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"Baroc! Stop wiggling around!"
The Cacropia Mocha Picchu tried desperately to keep her sister, a Matcha Mocha Picchu, from wriggling away from under her paws. "It won't be long now!"
"Cynson-" Baroc started, but she let out a high-pitched squeak as her sister tightened a bag on her back. "-it's tight enough!" she insisted as she felt the straps and buckles of the bag tightening around her like a corset.
"No!" Cynson insisted, and she gave one last pull to one of the straps, making her sister squeak again. "Our supplies can never be tied securely enough, sis!" She let go of her sister, stepping aside, but taking a moment to pat the bag on Baroc's back. "Imagine if we lost all my research?? I'd die!" An exaggeration - but it wasn't that far from the truth.
Baroc's ears flattened, and she let her body flop onto the bed of their small, humid, and stuffy motel room. "Isulmaaaa," she said, her voice carrying a hint of whining and exasperation as she called out to their third traveling companion.