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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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?