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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:02 pm
If it was possible to sulk to a bowl, Yossarian did it.
Yes, he was leering and frowning intensely down at the vessel full of deceptively good smelling stew like it was somehow the source of all his problems, only taking up the questionably cleaned spoon he'd been given when he stomach let loose a great snarl, and not even granting himself the "pleasure" of enjoying how it tasted.
And sadly (or not so much?), it was pretty damn... pleasant, in that aspect.
"What, me?" King asked innocently, smirking, and then letting loose a smooth chuckle. "Nah, but I have excellent instincts, you know!"
"He does," Wolfie agreed between bites of his on meal, "amazing stuff! You should see 'im--"
"Oh, looks like Red and Lou finally got here," King commented rather offhandedly as two other seemingly innocuous Kanus men-- also in rather smart dressage-- suddenly came in, rising from his seat and smiling back at his two 'guests'. "If you'll excuse me for a bit... Wolfie, you make sure they get themselves all full up, clear?"
"Roger!"
Aaand with that, he wandered off to go join the pair at a corner table. Hmm... what on earth was that about?
The description had been a little unnerving for Shae, too, even if she didn't show it. From what she'd known of Hanna in their time together thus far, neither rain nor snow nor even Armageddon could ever get her 'frazzled'... but this gold-and-tarnished fellow didn't appear to be lying, either, and had no reason to...
"Well, I'd call any long journey an epic one, myself," the lizard man (... it WAS a Xeric, right?) mused goodnaturedly, "but that's neither here nor there... anyway, she went off, oooh..." He paused for a moment, 'hmm'ing to himeself thoughtfully, and finally waved a clawed hand off in the direction of... some street. "That way, somewhere, if you're looking to find her. Said she was looking for a pharmacy."
Okay... a pharmacy? That seemed like a very odd thing to be looking for unless something was wr-- ... er.
"Ah, thank you very much for the information, Sir," Shae said quickly, giving a little nod and bow as best she could, "we appreciate the direction."
"Oh, no problem, friends," he smiled. "Tell her Caprician wishes her well, if she's under the weather."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:22 pm
Fffffffffffff!
He was being silly! Or so Aster logicked, giggling madly at how Yossarian leered at his bowl before leaning over to rub her nose against his cheek. Prrprrprrrprrprrrr<333
However, the food, on the other hand, was something that was..sadly mostly ignored by Aster in favor of her want. Which was also known as.. DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNNNNN the allkehawlz. Which she sipped at again before taking a few more bites of her stew, before half-brandishing her spoon at the Kanus behind the bar.
"This is some meeeeaaaan stew."
Yep. Her lack of alcohol in more than a YEAR was getting to her, just from that statement.
And the fact she'd brandished a spoon. Ah hell. This was probably going to be bad by the time she finished her drink.
Kanda nodded slowly at the statement. Okay..uhh..pharmacy. Well, there hopefully wouldn't be too much trouble finding one of those, right? However, as though in protest of this side-quest, his stomach immediately went 'UHSC00Z ME' and growled.
Loudly..
afh;sdfhad;fhdflkajdfahd;fkjdfasldf.
fashldfj.
Dammit. "I think we may be well served finding food before we find the doctor."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:53 pm
Okay, what on earth did she think she was-- hey now, whoa, that was hardly kosher behavior in public!
... Funny, too, that Yossarian had made the fatal flaw of assuming that a single drink would hardly effect her, but time had apparently worn that tolerance down to almost nothing, and suddenly, half a glass later, she was starting to throw herself all over him-- er... well, sort of. Just rubbing her nose against his cheek felt strangely scandalous with so many Kanus watching, and he stiffened his posture tensely.
"It's inanimate," he grumbled as flatly as he could, not even turning into her nuzzling, but just trying not to SQURM (or wring the bartender's neck for provoking all this) intead. "The stew has no feeling but heat."
To prove this he awkwardly took another bite, and tried (though failed) not to frown at it more.
"Huh, she really this much of a lightweight?" Wolfie couldn't help but guffaw, grinning from ear to ear, "you're real fierce with that spoon there, Aster! Show us all who's boss!"
"... Oh, for the love of-- ... don't encourage her," Yossarian grumbled morosely, looking back over his shoulder to check on the blithely chattering King and company... who were all, as expected, blithely chattering.
