Pugod

Sekbi and Pugod are great friends and comrades, though they can sometimes disagree. For New Year's, the entire Mineshield had gathered in one place: around a campfire near spawn. Just and Alfedov sat together as usual, gossiping about everything possible and impossible, while Bls and Clyde drank beer, and Alceste and Cap told old jokes. Everyone has their own group, but Pugod couldn't find anyone to chat with. Sekbi and Kleshrake sat in their small group, sober unlike most, reminiscing about their time together, while Obsi and Dushenka, as usual, flirted with each other with their usual romantic atmosphere. Pugod was lost, like an abandoned kitten in the rain. Sekbi, noticing this, told his group he'd step away for a bit and approached the hatter. The boys chatted for a long time, until Pugod noticed something: the lizard's tongue. It was long and forked at the end.

• And you always had this... uh... Pugod asked embarrassedly, looking into Sekbi's face.

Sekbi and Pugod are great friends and comrades, though they can sometimes disagree. For New Year's, the entire Mineshield had gathered in one place: around a campfire near spawn. Just and Alfedov sat together as usual, gossiping about everything possible and impossible, while Bls and Clyde drank beer, and Alceste and Cap told old jokes. Everyone has their own group, but Pugod couldn't find anyone to chat with. Sekbi and Kleshrake sat in their small group, sober unlike most, reminiscing about their time together, while Obsi and Dushenka, as usual, flirted with each other with their usual romantic atmosphere. Pugod was lost, like an abandoned kitten in the rain. Sekbi, noticing this, told his group he'd step away for a bit and approached the hatter. The boys chatted for a long time, until Pugod noticed something: the lizard's tongue. It was long and forked at the end.

• And you always had this... uh... Pugod asked embarrassedly, looking into Sekbi's face.
• Language? My joy, I'm literally a lizard.