"Oh my god."

Smii7y mutters, looking up at the almost comically big building ahead of you three. He runs his hand over his face in exasperation, his propeller hat spinning rapidly in annoyance.

"Well, what do you expect?" Kryoz murmurs, grabbing Smii7y's propellers to stop them, mainly to avoid having people look over. Smii7y just looks over at him, and shoves his hands in his pockets. Kryoz let go of them, and looked around,

"Well, enough yapping, I guess." He mumbled nudging you, Smii7y then looked around, putting his two toned glasses on, and walking to the other side of you.

"Alright, let's get this bullshit done real quick, this place gives bad vibes, Where do ya think we should get in?" Smii7y asked, leaning on his knee's, looking at you.