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[ Honestly, when Fabian wakes up, he feels himself remembering very little of the night before.

Most of it will come to him in bits and pieces while his mind slowly reactivates himself, but all that registers when he wakes up is just the ache in his limbs, the pain whenever he tries to move them just a little bit too much. It's not like he hasn't felt pain before - he has gotten hurt plenty of times in battle, to not even speak of how often he's been knocked unconscious because of it - but usually Kristen is always there to patch them right back up after a battle. Fabian can't even remember the last time he had to sleep a full night without being healed first, and his body is paying the price for it this morning.

It means it takes him a long while to get out of bed. Forcing his body far up enough to sit up is hard enough, but he's also trying to not disturb a still-sleeping Riz - though nothing seems capable of waking the goblin, because even Fabian trying to detangle their sleeping positions doesn't seem to wake the other in the slightest.

And considering Riz looks just as bad as Fabian feels in this moment, he just allows the other to sleep. He even tucks Riz in a little after Fabian has left the bed, slowly making his way through the hallways of his fake house - hallways that suddenly feel way too long with the tiny steps he has to take to prevent his legs from locking up due to the overwhelming ache.

Eventually he makes his way to the kitchen though, only to spot-- ]

Gorgug.

[ The name spills out from his lips a little weakly, but if the other turns to look at Fabian, Fabian will actually put a very weak smile on his lips. ]

Making breakfast for the heroes? [ Look, do they seem like heroes right now? Probably not, given all the bruises and wounds on Fabian in the moment, or the ones that were still on Riz's sleeping form. But as far as Fabian is concerned, he fulfilled his duty of keeping them both alive, both out there and then while dragging themselves home. Even if he isn't really fond of his current state, he at least does feel like it was a relatively badass thing to do. It's the sort of thing that would've made his father proud, and that's enough to keep that smile on his face despite the fact that he's leaning against the side of the doorway to keep himself standing up. ]

[ Their little angel continues to sleep as bundled as he should be..... ]

Ow. [ And meanwhile, Gorgug is still in the middle of bone hunting. Who knew there were so many little bones? Gorgug should know, but his parents have always been on top of cooking that he honestly feels like he did something wrong here that he's finding so many. Was he meant to take out the spine and the other bones would have come out with it? It was pain enough to cut off the head and to take out the guts...!!

But all of that worried drops when he turns around to the sound of his name, footsteps hushed under the noise of the frying food. He's wide-eyed, maybe more than he needs to be, with the surprise easing into a warm welcome: while Gorgug stands better facing Gorgug, one hand holding a spatula. ]

Yeah-- I got trout. You like trout? [ ... Ah, speaking of the trout, with Gorgug glancing back at it and its horrid, messy state. ] I-I think it's still edible.

[ He swears, Fabian... Even if he has broken it into pieces...

(But also in the side, poking out from a white carrier bag is something close, on the side between the two of them: a bag of fresh oranges.

Because of course he did.) ]

[ .. did he sleep that long? Fabian honestly can't tell, and he sure didn't check the time either when he actually decided to get out of the bed, since even lying down wasn't exactly comfortable while he's in this much aching pain. It sure seems like Gorgug had enough time to do all sorts of things though. Getting food that Fabian knows for a fact was not in this house yesterday, even setting out to get said food ready.

(It's not even like the choice in food is going over his head. Fish. He can spot the oranges. Fabian doesn't doubt that Gorgug made sure to grab something that he'd think Riz would enjoy too.)

There's a quick, quiet moment of him taking it in, but then he looks over at his friend again instead to answer. ]

Honestly, I'd eat almost anything at this point. [ Almost, still, because Fabian will forever be a posh, picky boy, okay. Some people have to have standards! Still-- ] It feels like I'm starving.

[ It's hard when your body suddenly has to try and use its own energy to sustain and heal you, rather than your party's resident cleric doing it? A wild, new concept for sure. Fabian's stomach might actually be making some sounds from where he's leaning against the door frame. ]

.. do you need me to wake up The Ball for breakfast? I think he's still sleeping. [ And probably hurting as much as Fabian is. He knows Riz got hurt just as bad back there, that they both had to try and drag their sorry bodies all the way back home after. It had been a pain. It still, in fact, is a pain, and Fabian is definitely worried about their friend despite being in pretty much the exact same state himself. Or maybe exactly because of it, because he knows what kind of a literal pain it is. ]

[ (The food for Riz is coffee. What else would it be.)

