<div class="floatright">(https://s6.postimg.cc/ala1b3ayp/muxephone-lugo_S.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Moxephone and Lugo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585753#msg13585753)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Lauralan, Caliste<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor, as shown<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21<br/><strong>Ammo:</strong>2<br/><hr/><br/>The trek through the tower had been long and relatively peaceful, though not without it's own brand of stress. The monotony, the darkness, and of course, Xia's tail. It was a bit frightening, seeing just how far even a little corruption could go. Still, Xia seemed to be herself, if understandably withdrawn. Moxie wanted help her friend as much as possible, even if it meant carrying her down the stairs, but it was difficult to do without agitating her own new additions. Plus, with how upset Xia was over her tail, it seemed better to avoid drawing attention to it for now. So Moxie helped her up when she slipped, but resolved to give Xia some time to sort things out for herself.<br/><br/>This proved to be a mistake.<br/><br/>Xia's sudden flight took her completely by surprise. "W-wait!" Moxie shouted as she lunged after her, only to fall flat with a yelp of pain. Though their trek through the tower had given her more than enough time to become accustomed to moving around with her new equipment, surprise and haste led to old motions, which lead to her weighty balls being squished between her thighs.<br/><br/>"Xia... wait..." Moxie mumbled weakly while holding her groin. Lugo hovered over her protectively, looking between her and Xia's diminishing form in distress. It took a few moments for Moxie to stagger back to her feet, but by then Xia was already long gone. Moxie glanced at Lauralan, then at the white-furred... person? Creature? She seemed like she was probably still a person. She seemed like she was still stuck to the tree by the goo the other one had thrown at her, but there was no telling how long that would last.<br/><br/>Moxie sighed, her shoulder's slumped. "Hey..." Her voice was soft, like she couldn't muster the effort to shout. She sighed again and tried once more, louder this time. "Hey! You over there. Are you..." She trailed off. She meant to say 'Are you a monster?' or 'Do you want to fight?' or something to that effect. But the thought of having to fight at this moment was just...<em>depressing</em>. That alone would normally have been alarming. Moxie was a warrior born, she loved to fight. But she didn't have the energy to care about that either.<br/><br/>Right now, there was really only one thing she wanted, and so she asked, hopeful, if perhaps naive...<br/><br/>"Hey, do... Do you want to be friends?"