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Inka's previous story:

Nymble feebly attempted to intercept Inka's on-coming rage... but well, it wasn't directed at him for once, so he wasn't going to do much more than an attempt.
He watched as Inka marched out from the dark hallway and made a beeline for the scrawny taxman. Damn, she looked angrier than usual. Nymble wondered if she was about to punch him. Better get the popcorn ready. (Good think he always kept some spare kernels in his bandana for times like this. A little fire magic, and we have ourselves a show!)

But Inka was not entertained. Not one bit. How DARE that micro-managing little moppet man talk to Alma like that! "How DARE you make such judgmental assumptions!" The next words were spewing from her mouth before she could even realize it.

And before either Alma or Reed could realize it, Inka was now so close to Reeds face that he needed to look up to see her glaring down at him. Instinctually, he moved his clipboard up as a shield before she could scream anymore.

"ALMA MUM DOES MORE FOR THIS TOWN THAN YOU COULD EVER FATHUM! SHE DOES NOT TREAT ME BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE! SHE IS EQUAL TO ALL HER CHILDREN!"

"Inka dear!" Alma cut in, trying to interject.

"That's not actually what I s--"

But Inka was not listening to anything coming out of this man's mouth. "SHUT UP! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS GETTING MORE BODIES FOR YOUR LITTLE SLAVE MOTEL!"

"Inka! Now that's enough! You need to go to your room and calm down!" Alma persisted, wedging an arm between the two.

But Inka did not break her glare toward Reed, ready to shoot daggers out of her eyes at him the second he made eye contact. Try her. Little worm faced her, but avoided her eyes, preferring to hide behind his precious clipboard instead. Slimy bottom dweller too puckooshit to even give her the time of day. Whatever. Let him flinch like the coward he was. She knew what the Cranny was like, and there was no way she was living in a rundown old mill way out of town. Let him just TRY to drag her out.

"Come on now dear, let's head off to bed. This won't help anything." Alma took Inka's arm hesitantly.

Inka twitched initially, but calmed down under the weight of Alma's touch. She faced her hatchery mum and frowned. "Please Alma, I've heard things about that place. It's slave labor disguised as free boarding, and it's unsafe to live in! I heard the rooms don't even have windows!"

"We'll figure that all out later, not to worry." Alma patted her gently on the shoulder, and Inka took a breath to relax a bit. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, however, Reed's beady little eyes looking quickly between them while he scribbled something down on his clipboard.

"What are you writing now?" Inka couldn't help but ask, her teeth ground into a snarl.

"A deadline." Reed said simply, offering the finished paper to her. "For your Agreement to Vacate Nook Property. A courtesy in order to pack and make the proper arrangements."

"Why you...." She growled, raising every inch she had on him to tower over him with intimidation.

"Mister Reed, do we need to make a final decision tonight?" Alma winced, a bit peeved that he was still moving forward. (Especially when she was trying to stop an enraged implass from strangling him right now)

Reed averted his eyes from her gaze again, keeping the paper held out for her to grab. "The decision has been made, yes. Also... there are no laws in place that say you must live in the Cranny after leaving the Nook. You may reside anywhere else that will suit your particular needs." He suggested.

This somehow riled up Inka even more. "You say that as if I need more because I'm an IMP. Like I'm somehow above the Cranny!"

Reed dropped all his previous flinching from her gaze to hesitantly look towards her, curiously raising his eyebrows at her. "Are you?"

"NO, YOU WYNGUS!" Inka screamed so loud in his face that he needed to shield himself again. Luckily, Alma was actually pushing Inka away from him this time.

"Then I expect you will do just fine in any establishment you choose." Reed said, calmly but curtly.

Inka finally reached for the paper he'd been holding to her, but only to angrily rip it to shreds in front of his face.

Reed just sighed. "The paper is not binding, just a courtesy. I will have a replacement mailed here in the morning." And finally, he turned his back to leave.

"Thank you Reed. Please stay safe on your way back to town." She dismissed him as she heavy-handedly scooted Inka down the hall.

He merely gave a nod of his head as he opened the door to leave.

"Alma! Why do you give him such civility? He is undeserving of your kindness." She fumed.

Alma just patted her back gently. "I don't like him either Inka, but screaming his head off isn't going to help anything."

"Yeah well..." Inka's anger was fizzing out. "It makes me feel better..."

Alma chuckled. "I understand, but that's what our screaming pillow is for, remember?" She pointed out.

Inka cracked a smile at her beloved hatchery mum as they slowly walked together down the hall.

It was all starting to feel a little bit better, that is... until inka tripped over something-- or someone just sitting in the dark hallway!

That feeling was short-lived.

"NYMBLE!!" Inka screamed at the blue boy gathering up his spilled popcorn. The idiot was still stuffing kernels into his mouth.

"Hoi! How'd id go?" He asked innocently with a full mouth.

Before Inka could think about lifting him up and yeeting him to the sun, Alma was already on his case.

"What are you doing here so late? It's past curfew! Go home before I tell Azoth myself!" She scolded.

Nymble had never scrambled up so fast. "I'm going, I'm going!" He scuttled off to the door. "Way to show the taxman, Inka!" he cheered behind him as he left.

Inka scrunched her nose in annoyance at the trail of laughter he left behind, but it did give her an idea....

Sorry, this one got long. TLDR: Inka gets real mad at mister taxman and you won't like her when she's angry.
My backgrounds need work because they generally make no sense, but I liked the style of this anyways. Kudos to peeps in the VC (namely Mari) giving me the idea for Nymble eating popcorn in the background, lmao.

DRAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAA~!

