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"Oh, it's candy. You can have some. I just wanted to smack Dusty." "Thanks..." Dusty rubbed his flank.
"Eh, no. You'd like it."
Dusty analyzed it. "Is it poison?" "My stash!" Asmo cracked Dusty on the flank with a tentacle, causing him to jump. "No! You ask first!"
"Wait, seriously?" Dusty squirmed away from Asmo.
"Well, now, hanging with you cool cats. Come here, Dustbutt.~" He dragged Dusty over and forced him into a hug.
"Cool!" He dropped her. "So what the hell are you two doing here?"
"I'm fine, Vinyl 2.0." He hugged her with several tentacles. "This is how hugging works, right?"
"What, you don't recognize me?" He tilted his head. "From the bar?"
Asmo cackled and hopped to the floor. "Hey, guys." Dusty straightened out. "What in Tartarus?!"
Asmo growled. "Yeah, that's just *squee!*ed up."
"Then cronenbergian sounds about right. And uhh..." He shook his head. "I'm gonna forget you said the last one. That's disgusting."
"Not totally sure I got that right. But yeah, eldritch means just a blob of stuff and things, right?"
OOC, I just asked you to stop whining. Not once did I violate that rule. In-character, Asmo ignored the note. That wasn't meant to be a personal...
"That last one. That's just mean. But I do have a definite form, so... Cronenbergian?"
(Arch. Stop whining. Please.) Asmo gave her a firm hoofshake. "Asmodeus, resident abomination. Charmed."
"Who what now?" Asmo raised an eyebrow. He ignored Arch's note.
Asmo trotted over to Nightshade. "You. Yes, you. I like how you think."
Asmo leapt out of the next one. "Boo!" He was disguised as a bat pony, but his voice made it clear that it was him. Dusty jumped, accidentally...
"He must have gotten lazy and used that one as a trash can."
Dusty walked over and opened up the next one. "...This one's filled with gunpowder."
