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After what seemed like two hours, I decided to stop and take a breather. I saw Jayroro volunteer for the job and wanted to say something, but someone had to stay behind and keep an eye out for the others. So I stayed quiet.

Why do I always get the sh*t job. God damn it. I paced backwards and forwards, stopping to glower daggers at that pathetic fool [the both of them] whenever he twitched.

I winced. Damn that mark on my chest - damn those zombies, damn faroro.

I glared back at Kiioio; didn't like his look. Then I crossed my arms and said, "Hey Nazozo. I'll volunteer to watch over him while you take Kiioio out. He needs the air..." I looked away in disgust.

I wheeled around.

"What do I look like to you, prick? Some care-home retard?" I mocked disabilities; rolled my eyes back, hung my tongue out. "Mrrr, pretty rainbows."

I snapped back. "Shut up."

[ooc: OH MY GOSH. PLEASE KILL KIIO. I HATE HIM. I have a grandma like this ;wwwww;]

I didn't respond except, "Does it hurt?" I frowned and gave a sharp glare.

(But he's cool~ XD;;; )

[ooc; /kicks kiio ]

I turned away, speaking with dripping sarcasm. "No, 'cuz I'm not a wimp, like you."

I smirked lightly and sighed.

I glared at Kiioio, but kept my cool. "Well, we might want to get a move on before the bombs explode." I urged.

"Alright, Jayoro," Nazozo said. "Follow me."

Nazozo turned his direction to the airvents, before crawling in.

I crawled after Nazozo, hoping to disable those bombs. Please don't explode! I thought with fright.