Cover...75...77
First panel
Pix: Gone? GONE?! What do you mean by GONE?! As in away, or just DEAD?!
Caynril: EITHER, really. why else do you think I would set up a bunch of traps, for fun? NO! Well, I AM awesome at it, but I really just need to get rid of that little fuzzball iiwii.
Brianna: THAT'S TERRIBLE!! Why in the world would you be trying to do that to your, uh, Nephew iiwii!...I guess that's his name... but how could you, you cold-hearted creature! Why would anyone try to get rid of a little kid?!
Caynril: Sheesh, I don't know what YOUR problem is, you're acting as if this is some kind of bad thing.
Second Panel
Pix: It IS bad!! Why, there must be SOME kind of reason why you would do this. I mean, you're not just trying to kill him for fun, are you? That's horrible!
Iniru: Actually, there IS an explanation for this, just one that you probably wouldn't like. You see, among our kind, if a set of mates can't take care of their offspring, or sometimes just don't want that kind of responsibility, or maybe even don't want him/her at all, then the child is passed down in care of some other member of the family line. In this case, Caynril's older sister couldn't take care of iiwii, so inherently he was passed to the care of Caynril. Of course, Canny here can hardly take care of himself. I even have to go an check on him sometimes just to make sure he feeds himself. So Caynril can't care for iiwii either. In a case like this, where the next member of the family can't or doesn't want to care for the child either, then it is assumed that no one will ever want or be able to care for the child. So he/she is traditionally either set loose to survive on their own in the forest, or occasionally put to death. So basically Caynril has been bugging me for the past few weeks to help him get rid of the kid, so I finally agreed to help him.
Brianna: That's... that still...just plain cruel! You people actually do that?!
Iniru: I know that probably sounds very strange to your kind, but really it's standard and known by all of our kind. It's just our way of life.
Pix: but...but... iiwii is so cute and fluffy... I just...I don't...
Iniru: You think iiwii is fluffy? You should have seen CAYNRIL when he was younger. I swear, he was at least four times as fuzzy--
Caynril: HEY!! I told you not to talk about that EVER!! I'm the strong and smart one here, so I am in charge of you! You have to keep everything I told you not to say secret and NOT SAY IT.
Iniru: For the record, i am actually much more intelligent than you are, and you should probably just give up on the old "smart one strong one" thing.
Caynril: You DARE speak against me like that? Why I otta--
Razor: HEEEY I HEARD THE BLACK FLUFFY THINGS TALKING ABOUT DEATH AND KILLING WHATS THE HAPS
Third Panel
Razor: Wait, are you guyz talking about killing THIS little squirt? heh, don't worry, I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS FOR YA!!
Brianna: RAZOR?! NO WAY!! You crazy psycho, you can't kill iiwii! In fact, you really need to just STOP on this whole spontaneous-killing thing!
Razor: Neverrrrrrr!!! YOU CAN'T STOP--
Gregory: Razor, i'm not in the mood. Now put the sword down, or i'm going to put YOU down with the smacking stick.
Razor: GRRRrrrRRrrRrrRRRrrrr....
Fourth Panel
*swipes*
Pix: Wait, what about you, In... uh, Inai... uh...
Iniru: it's Iniru.
Pix: Right! Iniru. Can't you take care of iiwii? i mean, you seem like a sort of responsible person... could you?
Fifth Panel
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Sixth Panel
iniru: Maybe, it might have been possible, but alas, I have been critiqued by my peers that I would indeed make a bad caretaker of children, due to myself being told that i simply do not have enough sympathy or emotions to accommodate the needs of a Shadea child...
~memory~
Random person: ...GEEZE what's with your face, guy? It's WEIRD. Do you ever blink?!
Iniru: Yes, of course I do. I just happen to be blinking at the exact moment you are.
Random person: Whaaaaaaaat no way!! and what's with your voice, huh guy? I mean is your tone even wavering at ALL?! You some kind of robot or something?
Iniru: No. You're just not paying enough attention to my voice. Now would you mind sitting down, miss? You came here for therapy, didn't you? so far you've just been standing and yelling at me about how you think of me...
Random person: Are you even a therapist?! You don't seem like one, weirdo!
Iniru: Well, I'm not licensed, but I am just substituting for the actual one today while he couldn't be here. Now could you maybe--
Random person: Waaaaaaaait you're that Iniru guy! I remember you! You're always around that loser Caynril! Huh, that must make YOU a loser too!
Iniru: ...though i'd rather you not call me that, I'm not going to stop you. But honestly, do you want--
Random Person: Wait, so what would you do if I tried to punch you in the face? Come on, ANSWER ME!
Iniru: nothing. I suppose.
Random Person: GEEZE. You honestly don't care AT ALL. What's with you, wiseguy?! God, I bet you'd be a TERRIBLE parent. You wouldn't care WHAT the kids would do! You couldn't comfort them, you unsympathetic-weirdo-loser-monster-kinda-smart-and-cute-not-really-a-therapist-guy!!
Iniru: .....................................................
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hmmm, it says here on this paper that you came here because you had extensive problems with keeping friends... and just about every other kind of relationship. I think I see your problem.
Dramatic Iniru pose is Dramatic.
characters/story/art (c) me
First panel
Pix: Gone? GONE?! What do you mean by GONE?! As in away, or just DEAD?!
