You sigh, and slink up to your feet and... whoa.
This is a lot more pain then you expected.... well you didn't expect any pain but it stings a lot when you move, as if your very movement is rubbing alcohol into new spots of your wound.
However... you can still move just fine. "Okay! Okay... I am good. Goodish... mostly fine... lets go!"
Fly G frowns. "Shit, she really hurt? Brother thought yall were just scoring drugs or some shit." He shrugs. "Alright, youse a fighter, and G respects that. Lets go."
You walk and wince your way down the halls with G, the man strutting with a confidence you WISH you had. Eventually you head back to the same ballroom as before.
"The G gonna wait outside." Fly says, crossing his arms. "Can't have ya drop dead or what ever trippy shit Miror having you do."
Dead? Was that a option?
You gulp as you walk through the doors.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im92qau0Og0Miror B slides alongside his Ludicolo, groving to a beat that he has playing from his Loudred. The Rambunctious pokemon hoping too and fro as his ears blare with the beat.
"Darling... you showed up." He twirls and lowers his shades. "Having fun with Gremlin?"
>Call him out quietly.>Call him out loud enough for Fly G to hear>Yes hes super nice, be nice>Be passive aggresive>Start crying 