Talk:Kikimora/@comment-24026095-20170228210500/@comment-30895326-20170228215206

"We're not doing it out here, are we?" I ask, knowing full well I'll probably not be able to get out of this. At least I want to keep as little dignity I'll get out of it.

"If ya'r into dat stuff," the Manitcore answers snapping her glove.

"I'm not."

"Then please come this way. It should take long," the Kikimora says as I follow both of them to a tent that has been put up.

21:52, February 28, 2017 (UTC)

I step out of the tent, my face so red, they need to invent a new name for it. The Kikimora and Manticore, who's wiping herself off with a towel, follow behind me.

"Thank you for your time. Everything seems to be okay," the Kikimora says shacking my hand.

"Yep, Real healthy dis one," the Manticore chuckles also shaking my hand.

As I'm walking away, I notice there's something in my hand. I look and see a piece of paper and reading it I see what looks like a phone number. I turn back and see the Manticore doing a phone hand gesture and mouthing 'call me' at me.

I just sigh and go back home.