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Opening your mouth to say something, you barely manage to catch yourself as you remember what Kiki said–sometimes you just gotta <span class="mu-i">listen!</span> Man, she’s smart! So listen you do… and though your date looks like she’s about to break down in a pile of tears and burgers, Stan holds firm as she composes herself with another swig from her drink!
“... and I can’t… I can’t help but think what’ll happen if I let my guard down…” She continues in a soft, very un-Stanlike tone! “And then I’ve got stupid <span class="mu-i">SYB</span> telling me I’m not as strong as I was! <span class="mu-s">BITCH!</span>”
Hiding behind another bite of funnel cake, you continue to refrain from speaking until Stan gives you a curious glance. “... you aren’t gonna blab to anyone about this, right?”
<span class="mu-s">NO,</span> you spit, this is <span class="mu-i">our</span> time, Stan!
Though off the record you <span class="mu-i">did</span> promise to share a few deets with the guys about how tonight goes… but this bit doesn’t really fit into that mold, does it?
Sensing that what you say is true, Stan abandons raising her prickly exterior as a weary look forms on her face. “... You know what the worst part is, Talbot? I, uh… I think… she… she might be <span class="mu-i">right</span>...”
Come <span class="mu-i">on</span>, you sputter in disbelief, there’s no way-
“I lost all of my powers, okay!?” She interrupts as she chomps down on a burger! “So now I’ve just got, what, a <span class="mu-g">LASER EYE?</span> A demon that can only come out in really specific moments? Yea, real handy!”
Finishing off the burger in a few angry bites, Stan looks at you as she thinks about what to say next. “It just <span class="mu-i">sucks</span>, y’know? It sucks knowing that if something wanted to kill me right now… it could probably do it.”
Glancing off into the night sky with a drawn-out sigh, Stan’s frustration quickly melts into disappointment. “... and now I’m ruining our big night… bet you’re havin’ the time of your life listening to me bitch…”
You didn’t come here to have <span class="mu-i">fun</span>, you exclaim halfway through a corn dog!
Stan’s disappointment morphs into confusion.
Well, you <span class="mu-i">did</span>, you stammer, b-but that’s not, like, the goal, alright? Taking a breath to steady yourself, you stare your date into her slightly-watery eyes with a serious expression! You came here, you continue, to be with <span class="mu-i">her</span>, okay? You wanna be there for her!
Biting her quivering lip, Stan squeaks a quiet response:
“I… I want you to be there too…”
Well, you say with a surprised laugh, wish, uh… wish <span class="mu-i">granted!</span>
Trading her sullen look for a soft giggle, Stan reaches across the table and entwines her small fingers with yours!
>CONTD.