Gorgug's glad to hear about that--starving means that Fabian won't think about the mess this fish is going to look, and Gorgug decides that he can probably take it out of the frying pan and put it on some plates, get the eggs reheated. He takes the pan off the heat and kills said heat, but then pauses with it in hand as he considers waking Riz.

Riz sleeping is a good thing....but Fabian is up now, and him sleeping more could also be called a good thing? Gorgug is having to think right about now. ]

Yeah, we... should we? Riz never gets enough sleep. [ And especially after the planning put into setting this off, how much has the guy been sleeping compared to usual? But he also voices as a point against that: ] But you're awake too.

[ What's the right answer? Gorgug looks over at the coffee pot, and figures: ]

The coffee'll be hot if we wake him now.

[ They could also reheat the coffee, but...

Truly, the choice is up to Fabian. ]

[ Well, they can't just let him miss out on hot coffee. Not Riz. Besides, if he's still tired, then Fabian can just crawl into bed with him later for a nap - especially when he still feels plenty fatigued too.

So-- ]

I will go get him.

[ .. Though maybe it would have been better if Gorgug did it, since Fabian is just.. stumbling back down the hallway.. On the other hand, Gorgug needs to watch the food, so maybe this is the way things are meant to be. Just don't mind the way Fabian is slowly moving all the way back to his bedroom, watching Riz still tucked in and fast asleep, and then reaching out with one hand to nudge Riz's sleeping form. ]

Hey, The Ball.

[ He'll nudge him again if it's necessary, but who knows, maybe one nudge is enough for Riz.. ]

Come on. There's breakfast. [ No time to talk about how they almost died last night. There's breakfast now, The Ball!!! ] There's hot coffee?

[ Surely a Riz can't resist. ]

[ When Riz is around his friends -- it's not that he tries to act cool, because that's just a thing that's never gonna happen, especially not after they've seen him what he considers to be his worst, and after they've actually seen him at his worst (which is, unbeknownst to him, a separate thing). But he at least tries to keep his composure.

That composure is utterly lost as he's shaken out of a dead sleep and lets out the most petulant, most immature whine that Fabian has ever heard from him, dripping with the teenaged malaise of being woken up on a weekend before the clock hits noon. He shoves his face further into the pillow. ] Maaaalemmesleep.

[ It looks like he's going to fall right back asleep again until Fabian nudges him again, and he finally lifts his head with a half-hearted hiss that makes it abundantly clear that if Fabian's hand was just a little closer, he might have taken a nibble out of it. ]

Ugh. [ As he wakes up, the pain of last night's adventure hits him at full blast. With more feeling: ] Ugh.

[ If anyone knows exactly what he's feeling right now, it's Fabian. He stares balefully at his friend, contemplating the likelihood of being able to sleep until he's healed up, then flails one hand out to just sort of... paw at Fabian's face to make sure everything there is intact. It is. Except the eye, but he knew about that one already. Okay. Fabian's not dead. That's good. ]

Please tell me nothing terrible's happened.

[ Fabian is pulling his hand back to himself with the kind of speed only a dance-based bard would have the moment he sees Riz hiss like that. He knows what it can lead to, after all, and the last thing he needs is to have his banged up hand get gnawed on top of it all.

At least there's relief in the fact that Riz is alive. If you can call this alive, anyway. Not that Fabian doesn't get it, since he's pretty sure his friend must feel the way Fabian does right now - like death warmed over. But Fabian has the problem of being absolutely unable to stand still, so of course he wouldn't want to just stay in bed the way Riz is begging for. ]

I mean, we almost died at the hand of some stupid robots. Does that count?

[ .. yup, Fabian is not dead, alright. That's a very Fabian thing to say, especially when he sounds so petulant about it. Maybe the thought should make him concerned, but instead it's just making him sound annoyed and making him whine..

He winces though when Riz happens to touch a bruise on his face. ]

Ow! Careful, The Ball, I'm just as sore as you, alright?!

Sorry, [ Riz mumbles, squinting up at Fabian, pupils expanding in the dim light as he blinks, blearily coming to terms with the fact that he's awake now, and he should probably be able to see. He doesn't really want to, admittedly, but Fabian is weirdly awake right now, for a guy who's usually way better at sleeping than Riz himself is.

