*Attacks Dusk Biting him and slapping him as hard as she could*
"Do NOT call me that ever again! I may not have a temper, but I
do get irritated when people call me names!"
He flipped her over, pinning her down beneath his fins. "I'll call
you whatever I want," he snarled. "And I'll make my own
judgements about you, so shut up about it!" He swiped at his face,
where blood was beginning to clump and drift down to the bottom.
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Sapphire started to play dead. After all, she was taught to do it
at home. She didn't really like the sight of blood, so it was lucky
to have her eyes closed.
He gave a final triumphant hiss and pushed her off of him. "Now
leave me alone," he ordered. "I'm going to find out where we are,
since your brains are apparently too incompetent to think of it."
He turned tail on them, and flipped off, not bothering to glance
back and see if they were following him.
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"Oh no, you're not going to be the hero." said Sapphire, swimming
to the other side of the tank."Well? What about you? Who's side are
you on?" she asked, looking at the left out axolotl.
Luther studied the walls and ceiling of the tank. "Where are
we...?" he muttered to himself. He placed his fins on the side.
They didn't go through. A frown settled on his face. "That's...
inconvenient."
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