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There’s seems to be plenty of time to kill before the concert starts, you don’t wanna admit it out loud but —
“You’re curious about those two with those terrible fake mustaches?” Emily somehow manages to read your mind.
“Huh? Me? <span class="mu-i">Nah...</span>” You deny these wild accusations. They’re not that bad!
“I can see it in the way your eyes are clinging to them.” Emily is not blind. “It’s just a little different than the way I catch you staring at me, it’s a different kind of longing.”
“Am I that obvious…?” You don’t know how to feel about this.
“Partially. I had to make you admit the intent behind your stare to know for sure.” Emily giggles as for the first time in her life, she feels wanted.
“Hey, don’t get too cheeky, I’ve caught you staring too.” You tease back.
“I… <span class="mu-i">what?</span>” Emily turns to a flaming shade of red! She didn’t notice.
“You don’t mind us talking with them, right?” You don’t want to ruin this date.
“If it doesn’t go out of control, I don’t see a problem.” Emily wants this evening to be great no matter what.
“Cool, I’ll make this seamless.” You adjust your glasses and drag Emily alongside by her hand.
You approach the mysterious mustache duo, they exhibit strong Markgical energy for obvious reasons, they seem to be too focused in their squabbles to bother noticing your presence.
“Are you sure this is going to work? Wouldn’t this Carol be upset if we do this?” Mysterious Mustached Deadbeat Receptionist (MMDR for short) sounding girl asks her far more elegant counterpart.
“It’s her underwear, she always raved out wanting it back! And we’re here to deliver! She has to hear us out! ‘Sides, once part of the team, always part of the team.” The Mysterious Mustached Markgician-like Guy retorts. You like this guy’s attitude.
“We could get a fortune out of it if we sell it to one of those freaks.” The MMDR Sounding Girl looks around to the queue. “Do you think she’d sell them for charity?”
“Sell them? Are you out of your mind? That’s repulsive.” Mustached Non-Markgician guy looks disgusted. “No wonder you were kicked out of the cult.”
“For the last time, I wasn’t kicked out! I had to take care of the family business. Yeah, Bernie got upset and all ‘cause I left without warning, but I have priorities.” This dumb gal with a mustache has values.
“Oh yeah! How did it go?” The Not-Markgician wonders.
“I bankrupted it!” The Mustached gal smiles under her disguise.
“Oh! You wanted to sell the assets on the cheap to another one of your businesses?” The Not-Markgician gets the strategy.
“I could do what…?” The Mustached girl is confused. “Who cares, anyway? With my name on the news, I couldn’t keep running it anyway.”
“Indeed, we have to clean our names! We need to find out how exactly Carol managed to get away from the charges scot-free!” The Not-Markgician nods.