He rolls over (ow) to flop on his back, arms splayed out on either side of him. He's not what anyone would ever call a layabout, but after a long day or a long night, he's prone to just staying in bed until noon, something that Sklonda is permissive of on account of the fact that she's desperate for him to sleep at all, the way that some parents will feed their children nothing but cookies and cake knowing that if they don't, their kid simply won't eat. ]

Scale of one to ten, how likely is it for me to be able to convince you just to go back to sleep?

[ He wants to go back to sleep. He's pretty sure he could. But if Fabian's up and at 'em, his sense of responsibility won't let him be the only one for much longer.

(He knows the answer. It's a one. Stupid Fabian and his stupid work-outs and his stupid propensity for running around when Riz is already an unfortunate Goblin-shaped lump on the ground.) ]

.. let's make it a three, considering that it means I might get the chance to thoroughly tell you that I was right about coming along, or they would have blasted you to little goblin pieces on the sidewalks.

[ It's a joke, okay! A fond joke, even, since the smile on Fabian's face may be a little bit cocky, but with something softer and warmer laced in it as he looks at Riz there from where Fabian is still leaning on the side of the bed.

He's just glad that they both got out of there alive, he means. He's glad that he could help protect Riz, and that Riz equally had his back.

M-Maybe having a best friend is nice, okay. Sue him.

He glances over his shoulder, at the door, and then back over at Riz. ]

Look, if you really want to stay in bed, you can. It's just-- Gorgug bought all sort of stuff to make sure he could make a breakfast us two specifically could enjoy, and I don't want him to have wasted all that effort, you know? So I want to make sure to at least be there with him-- but if you really want to stay in bed, I could bring you breakfast here. [ He may be bruised and sore all over, but Fabian can escape whining mode for five minutes to take care of two of his favorite pals, okay. ]

Ughhhhh.

[ He almost protests that he would've just gotten caught without Fabian -- but then he catches that expression, and doesn't have the heart to push back. They're both in one piece, more or less, they both succeeded in what they had set out to do, and aside from the aches and pains, it's clear that neither of them are feeling so wretched that they have to be seriously worried. At least for the two of them, it's a win.

It doesn't stop him from pushing his face into his pillow and groaning about it anyway. ] Not the sidewalk. The hospital, [ he corrects him, voice muffled. ] Which would be much easier to clean.

[ He does finally get up though, slapping his cheeks with both hands (ow, ow, why did he do that, ow) and shaking his head awake, ears slowly flapping open to their typical position instead of pinned to the side of his head as they were. He disentangles himself from the covers, grimacing down at the state of his clothes. ]

I'm getting up, I'm getting up. [ He rubs at one eye. ] That was sweet of Gorgug. He didn't have to do all that. He must be exhausted too. It's not like he got any more sleep than we did. Less, actually.

[ That's Gorgug, though. He's a sweetie. ]

[ He lets out an amused little sound. ]

Well, that's Gorgug for you.

[ Indeed, they seem in agreement on that one. If anyone would be doing this while the two of them are in this state, of course it's Gorgug. Even though Fabian's memories of last night are kind of a haze of pain, he does faintly remember Gorgug fussing over them like no tomorrow.

Maybe it's part on why he's so insistent about being out of bed right now. Not that Gorgug probably would not want him to stay in here, but-- he doesn't want a friend to have to fuss entirely by himself. ]

Let's repay him when we aren't busy actively being wrecks. [ CALLING THEM LIKE HE SEES THEM.. And like he feels them, because Fabian is pretty sure that sleep absolutely was not a beauty sleep for him. If it wasn't for the fact that he's among bros, he would be a whole lot more concerned about the current state of his hair and his style. But then again, if there are any people who have seen him in pretty much any state, it's these two guys. ] In the meantime-- You need some help getting to the kitchen, the Ball?

[ Yes, he's indicating he'll carry Riz. He even makes it more obvious by holding out his hands so the other can climb onto him. It'll probably sting like crazy with Fabian's body still feeling like a wreck, but that's not going to stop Fabian from wanting to help a bro. ]

Nah, you're all fucked up too. I'm a big boy. I can walk. Thanks, though.

[ Fabian's a real one. And it's not as though he doesn't appreciate the easy offer - there have been people who say that it's not normal to catch a ride on their homie's shoulder, but he'd like to counter those people with the very real, very effective argument that it's both convenient and fun - but he doesn't want Fabian making himself any worse. ]

I'm gonna steal one of your shirts. My suit's all kinds of fucked up.

