>>5361348After an inordinate amount of time later, you find yourself face-down in a pile of spilled-over cereal, drool-covered blankets, and beaten-up pillows on the floor.
“Oh good, yer’ alive.” Ly observes as you shake off the faint buzzing in your head. Wha… what <span class="mu-i">happened?</span> How long were we out?
“It’s mornin’, kid.” Ly explains in a solemn voice that sends your hair standing on end! W-<span class="mu-i">WHAT?!</span>
“Nah, just messin’ witcha.” He replies with a chuckle. “Ya’ got <span class="mu-i">real</span> hyper an’ smacked yer’ head against da’ ceilin’.” Glancing up above the bed, you find yourself staring at a head-shaped divot poking upwards through the ceiling. At least you didn’t bust through it!
“Looks like yer’ fine, but dat’ might hurt da’ resale value, huh?”
Before you can respond, your train of thought is derailed by a series of heavy knocks on your door! Gathering a handful of blankets to hide behind, you stare wide-eyed through the open bedroom door towards the front entrance! Wh-who could <span class="mu-i">that</span> be?!
“Stan, open the hell up!” Grumbles a familiar irritated voice! “I’m carrying a bunch of shit here!”
Oh, it’s just <span class="mu-i">Talbot</span>, you remark with a sigh of mild relief. Wiping the singular bead of nervous sweat off of your brow, you take a moment to adjust your <span class="mu-b">WOLF CUT HAIR</span> before heading towards the door. Wait, you mutter, prompting your visitor to mash on the door with increasing anger, how do I look, guys?
“<span class="mu-r">Not gonna lie, sis: you look CUTE!</span>” Replies Nats like the wonderful, smart, and beautiful creature she is!
“Why the hell do you care anyways? Let the poor bastard in, Stan.”
Thanks, Ly. Brushing him off, you fiddle with the door locks for a minute before pushing the door open!
“Watch it, <span class="mu-i">DICK!</span>” Grunts Talbot as he barely avoids getting his face mashed by the door! “Took your damn time, Stan!”
Uh-huh, you mutter, focusing instead on the cardboard tray balanced precariously in his hands carrying two steaming-hot burgers and fries! Whatja get me?
“It’s a burger, <span class="mu-i">duh</span>.” Retorts your fellow janitor as he tries and fails to squeeze around you into the trailer. “You mind movin’? I’ve already dropped this crap, like, three times now!”
Making yourself scarce, you watch as Talbot steps into the mobile home and lets out a low whistle. “Jeez, you hit the motherlode, huh?”
Yea, you shrug as you watch him deposit the trays <span class="mu-i">and</span> a six-pack of beer onto the counter, Jealous?
“Eeh, it’s <span class="mu-i">alright</span> I guess.” He shrugs, cracking open a beer and tossing it over to you. “Mine’s got a go-kart track outside, so… eh.”
Wait, you mutter with wide-eyes, <span class="mu-i">really?!</span>
“Nah.” Smirks the janitor as he fetches a beer of his own, “That’d be pretty neat though, huh?”
Yes, you reply with a solemn nod, yes it would…
>CONTD. 