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Chi
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"Ya, know, I never would 'ave guessed this wassa bridge. Looks more like a platform to me. Whachu think, Chi? Jus' a wide bridge?"
"Chirip!"
"Yep, it doesn' matta', right lil' thin'? "
"Ttttt."
"Mor' drool? Maybe you oughta see a docta."
"Chirrrrp."
"Even Chi think's sa. Think we could getta nice person ta 'oint out 'ere to explar?"
"Trrr."
"Let's prove ya wrong, droolar."
The one who had been speaking to her two pets patted the Matches cage fondly. Chi had been the reason she had come out in the first place, so he could get used to her. It would be great to just have him sitting on her shoulder while she went out., singing whatever song he wanted. That would probably cheer up anyone she came across, to just hear him sing.
And she had to bring out the little drooling thing. She just didn't feel right letting him, or at least she thought it was a him, stay in his little exhibit all day. And all that drooling he did, just sitting there in his cage, not doing anything, seemed mean. He'd have some fun out here, meeting others, right?
Standing up, she tapped a young man on the shoulder, but he ignored her, continuing onto his destination. Again she tried to get someone's attention, but they sped past her as well, muttering something about sitting on the floor. Or it might have been something about war, but she wasn't too sure. The third stopped, but only long enough to laugh about something she had said before strolling off. What did they mean by a funny accent?