#ghaleon canonically around 153 by sssc

[just-ghaleon]

Ghaleon, scream-whispering and turning several worrying shades of red: DO THOSE LOOK LIKE TEENAGERS TO YOU????

Xenobia, nonplussed: I am 200 to 400 years old, everyone looks like a "teened ager" to me.

Ghaleon, ignoring her, struggling to unlock dungeon cell quickly: I am so sorry, oh god. Shit. I am so, so fucking sorry for-for the inconvenience. Oh. My god.

FANTASY ABBA, exit cell: It's cool.

Xenobia, rambling: What even is a teenager?? We don't have those in the wastes. "14ish to 19ish"??? That's a baby, that is an infant child.

Ghaleon, literally dying: Is there anything I can do to make it up to you two? Drinks? Are you hungry?? Can I give you a ride home???

FANTASY ABBA: No, we're cool.

Xenobia, lecturing: Did you mean "young adult"? Because the Vile Tribe equivalent would be 70 to 125 years, approximately. You have got to stop using all these human terms or this alliance is going to fall to pieces, Ghaleon.

FANTASY ABBA: So, like, we're cool to go?

Ghaleon, last shred of dignity dying dying dying: YEP. (cough) Uh, yes! Absolutely! Y-you're cool--t to go!!

(Exit: FANTASY ABBA)

(Dejected, distraught, uncool slump: Ghaleon)

(Exit attempt: Luna)

Ghaleon: NOT YOU. >:(

Luna: >:(

Xenobia: The vibe, as we say in the wastes, is in shambles.

~it's over!~