So, finally Shae and Kanda had a definite direction to go, literally and metaphorically, though that didn't make the walk any less exhausting...
Or their stomaches any less savage, as hers, too, let out a feeble moan in perfect time to the louder growl. Her insides felt so wretched and empty, and it wasn't helping the rest of her feel any better, so she couldn't really protest against the idea. "I-I guess so..."
Although that would put them behind in their wild goose chase anymore, wouldn't it?
On the bright side, at least the avenue they were loitering around seemed to have a few little pockmark shops, and some of those were food stalls, or little hole in the wall cafes, or even a diner.
".... Ah, Sir, do you... have any preference?..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:44 pm
Aster gave Yossarian this look. It was one he should have been quite familiar with. Afterall, she'd learned her 'Are you serious?' look from him. Only she'd been on the receiving end of it. "I never said it had any feelings." she stated flatly.
Yeah. Yossarian had just been one-upped in terms of USE OF LANGUAGE. Dear god, that was actually more terrifying than the idea of Hanna being shaken..... or rather both happening at the same time meant the world was going to come to an end. Lawwwwl.
However, following this tease, Aster actually COOED at him (Oh god, the affection, it was so obvious other patrons were pondering why he hadn't run off with such a pretty foreigner to get some good times).
Prrprr~
"FFFFFFfffff. This isn't lightweight. This is how I act when meeting with an olllllld friend." Aster lifted the glass again, downing a rather large gulp of the cider before putting the glass down again.
"Besides, food is a good buffer!"
Nomnom.
Kanda looked over their options with a light frown. Hmmmm. HMMMM.. HmmmmmmmmmMMMmmmm! He.. wasn't sure which one of these DELIGHTFUL opportunities to jump on. HmmmMmmm. Well frankly, he wasn't picky... so if he had to wonder about it, he would say..
"Whatever's closest."
If it was cheap, so be it. Not like either of them were eating for pleasure anyways! They were eating for...
er..
eating. Wow, how fancy of them.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:33 pm
Oh, yes, he was very familiar with that look... though being pinned under it himself (for a change) was hardly helping placate him. He didn't even bother grousing out a response to her initial comment, using a spoonful of stew as some excuse to distract himself and keep his mouth full.
... Until she cooed so unexpectedly that he nearly choked on a piece of sub-par quality cooked hoofed thing and shot that look right back at her by reflex. Oh, no... surely, she wasn't already getting herself intoxicated with that skimpy amount of alcohol, was she?
"... Perhaps you're getting acquainted a bit too well," he muttered leerily, trying very hard not to let his inner horror show. Somehow, somewhere in him, he just knew this was the start of bad things. "I pray this 'buffer' theory of yours remains effective, Aster."
Oh, as if it would.
And of course one of King's strange buddies had to be watching the scene over one shoulder in glances between conversation, obviously quite amused-- as was the man himself... and Wolfie. Hell, this kind of stuff was too entertaining to pass up! Did Northerners water their moonshine down too much, he wondered?
On a similar subject of food, however.
"... Right." Kanda's suggestion, while seemingly helpful, actually did her no good at all-- what with practically everything on the street within a comparable distance of everything else... but queasy hunger and a want to avoid passing out then and there drove her to make a quick decision, settling on one of the street vendors, as it were.
Said vendor was a hairy brown mutt of a man, and all of the "dishes" at the place were... more or less familiar looking-- random odd finger foods, things on sticks, a couple of metal vats of soup that had been simmering in some waterbath for God only knew HOW long... street food. Yeah, that was a good way to put it.
She settled on the soup (it had noodles and broth and vegetables and other indeterminate stuff, but looked harmless enough) for herself, putting on her polite and UNsick visage to deal with the man in charge and doing it so well, in fact, that after a minute or two of chatting he gleefully waived any attempt at payment. No, he was just delighted to cater to a couple of foreign strangers (and request, oddly enough, to touch her hands-- baffled and amused at how daintily furless they were).
As for eating... well, a part of her wanted to do it as they went, but her legs begged to sit down, so it was time to resign themselves to an empty stoop along the sidewalk.
Not terrible weather to be out in, either. At least the temperature was bearable?...
