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Rather than give your old pal a yes or a no, you instead cross your arms and look at him with growing impatience. Sensing something amiss, the weary-eyed skeleton sticks the cigarette back in the pack with a drawn-out sigh.
“What’s the matter, Stan?”
The <span class="mu-i">matter</span>, you growl as you stalk towards the desk like a mountain lion about to pounce, is that you haven’t seen his sorry denim-wearing ass for, like…
It’s gotta be three or four threads now!
“Waaaay more then dat’, cupcake.”
Who <span class="mu-i">CARES</span>, Ly? The point is, why the hell is he not <span class="mu-i">LEAPING</span> from his seat to get in on this hug action, hmm?!
Staring at you silently for a few moments, a faint smile slowly etches across Cliff’s face as he rises from his seat with the grace of an old man!
“Alright, alright… I see you’re still the one in charge…”
Damn right you are, you fire back with a few rapid snaps of your finger! Now get over here <span class="mu-i">pronto</span>!
Navigating the maze of reports and ledges he’s built up since you last ran into him, Cliff removes the lit cigarette from his mouth before opening his arms wide for a <span class="mu-i">long</span>-overdue hug! Practically tackling the greaser to the ground, your nostrils are filled with the acrid scent of tobacco, but you don’t really mind!
“Sorry, kid,” he apologizes as he pulls you into a tender embrace, “feels like this is the first time I’ve sat down in… a <span class="mu-i">while[</span>.”
Yea, you reply with a mischievous giggle, he looks like <span class="mu-i">shit</span>!
“Still better than you, freak.” He retorts, releasing you with a twinkle in his eye. “Cripes, Stan, did you get <span class="mu-i">taller</span>?”
Yep, you nod enthusiastically, and <span class="mu-i">thinner!</span> and <span class="mu-i">CUTER</span>, not that you had much room for improvement there! Placating you with a hollow chuckle, Cliff slumps back into his chair and motions to the one next to you. You take it, naturally.
“So…” he mutters like an estranged relative searching for a conversation topic, “I’m guessin’ you’ve been having fun tonight?”
Sure, you shrug, but you wanna talk about <span class="mu-i">tomorrow</span>.
“Yep,” groans Cliff as he leans back in his seat, “You an’ everybody else…”
>CONTD.
