[ Indrik was getting ready to give Bee a fireworks show directly to the face when he heard that very distinct single syllable. 'Rex.'
Look, Indrik loves Rex a whole lot, but also he's a naughty garbage monster and knows he's in trouble.
So he shoots off that fireworks ball anyway as a distraction and then goddamn runs for it like only a four-legged critter can. He could probably hit 40mph if he could avoid smacking into stuff, which he cannot, scattering tables and chairs and students as he makes his getaway. ]
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Look, Indrik loves Rex a whole lot, but also he's a naughty garbage monster and knows he's in trouble.
So he shoots off that fireworks ball anyway as a distraction and then goddamn runs for it like only a four-legged critter can. He could probably hit 40mph if he could avoid smacking into stuff, which he cannot, scattering tables and chairs and students as he makes his getaway. ]