[ He does manage to crawl out of bed, blinking away the last haze of a full night's sleep, and bracing himself against the wall as he sheds the rest of his suit, grimacing at the pile of crusty, bloodied, wrinkled clothes landing in a heap on the ground before shimmying his way into one of Fabian's shirts. It's not quite as good as one of Gorgug's (Gorgug's can go practically down to his shins if he's wearing a baggy enough shirt), but he's at least more comfortable this way.

(He makes a brief mental note to ask his Dad how he deals with entering combat situations in a suit next time they talk, because there's gotta be a better way than a prodigious amount of bleach and perfectly good clothes tossed in the garbage. His Dad probably knows. He's got spy tips.)

He exhales, then turns to Fabian with a small smile. ] See? All good. C'mon, let's go. [ As he hobbles out of the bedroom and peers down the staircase to where Gorgug's waiting, he calls out: ] Hey, Gorgug! Thanks for getting this stuff all set up!

[ He doesn't feel so hot -- but he sounds perfectly fine. He can at least cover that much up. ]

[ Gorgug's hovering around the kitchen counter by the time Riz makes his call, standing awkwardly where he's got food on plates ready to be reheated as necessary, a glance at the coffee pot with internal questions of, is it okay to reheat coffee? is any of this gonna taste good?

But, now is the time! Or it's the time to go to the doorway, out into the small hall so that he can see Riz up there, and Fabian, whenever he shows his face. He would've called from the kitchen, but he doesn't want to wake the baby up from its nap!! ]

Riz. [ He gives him a grimace of a smile, a Gorgug special. ] You okay? You wanna eat in bed? I, uh, tried making coffee. [ A beat. ] You need anything?

[ Is this the kind of fussing where a guy doesn't know how to actually fuss? You bet it is. Help, is he asking the right questions? ]

[ It's definitely unique enough circumstances that Fabian - for this once, just this once, because so many shirts have gone missing from his closet before and he knows whose fault that is - doesn't really mind Riz taking one of his shirts. It's true that the other can't really walk around in a battle-torn suit. And-- really, even Fabian isn't enough of a drama queen to throw a fit at his friend when said friend can only manage to slowly hobble down the hallway.

.. with Fabian hobbling right after him, mind you. He walks a little bit better since he's not quite as short, but the exhaustion and ache is still obviously stuck deep inside of the boy's limbs. Thankfully he can just take it easy while moving after Riz, considering he's not really moving fast either while he's like this.

Fabian presses his lips together when he hears the exchange between the other two, wondering if he should make a joke to lighten the atmosphere a little - yes, Riz told him he doesn't have to do that, but habits die hard!! - or if it's a little inappropriate right now.

In the end he does stay quiet as he moves though. At least for a moment, giving Riz and Gorgug the opportunity to share words while Fabian rests his voice. (His throat still hurts from last night, honestly.) ]

No, no, we got this! [ He thrusts a thumbs-up towards Gorgug. Even if he can't exactly pretend like he's not hurting right now, he's doing a damn good job at pretending like he wasn't just whining at Fabian that he wanted to stay asleep thirty seconds ago, ferociously positive for Gorgug's sake.

He hadn't really thought about Gorgug and Adaine until Fabian had mentioned them, but he can imagine how much it sucked to be left behind to putter around worrying and waiting, and... meal-prepping, apparently. ]

The coffee smells good. [ Not a lie. But then again, Riz has been sighted cheerfully eating instant coffee granules out of the container on the odd occasion, so he's not one to talk. ] You can tell me all about your guys' side of things, uh... maybe after some breakfast.

[ He does want to talk shop. Desperately. But on the odd occasion, Riz can read the room, and realizes jumping in immediately probably isn't good for general morale. Or, frankly, his own health. He could do with a cup of coffee first. ]

Okay. [ Gorgug isn't going to protest if there's no real reason to, but he does think, considering how their missions usually go and what they might prefer: ] You can eat on the sofa and chairs. I'll make sure everything's hot if you both wanna sit there instead of the kitchen.

[ Like he owns this home (then again, Fabian barely owns it, either...). But who doesn't like plush seating instead of a hard surface? He'll listen to any protests that might come, but if there's enough agreement, or even if there isn't, Gorgug's destination will be the kitchen again, most likely.

