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[SOLDIER First]

A straggler, yes. Closer.. closer...

[TCM]

Enelope rolls a single unlit cigarette into the tribe.

[Shadestyle]

Poor Fouradon/Limidon, your pick.

Peledon Jumps into the confused crowd, who takes it in stride.

[SOLDIER First]

Actually, now that her captive temporary guest was free, she gently nabs both of them.
"You are so cute."

[TCM]

*Coinflip* Fouradon gets a hold of the cigarette first.

[Shadestyle]

"Off! Off!" one shrieks in defiant anger.

Fouradon's Spear in one hand, the pilfered drug in the other, he jabs at his nabber, while Limidon takes it in silent stride, highly nervous at the pariah of the tribe freaking out so close. (1d2 = 2) She shrinks deeper into Eireka's grasp,

((We'll assume any of them on their own are literally incapable of dealing damage, since 1d6 Divided by 26 will never be over 1...))

[SOLDIER First]

Eirika lets go of both immediately.
"Sorry, sorry...!"

[Shadestyle]

"That's right Chesty Giant, I won't be humiliated!" He practically roars, Swaggering back to the fringes of the generally mingling Donchaka, Nearly swinging his spear like a baton.

Limidon opts to not do so along with them.

[SOLDIER First]

((>partial lucina expy
>chesty))

Eirika bows into a prayer position.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to humiliate anyone..."

[Shadestyle]

((>Not an orb

>Having a chest

He's trying his best, the little scamp.))

"It's fine, he is a bit..."

^{"He's a bit rude."} The even tinier Limidon says, watching the general commotion from where she is.

[SOLDIER First]

"No, that was rude of me.. I should have known, but I couldn't help myself."

[Shadestyle]

"It's fine, I'm more sorry for Fouradon's reaction."

"He d-didn't hurt you did he?"

[SOLDIER First]

"No, no. I'm all right."

[Shadestyle]

"Thank goodness, I'm sorry for that." She apologizes again.

[SOLDIER First]

"Don't apologize, I was being insensitive."