Snail rolls her eyes and doesn't bother indulging the mage with any kind of response. She's equally tired of this whole, bizarre situation.
As everything calms, the jungle has similarly settled back into normalcy; insects begin to buzz again and birds chatter in the branches.
The last three soldiers finally materialize through the shadowy brush, followed shortly by Miller. His hair and face are damp with moisture -- a mix of sweat and the jungle's condensed humidity. He sighs sharply, annoyed.
"So. You finally get that out of your system, Naugus?" Kaz's eyes light on the aviators hooked to the front of Snail's uniform and wastes no time reclaiming them. A quick polish with his scarf and they're back on his face. "What a fucking fiasco."
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As everything calms, the jungle has similarly settled back into normalcy; insects begin to buzz again and birds chatter in the branches.
The last three soldiers finally materialize through the shadowy brush, followed shortly by Miller. His hair and face are damp with moisture -- a mix of sweat and the jungle's condensed humidity. He sighs sharply, annoyed.
"So. You finally get that out of your system, Naugus?" Kaz's eyes light on the aviators hooked to the front of Snail's uniform and wastes no time reclaiming them. A quick polish with his scarf and they're back on his face. "What a fucking fiasco."