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Syb’s gone and your pals are probably arguing about something stupid–it’s <span class="mu-s">TIME.</span> Making sure to lock your door, you double down by retreating to the bathroom as well an<span class="mu-s">AAACK!</span>
Several needle-like claws dig into your leg as their owner greets you with a fearsome hiss! Peeling the raccoon off and chucking her onto your bed in one fluid movement, you give the woodland creature one final pointed glare as she settles onto one of your pillows with a sour look on her face. That’s right!
Flicking the light switch on, the first thing you notice are the countless shattered pieces of a <span class="mu-b">BATH BOMB JAR</span> strewn about the floor! Whirling around to face the culprit, you jab a finger at the beast as its glowing eyes watch from beneath your bed’s covers–she’s gonna <span class="mu-i">pay</span> for that!
“Huh.” Ly muses as you slowly shut the bathroom door, “Does dat’ look used to you?” Trepidation wells up inside your chest as you let your skeleton point your head towards your pride and joy: <span class="mu-b">THE WHIRLPOOL BATHTUB,</span> only to find it <span class="mu-s">SULLIED</span> and <span class="mu-s">DEFILED</span> by an <span class="mu-r">UNSIGHTLY RING!</span> You friggin’ <span class="mu-i">KNEW</span> that nerd was using your bath! You just <span class="mu-i">KNEW</span> it!
“Gee, too bad there ain’t any <span class="mu-i">janitors</span> around.” Ly remarks as you furiously scrub away at the mark with a loofa! <span class="mu-i">EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR, </span><span class="mu-s">BITCH!</span> And what’s he still doing here anyways?! You’re <span class="mu-s">CHANGING!</span>
“For da’ last dang time, I’ve seen-” Your skeleton begins before trailing off into a resigned sigh. “Ya’ know what? Fine. But don’t come crawlin’ ta’ me if ya’ can’t reach da’ zipper or somethin’...”
You <span class="mu-i">won’t</span>, now take a hike! Watching Ly’s grumbling <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL FORM</span> phase through the wall, you give it a few more seconds before retrieving the <span class="mu-b">HAULIE PAULIE BAG</span> from your pockets.
A few moments that need no narration later, you delicately place the <span class="mu-g">BUNNY EARS</span> on your head like the proverbial strawberry on the cake! Delicious! Taking a few moments to take it all in, you can’t help but give yourself a thumb’s up! Sure, it’s a bit tight in places and your thighs could use a little more work, but the last few days of casually flirting with Death seem to have done some good: you might not be as fit as Mitz or thin as Syb, but there’s definitely some improvement going on here! Is this the effect of <span class="mu-b">THE OUTFIT!?</span> Plus the leotard makes your rack look-well… you approve, is what you’re saying!
In fact, you think to yourself as you straighten out the cute little bowtie around your neck, this little ensemble might be <span class="mu-i">too</span> good. How the hell are you gonna get anything done if your dumb friends are drooling the whole time? Art might be able to lock it down, sure, but what about <span class="mu-i">Talbot?</span> Or <span class="mu-i">EDDIE!?</span>
>CONTD.
