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<span class="mu-r">ERROR: ‘SMOOTH MOVES’ NOT FOUND!</span>
Feeling your mind go limp like a handful of cold chow fun, your skin prickles and your heart starts beating faster than a drummer in a metal band as Talbot’s lips plant a similarly-timed kiss on your still-red cheek!
If you were capable of forming a sentence, you’d probably mumble something along the lines of ‘<span class="mu-i">y-you too…</span>’ right now, but in absence of any cognitive function you instead let out a stupefied ‘<span class="mu-i">nyeheheh</span>’ until the boy pulls away. It’s only a few, blissful seconds later that you realize you’re grinning like a schoolgirl–not, like, <span class="mu-i">you</span> as a schoolgirl, obviously, but… okay, you get the picture.
Ly lets loose an uncomfortable cough as Talbot turns away to hide a face nearly as red as yours! “S-super!” He mutters as you let out another dopey giggle, “And uh, don’t, like, act like this is a big deal or anything… I uh… I give <span class="mu-b">PROMISE KISSES</span> t-to girls all the time, alright?!”
You gurgle something between a giggle and a swoon in response.
“Da’ <span class="mu-i">HELL</span> are those lazy <span class="mu-b">NERVOUS SYSTEM</span> bastards doin’, anyways!?” Groans your skeleton as you, in a desperate bid to escape from the current situation, flop face down onto the nearest pillow. With your air supply somewhat cut off by your self-induced smothering, you slowly regain control over your body… but just barely!
That… that was some <span class="mu-b">PROMISE KISS!</span>
“Err… R-real talk, though…” Talbot mutters as you continue to impersonate roadkill, “L-let’s keep that between us, yea? D-don’t wanna make anyone jealous…”
O-of course not! Breaking free of your plush prison, you rise once more into a sitting position still breathing heavily! If your friends found out…
“Yea, they uh… they’d just get the wrong idea.” Talbot says, finishing your sentence for you. “It’s better this way!”
Totally. <span class="mu-i">TOTALLY.</span> Adjusting your shades on your still-red face, you work up the courage to look him in the face once more. So, uh, is he good?
“Yea…” He replies, the word trailing off into space. “I just… You think that Curt prick was right? About <span class="mu-r">TIM</span> just, y’know, <span class="mu-i">taking the wheel</span>?”
No, you snap as your remaining bashfulness is drained by the sound of Curt’s name! You cured him with that <span class="mu-b">MERMAID PEARL,</span> damn it! That means he’s safe!
“Y-yea…” Talbot nods, “I guess you’re right..”
You narrow your eyes at his pensive face. Does he need an ass-kicking right now to clear his mind?
“Hah! Don’t start what you can’t finish!” He smirks, slowly regaining that stupid confidence of his!
… not that you’re relieved, or anything!
>CONTD.
