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The tension grows thicker than cheesecake as the other receptionists begin to realize you aren’t leaving! As for the line behind you, well, they don’t seem keen on charging your position yet–you can probably thank Rezalith and her ‘incapacitating’ that poor bastard… not that you will, of course!
Look, you sigh as you tighten your grip on the counter and look the Durherceptionist in her big eyes, someone special to you is in danger… someone very, <span class="mu-i">very</span> special to you! And if you don’t track her down soon, you might…
You might not see her again…
The last few words don’t leave your thoughts, but something in the way your expression changes jostles the front deskateer out of her loop!
“... I… really <span class="mu-i">shouldn’t</span>...” Whines the Durher as she leans in a little closer, voice trembling as she tries not to notice the glances sent her way by her coworkers, “But make it quick… <span class="mu-i">please</span>.”
Your legs jiggle a little more softly as your posture relaxes somewhat. You’re looking for a Durher, you begin, green eyes, female, looks ready to bust out in song at any moment?
The receptionist’s brow furrows in thought. Not enough?
She would probably be with someone who, uh, who looks like <span class="mu-i">you</span>, you add, clearing your throat as you blink for emphasis! Blue eyes, Gnokish?
The Durher’s eyes light up in sudden recognition as she gives you a once-over! “... Y-yes… No offense, sir, but you stand out…”
None taken, you reply with a hasty shake of your head! So she saw them, right?! Where did they go?! Was the Durher okay?!
Your witness closes her eyes as she ponders her answer. “... She seemed alright,” She answers, but her tone betrays her concern, “But I have eight daughters of my own… and the way she looked at her partner, well…” The Receptionist meets your gaze again with an apology in each eye. “She was wary of him… call it mother’s intuition.”
A spike of anger drives through your skull as the image appears in your head!
“Any other details you can provide us?” Morook asks, stepping in while you take a few deep breaths! “Even the smallest detail could help-”
“E-err, y-yes! I can get you the manager’s info!” Chirps the receptionist, wide-eyed and grinning ear-to-ear as she stoops beneath the counter! “W-won’t take but a moment… sorry for the inconvenience!”
Before any of you can protest, she reemerges and slaps something flat and heavy on the counter and taps away at it like it owes her money! “We here at Crystalmelt sincerely hope this won’t impact your opinion of our business or future stays~”
A dull, grating scrape screeches out from beneath the tablet as the receptionist shoves it over to Morook! “N-next, please!”
Hey, wait a-
>CONTD.
