'It's ok. I won't hurt ya. Pspspspsps?'

Flint has always felt an affinity with random animals from alleyways. He doesn't quite know why

You hear it squeak, but it doesn’t move.

*Sorry I left*

Flint is very excited. It squeaks? Must be a good friend! He tentatively reaches out to it

*no probs!*

It runs off again, about 10ft, and then stops.

'Hey, ya want something? Come to Flinty, little guy!'

He gets out a piece of cheese to tempt it out

Roll AH

16

*gtg*

Flint is lurking in the clubhouse, curled up in a pile of filthy rags

Lil tiptoes in, not wanting to wake him. Unfortunately she's trying so hard to be quiet she doesn't see the bucket on the floor. She trips right over it, landing with a crash next to Flint's pile.

'Oh, hey Lil! How's it going? We gotta new friend here, wanna see?'

Lil sits up, now a fair bit grimier than she was before. "Not too bad..." she says, rubbing her head. At the promise of a new friend she perks up. "Absolutely, new friends are great!"

'Let me introduce you to Caravaggio, the Existential Giant Goldfish!'

He points to a golden shape swimming around in the filthy waters. The shape moves towards the surface, revealing itself to be a giant goldfish. 'Good afternoon. So, a new person? Were you flushed down the toilet too? I am sorry for your cruel fate'

Lil takes a step back, a little shocked by the appearance of a giant talking goldfish. "Um, hi. Nice to meet you Caravaggio. And no, I wasn't flushed down the toilet, but I'm sorry you were."

'It was disgusting, actually. How could my life have gone so horribly wrong? The other goldfish had led me to believe that the toilet was a portal to the afterlife. Instead, I was condemned to rot down here as little more than sewage. I wish this was the afterlife!'

*What does Lil look like now? Obviously there was the description at the beginning, but now she has been hanging around in the sewers and scavenging, has that taken a physical toll on her at all?*

"Sorry to disappoint, this definitely isn't the afterlife, but it's not all that bad. Pretty nice actually when you get used to it."

*I don't think she's changed too much, her clothes are probably a bit scrappier now and I think she would've cut her hair shorter to stop from getting grime in it, but other than that she's pretty much thr same*

'Nice? In case you haven't noticed, I am swimming in poop! And not just any old poop, but rotting poop!' He looks upset thinking about it. 'Oh, cruel, cruel fate!'

Flint is in the clubhouse, playing happy songs on the lute to the goldfish, who seems to be enjoying them

Meepo walks in, holding a cinnamon roll. “Oh, hey Flint! How are ya?”

'Good thanks, how are ya? Enjoying ya cinnamon roll?'