Red Fish Blue Fish (Dance With Death, Private)

Blue took the labelled jar and looked at it for a moment before doing exactly what it said not to do and shoving it into their torso. Blue couldn't read, so no sign or label could stop them. The eyeballs were safe inside the glass jar, in no danger of being dissolved into more acidic slime within the ooze though. It was just stored away to make it easier to carry.

Blue returned Fish's thumbs up silently and watched them walk away. Partnering up with them had been a lot different than Blue had expected. They were hard to work with, horrible at communicating, and their name was confusing. For Astrid's second best friend, Blue didn't know how Astrid got along with them. They'd have to ask Astrid why she likes Fish so much.

Blue just stood there for a few moments, Fish walking across the sand toward the nearest town. The little bird was clearly still a bit beat up, unable to recover from the fight as fast as the ooze could. Blue was feeling perfectly fine already, with no sign of the damage they had taken during the fight. Their armor would need some repairs later, but it had done its job protecting them for the most part, but Fish had no armor to protect them.

Blue let out a sigh and started to shift their form.

Behind Fish, a large blue-furred wolf walked up to their side and turned its head toward them.

"Do you want a ride?" Blue asked a little hesitantly.

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