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:57 pm
Aster gave Wolfie this =look=. Not a 'coo I love yoooouuuu~' look like she would with Yossarian, but a 'R U KIDDING ME' look, a frown on her face before she took another drink of her cider and then further focused on her stew. Certainly Yossarian didn't like it (or so she was to believe from the look on his face), but eh.
She liked it. Maybe she'd try her hand at it at some point. Prrrprrrprrrprrrprrrrr. No really, she was starting to make s**t VIBRATE with that. WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Yeah, that wouldn't be a strange sex-toy esque kink, now would it? But maybe it meant later in the day when bedtime came, she'd be PLEASANT. Maybe even sleep without going 'WHAT R B THAT NOISE?' at the Brothel. She didn't even WANT to know. "Hey." Aster again brandished the spoon. "I can be as happy with this friend-with-benefits.." Coo at the cider "As I want!"
Hey, clothing was staying ON at least!
For now.
Maybe later when she could corner a Yossarian in bed. Oh baby!
Kanda, personally, didn't care that the man found better things for 'payment' than just what he had taken (the furless hands) or that the holes in his ear had been molested (fjaslkfj). Food was food, and frankly it was easier for them BOTH to eat when he didn't have to limp with her assistance.
Gave them BOTH free hands and a chance for rest.
Though the food was also a bonus, to an extent.
"Not too different here from up north. Though there isn't a flying city."
HOPEFULLY.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:21 pm
"I can be as happy with this friend-with-benefits... as I want!"
... friends-with-benefits.
Friends with BENEFITS?!
Did she even know what she was saying?! Yossarian could hardly believe what was spewing out of her mouth, and it took all of his mental discipline not to gape at what he believed was blatant (soon to be inebriated) stupidity. The fact that she was eyeing Wolfie now left him eerily unsettled, too... and the Kanus made things no better with his response.
"Amen to that, Aster girly!" he barked, downing a good, hearty swig of his flavored lighter fluid just to prove the point. "Man, I'm glad fun idn't just a dead art up North! You guys are really somethin'."
"..." Yossarian was unsure whether to take this as an insult or a compliment, so he just kept eating.
God, let it all be over soon. What was King doing over there, still shmoozing over drinks with those other two suited men?
There was a certain comfort in taking the weight off one's shoulders-- literally and metaphorically-- before a meal, and Shae's whole body thanked her once she'd finally sank down and rested on the concrete step, dipping her little flimsy spoon into her little flimsy cup and taking a bite of the runny, but not unpleasant soup.
To her immense relief, it wasn't very spicy or heavy or intense in any way: just a mellow, watery, average broth-with-things-in-it blend. Surely, getting this down would calm her shaking hands, and making the ill churning in her organs and her headache finally stop. It just had to.
In the meanwhile, they could peoplewatch... as the people watched them right back, staring at them in passing.
"... Or Mench, or Baylk, or other Koshka, or prevalent crystal technology, tempered air emissions... personal space," she found herself mumbling before her brain consciously recognized it had come out, almost choking up a kneejerk apology... but resigning herself to sigh, wearily, instead.
It felt like the atmosphere was just that much busier here than up North-- even by MENCH city standards. The Kanus were just so damn gung-ho and boisterous by nature, weren't they?
"H-How's your leg?..." she added as a change of subject, mechanically downing her meal bite by bite.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:45 pm
Aster just smiled wisely, as though she KNEW SOMETHING NOBODY ELSE DID (which she just may have. Ah ha ha). "Pffft. Some people aren't so well versed in that art." she answered, before cooing AGAIN at Yossarian. Y SO SRS?
Okay, so maybe the alcohol was making her a little bit TOO relaxed in the den of the wolves (no pun intended). Yeaaah. After food she may have been better suited to..y'know... going home to curl up in bed and NOT go '8D 8D 8D' to strip and be a drunken moron. Alas.
"Though I will say I'm nowhere near as talented as my better half~"
Yeah, but you were pretty to all of the menz.
Kanda could enjoy a bit of sitting to get off of his feet as well (namely the one that was still going 'OGODSOMUCHPAINOWWW' at him. Nnngh. He needed a painkiller and then some for his ailment, unfortunately. But for now, food was pleasant. Especially something so SIMPLE. He could appreciate simple something FIERCE.
Though his entire body was starting to feel like a bruise.
Which was saying something.
