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"Hey! Give back my dice, toothpick!" Drogoz snarled at Moji, who had grabbed his D20 and rolled it on the table. "Use someone else's, these are reserved for DnD." His deep voice grumbled. "Shut up, will ya? I'm trying to write down my stats for Gorple." Drogoz raised an eyebrow. "Gorple. Seriously? That name is stupid." Moji rolled her eyes. "Listen up, chuckleschmuck. I'm only making a character sheet so Talus stops bothering me." Talus leaned across the table to look at the character Moji had made. He wheezed. "Sad." He gave a one word answer, still laughing at her. "Well, there are tons of campaigns and I never seem to see you play one where I asked for your opinion." Moji replied, not missing a beat. "Wow. That was a nice comeback. I hate to say it, but I'm impressed." Drogoz said, grumpily. "Thanks." Moji looked at him, a massive grin spreading across her face. "I didn't think you were capable of feeling emotion. Maybe those horns aren't stabbing into your brain after all." Miss Inara looked up. "Thinking of joining the club? We always have our door open, you know." Moji looked back at her. "I'll consider it." "What." Drogoz said, dryly. "What, do you object?" Moji's eyes flicked towards Drogoz as she scribbled down stats. "No. Why would my horns be stuck in my brain? What kind of theory is that?!" He growled, his voice slowly rising in volume, his body tense. "Hey, don't look at me. Talus speculated that." Drogoz's eyes were filled with fire as he looked at Talus. Talus took a bite of his quiche. "Well, I'm gonna go sit with Lian now. Bye." He scurried away in fear. "He better run away, my horns wouldn't get stuck in my brain. That's such a dumb thing to say. If he really insists, they could be inside his-" Drogoz was fuming. "Calm down, man. Now, you want your dice back or not?" Moji nudged the steaming boy with her elbow. "Yes." She dropped the dice into his open palm. He stuffed it back into his dice box. "Thanks for letting me use it." She chewed on a chunk of tofu. "You took them." Moji swallowed. "I gave them back, problem solved." She replied, dryly. Drogoz squinted at her. A deep rumbling sound started at the back of his throat, slowly bubbling up to be a raspy chuckle. "I guess you aren't awful." He told her, a small curl at the edge of his mouth. "The feeling is mutual." She deadpanned. The bell rang, they shook hands, and went their separate ways.