"X'm's not dang'rous," Cake said seriously, quietly, tugging a few times at the grip on his wrists, "He doesn't wanna play a game." Which was dangerous. Everything else the man said went right over his head, and it ended with Cake just plain staring blankly at him.
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"Soso, I gotta go?" Aww. He didn't want to leave, yet. And not only because the food smelled really good - maybe x would share! - though.. if 'staying' meant he had to keep getting grabbed, he wasn't so sure. Either way, there was resignation; the armadillo-worm had said very clearly that he wasn't allowed in the Hotel. And, as a criminal, Spandexman had to know that, right?