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The nose knows, and if anyone can help you make sense of things, it’s Syb! Striding into the kitchen like you own the damn place (which, evidently, you DO), you arrive just in time to see Kiki working the stove while Tucker and Syb help out with… <span class="mu-i">toppings?</span>
“Stan!” Syb exclaims as she gives you a friendly wave, “I knew I sensed something–come in, please!”
“Keek’s making some soup!” Tucker adds as he finishes chopping a few carrots. “Thought we could all use something healthy for once…”
“Dat’ <span class="mu-i">does</span> smell pretty damn good…” Ly remarks as Kiki gives you a conspiratorial grin from next to the stockpot. Evidently your new pet agrees, too–before you can respond to any of the kitchen’s occupants, <span class="mu-r">STANLEY</span> bursts from your coat like an alien from that one movie you still get nightmares from and bolts for the soup with evil intent! <span class="mu-s">STOP THEM</span>, you screech!
“W-which one?!” Tucker asks as Syb fires a volley of <span class="mu-b">MAGIC DARTS</span> at the scurrying mammal! Before you can retort, the raccoon is stopped dead in her tracks by a paring knife embedding itself in the floor just in front of her! Frozen with fear, Stanley trembles in abject horror as <span class="mu-r">CHEF KIKI</span> looms over the beast with a handful of similar knives and a menacing glint in her bang-covered eyes! Slowly recovering from the initial shock, Tucker and Syb relax a bit as Kiki returns to her work.
“I see you’ve adopted… <span class="mu-i">another</span> stray…” The Goth mutters as her <span class="mu-b">ARCANE PROJECTILES</span> fizzle out of existence. Yea, you nod with pride–her name’s Stan! And if anyone so much as <span class="mu-i">thinks</span> of making any cute remarks, you’re gonna clock ‘em!
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Tucker replies a little <span class="mu-i">too</span> quickly. “Can’t speak for Ed though. Or <span class="mu-i">T</span>.”
You’ll deal with that punk in due time, you growl, turning your attention from the catatonic forest critter to your purple-haired pal. Syb, you bark, you’ve got stuff to talk about. Let’s go.
“Stuff?” She replies, not responding to your snapping fingers, “Certainly–shall we go to your room?”
She catches on quick! Snatching up your raccoon statue by the scruff of its neck, you give Tucker and Kiki a lazy wave before leading your bestie out of the room!
“We’ll be here if you need us!” Tucker reminds you as Kiki brandishes a blade at your pet. Bypassing the sound of pool balls clicking and Talbot growling, the three of you (four if you include Ly) make your way down the hall to your <span class="mu-g">MASTER SUITE.</span> Home Sweet Home!
“Tell me about it…” Ly agrees in a weary tone.
>CONTD.
