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She’s probably already guessed, you begin, leaning against the sink as the hot water slowly does its job, but you’ve been in a scrap or two in the past.
“I figured.” Blinks Pepper as she raises an eyebrow at your shoulder. Following her gaze, you find a fragment of Rodney’s stupid sunglasses still embedded in your <span class="mu-s">TRENDY TRACKSUIT</span>. Ah. So <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> what was itching you.
“Any juicy fights you wanna share?” The girl asks as she brushes your shoulder off for you. Not really.
“Aw, c’mooooon!” She pleads as she gives your arm a shake! “You can’t just drop a hint like that and leave it dangling, slick! That’s not fair!”
Neither is redirecting a question back at the asker, you grunt, but here we are!
“You’re no fun…”
She’s right, you <span class="mu-i">aren’t</span>. Turning your attention from the girl’s haughty expression to the mirror, your eyes widen at the letters slowly forming on its surface! This…
You glance down at Pepper to find her with her arms crossed and mouth pursed shut. Just <span class="mu-i">great</span>... Ignoring her for now, you mouth the letters out as they appear:
‘<span class="mu-s">F…. U…. K……</span>’
You guess the last one long before it appears. Well <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> just neighborly. They even drew a frowning dick as the icing on the cake-marvelous.
Turning off the faucet, you prepare to do the ‘<span class="mu-i">GREEN CHOICES AND A WRITE-IN</span>’ thing again until you notice your partner’s still acting mad. Look, you groan as you rub your temples in growing frustration, this fight I got arrested for, it’s…
A heavy breath escapes your lips as you try to find the best way to phrase things.
… it’s like your <span class="mu-s">WATER</span> thing, okay? You’d just rather not talk about it.
Her expression softens a bit. “... That bad, huh?”
You shrug. Probably not, you reply, but you’ve got bigger fish to fry right now, right?
“Yea…” Pepper nods as she looks up at you with contrite eyes. “Sorry, sandcrab-I didn’t mea-”
It’s cool, you smirk, but now she’s gotta give you a hint about why <span class="mu-i">she</span>’s visited an interrogation room! The reporter bites her lip in a mixture of thought and embarrassment.
“I uh…” she stammers as she rubs the back of her head, “Miiiight have blackmailed the wrong sweets company…”
Oh <span class="mu-i">jeez</span>...
Where to next?
>LET’S HEAD TO THE ELEVATOR!
>ONWARD TO THE GUEST ROOMS!
>THE LOBBY OUGHTA’ HAVE SOME STAIRS TO THE SECOND FLOOR…
>YOU WANNA CHECK OUT THE KITCHEN?
>THE LIVING ROOM SOUNDS COOL RIGHT ABOUT NOW!
>LET’S HEAD BACK OUTSIDE!
>WRITE-IN!