Description
Inka's previous story:

Nymble feebly attempted to intercept Inka's on-coming rage... but well, it wasn't directed at him for once, so he wasn't going to do much more than an attempt.
He watched as Inka marched out from the dark hallway and made a beeline for the scrawny taxman. Damn, she looked angrier than usual. Nymble wondered if she was about to punch him. Better get the popcorn ready. (Good think he always kept some spare kernels in his bandana for times like this. A little fire magic, and we have ourselves a show!)

But Inka was not entertained. Not one bit. How DARE that micro-managing little moppet man talk to Alma like that! "How DARE you make such judgmental assumptions!" The next words were spewing from her mouth before she could even realize it.

And before either Alma or Reed could realize it, Inka was now so close to Reeds face that he needed to look up to see her glaring down at him. Instinctually, he moved his clipboard up as a shield before she could scream anymore.

"ALMA MUM DOES MORE FOR THIS TOWN THAN YOU COULD EVER FATHUM! SHE DOES NOT TREAT ME BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE! SHE IS EQUAL TO ALL HER CHILDREN!"

"Inka dear!" Alma cut in, trying to interject.

"That's not actually what I s--"

But Inka was not listening to anything coming out of this man's mouth. "SHUT UP! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS GETTING MORE BODIES FOR YOUR LITTLE SLAVE MOTEL!"

"Inka! Now that's enough! You need to go to your room and calm down!" Alma persisted, wedging an arm between the two.

But Inka did not break her glare toward Reed, ready to shoot daggers out of her eyes at him the second he made eye contact. Try her. Little worm faced her, but avoided her eyes, preferring to hide behind his precious clipboard instead. Slimy bottom dweller too puckooshit to even give her the time of day. Whatever. Let him flinch like the coward he was. She knew what the Cranny was like, and there was no way she was living in a rundown old mill way out of town. Let him just TRY to drag her out.

"Come on now dear, let's head off to bed. This won't help anything." Alma took Inka's arm hesitantly.

Inka twitched initially, but calmed down under the weight of Alma's touch. She faced her hatchery mum and frowned. "Please Alma, I've heard things about that place. It's slave labor disguised as free boarding, and it's unsafe to live in! I heard the rooms don't even have windows!"

"We'll figure that all out later, not to worry." Alma patted her gently on the shoulder, and Inka took a breath to relax a bit. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, however, Reed's beady little eyes looking quickly between them while he scribbled something down on his clipboard.

"What are you writing now?" Inka couldn't help but ask, her teeth ground into a snarl.

"A deadline." Reed said simply, offering the finished paper to her. "For your Agreement to Vacate Nook Property. A courtesy in order to pack and make the proper arrangements."

"Why you...." She growled, raising every inch she had on him to tower over him with intimidation.

"Mister Reed, do we need to make a final decision tonight?" Alma winced, a bit peeved that he was still moving forward. (Especially when she was trying to stop an enraged implass from strangling him right now)

Reed averted his eyes from her gaze again, keeping the paper held out for her to grab. "The decision has been made, yes. Also... there are no laws in place that say you must live in the Cranny after leaving the Nook. You may reside anywhere else that will suit your particular needs." He suggested.

This somehow riled up Inka even more. "You say that as if I need more because I'm an IMP. Like I'm somehow above the Cranny!"

Reed dropped all his previous flinching from her gaze to hesitantly look towards her, curiously raising his eyebrows at her. "Are you?"

"NO, YOU WYNGUS!" Inka screamed so loud in his face that he needed to shield himself again. Luckily, Alma was actually pushing Inka away from him this time.

"Then I expect you will do just fine in any establishment you choose." Reed said, calmly but curtly.

Inka finally reached for the paper he'd been holding to her, but only to angrily rip it to shreds in front of his face.

Reed just sighed. "The paper is not binding, just a courtesy. I will have a replacement mailed here in the morning." And finally, he turned his back to leave.

"Thank you Reed. Please stay safe on your way back to town." She dismissed him as she heavy-handedly scooted Inka down the hall.

He merely gave a nod of his head as he opened the door to leave.

"Alma! Why do you give him such civility? He is undeserving of your kindness." She fumed.

Alma just patted her back gently. "I don't like him either Inka, but screaming his head off isn't going to help anything."

"Yeah well..." Inka's anger was fizzing out. "It makes me feel better..."

Alma chuckled. "I understand, but that's what our screaming pillow is for, remember?" She pointed out.

Inka cracked a smile at her beloved hatchery mum as they slowly walked together down the hall.

It was all starting to feel a little bit better, that is... until inka tripped over something-- or someone just sitting in the dark hallway!

That feeling was short-lived.

"NYMBLE!!" Inka screamed at the blue boy gathering up his spilled popcorn. The idiot was still stuffing kernels into his mouth.

"Hoi! How'd id go?" He asked innocently with a full mouth.

Before Inka could think about lifting him up and yeeting him to the sun, Alma was already on his case.

"What are you doing here so late? It's past curfew! Go home before I tell Azoth myself!" She scolded.

Nymble had never scrambled up so fast. "I'm going, I'm going!" He scuttled off to the door. "Way to show the taxman, Inka!" he cheered behind him as he left.

Inka scrunched her nose in annoyance at the trail of laughter he left behind, but it did give her an idea....

Sorry, this one got long. TLDR: Inka gets real mad at mister taxman and you won't like her when she's angry.
My backgrounds need work because they generally make no sense, but I liked the style of this anyways. Kudos to peeps in the VC (namely Mari) giving me the idea for Nymble eating popcorn in the background, lmao.

DRAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAA~!