Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-38232361-20190907075919

(No, it was honestly a pretty slow day off. I just ended up procrastinating on this before remembering it. Sorry about that!)

"Oh.... Ummm, let me see...." Lulu gently tries to take the remote from Theo's paw, accidentally holding the furry extension of his arm for a few brief moments before quickly pulling away with the remote.

"S-sorry!"

The Kobold blushes as she tries pressing the power button repeatedly at different angles, all while forcing down her feelings.

''Wow! You're so desperate for affection that you'll use taking the remote as an excuse for handholding? You're pathetic!'' Her own inner demons spat as she pressed buttons and hit the device against her paw, their words like acid that burned and ate away at her self-esteem and hidden desires for the werecat beside her.

''You can't even get a stupid TV Remote to work! Or even bother to check the batteries!''

She flipped the plastic box and pulled off the tab on the back, getting increasingly agitated and depressed by her negative thoughts and self-inflicted sexual frustration. Where there was supposed to be two double AA's, there was empty space.

''See? And you thought a stupid little mutt like you ever had a chance at impressing him with your "TeChNiCaL kNoWhOw"! Ha! You couldn't even pour water out of a boot if the instructions were written on the bottom!

Her paws shook as she tried to hold back the tears before she sighed deeply, put down the remote and walked to the screen to turn it on manually. Immediately after, the screen turned on to show static before turning on to the local news with a redheaded Ratatoskr in her mid-late thirties and her twentysomething blonde, male co-anchor.

"In today's top story, reports of large numbers of old world monsters spotted leaving the once thought shut down trainyard in droves." The Young man adressed to the camera as an image of the werebats escaping appeared next to him. "Experts say there may have been at least four thousand total spotted, and around three thousand of that number being either werebats or harpies."

(You want to take over the Squirrel?)

MEANWHILE

''Fifteen million?! That's more than half of the humans in the city above!'' Roxy thought to herself as she looked in awe.

Seeing that no one was responding to Verthatoth's hailing, Roxy stepped forward and raised her hand. "Taxi!"

Suddenly a taxi came to a screeching halt infront of them. What looked like a non-mamono werecroc looked out the driver side window on the right of his black, British style taxi cab at the two.

"Now where would you two fine folks like ta go on dis lovely mornin?" The black and yellow scaled driver asked, a thick Cajun accent escaping his lips as he parted his lips to reveal a toothy grin.

"Uh....Davy Jones?" The Cu-Sith tells him hesitantly.

The croc adjusts his sunglasses and tips his straw trilby as he chuckles, his fat body slightly jiggling under his red and white Hawaiian floral shirt.

"Oh I can see yous got good taste mon cher! Hop in! My brudda actually owns da place! Just tell him Ol' Benji brought yah heya! Oh, and uh, your friend can come too I guess. Heheh....." the old croc cracks a joke at the demon's expense as he reaches back and opens the back door for them.

Roxy looks up to her lawyer and shrugs as she giggles quietly and uncomfortably before taking a seat inside.