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Standing in the entryway like scantily-clad statues, you break the tension by scooping the Mitzirrito into a hug and giving her forehead a gentle flick!
Quit apologizing, <span class="mu-i">DORK</span>, you snicker as your bullying target shrinks away from your attack! You’re just happy to see that infectious smile of hers!
“<span class="mu-i">I-infectious?</span>” Rasps Mitz as she struggles to compose herself, “<span class="mu-i">W-well-</span>”
Before she can embarrass herself any further, you toss her a lifeline in the form of a bag of <span class="mu-g">PICKLE CHIPS</span> from the mountain of bags on the floor! Catching it with her face, Mitzi nonetheless manages to grab the bag mid-fall in her still-quivering hands!
Get some of those in ya, you command as you loop your noodly arms through a few bag handles and lift them, she probably lost, like, most of her <span class="mu-g">BODY SALT</span> with all the crying she’s been doing… those will, uh, ‘<span class="mu-i">refurbish</span>’ them!
“<span class="mu-i">W-well then…</span>” Sniffs Mitzi as said infectious smile slowly returns to her damp face, “<span class="mu-i">B-better get started on ‘em th-then, huh…</span>”
Damn right, you nod as you bring the bounty of booze, pizza, and other treats into the <span class="mu-g">LIVING ROOM,</span> gonna need all the strength you can muster to <span class="mu-b">OFFICIALLY ADOPT HER,</span> after all!
“<span class="mu-i">W-wha?</span>”
“<span class="mu-r">Yea, wait a sec…</span>” Nats remarks as Mitzi stares at you in a mixture of confusion, worry, and genuine appreciation with her watery eyes, “<span class="mu-r">Stan, you can’t just… you can’t just make someone a family member like that, y’know…</span>”
Uhhhh Earth to <span class="mu-s">BOZOS</span>, you snarl as you scoop your <span class="mu-g">CELLPHONE</span> out of your hoodie as you pass by it on the carpet, this is the <span class="mu-g">FUTURE,</span> remember? You can do <span class="mu-s">ANYTHING</span> if you put your mind to it!
One pizza, several bags of chips, and a few beers later, it dawns on you that no, you <span class="mu-i">can’t</span> do <span class="mu-s">ANYTHING</span> if you put your mind to it! Well, <span class="mu-i">maybe</span> you can, but after spending at least <span class="mu-r">TEN MINUTES</span> trying to decipher the wall of legalese on the first website you found when searching up ‘<span class="mu-i">How do i make my best frend a family</span>’, you and Mitzi both decide to keep it unofficial.
Besides, she adds as you spend the rest of the night snacking and snuggling, changing her last name would probably mess up a whole bunch of other crap, so yea.
Though you fail at making Mitzi an official Parble, you succeed at something else: though your friend doesn’t talk much for the rest of your hangout, you manage to keep a smile on her face for the rest of the night as the two of you chat yourselves to sleep while watching whatever movie pops on TV.
Wounds like hers don’t heal in a day, of course, but you can safely say you’ve stopped the bleeding a bit, and that’s better than nothing in your book!
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