[ Oh, of course she's going to bring THAT up. Right now of all times. Amy groans and squeezes her eyes shut; there is a time and a place, and this is neither of those things. ]
That didn't make us done, and I'm sorry I hung up on you, that was super rude of me! I just don't know what to say to you most of the time!
[ The door stops shaking suddenly as Amy realizes that the water is rising out here. There's also some noise, and some unholy, hideous little voice. Now, a few years ago, the hedgehog had high hopes of raising a bunch of little blue and pink kids, hearing the pitter patter of tiny feet as they ran at super sonic speeds through the house. That dream sort of fizzled out and died, though.
Kinda like the kid that's lurking around in the water. Nice.
Amy looks around frantically and then moves away from the door, stepping up onto a weathered looking chest and out of the water. She's screwed already, she knows this; but if Surge can at least get out, well. That's a plus. She really doesn't want to club a kid, but does it count if it's already dead? ]
I'm definitely not your... ugh, I can't even say it...
[ The thirst is absolutely unreal right now, almost unbearable. She's a little too preoccupied to do much about it right now. Not that she's desperate enough to drink corpse water, anyways, not yet at least. Still. Her eyes follow the rising water, before she looks up. She grabs her hammer and begins to slam it into the ceiling, causing the wood to splinter and break, before she bends her knees and jumps. She grabs the fragile wood and dangles for a moment, before she very carefully but quickly pulls herself up and into the hole she made. ]
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That didn't make us done, and I'm sorry I hung up on you, that was super rude of me! I just don't know what to say to you most of the time!
[ The door stops shaking suddenly as Amy realizes that the water is rising out here. There's also some noise, and some unholy, hideous little voice. Now, a few years ago, the hedgehog had high hopes of raising a bunch of little blue and pink kids, hearing the pitter patter of tiny feet as they ran at super sonic speeds through the house. That dream sort of fizzled out and died, though.
Kinda like the kid that's lurking around in the water. Nice.
Amy looks around frantically and then moves away from the door, stepping up onto a weathered looking chest and out of the water. She's screwed already, she knows this; but if Surge can at least get out, well. That's a plus. She really doesn't want to club a kid, but does it count if it's already dead? ]
I'm definitely not your... ugh, I can't even say it...
[ The thirst is absolutely unreal right now, almost unbearable. She's a little too preoccupied to do much about it right now. Not that she's desperate enough to drink corpse water, anyways, not yet at least. Still. Her eyes follow the rising water, before she looks up. She grabs her hammer and begins to slam it into the ceiling, causing the wood to splinter and break, before she bends her knees and jumps. She grabs the fragile wood and dangles for a moment, before she very carefully but quickly pulls herself up and into the hole she made. ]