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Prince Ginger Flutter
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‘Bec sighs with annoyance. “Don’t mind the tiny twit. There are air holes, but he thinks he’s clever and can trick some dumbass into freeing him.” She makes her point by tapping the glass, making the lizard inside flinch in a manner most unlike a corpse. “See?”
“Ah, how clever. I was completely taken by his deception.” Sebak says, facing away as he scans the beach. ‘Bec taps the jar a few more times, until Sam finally sits up, looking grumpily at her.
“Don’t get bitchy. You’re the one who kept trying to run away, even when I told you it’d get you put in a jar. The fuck did you think I meant by that?”
He sighs, trying to get comfy against the glass floor. She’d let him out after a while, but fussy losers don’t get rewards.
She turns her attention back to the regular-sized loser in front of her. “Hey, quit searching already, your portal is closed. Red bitch ran through where the dragon landed, and it popped away.”
He signs, finally turning back. “Sekhmet... Oh well, she should realize her mistake soon and reopen it. If not her, then someone from the tribe.”
She doesn’t give a crap, and focuses on preparing his goods. While there were no Nacha ‘statues’ (or figurines, which were much more likely) for Sebak, she had a few stickers and a poster that seemed to satisfy Sebak’s wishes. She bags them up and sets them in front of him.
“No interest in bone shit, but I’ll let you pay with that statue if your gossip is weak. Can probably pawn it off on someone else. So lay it on me.”
He starts to say something, but pauses, considering. “I believe that I should ask what you intend to do with whatever I tell you. Will you be sharing it with others?”
“What, for free? Hell no. That’s bad business.” She explains. “I can’t bring physical shit back home, so I can only really trade in entertainment.”
“I see. In that case, I believe there’s no harm in sharing this. It’s an interesting story that a woman from my tribe, Pesi, would prefer I not tell. Listen close...”
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