>>5420036After everything that’s happened, you could probably crash on this couch forever… and just when you’re almost inclined to rest your head on Mitzi’s shoulder, you remember why you’re here in the first place… and suddenly the drink feels much colder in your hand than before!
So-
“<span class="mu-i">SO</span>,” Mitzi begins, soundly beating you to the punch, “How’s it feel?”
You blink in confusion. What, being, like, <span class="mu-i">alive</span>?
“Yea!” Mitzi replies as she gives your shoulder a playful nudge! “Feels like I only just started relaxin’ again a day or so ago…”
Wait, you snicker, is she saying she <span class="mu-i">wasn’t</span> relaxing that whole time?
“Nah, that was ‘<span class="mu-i">Tense Mitzi</span>’.” She explains in a matter-of-fact tone! “This… this is <span class="mu-i">Chill Mitzi.</span>”
Ending her explanation by practically <span class="mu-i">melting</span> into the couch, the girl shoots you a sly look out of the corner of her eye. “See the difference?”
Yea, you giggle, bet that helped her out with the cops, didn’t it?
“Maaaan, fuck that…” She frowns as she drowns her disdain in another sip of soda, “Talk about gratitude, right? Spend a whole week saving the town and our reward is <span class="mu-i">jail time</span>. Didn’t even get any numbers, either…”
Sitting up, the security goon looks at you appraisingly. “Kinda weird how we just… got out, right?”
You respond with a shrug. You just assumed they let you go.
“Yea?” Mitzi snorts, “Why?”
Because, you reply with a twinkle in your eye, you’re too <span class="mu-i">DANGEROUS</span> to contain!
“Hmmm, you might be onta’ something there…” Snickers Mitzi as she gently knocks the side of her head into yours, “Hey, real talk, Parble? That was… that was really cool what you pulled back there… with the skeletons and all.”
Yea, you remark, it <span class="mu-i">WAS</span>, wasn’t it? Erm, you sputter, thanks, by the way… she did good too…
“Damn right, I did.” She smirks before a realization flashes across her face! “Oh crap, I totally forgot!”
Taking another sip from your soda, you shoot her a confused glance. Forgot <span class="mu-i">what</span>?
“I was gonna show you something!” She announces as she hops to her feet! “C’mon, you can handle a small walk, right?”
You frown. How small a walk?
“... more than a few steps?”
Goddamn it.
>I GOTTA TELL YOU SOMETHING FIRST!>CAN’T WE CHAT A LITTLE MORE?>WHAT IS IT?>NAH, LEAD THE WAY!>WRITE-IN! 