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Yea, you know what? You’re… you’re <span class="mu-i">not</span> enjoying the time. This salad sucks, okay? Crawling along the booth and exiting the table, you stand awkwardly in the middle of the server’s main thoroughfare for a few moments before Art leans in with the assist!
“Bathroom’s down there,” he mutters as he points down the hall right in front of you. Oh, neat!
Leaving your friends to their fine dining, you pause mid-trot as an idea pops into your head: hey Syb, you begin as you backtrack and lean in close, couldn’t that one professor at the university help? He’s pretty trustworthy! And smart, probably!
“Yes, I’ve been thinking of reaching out to him.” Sybil nods after scanning the restaurant for eavesdroppers. “That said, I don’t want to rope just <span class="mu-i">anyone</span> into our… well, <span class="mu-b">HAT</span> situation. There’s no telling what will happen if we bring someone else into the fold.”
Well you’ve gotta reach out to <span class="mu-i">some</span>one, you whine! You’re getting tired of holding onto it! It <span class="mu-i">SUUUCKS!</span>
“Saving the world from an <span class="mu-r">UNDEAD SCOURGE</span> doesn’t <span class="mu-i">suck</span>, Stanley…” Chides your friend as she samples her salad, “Remember that, please.”
Fine, you groan, now quit it already–you need to <span class="mu-s">PEE</span> or something! Storming off towards the bathroom, you reach a starfish and rope-covered door marked with the word ‘<span class="mu-s">LASSES</span>’ and a caricature of a mermaid. If they only knew, you think to yourself as you push your way past the door and enter!
To your great delight, you find the place empty… and pretty clean as far as beachside restaurant bathrooms go! Taking refuge inside the vacant handicapped stall, you lean against the wall and pull out your phone!
“<span class="mu-r">I uh… I’m guessing we don’t gotta go?</span>” Asks Nats with innocent confusion in her disembodied voice!
No, dork, you mutter as you navigate to your texts, that dumbass Talbot had to dress fancy today, so now you gotta <span class="mu-i">change</span>!
“<span class="mu-r">... I mean… it’s a nice shirt, but-</span>”
She just doesn’t <span class="mu-i">get</span> it, does she, you groan! You can’t go out with Talbot looking like this when he’s looking like <span class="mu-i">that</span>--people’ll think he’s your <span class="mu-i">DAD</span> or something! It’s weird!
“<span class="mu-r">Gee, humans sure are complicated!</span>” Remarks a clearly impressed Nats! Damn right they are, you grunt, now keep an ear out for other people, wouldja?
Scanning your new messages, you can’t help but let out a sigh as you realize who sent them–for someone who stutters so much she sure knows how to gab!
‘<span class="mu-i">Greetings, Stanley! It is I: Professor Denise Venaas! You know, your friend?</span>’
Oh boy…
>CONTD.
