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Mandarin had never intended to return to the nook. He held no fondness for the place, and simply wished to stay away from it for the rest of his life. However, he slowly came to realize that all of his friends still lived there, which posed an obvious problem. Thus his resolve to never set foot in the orphanage again was quickly broken, and sometime during his days at magic class, the gro decided to go visit those he had left behind. In particular he was searching for Ocarina, his best friend, who had not seen him since he grew up.

As things work out, Mandarin never made it far enough to even really begin his search. Not a few minutes after entering the Nook, he was brought to a dead stop by a screech for help. The sound made his blood run cold, it was so desperate and full of fear. Normally the orange gro wasn't one to meddle, but this genuinely sounded like someone was in trouble. With a small hesitation, Mandarin moved towards the sound, his pace quickly speeding up as the cries grew louder. He could never have expected the scene he walked into.

It was instantly obvious who was clinging to the back of the pink quad. She may have grown up, but her markings were still similar, and that wild look in her eyes gave Bean away. He hardly took note of the small green wyngling who had been sobbing out the call, unable to quickly put together what had happened, and honestly uninterested for the moment. His expression, which had momentarily been worried, grew stony and blank. Something had gone wrong inside Bean, and here she was, ripping this other gro to shreds.

Without much more though, Mandarin lunged into the room, thrusting out his arms and flinging himself into Bean. There was a short resistance as her claws were dislodged from the gro she had been on, most likely doing quite a bit of extra damage as they pulled along his skin. Mandarin's claws dug into Bean's side as the two came crashing to the ground.
"You!!!" Bean snarled, recognition sweeping across her face. "Ya flickin' bastard!"

Mandarin flat out ignored these words, focusing instead on digging his claws in as deep as possible. Perhaps the pink quad hadn't been able to fend off this raging, tan gro, but Mandarin had grown up fighting her. Not to mention the fact that he had not been idle all these weeks, every inch of him was covered in smooth muscle, his limbs flexing powerfully with every movement. Unlike his opponent, he had honed his fighting skills and was far more tactical than her. He did lack her ferocity though, and the two struggled on the floor for a few seconds.

Eventually, Mandarin managed to jab his hand against her throat, temporarily gauging her. With that instant, he grabbed one of her arms and swung around to be above her. Bean's raptor-like claws dug into his belly and thighs, but he remained firmly above her, unwilling to allow her back up. Pressing as much weight as possible down on her neck, he leaned down, quite close to her face. After a breath, the orange gro opened his mouth and spoke.
"Bean, stop." His voice came out weak and soft, as it always did, but unlike most times he spoke, he felt no nausea or fear. These were not idle words, but ones with power and intent behind them. He had no hesitation about speaking, because this was a time that truly justified words.

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Aha, if I was you Mandarin, I wouldn't leave my face so close to those teeth.
Meanwhile, Kukka is actually being a decent gro and taking care of the traumatized Fern.unlike a certain orange guy that entirely ignored the kid.

Kukka belongs to Galaxywolves
Bean and Fern belong to SketchyDemon 
Mandarin is mine

Thanks for letting me join in!

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