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Pure vitriol spewed from Lime.
"I'm NOT signing those damn papers!" They yelled.
"Look, Lime, this is a MIRA requirement. Sign the waivers!" Orange clasped a clipboard between their hands, sighing.
Before Orange could continue, Lime jumped back into the ventilation system.
It felt like home to them. Army crawling throughout the many familiar nooks and crannies. They turned and trudged forward, seeing their sleeping bag and makeshift cross of a wrench and a wooden board lying beside it. Above was the vent hatch to the weapons room. Or as Lime found out when trying to spray Orange with holy water once, the weird aprons.
Lime ruffled their fur to check for any gremlins crawling around, then slid under the sleeping bag, and slowly dozed off to sleep thinking about how to avoid Orange at breakfast and their constant nagging.
Little did they know, that would be their biggest regret ever.