"Kidding, just kidding Agent Moore. You are not transferred to your former squad." The director said while bobbing head in enjoyment. "BUT SIR! THE SPIDER HORROR EMOTIONAL NUKE!" Moore said while her hand was in air tense and eyes wide open. "...well you are acting the emotional nuke right now. However, you don't know context yet and let me explain it simple as possible you organics" the Director chipper
"My focus is not Amaru rather Agent Tyson. He made a deal like a faith user. That is a big no no as you know gods or goddesses can't be predicted and have great power." The Director voice much more formal but relaxed
"Tyson? By the books guy. Made a deal?! WHY?!" Moore said while her voice conflicted and sharp.
"Don't know, ha! That's your job now. Well bye now." The director swiveled its chair and turned it back now.
Far away from a different section of The KPH Facility, Amaru and Tyson walk down the hall yet whisper on Amaru however she just walks while she hands her head while bobbing her head.
"Amaru?" Tyson asked."Sup? Need something?" She responded calmly.
Tyson looked around his surroundings and the whispers they walked by from other agents and associates were eyes on them."They are talking about us, yet you're okay about it? You'll be grinning and laughing out loud, yet you are controlled?" Tyson voice crack a bit
PFFT "I don't care what they think anymore. If they praise me, or scream bloody horror. It means nothing now." Amaru said in a sharp and clear tone and continued walking down.
Tyson's eyes narrowed and tilted his head a bit. He opened his mouth but just closed it before speaking and caught up to Amaru's side.
Soon later, they were in a ship, drifting deep space after they met and left orbit from the planet. The Ship was filled Clair De Lune piano soft notes from the speakers.
Moore looks at Amaru, then she looks up back at her and Moore immediately turns away from her gaze.
Cough….
….Sniff
"Good music…" Tyson said however no one answered or just a "hmm" yet the piano plays in the great drift in void of space. "How about you two want hear a joke, don't you want to pass the time without awkward silence?" Tyson said.
Moore just started being indifferent about it. "SURE! a joke that becomes awkward again. I am all hears Mr.comdien~" Amaru said gleefully.
"Okay, why did the chicken cross the road?" Tyson smiled but Amaru's face immediately flapped like got hit by a frying pan. "Argh, why did the chicken cross the road Tyson?" Her tone was unimpressed by the simple joke of a kindergartener.
"TO CROSS THE OTHER SIDE!" Tyson gave a heavy laughter, Moore titled her head and Amaru just glared by it. "I bet you got that from the funnies of 18th century AD while slice bread was the hottest thing like pornomag." Her voice being a university professor lecturing about business law of Uniform Commercial Code (UCC) Article 3.
"How about this, why did the chicken cross the road?" Amaru said, a mischievous spark lighting her eyes.
Tyson and Moore exchanged a look, brows raised. They braced themselves, a Horror version of the joke couldn't end well.