>>5341061“Alright, sis, I’m <span class="mu-i">sorry</span>, okay?” Stripes continues as your three friends skid around the corner of a nearby shipping container ready for a scrap! “I just… we’re all really excited for dis shindig, is all.”
Yea, you can tell, you mutter, waving off Art’s questioning glance. So they’re good, then? No sudden attacks? No overpowering craving to kill humans?
“Nope… aaaaand nope!” Stripes replies in his perpetually-chipper tone! “Got da’ tunes all set up an’ more fun than ya’ can shake a stick at! All da’ guys pitched in settin’ up–place looks like a boneafide fairground right now!”
“Hate to interrupt the chat,” Sybil says, deftly interrupting the chat, “But why exactly are we running off to an ice cream truck?”
It’s a long story.
“They got any ice cream sandwiches in there?” Gus asks as he raises a bushy eyebrow at the abandoned vehicle. Responding with a shrug, you continue your conversation with Stripes as Gus begins rummaging around in the back of the truck. So, you huff, did he really just call to see when you’re coming?
“... well <span class="mu-i">yea</span>...” The skeleton mutters sheepishly. “I know it sounds stupid, but dis’ thing means a lot to us guys… an’ if what you said is true, it won’t be long before it all, well, <span class="mu-i">ends</span>, dig?”
Yep, you nod, idly drumming your fingers on the radio. You dig.
“Well look, we’re gonna be goin’ for da’ rest of the night!” Stripes continues with renewed enthusiasm in his voice! “An’ if <span class="mu-i">I’M</span> not enough of a reason for ya’, you’ve got a couple other cats who wanted ta’ see you too.”
Yea? You ask, raising an eyebrow. Who?
“Well…” Replies the voice in the radio…
>CONTD. 