"It's not feeling much better than my hand.." Since his HAND was the one pierced with the knife, NOT his foot. So the fact he could even flex the fingers on that hand was impressive.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:38 am
Okay, okay, now that cooing sound just grated on his nerves-- not that it hadn't been obnoxious before, but the teasing ring of it, the vibe that she knew something, and the atmosphere in general just... just made it that much more horrid!
And then, of course, she just had to deflate all his frustration with an awkwardly timed compliment... of sorts.
"..." He had nothing to say, but thankfully (or not so much), Wolfie was more than delighted to fill in the blank for him.
"'Better half', huh?" he grinned, flashing his sharp, sharp teeth and letting out a good amused bark of laughter, "that's a cute way t'put it, I'll say!"
Cute was hardly a term Yossarian would've used for it-- but once again, any attempt to cut in was rudely interrupted when not Wolfie, but King sauntered back over to grab his white comrade's shoulder, looking a bit more serious than usual. "Hey, Wolfie, get over here and talk with us, man; you can shmooze more later."
"Huh? Oh, sure, sure, man... 'scuse me, Aster, Yo-yo!"
"..............." Which meant that the two Koshka were, for a brief time at least, left to their 'own' devices at the bar counter. 'Yo-Yo' (God, he hated that term so much) wasn't quite sure what to do with that, short of work on getting his bowl finished off as quickly as possible in the hopes that they'd LEAVE soon.
Shae, on the other hand, had a very different approach with her food; she savored it, if anything, and took her bites with a kind of methodical, bleary slowness. Her stomach would thank her in the end for that, she knew... or hoped.
"... I'm... sorry... you h-have to go through all of this, Sir," she found herself muttering, complete with the briefest of a crack in her voice. She was staring listlessly at her paper soup cup, unexpectedly down as thoughts festered. "It's not really fair, is it..."
Then again, this wasn't really fair to any of them, was it? Sure, they'd technically signed up for it... but not with the prior knowledge of such strenuous travel, or getting mugged and mauled, or harassed by a veritable city of overly nosy dogs...
Hell, anyone else in Kanda's same position would've probably been bedridden for weeks, and she was dealing with some obnoxious lingering sick feelings, and Aster had gotten herself fairly banged up with a sore shoulder and even Mister Yossarian SURELY couldn't be sitting pretty and then there was Hanna, oh Hanna, what had even become of her?...
The little halfbreed shifted slightly in her seat, almost uneasily, and sighed.
There just didn't seem to be anywhere truly comfortable in this foreign land for their weary traveling souls, did there?... Everything familiar was unpleasant, and the rest was all just strange, otherworldly chaos.
She felt... unsettlingly out of place. Even moreso than back "home".
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 2:36 pm
Awww, he was getting GROUCHY now! Aster frowned at Yossarian and his silence, ears drooping a bit before she looked back to her food and poked at it with a spoon, taking a few bites of it in silence and all of her 'wheeee partyyy!' attitude going downhill. Wow, now that nobody wanted to play, she didn't want to either.
Though she was at least nice enough to not go 'Mope mope mope whiiiinnneeeeee' about the whole thing. Then again, her excuse for not whining may have been that he was in the mood of 'DO NOT WANT'.
Mrrr.
The butterfur looked to Yossarian, then back to her food, taking a few more bites of her stew. Woooow. Odd silence was odd.
Nngh.
"You said you were going to help me. It doesn't help me when I'm making you upset and you don't properly tell me how to fix it.."
WILTTIEM.
Kanda sighed. Certainly he wasn't being as TIMELY with his food as Shae was, but he did have to fumble more with it given his failing hand. But either way, he was eating it and it was silencing that silly stomach of his!
This was good.
"It's nobody's fault but the man who did it." he answered, before lifting his bad hand to flex it. Alas, his fingers weren't exactly the most dexterous. He did have to wonder how well that was going to heal up.
Would he be able to use his sword hand again?
That.. was a slightly bothersome question, actually. Hnnnngh.
"However, I do imagine after we return back home there'll be a large tourism boom down here."
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 3:50 pm
Lift spoon, open mouth, close, swallow. Lift spoon, open mouth, close, swallow. Take a drink. Glance around. Life spoon, open mouth, close, swa-- ... oh, who the hell was he kidding, trying to pretend the whole method had a rhythm? He was just trying to get his bowl finished as quickly as he could, ignore the chatter of frustrating bar browsers around him, and get the hell out of this god-forsaken hole in the wall.
