Misses her 'friends'

[huddahuddafire]

Hrr hudda.

*She still has her little communicator though.*

When am I going back? I miss my friends. I miss my bench.

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[hasstandards]

[Not enough facepalming in the woooooorld.]

You can't be serious.

[huddahuddafire]

HURRRMPHH HURR BRUNNHUNGH!!

*Yeah. So there.*

[hasstandards]

... You are serious.

[huddahuddafire]

Humph humph!

How is my bench? Does it have snow on it? Do I need to rake?

[hasstandards]

It's nearly summer in Paradise.

[huddahuddafire]

Does it need sunscreen?

[hasstandards]

It's a bench, mate. I don't think sunscreen is gonna do it any good.

[huddahuddafire]

Hudda.

*She perks up. Or maybe she just fidgets, it's hard to tell when you're behind a gas mask. And those rubbery fingers get to work typing something out. Something of great importance! Oh she's so smart.*

What about my pet Spies? Are they taking care of it? You can give them cookies if they're good.

*And Engie had told her she couldn't take care of a pet. Ha!*

[hasstandards]

Pet Sp— what are you talking about?

[huddahuddafire]

Flame and Blaze! My pet Spies I found in the hospital. I put them on the bench so they'd be nice and safe.

*Put on the bench, tied kicking and screaming to the bench, whichever.*

[hasstandards]

You can't just keep people as pets, you know.

[He would know. Do not ask how.]

[huddahuddafire]

Why not?

[hasstandards]

Because... well, they're not pets. S'not like a dog or a cat.

[Starting to think Pyros have something with keeping people like animals...]

[huddahuddafire]

I know they're not dogs or cats.

*Come on Sniper. Do you think she's stupid?*

They're Spies.

[hasstandards]

[He's starting to wonder.]

And that makes it okay for ya to keep 'em in a cage or a bench or wherever ya put 'em? They're spooks and don't deserve much respect, but even I draw a line somewhere.

[huddahuddafire]

I didn't put them in a cage! They were on a bench. And they were all huddled together, they looked cute!

*Probably because they thought they were going to die.*

Engie said I could only have a pet if I took care of it. So I did! I fed them and pet them and made sure they didn't get too cold or hot.

[hasstandards]

... Riiiight. And have you ever had a pet before?

[huddahuddafire]

*Is the bench a pet? No wait. Pets are living things. Liiiiiving things. She scratches her head through the mask. Squeaky squeaky.*

Nnuumph.

[hasstandards]

I'll take that as a no. D'ya ever think there might be a reason why?

[huddahuddafire]

I don't know. Why?

[hasstandards]

Probably because you try and do things like keep Spies as pets.

[huddahuddafire]

Why can't I keep them? No one else was using them.

*Spies, just like office supplies right?*

[hasstandards]

Pretty sure our team was usin' em. Though even that's debatable.

[huddahuddafire]

...

Do I have to give them back?

[hasstandards]

[Sigh. The employee of RED in him says yes, but the man who has a strong disliking for Spies says no.]

Tell ya what. You keep 'em a while longer, and I'll let you know when we're ready to take 'em back. How's that sound?