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You give yourself a few stealthy pinches as the girl stares at you like a dog watching their master leave for work–nope, you’re not dreaming… this might actually be <span class="mu-i">real</span>! It’s not the pinches that convince you, though: hidden behind her saucer-sized eyes you sense the faint outline of a girl realizing she’s about to push someone away…
This isn’t Tzah-Tzie placating you, you realize as a shiver runs down your spine, it’s the most honest she’s ever been.
You’d… never ask her to shut up, you begin in a measured tone as you try not to react to the Durher trembling like the last leaf on a tree limb, but if you’re gonna be traveling together you want to get to know the <span class="mu-i">real</span> Tzah-Tzie… not the made-up version.
The Spinner opens her mouth, but you cut her off! She can have her secrets, you add in a placating voice, and you’re not asking her to spill them all now, but can she at least try being a little more honest? Please?
The girl’s expression tells you she had some ammo loaded for another argument, but it dies in her throat as she hangs her head and nods.
“... Deal.” She replies with determination slowly creeping into her voice, “You’ve got a <span class="mu-i">deal</span>, Ant.”
Tzah-Tzie’s eyes once again rise to meet yours with renewed resolve, and as the tension fades away between you two you realize you’re smiling back at her! Sharing a goofy grin for what feels like an hour, TT breaks the ice with a cheeky giggle!
“Gotta say, Ant: choosing <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> when a gal offers you <span class="mu-i">anything</span>? You’re either a true gentleman or-” The girl nearly trips over her words as they die in her mouth! Or?
“... or a real <span class="mu-i">dork</span>!” She snickers, though you’re not convinced she meant it. “Phew! What a relief~”
Well if she’s taking additional requests, you add, crossing your arms with a furrowed brow, can she please try to stay outta trouble from now on?
Your request is answered with an exaggerated ‘<span class="mu-i">pssh</span>’! “I toldja already: people call me bad luck, remember?” A sly grin forms on her face as she peeks at you out of the side of her eye! “... and <span class="mu-i">you</span> said you were pretty unlucky too, if I recall correctly… what a pair we make, huh?”
Yea, about that… peeking out of the corner of your eye at the Casino Security, you send a worried glance over to TT. We still gotta deal with <span class="mu-i">them</span>.
“Well you <span class="mu-i">cooouuuulllllld</span> pay them, I s’poooooose~” Begins your ‘wife’ in a tone <span class="mu-i">dripping</span> with mischief.
Your neck hairs bristle. Oh no…
>CONTD.
