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Blake, although amused by Nyx's frustration with her Drifblim, could understand it. He even felt sort of bad for her, imagining what it would be like to put up with this freaky balloon all the time. At least Goliath was only useless, instead of going out and causing trouble like Newton seemingly did...

However, any sympathy the Grunt was beginning to feel for his superior was replaced with annoyance at the thought of cleaning this mess up, though he didn't dare show it. Putting his cap back on, Blake was about to give an obedient yes ma'am, though paused when he spotted Newton harassing his Aron.

Goliath flailed his nubby front legs at the Drifblim, squealing in protest. Blake immediately felt a pang of defensiveness, not because he cared, but because he was the only one who could do that! "Hey!" he moved to separate the two, when the thought occurred to him.

"...Your Newton is pretty enthusiastic about paper mache. Why not let him finish the mask we were working on?" Blake grinned at Nyx, though he was loath to admit they were actually working on something together. "In fact, you wanna help out?" And he certainly didn't want someone else getting in the way, but figured it would look a little better if someone walked in to see an Agent partaking in arts and crafts time, too. At least now he was sort of getting permission to goof off?