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You almost didn’t show, to be honest–it’s not like you owed <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> any favors, especially when they barely owed up to anything their psycho-ass CEO pulled. Having spent the morning going over, uh… <span class="mu-i">stuff</span> with Talbot, it was only thanks to Nat’s countless reminders, unyielding cajoling, and her taking control over your body that you even made it in here today, so it was only fair, you reasoned, that she should get to decide your wardrobe for the big meeting!
Still, you huff as you straighten out the pleats on your 50’s-esque skirt, she couldn’t have gone for something a bit more… businessy?
“<span class="mu-r">Why d’ya think I added in the glasses? And the beret?</span>”
You’ll admit those were both decent additions, you reply with a shrug, but the combat boots and the ‘<span class="mu-g">BAD BITCH</span>’ crop top are kinda…
“<span class="mu-r">YOU try putting on pants when your host body’s unconscious!</span>” Counters your demon with genuine ire in her tone! “<span class="mu-r">I worked really hard! A-and it’s not like us demons really DO clothes…</span>”
Seriously? You always assumed they wore, like, <span class="mu-i">suits</span> or something, you muse as you adjust your reading glasses. You’re still not sure where Nats found ‘em…
“<span class="mu-r">Nah, a lot of our physical appearance is just a magical manifestation.</span>” Explains your demonic half-sister in a matter-of-fact voice!
So what, you ask with genuine interest, that mascot outfit… she just wears it for fun?
“<span class="mu-r">Kinda! Normally I look like, well, what WE look like when I take over. You erm…</span>” She stammers with growing embarrassment,<span class="mu-r"> “You can imagine why I don’t take THAT form all the time…</span>”
Yea, you say with a knowing nod, you’ve seen the fanart–can’t really walk around like that all the time…
“Ms. Parble?” Chirps the receptionist as he beckons you from his desk ,”They’ll see you now!”
Groovy, you grunt as you rise from the plush clutches of your chair, let’s get this shit over with, then…
“Right through there, please!” Instructs the secretary as he gestures to the double doors behind him! “And might I just say you look absolutely <span class="mu-i">fantastic</span> today!”
Thanks, you scoff, waving the compliment away, your <span class="mu-s">INNER DEMON</span> picked it out! That’s what you get to do when you aren’t a <span class="mu-r">CORPORATE TOOL!</span>
“Gee, sounds nice!” He says with a smile! Unsatisfied, you lean over his desk and get close to his grinning face! Listen, kid, you hiss, do yourself a favor and get off of this sinking ship while you can!
“Erm… I uh, I’m twenty-eight, Ms. Parble…”
You respond with a confused blink. Damn, he’s… he looks <span class="mu-i">really</span> good for his age!
“Thanks! I blame it on genetics!” He says with a laugh! As he types away at some <span class="mu-r">CORPORATE STOOGE</span> memo on his computer, you take a deep breath and enter the doors…
… only to find yourself standing in an empty boardroom!
>CONTD.
