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Fluixon’s steps were quiet as he slowly followed after Saparata. He tugged at the scarf wrapped around Gotoga’s neck to quiet him down. Fluixon shot him a look of warning.
He knew Saparata asking him if he would be busy today was suspicious, and this further proved him right. He had boated around for a while, almost catching Fluixon, and Gotoga in the open sea.
That’s why his hair was damp.. Gotoga had pulled them into the depths, acting on impulse. It had worked, of course, but still..
Then he totally got scammed by some random player for birch saplings of all things. Who seriously pays two iron ores for saplings? And birch for that matter.
He was building something, and something that caused him to continuously glance over his shoulder. It's just… Fluixon hadn’t expected a beach area.
Especially one Saparata was treating so seriously. The amount of times he looked around was astonishing. Incredibly annoying, but astonishing none the less.
Gotoga leaned in closer, his shoulder brushing Fluixon’s. “What’s he building three seats for?” Gotoga asked, voice impossibly quiet. Fluixon had to strain to hear him. “Does he even have any other friends?” He added after silence settled between them.
Fluixon glared at him, causing Gotoga to back off. It didn’t matter if Saparata had other friends, it just mattered who he planned to meet here. Considering how dense the trees that hid this area were, Fluixon considered the fact that it was quite obvious Saparata wouldn’t want them here.
He knew that Saparata was somewhat buddy-buddy with Jophiel, but the other seat had him reaching for possibilities. He brought Gotoga closer to whisper in his ear.
“Jophiel, and someone else, most likely.” Fluixon informed, quietly pushing Gotoga back. The trapper fixed his scarf, then nodded. The two redirected their attention to Saparata, who was lounging on his newly made seat.
Daring himself to look closer, Fluixon inched forward. Gotoga inhaled sharply, hesitantly holding out a hand to stop Fluixon. But he was Gotoga’s boss, so he thought against it.
Fluixon peered down, straining his neck to catch a glimpse of Saparata’s screen. He shifted, and Fluixon bit his lip hard. He slowly struggled back, quietly moving a branch back into place. Gotoga gave him a questioning look, and Fluixon shook his head. It was too risky to try again, and he hadn’t even been able to catch anything useful.
Fluixon, and Gotoga stood there silently, not even daring to breathe too loudly. Finally, Saparata pushed up, stretching his arms above his head. He typed out something quick on his communicator, then pocketed the device.
Gotoga startled slightly, and began to inch away from the beach. Fluixon gave Saparata one last look before turning back to move out of his way.
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Fluixon rested against the crafting table as he watched Gotoga examine the surrounding area. “So, is it big enough to build a trap?” Fluixon asked, looking over the calm seating arrangement Saparata had made. Gotoga waved his hand.
“Hm, should be enough for a simple fall trap.” He said, standing up. He brushed off the sand dust from his pants. “Or, something even easier.” Gotoga looked up, tilting his head towards the sky. Immediately, Fluixon understood what he meant.
“A dripstone trap?” He asked, glancing up at the bright sky. Gotoga nodded, moving closer to Fluixon.
“It just depends on how much time we have.” Gotoga said, stopping beside Fluixon. He gave him a look. “You have dripstone, right?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
Fluixon nodded, digging through his inventory. He produced a single dripstone from inside, and presented it to Gotoga. He handed it over, and examined it thoughtfully.
“Easy way out, of course?” Gotoga asked, poking the tip of the dripstone. Blood leaked from his finger, and he wiped it against his pants.
Fluixon nodded again, looking up from the two seats to stare at the sky. “No way we have enough time to dig out all the sand.” Fluixon pushed away from the crafting table, and moved over to the small seats.
“Any building blocks on you?” Fluixon asked, peeking back at Gotoga. The trapper paused momentarily before equipping a stack of wooden planks. Before he could start building up, Fluixon raised his hand. Gotoga stopped.
Fluixon stood up, and took out his communicator. “We can’t risk you being caught.” Fluixon said, opening up a private chat between him and Seraphim.
[ You whisper to Seraphim_here: Are you busy? I need your help with something. ]