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Chapter 2?? Of? Dammek and Jude’s shenanigans?

Idk?? I don’t even have a title for this mess???

BUT HERE WE GO, I GUESS

A twinge of restlessness was starting to settle back in, but then he heard a clamor from the next room. Pots and pans clanging, stomping, Jude grumbling to himself.

It was odd. Dammek hadn’t known the human long, but he never saw him lose his temper like that. Never really expected it. But he gazed around the room and he knew. Anybody would snap at having their hive trashed.

He let his head land back down with a thump. He wanted to cry. Jude was his only ally in all this mess, and was his only way of getting back to Xefros. And now he’d made him mad. Furious, even. The thought tied his stomach(troll word for stomach??) in knots.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and a scream from the next room that made Dammek jump. There was a bit of silence, then a low whining noise.

Dammek got to his feet and hurried over to the kitchen. He peered inside cautiously, and saw Jude on the floor. He looked like he’d fallen from someplace. Was he climbing the shelves?

He slowly walked over to him and looked down worriedly. He kneeled down next to him. “Are you able to move? Where does it hurt.”

Jude looked like he was going to start hyperventilating. “Just- Is Miss Roxy back?” Dammek shook his head, and Jude plopped his head down and tried not to cry.

“If Joey was here...” Jude wheezed a bit. Dammek tilted his head. “She has a med kit.” He started tearing up. “Usually I’m not even hurt bad, but... she makes me feel better.”

Dammek looked up. He’d remembered seeing a bag that was like his med kit in one of the rooms upstairs, but Jude had rushed him out of it before he could get a good look at it.

He raised up and looked down at Jude. “Don’t move - I’ll be right back.”

Not waiting for a response, he left the kitchen and hurried up the stairs. He jogged down the hall and into the girl’s bedroom.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to snoop around, since Jude never let him investigate the bedrooms. The urge for espionage is a strong one. But, this was, despite being literally the best time, also not even remotely the time, so he snatched up the bag and dug through it’s contents.

Looked like there were some essential items missing. Hopefully Jude wouldn’t be TOO bad off to need them.

He strapped it on his back and made his way back out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs, straight back to the kitchen.

Jude did seem to look a little better. He breathing okay now, but he was still on the floor.

Dammek sat next to him and plopped the bag down from his shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“Frustrated.” Jude huffed. “It’s not so bad now, but my back and left ankle still hurt.”

Dammek nodded and glanced about the boy a bit. “Understood.” He then carefully removed Jude’s shoe and sock. There were some purple splotches that were beginning to form about the sides.

The troll’s brow furrowed. “Looks like it could use some slime, but I didn’t see any in the bag.”

“Slime?” Jude looked at him skeptically. “Wait, bag-?” He wrenched his head around a bit, seeing Joey’s med kit just behind his head.

His attention snapped back to Dammek. “You went in Joey’s room?! Wait- Joey doesn’t have her med kit?! WAIT-” The troll quickly put a hand over the boy’s mouth.

“Shut up and hold still, I’m trying to patch you up. Besides, she can just have my med kit.” He removed his hand from the boy’s mouth. Honestly Dammek didn’t care much for personal property. He had some odd beliefs about possessions that usually got people mad at him, but whatever. Right off the top of his head, he couldn’t really think of anything that he’d be mad if the girl took, especially if she was going to be taking care of his friend and his lucus.

He started digging through the bag for supplies. He pulled out a roll of medical tape and examined it.

With a shrug, he started wrapping Jude’s ankle with it. He put a couple fingers under the cloth to test it, then turned to the boy. “Is it too tight?” Jude shook his head, so Dammek went ahead and tied it.

“You should really have slime under that to keep the swelling down, but...” Dammek shrugged.

“Oh- We usually make ice packs for that. There should be one in the freezer.” Jude pointed to the fridge, and Dammek nodded, making a mental note of it.

“Alright, but before that, let’s take a look at your back.” He helped the boy raise up, and once he was situated, Dammek raised up his shirt. He didn’t see anything, so he started gently pressing in a few places. “Does it hurt when I do this?”

“A little... It mostly just feels sore.” Jude felt a cold sweat coming on. He kind of couldn’t help but think about how he was being examined by an alien. He shuddered at the mental image of Dammek being one of those evil human-harvesting brain-eating aliens.

Jude was really glad he wasn’t.

“I don’t think this needs binding, but I really wish I had some sopor slime to put on it.” Dammek patted the boy’s back in a couple places before putting his shirt back down.

Jude rolled his eyes. “Again with the slime. Let me think, what would Joey put on it... A band-aid? Cream?” Now he was really wishing he had tried to learn more medical things, himself. Maybe in videogames there’s different people who specialize in different things, but in real life, everybody in a team should have the basics, at least.

