Time passed by pretty slowly when there's nothing going on, you cannot move your body from neck down, and your nose and mouth literally squashed by the weight of your own head. That's what Ragi was feeling when she waited for the paralysis to wear off.. Which didn't really happen, like, at all. What was she thinking, laying there near the yellow fart substance that she knew was causing her inability to move. This, my friend, is a real life example of how pride would eventually kill someone.
Such is the case, that made Ragi really happy when the sloth was finally done snacking on the bugs and sauntered to her side. It was still pretty friendly then, and even helped flipped Ragi so that her face was no longer half-buried in the damp forest floors. A friendly lick to the cheeks was a pretty nice gesture too. A ticklish one, but it was nice. Like if a puppy licked your face kind of nice.
The next thing that happened, however, was the exact opposite of nice. Instead of, like, stopped farting paralytic substance into the air, the sloth actually bit Ragi on her shoulder. It was not bone-crushingly painful per se, but still, quite the dick move to assault a helpless lady! Really, sloth? This is how you treat your friend? Ragi promised to herself to teach the small runt some manners once she regain control of her body.
However, to her surprise, her Goblin instinct had overridden her camaraderie with the sloth. As if it was the most natural thing to do, Ragi moved her neck and positioned her head right over the sloth's neck before biting down as hard as she could. She was surprised, bewildered even. Was this how every single living being in this world act? Abandon friendship for a taste of food?
In any case, now that the bridge was unexpectedly burned, Ragi decided not to relax her bite - unless the sloth let go first.
rabidbacon,
TheMushroomLord
