>>5564369=Dep: “Okay, but nobody asked…”=
=Def: “ … Wait, whatthefuck?!”=
- Jolting in your skin, you sharply pivot towards the entrance, bringing you almost noise-to-noise with unfortunate visage of the nerdy guy, an experience which causes you to startle for a second time in as many seconds -
-His skin is thoroughly pocked with blackheads and other blemishes, sweat beads densely at his temples and runs in thin rivulets down to his poorly trimmed facial hair-
=Sub: “Territorial bubble violated! Back up, back up!”
=Def: “I am deeply ashamed. How did this chubby marshmallow homunculi managed to sneak up on us? We must be losing our edge.”=
=Sha: “No, *you* must be losing your edge. Don’t drag the rest us of down wi-”=
=Sub: “BACK UP NOW OR I’M DECKING THIS MAN IN THE JAW!”=
-You take an involuntary step backwards, if Stanford notices he doesn’t react-
Yasmine: “What. Anise, who is that?”
Stanford: “Uh… I’m-m St-ta-“
Yasmine: “Yeah, I got that. I mean, what are you doing here?”
-The man visibly gulps-
Stanford: “Um well, I saw th-that animal u-uh that thing att-ac-attack you and tried to help buc-bu-but coul-ddn’t really do- uh-um, so I thought t-that I’d follow and s-see if you g-g-guys nee-eded-e-”
Yasmine: “Okay stop, I’ve just realized that I don’t actually care.”
Stanford: “S-so, you’ll let me stay?”
Yasmine: “Again, I don’t care. It’s a free country.”
-With enduring caution, Yasmine lays her head on the cheap crumb-speckled tablecloth laid out before her-
-Unsure what to do with himself, Stanford shuffles over to a set of tables a respectable distance away and proceeds to radiate awkwardness-
(Gain Association, Yasmine: 0)
(Gain Association, Stanford: 0)
-With a quiet sigh, you glance around the dining space estimating where the freezer for such an establishment might be located, assuming one exists at all-
-As your gaze idly sweeps over a section of the ceiling in the far left corner of the room, you zero in on a peculiarity-
-A small square of the pre-fab plaster ceiling just moved, rapidly rotating in place like a segment of a puzzlebox impossibly shuffling itself into a novel new state of being-
-You note that sections the ceiling are patently incongruous with the rest of the store’s décor, blotted chunks of gormlessly disparate materials and segments of geometry that jut from or sink into the roof without rhyme or reason-
This chaotic aesthetic seems to be propagating randomly across the ceiling, silently asserting itself across the kitschy modern architecture like some kind of gruesome necrotic virus-
=Def: "Oh, what fun. More panic-attacks waiting to happen. Good thing too, my heart-rate almost dipped below 180 bpm for a second there." =
