[Qilby's first thought is that one of his generators over there has finally congealed into stasis, then blown up. That would make sense, at least - more sense than what he sees next.]
[His instinct is to run, but there are no fauna that big on this planet anymore. Something else is going on. Carefully, slowly, he turns his head to the slurping, sucking mass before him.]
[Qilby knew, of course, that Valerius was going to ditch off someday. Certainly, if he didn't, Qilby was going to ditch off on him someday; that's the nature of beings like them, always desiring Something Else. It doesn't stop the clawing loneliness he'd felt in his gut, creeping more and more up into his chest cavity with each day, nor does it stop the impulse to smack that cheery sing-song tone out of his mouth.]
[Valerius might sense a flash of what feels like relief coming across Qilby's face, followed by a white-hot wave of wrath. Nothing else to it, just wrath. Hopefully that's enough warning for Valerius to move when Qilby launches himself, full-body, off the ground, wild-eyed, glasses falling askew on his face. His fist is lit wakfu-blue and aimed, naturally, at Val's nose.]
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Date: 2019-06-21 06:27 pm (UTC)[His instinct is to run, but there are no fauna that big on this planet anymore. Something else is going on. Carefully, slowly, he turns his head to the slurping, sucking mass before him.]
[Qilby knew, of course, that Valerius was going to ditch off someday. Certainly, if he didn't, Qilby was going to ditch off on him someday; that's the nature of beings like them, always desiring Something Else. It doesn't stop the clawing loneliness he'd felt in his gut, creeping more and more up into his chest cavity with each day, nor does it stop the impulse to smack that cheery sing-song tone out of his mouth.]
[Valerius might sense a flash of what feels like relief coming across Qilby's face, followed by a white-hot wave of wrath. Nothing else to it, just wrath. Hopefully that's enough warning for Valerius to move when Qilby launches himself, full-body, off the ground, wild-eyed, glasses falling askew on his face. His fist is lit wakfu-blue and aimed, naturally, at Val's nose.]