Monser
Amarique
"I can't believe we're here," growled Amarique. "I don't like this place. Too lighthearted."
"I didn't want to come either, Amarique," Monser replied. "I can't stand being so far from Fetish."
Amarique rolled her eyes. "Fetish, Fetish, Fetish. She's all you ever think about. Anyway, she's only back in the Zoo Pen district. She's renovating, remember, and we're not supposed to interfere." She snorted. "As if standing in a stall or sitting in the Snack Bar all day is interfering."
Monser was picking at the grass. "I wish the renovations were done, though. It's dull, going out all the time because Fetish is busy. I want to go with her." Amarique nodded. "I completely agree," she said approvingly. "Well, not the whole 'with her' bit, but you know what I mean. Sarkz can be so annoyinly single-minded som-"
"I told you I hate you calling her that!" Monser reared up onto his back legs with great effort and glared down at her for a moment before settling in the grass again. "Wish someone would come by," he muttered, abandoning his meticulous grammar.