Hesen
Binky
Hesen: Hey, you’re Binky, right? That one alien that’s making friends with the rest of us.
Binky: Yea. You’re the weird zombie local aren’t you?
Hesen: I’m whatever I am. Are you still having trouble with your spaceship?
Binky: I’m no engineer, it’s difficult to repair it. The rest are still studying my ship schematics. I’m just grateful they’re helpful.
Binky: Okay but honestly— are you a zombie? Does the smoke have something to do with you?
Hesen: Are you asking if I am alive? Well, I am now.
Binky: So, before then…
Hesen: Haha Snoods do not die or age. That much I can tell you.
Hesen: Anyway, could you tell your friends I say thanks for the help? I’d do it myself but the cats are fussy as you can see— no come back here!
Binky: Anything else? A pillow? More cats? Sarcasm?
Hesen: Hilarious.
Hesen: Actually, yes, you could help out with one more thing. Could you do me a favor?
Binky: Oh… Sure I guess? What do you need me to do?
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Tulle: Hesen gave you this?
Binky: Yea, dunno what it is but thought you might know.
Tulle: It looks like it’s made out of the same material as the Dark Bones Cyno often finds.
Tulle: Fascinating… What is this…
Binky: You’re… Staring at it pretty intently.
Tulle: Do you see it? It’s staring back.
Binky: Um… What?
Just then, Cyno barges in and crashed into Tulle
Tulle: OW!
CYNO!!! That hurts.
Cyno: Sorry, sorry! I just thought you— uh nevermind. I wanted to see how you’re doing!
Binky: You guys good?
Cyno: Peachy!
Tulle: No, not peachy. I’ve got a bruise at the back of my head now!
Tulle: Anyway, Ill try to look into this thing. Maybe if we get enough sample of Dark Bones it’ll mean something.
Cyno: Oooh I can help, I’m gonna go hunt for bones!
Tulle: No! Don’t—! Binky could you follow him and make sure he doesn’t get hurt.
Binky: Wha— argh fine! This is ridiculous, your twin runs like the wind! How am I suppose to follow? Hey, wait for me!