Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170914225332/@comment-26892768-20170916015721

Nico and Parado have kinda just stopped fighting and instead watch the situation unfold.

Nimona looks, and sighs. "Yeesh, if we're actively working to make everyone hate each other, we might as well hand ourselves to the Red Army on a silver platter..."

She leaves the building, Vezon following close behind - not that he has a choice, considering chain.

"So...what exactly are we doing?" Vezon asks.

"Eh. Seeing if those guys the usually-drunk guy was talking shit about have a particularly noticable scent. One that can be tracked." Nimona replies.

"...But you have no idea what they smell like." Vezon points out.

"First time for everything!" Nimona shrugs, before turning into a shirshu and beginning to sniff around.