>>5386547Pressing her waifish frame against you for warmth, Sybil doesn’t let you go until you enter the restroom. Inspecting the stalls for any eavesdroppers, you lean against the back wall next to a busted tampon dispenser as Sybil gives the room a once-over.
“Curious… we seem to discuss quite a lot in the restroom nowadays, don’t we?”
Better than the roof, you reply with a shrug. Giggling politely at your shitty joke, your BFF sidles up next to you and lets out a relieved sigh. “Can you believe it, Stanley? He’s fine… well, he <span class="mu-i">and</span> Mitzi, of course, but still…”
Yea, you mutter as you awkwardly scratch the back of your head, you, uh, you didn’t mean for it to get so bananas…
“Oh don’t you start.” Sybil huffs as she lightly punches you in the shoulder, “Not every hair-brained scheme of yours is going to work perfectly, Stanley–I’d be far more worried if they all did.” Giving you an appreciative smile, The Goth shakes a few loose bangs out of her pale face. “They just… hopped back up, you know? Like they rose from the dead!”
Yea, uh, you stammer uncomfortably, she doesn’t think they’re…
“<span class="mu-i">Un</span>dead? No, Tucker and I were certain they were still alive.” Sybil replies as she bites her lip. “But I can’t be certain they would have survived had we not used that <span class="mu-b">SERUM,</span> so… thank you, Stanley.”
Giving your shoulder a squeeze, your friend’s relieved smile shifts into one of concern. “But I presume that serum, or rather what’s in it, is why we’re talking out of earshot, yes?”
Shit, you smile, she really oughta add ‘<span class="mu-i">mind-reader</span>’ to her resume!
“What, you didn’t know I can do that?” She counters with a wry grin! W-wait, so on Valentine’s Day she-
“Just kidding. All jokes aside, Stanley, I know what you’re getting at–you don’t want <span class="mu-r">THE LICH</span> to be privy to whatever it is you’re planning.” She explains before letting out another defeated breath. “And I’m almost certain I won’t like it either, will I?”
Yea, well, you mutter, it’s a bit of a doozy, you’ll admit.
“Marvelous.” The Goth groans as she starts to massage her temples. Is she cool?
“I feel a migraine coming on,” she replies pointedly, “but maybe it will go away if you explain quickly.”
Yea, you doubt it, but here goes…
>CONTD. 