>>5371193You’re-well, the <span class="mu-i">past</span> you is clutching something in her arms. Something that doesn’t resemble any animal bone you’ve ever seen before! As the realization slowly dawns on you, Sonny gives your shoulder a playful shake as they nod excitedly!
“You wouldn’t <span class="mu-i">BELIEVE</span> how many shifts it took… one per bone, if you can believe it–had to be hush-hush!”
The color drains from your face as your boss rewinds the video and plays it for you again. N-no…
“Y-<span class="mu-i">yes</span>.” They nod. “Hey, don’t be glum, chum! If my eye doesn’t deceive me, you look like you just scored yourself some <span class="mu-s">OVERTIME!</span> Up top!”
Raising their hand for you to slap, Sonny stifles a grin when, naturally, you fail to reciprocate. “D’aww, don’t be mad–did you really think I’d put someone on the graveyard shift all alone when they suffered from a medical issue? Don’t worry–I had one of my <span class="mu-i">best</span> employees monitoring you… every. Single. Shift.” They blink. “Well, not <span class="mu-i">every</span> shift–we’d switch off now and then. Only fair!”
This… this employee, you stammer, head still reeling from the footage being looped on the screen, that’s their <span class="mu-i">Honeybuns</span>’, isn’t it?
“<span class="mu-s">WHAT?! WHO TOLD YOU?! WHO TALKED!?</span>” Roars Sonny as they shove your gurney over onto the floor in a sudden fit of rage! “<span class="mu-s">WHY, IF I FIND OUT WHO SQUEALED I’LL SKIN THEI-</span>oh, you were eavesdropping, weren’t you? Naughty naughty!”
Wagging their gnarled finger with a few disapproving clicks of their tongue, the boss squats down to your level. “Yes, Stanley, the rumors and tabloids are true… I tried to keep it a secret, but, well, I can’t stay quiet anymore!” Standing up with their arms spread towards the heavens, the boss proclaims their secret to the whole room! “I… I’m in <span class="mu-i">love</span>, Stanley! Well, <span class="mu-i">been</span> in love.” Giving you an apologetic look, Sunny shrugs. “Sorry, Stanley, I didn’t mean to lead you on, but-”
Who the hell are they, you interrupt!
“Hmmm… sorry, Stanley, but I’m not the kind of person to kiss and <span class="mu-i">tell</span>... though if it’s <span class="mu-i">you</span> asking I’d be more than happy to kiss… and do a few <span class="mu-i">other</span> things instead…”
Lifting your gurney back up with one hand, Sonny lets out a brief sigh. “Now I know what you’re thinking, my pet, but don’t worry–he knows how I feel about you… and he’s fine with it. <span class="mu-i">All</span> of it, baby.” Sonny concludes with a wry grin.
So that’s how it is, you mutter to yourself as you feel jigsaw pieces fitting into the holes in your head, they’re just doing what this ‘Honeybuns’ wants, huh? Lame!
“Jealousy <span class="mu-i">really</span> doesn’t suit you, Stan. "Huffs Sunny as they lean against a nearby wall. “And I suppose you’ve earned an explanation or two…”
>CONTD. 