Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

coq seemed like an easy enough name to remember-- even for jhala, who had trouble remembering the names of strangers. she nodded, and then cocked her head as he began to stare at his feet. her own eyes flitted gently to her feet again, since he seemed so bothered by it. she didn't truly mind the grime, but that certainly didn't apply to anything. it wasn't until he suggested that they 'get outta there'  that jhala let loose a loud snort.

"like I--" she shook her head, "where do you wanna go, dude?" she did a few more quick-steps-- the sound of the mud actually becoming kind of satisfying to her-- and eyed him curiously. she kind of hoped this wasn't leaning a certain way, but she didn't want to make assumptions-- maybe he had something actually super fun to do.