He needs to let these two come down and get settled in whatever direction they're going! He has food to shove in microwaves!! ]

[ There's no protest here, Gorgug. Fabian can hardly complain about keeping the place clean when he was the one who couldn't do that in the first place.. When Riz was the one who had to come over (okay, force himself into the house, more like) to clean in the first place. When Gorgug came over to help him with the baby. No, eating on the couch is fine with him. If they make a mess, they can surely take care of it together afterwards.

And Fabian would protest Riz wanting to talk shop when Fabian can immediately see what it might do to the mood, but--

Then an opportunity presents itself to lighten the mood a little bit. He can see it. It's clear as day.

Fabian suddenly starts walking faster. Maybe not a full sprint, but a jog is already way quicker than the way he was walking only a moment ago. Yes, Fabian is wincing in pain as he's doing it, but it's all for the Bit, it's all to Cheer Up The Homies as he calls out, loudly enough so Gorgug can hear it in the kitchen too: ]

Last one on the couch is a loser!

[ Look, considering how slow Riz is going?

Fabian thinks Gorgug has a pretty decent chance to be over at the couch with food before their little angel has made it there. He's got a fighting chance! ]

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[ For a moment, it looks like Riz is about to protest before he ultimately gives up with a careless shrug, hobbling after Fabian with a grumbled, ] I'm pretty sure that ship's sailed already anyway.

[ Which is to say he'll be a loser and he's happy to be a loser if it means he doesn't have to move beyond a slow amble, thank you very much! He does, however, watch Fabian's antics with amusement as he heads to the couch and buries himself in the couch much like he'd just been buried in bed, looking awfully cozy from where he's managed to wedge himself between the cushions and being that he's wearing Fabian's shirt as a smock instead of his usual formal outfits, he almost looks like a normal teen at a sleepover provided you ignore all of the bandages and bruises.

Once Gorgug arrives - before or after him; it may well be before - he reaches out and makes grabby motions with his hands and swiftly snatches a cup of coffee and sticks his entire face into it to smell it like the caffeine junky he is. ] Yes, yes, yes! [ Voice still muffled by the ceramic cup: ] Thank you, I love you.

[ Is he talking to the coffee or Gorgug?

(Probably the coffee.) ]

[ Wait, what??? He has to rush? Is he going to be a loser too?? But he has to get the food and drinks?!?!?!

There's an instance where all Gorgug can do is make a step towards the living room and then to take it back towards the kitchen counter, stuck in choice paralysis. He works himself out of it, mainly because he wants to get everything to them (and to hurry, too!!). The coffee is at least hot, and oranges and juice don't need to be hot, so that's good. Which leaves him putting the scrambled eggs and kippers back on to reheat, while he brings the drinks and fruit in, awkwardly. He only just manages to come in before Riz, but it doesn't count, in Gorgug's mind, when he's balancing a bag of oranges from his wrist, holding an orange carton and pressing glasses between his arm and chest, and also bringing in that cup of coffee for a pair of grubby goblin hands to take.

Relief breathes through him (or out of him, with the exhale he allows himself) when he initially lets go of everything....but then thoughts of being slow or dropping anything leave Gorgug when he hears Riz. He looks at him blankly for a moment, before his expression turns....utterly soft. ]

I love you too. [ Said, with full affection. Full heart.

And he looks at Fabian after, because of course: ] I love you too.

[ Guys............ Gorgug is so touched in this moment..... ]

[ Fabian is fully ready to just ignore.. whatever is going on here with Riz and Gorgug. Not everything about them, mind you, especially since Fabian forces his aching body to get up from the couch at least enough to help grab some of the glasses from Gorgug and put them on the table before the other drops them all..

.. but the embarrassing stuff. The way they're saying they love each other out of the blue? For no reason? Fabian isn't entirely convinced Riz wasn't just saying that to his coffee, honestly, and the way Riz seems to be attempting to shove his entire body into the mug bit by bit really isn't helping.

But he freezes up mid-putting down the glasses when he realizes that Gorgug is.. repeating the 'I love you too'.. and he is indeed looking at him...

Oh, bother. ]

Alright, don't-- [ Fabian starts, but then he looks over at Gorgug's face enough to see just how touched it is.

Oh god.

In the most reluctant way possible: ]

Okay, okay, love you too-- now come sit down!