Dammek hummed a bit as he dug through the bag. He found some tubes and looked at the label. It was in a language he’d never read before. But he could read it anyway.

“Anti-itch cream... Anti-fungal cream... I don’t know, none of these really make much sense for this.” He shook his head and put them back in the bag.

He looked over Jude, assessing the work. His expression soured when he noticed the blood stains on the boy’s shirt.

That’s right... in their fight, Dammek had... bit him.

HELP, HOW DO YOU MAKE THESE THINGS END

Not used to writing hkkkk

Or

Well, not used to actually posting any writing I guess, hahaha.

Also yo have you ever fell from high up before?? IT IS SCARY AS HELL. DON’T DO IT. PSA. Ashi out.

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Bar Host: Good evenin’, all you cattle-rompers and country gals! In just a few moments we’ll be havin’ a line dance in the center of the floor here, so grab up a pal and swing ‘em high!

Allison McQueen: A line dance? Didn’t you say you knew how to line dance?

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: I do. I can show you the steps. Do you want to join in?

Allison McQueen: Er...HELL YEAH!

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: All right, then. I’ll be more than honored to be your partner. Guess we’ll just wait until they announce it.

Allison McQueen: Hey, look! What are those guys doing over there? Is that a...spitting contest???

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: A what??

Allison McQueen: A spitting contest. I didn’t even know that was a thing! I’ve never actually seen one up close and personal before. And it looks like it’s all guys. Figures.

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: People make a CONTEST out of spitting? That is such a disgusting habit! I never thought I’d see the day before setting eyes on something so...undignified. How unsightly! What are those gentlemen proving by doing such a thing?

Allison McQueen: They’re having fun! I’m not familiar with the rules or anything, but I’m pretty sure the person that can spit the farthest wins. It’s a guy thing, mainly, although I COULD supposedly sidle into the throng and show off some skill.

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: You? Enter a spitting contest? Why on earth for? It’s not ‘a guy thing,’ because this ‘guy’ is sitting this one out!

Allison McQueen: Actually, I was kinda hoping you’d enter alongside me. I wanted to see those Sinclaire spitting chops.

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: You must be joking! The likes of ME, spitting? Just as a way to have ‘fun?’ I’m sorry, but I’d rather chase down our culprit. I must decline, but if you wish to do it, then I won’t stop you. As much as my heart tells me it’s a bad influence on you. I hardly call a crew of cowboys spewing saliva across the floor a way to ‘have fun!’ I’ll sit here and watch, thank you very much.

Allison McQueen: *gently takes his hand, causing him to look at her* I’ll do it with you. You won’t be alone. These guys? You can take them on. You’re Ernest Sinclaire, Private Investigator. It’s simple. They’re spitting like men. I bet you can top off spitting like a man way more than those weaklings. Why ‘spit like a man’ when you can ‘spit like a boss?’ You’re the boss.

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: Hell, Miss McQueen. When you put it like THAT... *he pauses and then looks at her with determination* You know what? You are absolutely right. I AM the boss. I never said we couldn’t have fun while working on a case. Show me how to do this thing.

*Allison leads him over to where the spitting match is going on, and the guys whoop as another score comes in*

Allison McQueen: Hey, y’all. So you think you’re big tough men? Me and my friend here would like to join in on your little shindig. Is that cool with ya?

Guy: Oh, hell, yeah! Get a girl in here! The more the merrier! You want to try to beat Jason’s score? He just went out past the second marker!

Allison McQueen: Don’t judge me. I may be a girl, but I got aim. Detective, why don’t you start us off?

Guys: Wooooooo! Yeah, Billy! That was a tie!

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: *speaking quietly to Allison* I hope this is worth the rounds.

Allison McQueen: As I said, you’re the boss. *gently squeezes his shoulder*

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: Hkkkkkk! *he inhales deeply, drawing up as much spittle as he can, and then he lets it fly, shooting well past Jason’s and Billy’s marks*

Guy: Yeah! Hock it up, baby!

Allison McQueen: YES! *pumps her fist energetically*

Billy: Holy guacamole! Did you SEE that?? The new guy went WAY past us!

Jason: Dude! Where’d you learn to spit like that??? Now you’ve gotta teach me!

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: *giving Allison a satisfactory grin before hocking up another one* I think I won the admiration of the crowd with that one.

Allison McQueen: Of course you did. They can’t say no to the boss.

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: All right, gentlemen, second try! See if you can master THIS! Hkkkkkkk! *inhales deeply and spits, almost making it further that time*

Guys: Ohhhhhhh! Duuuuuuude! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! What’s yer name, man??

Detective Ernest Sinclaire: Sinclaire. Detective Ernest Sinclaire, Private Investigator, and this is my assistant, Allison McQueen.

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