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Speaking of <span class="mu-i">questions</span>, you venture, giving Cal and Teddy’s prone forms an encouraging thumb’s up, how about he answers one of <span class="mu-i">yours</span>, huh?
“<span class="mu-s">Perhaps I haven’t made myself cle-</span>”
No<span class="mu-i">NO</span>no, you interrupt, you answered, like, <span class="mu-i">five</span> of his already–you deserve one in return… at <span class="mu-i">LEAST!</span> Like, you continue, stumbling towards a statement before the voice can get a word in, when did, like, he first find you so, y’know, <span class="mu-i">enemaing</span>?
It takes a moment for you to get a response. “<span class="mu-s">...What?</span>”
Christ, do you have to repeat yourself for <span class="mu-i">this</span> wise guy too!? You’re asking when he first took an interest in you, duh! Why not pull this crap on <span class="mu-r">BORIS</span> or something? Granted he’s not as cute as you are–<span class="mu-i">far</span> from it–but he’s kinda an <span class="mu-b">EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR</span> too, so-
“<span class="mu-s">I don’t need him for my magnum opus, Stanley–I need YOU. I don’t expect you to understand, nor is it required. Not at this moment, anyways. Now if you please-</span>”
Oh boy, you sigh, you get it now.
“Get what?” Ly asks in a cautious tone. “Stan, let’s not mess wit’ da’ guy who’s holdin’ our friend hostage, please…”
But Ly, you hiss under your breath, this right here? This is classic <span class="mu-r">ART BITCH</span> behavior right here–dude can’t shut up about ‘<span class="mu-i">muh project</span>’, but acts like you can’t understand it or whatever! <span class="mu-i">TYPICAL!</span>
“... Still doesn’t change da’ fact dat’ we’re sayin’ dis’ out <span class="mu-i">loud</span>.” Your bones retort. “So uh… can it, will ya?”
No, you huff, you <span class="mu-i">won’t</span>, not when you’ve found your in! Let me handle this, Ly! Cracking your neck, you cross your arms before directly addressing the speaker in the corner. Listen, man, you just want to get a better feel for his art, alright? Would he mind explaining it a bit?
A pause. “<span class="mu-s">... I… no one’s ever asked me to explain it before…</span>”
<span class="mu-i">JACKPOT.</span>
“<span class="mu-s">Very well,</span>” The voice continues after a moment of thought, “<span class="mu-s">I suppose I can answer ONE question, but after that-</span>”
Third question, yep! So c’mon, man, you continue, voice dripping with faux-interest, tell me about your aaaart!
Works <span class="mu-i">every</span> time…
“<span class="mu-s">We met only a few days ago, not that it was face-to-face.</span>” The voice explains with renewed pep. “<span class="mu-s">In truth, I was all but content to rot away in my self-fashioned tomb until you arrived–reviving my artistic inspiration like a muse of old!</span>”
Yea, you shrug as you check on the survivors behind you, you tend to have that effect on people. Still, you continue, that meeting’s not really ringing a bell…
>CONTD.
