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Asmo followed. After a moment, he asked, "That hole thing. Is that something you can do, or was that just me?"
Asmo sighed. "Ghosts are weird."
"Oh, I'm horrified," Asmo said dryly, detecting the exaggeration.
Happy birthday, Rexy!
"Alright, I can wait a while." Dusty walked back to the bar and sat next to Maya. Maya felt him with her hoof, saying, "Biped bodies are weird, dude."
"Never mind." He shook his head. "I just figured more people would have come up this way."
"Really? It seemed line Maya and Dusty send people this way quite a bit."
Asmo closed his hole. "You need something, X?"
As if it were a reflex, a hole had sprouted through his neck, wide enough for the sword to pass cleanly through if she had gone for the kill....
He morphed into Stuffy, a form that was good at dealing with danger. "You sure?"
Asmo rolled his eyes and said, "I think we should try not to kill each other."
(Just some sneaky buying that may or may not have flown over your head. :trollestia: )
Asmodeus answered her questions respectively, "Asmo, and not entirely sure." (I did, I always check out new characters, fret not!)
"Guess you're right." She grabbed some bottle and brought it to herself. She then brought the amount of credits that the bottles would cost out of...
Asmo reached out, attempting to feel whatever was weighing down Stuffy. "Ghosts?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Wanna check?" He pushed some more leaves and sticks away.
Asmo pushed a hoof into the trap, exposing a bit of the hole.
"Yeah," said Asmo, "part of me is hoping for a monster attack or something. How long have we be-" He stopped right before the trap, and took a...
Maya giggled, "Smooth, Mat!" She polished off the rest of her glass of wine. Dusty asked, bored of this form, "Can you turn me back now?"
"This way." Asmo led on, pondering the idea of making this place his home. Plenty of room to roam here, and Equestria was getting dull. "Ready to...
