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Sure, you reply from the safe confines of your <span class="mu-g">OFFICIAL STANLEY PARBLE WINTER GEAR OUTFIT,</span> but still–your sweat is getting cold! How… how does he <span class="mu-i">LIVE</span> like this?!
“Very well if you know what you’re doing!” He says with a smile! “You’ll get used to it–just gotta visit a few more times.”
“CHOO CHOO! REFILL TRAIN, BITCHES!”
Trotting over with pep in her step and carrying a kettle of <span class="mu-g">HOT COCOA,</span> Mitzi looks like she was born for this god forsaken hellhole: while you went full survival mode, Mitzi approaches wearing nothing more than a pair of denim cutoffs, long stockings, and a cozy-looking red flannel shirt!
As the tomboy immediately tops off you and Sue, a familiar <span class="mu-r">ART BI-</span>well, <span class="mu-g">ARTIST</span> carefully follows with an apologetic look on her face and a swollen stomach!
“You good, babe? You take a seat next to Stan, okay?”
Offering his seat to Heather within seconds of her arrival, your brother’s kind gesture is thwarted when she gently pushes him back into the chair!
“I’m <span class="mu-i">fine</span>, Sue, really!” She protests as she reaches for the kettle in Mitzi’s hand, “And for the last time–you’re our <span class="mu-i">GUESTS</span>, not the <span class="mu-i">WAITING STAFF!</span>”
“Yea, well,” Mitzi replies as she shoots you a mischievous wink, “Stan and I don’t make a habit of collecting moss, y’know?”
“I <span class="mu-i">DO</span> know!” Laughs Heather as she snatches the kettle out of Mitzi’s hand in a moment of weakness, “And I don’t care! You don’t argue with a pregnant lady–it’s a rule!”
Glancing between her now-empty hand and the smug artist next to her, Mitzi lets out a low whistle as she retreats to your side! “Dang, Sue, you know how to pick ‘em!”
“Don’t I know it…” He chuckles as he sits up to give Heather a tender kiss!
“Just wait until this one comes out!” Smiles Heather as she gently rubs her stomach! “I’ll be meaner than a mama bear!”
“Not much of a change, really.” Sue mutters under his breath. Getting a flick on his forehead for his troubles, Heather takes a spot behind his seat and embraces his head between her arms.
“Thanks again for taking the time to come out, Stanley…” Heather adds for what must be the fourth time this whole trip, “I know it isn’t exactly a… <span class="mu-i">typical</span> reunion…”
It’s fine, you blurt in an apologetic tone, you’re having a great time, really!
“Yep, you shoulda’ heard her on the plane!” Remarks Mitzi as she instinctively dodges your attempt to nudge her in her stomach! “She nearly had a panic attack over what to wear–kept muttering about how everything had to ‘<span class="mu-i">be perfect</span>’!”
Playfully flicking the pom pom on your toque, Mitzi shoots you a playful smirk. “Just kiddiiing~!”
>CONTD.
