taking me?!
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[ How else does she think he does kidnappings so regularly? Okay maybe she doesn't know about his regular kidnappings, but she's seen Splat scurrying about before and Kleken's method really isn't all that different. Just on a much larger scale. ]
You can file complaints with Splat at a later date.
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Falling behind? From what?! Tell me right now or else!
[ and trust her, you do not want her to Lose It entirely. right now she's mentally cycling through her mind on what e.g.o she should choose to get her out of his clutches - ]
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Behind Splat, of course. He appears to have entered the hallway already.
[ A floor above them, there's a tell-tale slam of a door, and when they arrive at the top of the stair case there's a pointed lack of tentacle monster to lead the way. The slimy trail, though thinner at this point, indicates that Kleken's words are correct. ]
He's quite fast.
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she does stop struggling with the tentacle's hold on her though, choosing to just... let her feet dangle freely as she plops her cheek on her palm with a pout. ]
And this is why you don't miss leg day.
[ huffs. she does notice that the slick trail that splat left behind is diminishing though, and she blinks once they reach a very opulent hallway where the floors and walls practically gleam with cleanliness. ]
Wait... We're at the very top, aren't we?
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[ If anything, Kleken has more legs than more other people. They just could also be arms too. Admittedly, he's also very much unaware of gym terms, so leg day is being taken in the most literal of terms right now. ]
[ Once they're through the door and in the hallways of the king rank, he sets them both down, drawing back in his tentacles to a respectable amount around himself. ]
It would appear so. What a strange place for Splat to go.
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[ that's something to work on in the new year, assuming he'll still be around and all.
she finds herself back on her feet again, shooting kleken one of her exasperated looks before her gaze lands on the trail of slime that goes further down the hallway and... seems to end at one of the doors? things are started to add up in ishmael's mind now as she leads the way. ]
Yeah... strange, isn't it. Why the King rank of all places? [ a pause, as she turns to face him again. ] You got promoted, didn't you.
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[ He doesn't even try for a believable lie; he's rather sure they both know he'll never do it and he'd rather go for the outrageous lie than one that might commit him to being dragged off to do work outs however people might do them. Knowledge he'd much rather not have. ]
[ He begins following the trail toward the propped open door, carefully stepping to the side of the trail in order to avoid any messes being spread onto his shoes. The look he's shot when Ishmael stop has him smiling for a moment, shamelessly lacking in surprise. ]
Oh did I?
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[ he's not even attempting to weave a much more convincing lie anymore. maybe the holiday slump is also getting to him, and that's why he went all this way just to take her here.
she rejoins him at his side with the most unimpressed look on her face, staring down at the trail of slime that leads further into the room. looks like splat's already broken himself in their new abode. ]
Well? Aren't you going to welcome me inside?