>>5192841Talbot’s gaze shifts from you to the two other ladies. “Well-”
“If Stan needs to talk to you, you’d better go now, dude.” Mitzi interrupts as she crosses her arms.
“Come on,” he shrugs, “Stan can wait until-”
“We’re not changing until you go.” Syb says in a stern voice.
“B-but what’s the point then-”
Before he can finish, you wrap your arm around his and yank the janitor towards the door you entered from! No buts, you snarl as <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> bites him for good measure, he’s not getting out of it this time!
“N-<span class="mu-i">NOOOO!</span>” He howls, fruitlessly clawing at the pool goers! “<span class="mu-s">NOOOOOOOOOO!</span>”
“Have fun, you two.” Art chuckles as the remaining three watch with smug grins. Kicking and screaming all the way to the master bedroom, Talbot only relaxes when you release your hold on him to close the door behind you!
“Seriously?” He grumbles as he takes a seat on the bed, “you couldn’t wait a <span class="mu-i">little</span> longer to whisk me away to the bedroom?”
No, you reply with a furrowed brow, you <span class="mu-i">couldn’t</span>! He’s been dodging you for long enough!
“Ugh,” he groans, begrudgingly reaching for his belt, “just put the friggin’ trash panda away first, will ya?”
You feel your cheeks go red hot as you chuck a pillow at your coworker! C-cut it out, idiot! You didn’t drag him in here for <span class="mu-i">THAT!</span>!
“Wait, really?” He asks with a hint of disappointment in his voice, “then why <span class="mu-i">did</span> you?”
Is he dumb or <span class="mu-i">what?</span> Tossing another pillow at his face, you give Talbot a gentle reminder: he was gonna tell you about his memories, remember?!
The Evening Sanitation Coordinator looks at you as if you just grew elephant ears. “... wha?”
This sonnovabitch… rolling up your jumpsuit sleeves even further, you hiss out a more pointed explanation: the shooting contest at the saloon, you goof! You won it–he promised to spill the beans on what he remembers!
“Remembers?” He repeats with visible confusion on his face, “What, like from before?”
<span class="mu-s">YES,</span> you howl, sending <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> leaping from your shoulder and skittering into the bathroom! And he’d better not even <span class="mu-i">think</span> of lying, or you’ll <span class="mu-s">clock</span> him! Shrinking away from your fist, Talbot’s face lights up in sudden realization!
“Oh <span class="mu-i">SHIT,</span> you’re right! I totally forgot!” He gushes in a tone that nearly sounds apologetic! “Man, I’ve been tripping lately, huh?”
He can say that again! Now focus, you growl, impatience growing in your voice, because you’ve got a few questions for him!
“... like what?”
Well, you reply, voice trailing off in thought, you uh… hold on a sec…
>WHAT’S HIS DEAL, ANYWAYS? WHY IS HE SUCH A JERK ALL THE TIME?>WHAT DOES HE REMEMBER FROM BEFORE HE BECAME A MURDER SKELETON?>WHAT CAN HE TELL YOU ABOUT WORKING FOR TIM?>HE REALLY HATES DENISE, DOESN’T HE?>WRITE-IN! 