「KWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ᕕ( ՞ ᗜ ՞ )ᕗ」
Si Hon's eye twitched.
"Fuck… both of you."
Seorin finally released his hair, still snickering under her breath.
She glanced toward the pile of mole-rat corpes..
"Oh right."
She casually walked over to where his spatial bag had landed earlier— carelessly thrown aside off screened… and picked it up.
"Almost forgot," she muttered, brushing snow off it. "Did you forget that… we're supposed to get food for hana…? No… for us." She sigh. "Hana's stomach is probably growling like… a dinosaur."
"Yea…. I forgot about that too." Si Hon Responded.
Well anyway, she approached the pile of mole-rats.
Up close, they were even uglier. Hairless. Sagging gray skin hanging loosely over lumpy muscle. Their faces were twisted into permanently offended expressions, blunt teeth exposed beneath shriveled gums.
