The bag’s contents helped you before–that’s the lame-ass excuse you give yourself as you empty the cup’s contents into your mouth! Granted, it did so by producing a freakish grub that turned the area around it topsy-turvy for a few seconds, but you passed the point of caution long ago! Tzah-Tzie is <span class="mu-s">MISSING!</span>
“Erm, Anton?” Asks Morook with concern creeping into his monotone voice and dead-eyed stare, “What are… what was that?”
“Heheh… probably–snrk–” Giggles Rezzie, the girl barely able to contain whatever sick own is about to come out of her mouth, “Maybe it’s his medication… his… his <span class="mu-i">WEAKNESS MEDICATION!</span> To maintain how <span class="mu-s">WEAK</span> he is!”
You’re not even listening when you feel it–an uncanny <span class="mu-i">itch</span> deep within your legs–down to the <span class="mu-s">BONE</span>, you think! As you widen your stance to compensate, a panicked yelp leaves your lips as your knees buckle beneath your weight!
You don’t fall, however–quite the opposite, in fact! As the itch spreads all over your legs, you try not to get dizzy as you start to bob up and down as if your legs were made of…
<span class="mu-i">Jelly</span>?
“Stop bouncing like that, you <span class="mu-i">buffoon</span>!”
Rezalith deals with this new development the only way she knows how: petty violence! Smacking you upside the head sends you into a wobbling fit like one of those tube thingies outside a used car dealership! Scrambling and stumbling to regain your footing, your mad meanderings lead you into several linegoers and passerby, but one particularly-big collision into a Molegg’s broad chest sends you tumbling to the ground…
Like a spring toy being pushed to its lowest, you feel the tension build up in your wobbly legs… and when that energy releases, it takes the rest of you with it!
The crowd watches in awe as you rocket skyward and sail over their heads–even the receptionists pause to gape! Well, you think to yourself as your flight puts you on a collision course with the desk, at least you got their attenti-
https://youtu.be/lRTCtL3Mlw0https://youtu.be/TqRIU34MHZQhttps://youtu.be/iDLmYZ5HqgM… Ow.
“S-sir…?” Stammers a clearly out-of-their-depth Durher receptionist as you cling to the counter for dear life, “Do you need… c-can I help you?”
“OI! Dis’ idiot don’t know nuffin’ about <span class="mu-s">QUEUIN’</span> EITHER!” Croons a queue-goer with a derisive snort behind you! “Jus’ like ‘is friend, ey-”
Further bullying is cut short by a violent ‘<span class="mu-s">SQQQWUUeERLCH!</span>’ near his chest no doubt related to Rezzie suddenly appearing behind him!
“He’s ‘unconscious’.” She sniffs as she and Morook join you at the counter! No one dares try to correct her.
>CONTD. 