Caynril: EITHER, really. why else do you think I would set up a bunch of traps, for fun? NO! Well, I AM awesome at it, but I really just need to get rid of that little fuzzball iiwii.
Brianna: THAT'S TERRIBLE!! Why in the world would you be trying to do that to your, uh, Nephew iiwii!...I guess that's his name... but how could you, you cold-hearted creature! Why would anyone try to get rid of a little kid?!
Caynril: Sheesh, I don't know what YOUR problem is, you're acting as if this is some kind of bad thing.
Second Panel
Pix: It IS bad!! Why, there must be SOME kind of reason why you would do this. I mean, you're not just trying to kill him for fun, are you? That's horrible!
Iniru: Actually, there IS an explanation for this, just one that you probably wouldn't like. You see, among our kind, if a set of mates can't take care of their offspring, or sometimes just don't want that kind of responsibility, or maybe even don't want him/her at all, then the child is passed down in care of some other member of the family line. In this case, Caynril's older sister couldn't take care of iiwii, so inherently he was passed to the care of Caynril. Of course, Canny here can hardly take care of himself. I even have to go an check on him sometimes just to make sure he feeds himself. So Caynril can't care for iiwii either. In a case like this, where the next member of the family can't or doesn't want to care for the child either, then it is assumed that no one will ever want or be able to care for the child. So he/she is traditionally either set loose to survive on their own in the forest, or occasionally put to death. So basically Caynril has been bugging me for the past few weeks to help him get rid of the kid, so I finally agreed to help him.
Brianna: That's... that still...just plain cruel! You people actually do that?!
Iniru: I know that probably sounds very strange to your kind, but really it's standard and known by all of our kind. It's just our way of life.
Pix: but...but... iiwii is so cute and fluffy... I just...I don't...
Iniru: You think iiwii is fluffy? You should have seen CAYNRIL when he was younger. I swear, he was at least four times as fuzzy--
Caynril: HEY!! I told you not to talk about that EVER!! I'm the strong and smart one here, so I am in charge of you! You have to keep everything I told you not to say secret and NOT SAY IT.
Iniru: For the record, i am actually much more intelligent than you are, and you should probably just give up on the old "smart one strong one" thing.
Caynril: You DARE speak against me like that? Why I otta--
Razor: HEEEY I HEARD THE BLACK FLUFFY THINGS TALKING ABOUT DEATH AND KILLING WHATS THE HAPS
Third Panel
Razor: Wait, are you guyz talking about killing THIS little squirt? heh, don't worry, I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS FOR YA!!
Brianna: RAZOR?! NO WAY!! You crazy psycho, you can't kill iiwii! In fact, you really need to just STOP on this whole spontaneous-killing thing!
Razor: Neverrrrrrr!!! YOU CAN'T STOP--
Gregory: Razor, i'm not in the mood. Now put the sword down, or i'm going to put YOU down with the smacking stick.
Razor: GRRRrrrRRrrRrrRRRrrrr....
Fourth Panel
*swipes*
Pix: Wait, what about you, In... uh, Inai... uh...
Iniru: it's Iniru.
Pix: Right! Iniru. Can't you take care of iiwii? i mean, you seem like a sort of responsible person... could you?
Fifth Panel
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Sixth Panel
iniru: Maybe, it might have been possible, but alas, I have been critiqued by my peers that I would indeed make a bad caretaker of children, due to myself being told that i simply do not have enough sympathy or emotions to accommodate the needs of a Shadea child...
~memory~
Random person: ...GEEZE what's with your face, guy? It's WEIRD. Do you ever blink?!
Iniru: Yes, of course I do. I just happen to be blinking at the exact moment you are.
Random person: Whaaaaaaaat no way!! and what's with your voice, huh guy? I mean is your tone even wavering at ALL?! You some kind of robot or something?
Iniru: No. You're just not paying enough attention to my voice. Now would you mind sitting down, miss? You came here for therapy, didn't you? so far you've just been standing and yelling at me about how you think of me...
Random person: Are you even a therapist?! You don't seem like one, weirdo!
Iniru: Well, I'm not licensed, but I am just substituting for the actual one today while he couldn't be here. Now could you maybe--
Random person: Waaaaaaaait you're that Iniru guy! I remember you! You're always around that loser Caynril! Huh, that must make YOU a loser too!
Iniru: ...though i'd rather you not call me that, I'm not going to stop you. But honestly, do you want--
Random Person: Wait, so what would you do if I tried to punch you in the face? Come on, ANSWER ME!
Iniru: nothing. I suppose.
Random Person: GEEZE. You honestly don't care AT ALL. What's with you, wiseguy?! God, I bet you'd be a TERRIBLE parent. You wouldn't care WHAT the kids would do! You couldn't comfort them, you unsympathetic-weirdo-loser-monster-kinda-smart-and-cute-not-really-a-therapist-guy!!
Iniru: .....................................................
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hmmm, it says here on this paper that you came here because you had extensive problems with keeping friends... and just about every other kind of relationship. I think I see your problem.
Dramatic Iniru pose is Dramatic.
characters/story/art (c) me
-gasp- Is Iniru's face actually... showing emotion!? -looks closer- Oh. No. It's not. 
Poor Iniru! Nobody thinks he has emotions... Except for a few people. ._.' 
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