[ BEFORE THIS GETS EVEN MORE EMBARRASSING. Someone save him from the social skills of these two. Where is Fig when you need her. Fig, please, sis, he needs you!!

Fabian will definitely move to fully sit back down on the couch next to where Riz has buried himself into the pillows though. And if Gorgug doesn't look like he's about to sit down, Fabian will just grab the other's arm and pull him down to come sit on Fabian's other side. ]

Is everyone feeling alright now?

[ That actually gets Riz to look up from where he's swigging coffee long enough to glance at Gorgug in surprise, eyes filled with liquid emotion. He had, in fact, been talking to the coffee. ]

Aww. [ He looks genuinely touched. And also like he might cry a little, for a second? But only in a nice way, really. And it makes him want to say it again, only he realizes that Gorgug thought he was talking to him in the first place, and if he says it again, Gorgug will realize he wasn't and then his feelings would be really hurt, and Riz thinks that would be the end of the world, maybe?

So he doesn't say it again and settles only for patting Gorgug's shoulder fondly once he sits down. Unfortunately for Fabian, Riz appears to be absolutely on board with it. He even turns to smile brightly at Fabian, as though saying see, isn't it so nice that we all love each other? ]

All good here, [ Riz says, offering a thumbs-up. ] We're all still alive, and all of our limbs are still attached. That's a success if you ask me. Good job, team, uh, team... Bad Lads!

[ Was that good? Hey guys! Was that good? Did he do good? Are they the Bad Lads now? Pretty please? ]

[ Gorgug was definitely not about to sit back down, because there's still the food that isn't the oranges to get. But he waffles long enough because of Fabian's command that he's dragged and pulled down into the soft cushioning.

But he's kinda sitting on a sofa with two people who love him, so is this the time to think about the food at all? Probably not, when Riz is reassuring him. At least, that's how he's interpreting the shoulder pats, and so he starts to smile. Just sits in this nice little feeling and, heck, even gets an orange to peel.

Know who also probably has more to say about everything that Riz just did than Gorgug? Fabian. He's going to talk immediately first.

Gorgug is just going to be happy here. :) ]

[ How did Fabian end up like this? What life decisions put him right here on a couch with the two most cringe people in the entire world? (Okay, maybe not most cringe. Gilear still exists somewhere out there, after all.)

Riz and Gorgug may look like they're having the time of their life here, but as Fabian grabs the juice just to have something else to do that isn't focusing too hard on the other two being embarrassing, he looks like he's ready for death. Maybe he should go back to face those robots again. It can't be worse than this.

.. only for him to choke on said juice the moment the words Bad Lads leave Riz's mouth. Thankfully he doesn't spit it out, but the choking does cause him to get the hiccups when he speaks up again. ]

Abso-- [ hic ] --lutely not! We are not going to be the Bad Lads! I thought I banned you from coming up with a team name for us, The Ball!

[ Stop this. Stop Riz. Gorgug, stop Riz!!! ]

You keep saying that, but you don't come up with any of your own! What're we supposed to do, not have a team name?

[ Blearily, Riz reaches for one of the oranges and bites directly into it, like some kind of maniac. He looks mildly perplexed for a moment, as though he had groggily expected it to be an apple instead, but then appears to make peace with this decision.

He is vaguely aware that Fabian is getting worked up over him and Gorgug being too obviously affectionate, but that's fine. That's normal! Fabian reacted this way to Riz calling them best friends all the time, and look how that turned out! Fabian will be telling them how much he loves them too in no time flat! Sometimes you just gotta bully people into loving you. That's how it works. ]

Gorgug doesn't hate it.

[ He's not saying Gorgug likes it. Just that he doesn't hate it. C'mon, he's not totally delusional. ]

We have a bunch of side team names.

[ Because this is the truth, and it doesn't actually matter what Gorgug thinks of the name or not. He's not bothering to declare if he likes it or not because--well, he's not wrong, and he's thinking now on the multiple different side groups of the Bad Kids as he pulls apart his orange, taking off a chunk ready to eat. ]

What about the Bardy Boys? Wasn't that-- was that the one with you guys and Fig?

[ Then why would it be the Bardy Boys.... but it's early o'clock, Gorgug doesn't have to remember these things.

All he has to do is sit here and finish peeling his orange proper. He's going to make a nice little pile on his lap so he can offer Riz his rind once he's got it all!! ]

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