He was still alive. Somehow he’d managed to have good luck with this. Kululu wasn’t completely relaxed with this thought and he wouldn’t be until the next hour rolled past. So for now he’d stay put and take protection under his covers.
Tororo had finally settled down just a bit and fell asleep. Maybe he wasn’t going to say it was a joke until later. He didn’t know.
It had taken him a while but he finally found the Garuru Platoon’s ship. Kululu realized he wasn’t going to die, not tonight at least and once his anger had disappeared (along with some wall in the base) he had decided to go see Tororo himself. Within minutes he’d gotten inside of the ship and wandered around it until he found Tororo’s room. Creeping closer to the bed he gently shakes the tadpole.
He gives a whine as he was shaken, scooting away slightly. “Go ‘way, Taruru,” the tadpole whispers, not knowing it was Kululu.
“Tch, I’m not Fishlips but if you want, fine, I’ll go,” Kululu whispers back taking a step away.