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Pepper, of course, is <span class="mu-i">SPELLBOUND</span>. “Holy <span class="mu-i">cow</span>, sandcrab…” she mutters as she runs a hand across your <span class="mu-s">ORANGE CLIFFS MARTIAL ARTS TOURNAMENT</span> poster hanging on the brick wall, “This… I’m a little <span class="mu-i">jealous</span>, dude…”
She won’t be once the restaurant opens, you counter with a snort! Gets noisy as hell once the orders start coming in.
Trotting around the room and taking in the sights with her saucer eyes, the girl’s tour eventually comes to an end when she flops onto the couch like she owns the damn place!
“Sweet digs, chief!” She concludes with an approving grin! “Is that, uh… is that the can?”
Oh, yea, you mutter as you jab a thumb at the door next to the entryway, the shower and the crapper… don’t get ‘em confused.
“I’ll <span class="mu-i">try</span>.” The redhead replies with a roll of her eyes! Fishing out her <span class="mu-s">PINK AXOLOTL</span>, the girl makes the doll dance as she addresses you in a falsetto voice… the lizard’s, you assume.
“<span class="mu-i">Welcome hooome, partnerrr! Whatsha wanna do nOooOOow, hmm?</span>”
You <span class="mu-i">knew</span> she’d make you decide… well?
>HUNGRY?
>WANNA SEE THE RESTAURANT?
>LET’S PUT A MOVIE ON (WRITE-IN OR LEAVE IT TO RANDOR)
>YOU WANNA PLAY SOME VIDEO GAMES? (WRITE-IN OR RANDOR!)
>LET’S HEAR THAT DATE VERDICT, PEP… (<3)
>WRITE-IN!