It didn't take that long to polish off his remains either, thank god, mechanically downing the last spoonful and pushing his dish back a few inches on the counter to be taken off.
When she spoke, he really tried, consciously, not to frown quite so much. It didn't quite work, but the thought was there-- even if it would never show.
"... Well perhaps I'm upset because of a poor choice on your part," he responded in a flat tone, seeming to debate whether or not it was worth elaborating.... but giving in after a beat and passing her a brief sideward look. "Perhaps I don't believe in compromising one's judgement when surrounded by potentially hostile foreign circumstances." With that, he downed the last of his water glass, too, and pushed it aside, folding his arms across the countertop. "... You shouldn't be making yourself more vulnerable than you are already, Aster."
Perhaps those words weren't the softest he'd ever spoken, but he felt they were appropriate enough. In his eyes, she was being irresponsible and reckless, dammit, and that NEVER ended well for them.
Even with Kanda's reassurance (and an undeniably logical one at that), Shae still couldn't help her lingering guilt inside. It was one of those awful what if games: what if she'd been more attentive, what is she had somehow managed to prevent that knife from being drawn, or that gun from being fire... But no, what had happened, had happened, and she couldn't do anything to change the past, regardless of how much she wanted to.
"... I'm sure." Thus, she just resigned herself to agree with his subject change. "I have yet to see any genuine hostility from this place..." Hell, Zanadu and 'their own kind' had been much crueler than any Kanus she'd run across.
... She was vaguely surprised by how fast she'd finished off her meal-- or perhaps she'd just lost track of the time between starting it and staring down into an empty paper cup. It would be enough to go on for a while without her stomach getting upset, and that... was enough enough to be thankful for.
"Just... tell me whenever you're ready to continue," she added quietly, obviously not trying to rush him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 5:28 pm
Aster's ears drooped a little bit at what was possibly the most GENTLE scolding she'd ever recieved from him, frowning a bit but.. she didn't whine at it! This was progress. She'd asked for him to cough it up, and he had... so she couldn't sulk and go 'WRY U SO MEAN?' now. It would have been unfair. It was like punishing someone for telling the truth in the first place when you asked them to do so.
Nnngh.
"I can't help it... even after a year, just going cold-turkey on it made me want it more when the opportunity arose." she said sheepishly, picking up the glass of cider and looking at it guiltily before she forced herself (and by forced, she literally was torn between keeping it and finishing it off or not and debated visibly for a minute or so) to push it away from her.
"It'd be kind of like..." like.. she furrowed her brows together to think of a good comparison before sighing and just giving up on it. "It's not like I mean to do it..."
Yes, even Kanda hadn't been keeping his hand (for obvious reasons aside, but still) on Mugen (Snugglebum <3 ) at all times amongst the Kanus population. Generally, they seemed more inclined to stash things and be distracted than to actually be harmful. The most harm they seemed capable of was being overzealous.
Which Ako even had to agree with, perching on Kanda's shoulder and clicking across the way to it's 'brother'. Click click click!!
This garnered some cheap amusement from some Kanus pups who stopped what they were doing to prop themselves up on the back of the duo's bench to stare in awe of the golems. Oh dear, they were gonna have fans.
This wasn't any good!
Kanda, unlike Shae, did NOT finish his meal as quickly as the halfbreed had been, fumbling awkwardly with his hand before finally frowning and just setting what he hadn't eaten aside. Y'know, to frown at it. HE DID NOT APPROVE :<<<<.
Stupid hand.
"I think that's as much as I'm going to be able to manage for now."
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:05 pm
That was true; she'd asked, and he'd responded. That was far from out of line on his part. Besides, he was inwardly convinced that she needed to hear him out, damn it all, for her sake as much as his own 'relief'.
"... Well if you were so desperate to imbibe, you could have told me, you know," he shot right back at her-- sans the edge in his voice. He was still being quite careful to keep himself matter of fact, and rein in that frustration he couldn't really deny. "If it was such a passionate urge... things could have been handled in more private, safe circumstances."
What-- so he would've actually humored her alcoholism in private if she'd just brought it up to him? That was how it seemed, anyway. In his mind, if he had to deal with her drinking... he would've much rather known it went about in a place where there weren't rowdy dogs everywhere, or the potential of--
BANG!
