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Akma turned around and happily pointed down a very thin alley through a bunch of sheds, leading Marshall even further into the fray as the crowds thinned out, presumably because everyone was at work. He tapped his way through the corrugated metal shacks and plywood barriers. "Yes.. Close now.." he mumbled. A couple, one tall skinny wolf looking type, and a shorter, but still skinny cat girl walked past them as they avoided eye contact and walked on ahead. They dissapeared into the labyrynthe of alleyways to destinations unknown as Akma attemped to get his bearings once more. "Now... let me see..." he said softly, before tapping a particularly interesting piece of sheet metal in a few places, causing a voice from inside the shack to tell him where he could stick the stick he was using. "Emm... Heh... This way!" he said, starting to fumble in the direction that the couple had dissapeared down.

"We take you to see my friend! He used to share with me on his breaks from the factory. He would let me have some of his food. In return, I would listen. To everything. And tell him what I heard. He was so nice, only wanting that in return!" Akma said happily as he tapped down the alley further. "We take you to him. I sure don't know what to do with you, but he will!" he said with a smile, which faded as he sniffed the air. "No..." He said grumpily as he took his glasses and put them back on. "Maybe eyeballs will help after all." He squinted, heading off down the direction. "He described the door to me, but forgot I couldn't see. Red! A red old door that is sturdy and strong." He said with a nod, slowly continuing down the alley. "Did you think it was like this human?" He said, chuckling as he waved his hands all around at the "grandiose" around them. "Its so nice!" he said, despite the smell of rotting garbage and stagnant puddles on the ground, no building codes or engineers ever setting foot in this shanytown.