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The scene before him was not exactly what he expected that early spring morning, but Rytlock supposed life was never without chaos with the Commander around.
The sitting area Kimera had created in her cozy little corner of the Eye was a wreck to say the least. Chairs had been toppled, the dining table was upside down, the two rugs were flipped up and rumpled, and the plush sofa she had somehow managed to drag up the mountain was laying on its back. And in the very center of the space, three choya loudly chattered around the prone form of a hogtied and spitting mad Canach.
"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to get them off of me?!" Canach snapped as soon as he noticed Rytlock, the wine colored choya sitting by his head gently bopped him on the nose.
"Yyyeah-no, I've already tried to fight the twins while they're jacked up on weird drugs, I'm not trying that ever again." Rytlock sipped his ale, "Besides, at least they're not trying to dye your armor glittery pink or something."
The two blue choya stopped their chatter and looked at each other, before grinning madly down at the Secondborn Sylvari.
"Oh no."
The lighter blue choya standing on his back raised her little arms and screeched in triumph.