And then, in an instant, everything changed. There was a loud popping sound, followed by what seemed to be glass shattering, and yelling, and howling, and absolute CHAOS and swearing amongst more sudden snapping sounds.
Yossarian reacted instantly and practically YANKED Aster out of her seat to hit the deck: a reflexive Koshka shield, sure... though not a very gentle one.
Just what the hell was going ON all of a sudden?!
"... Alright, then."
Thank goodness the others were far away from that... whatever it happened to be, though, as Shae heard nothing of the commotion and taking up their trash to toss in a wastebasket some twenty or thirty paces off. After all, no need to litter the city if they didn't have to, right?
That had freed her hands up to play the willing crutch for him again... once he got off the stoop, anyway, just waiting patiently, quietly, for them to continue.
It still felt like some one in a million chance, finding a lone therapist in a giant, wild city of canines... but at least the walk would keep them busy and out for a little while, and they could see some sights, and maybe exchange a little soft conversation in the absence of too many whores.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:34 pm
a;dfhd;fkl!!!
Before Aster had a chance to actually defend THAT thought, the loud sound made every little hair on her body go "PUFF!" and it did NOT take a lot of prompting out of kitten to get her to almost immediately allow Yossarian to play hero. Aster was not dumb. She =liked= living, thank you very much! Not to mention this wasn't the time to fuss (nor did she have a reason to fuss. He was just doing what it was she'd been asking him to do; help her change herself for the better. Wow.. how mature of her?).
However, now that she was on the floor, she suddenly was QUITE HAPPY she had skipped over the idea of..y'know.. being drunk in a place with BULLETS. fash;dfjk. Indeed, Yossarian had just spared himself an intoxicated stripper.
Or maybe Aster had spared it for him. Either way, Aster kept herself from letting out a distressed sound as they were planted in hopefully a SAFE place. Her whimpering would NOT solve the problem! (Dear god, this was like her accepting her death after being stabbed. She was being so quiet it was creepy!).
Kanda managed to get to his feet by himself, give or take the harassing little paws of Kanus children in interest to the short fur on his tail. fha;sdkj. Nnnngh. They were little nippers, actually.
He'd just.. frown at them and hope they'd EVENTUALLY obliviously ignore his tail.
Alas, that didn't exactly work either. But he was able to start wandering with his ever so faithfully helpful crutch again (while Ako clicked curiously. Chirp chirp cliiiick!).
Now, it was off for them to hunt down the Hanna they would NOT be finding.
While Jade chatted up hookers.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 9:28 pm
It was a rare conflicted moment in Yossarian's troubled psyche right then, not quite sure whether to appreciate the universe for its dramatic show of proving his concerns right... or swear at it to hell and back because there were bullets flying and bargoers screaming and NO MATTER HOW HE CUT IT THE SITUATION SCREAMED OF DO NOT WANT.
But just as swiftly as the chaos had exploded into being, it suddenly seemed to ebb, as there was a yell, another POP in a different rhythm, and a SQUEAL that sounded very much like a dog being kicked, followed by eerie, eerie silence and still.
The mirror at the back of the bar counter was shattered. People had thrown themselves across the floor. Broken drinks, bottles, and gunsmoke everywhere. It was like total calamity had been frozen in a still frame, and Yossarian actually had to crack an eye open and look over his shoulder to make sure time was still going.
... And it was, because King all but vaulted past him with a tight growl and shot out the door, followed by both of his fellow suited comrades, with a bark of "OI! WOLFIE, BUSINESS CALLS. YOU CLEAN UP HERE, ALRIGHT?" before he vanished completely.
"GOTCHA!" the lone remainder called back, suddenly seeming to pop out of nowhere (where had he HIDDEN?) to grab both Yossarian and Aster by the arms, giving them a yank 'to their feet' with considerable, if not clumsy force. "C'mon, guys, we need to book it!"
"H-HOLD ON JUST A DAMNABLE MOMENT--" the Koshka male spluttered defensively, but was promptly cut off.
"We talk on the way!" Wolfie yipped, trumping him with another inexplicable show of brute strength (mostly because he was disoriented) toward the 'back door' of the place, "move those tails, kids!"
Really, what... on EARTH?...
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