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<span class="mu-b">”The Mask! Oooooooohhh!”</span> She makes her fingers wiggle and extends the note, moaning like a spirit. You laugh.
<span class="mu-r">”Come on! I- He's not like a ghost!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”I thought it was a Phantom of the Opera kind of thing.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Oh- The Masked Phantom, the Red Phantom... Shit! I should have named it that.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”You... named it?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”It's a long story. But really,”</span> You say, putting a hand on her shoulder. <span class="mu-r">”I appreciate it a lot Cheryl. Really, I do.”</span>
You talk a bit more, lugging around your new weapons in your hands. You enjoy spending time with Cheryl. You suddenly remember; and ask her for her birthday. Then she asks you the dreaded question.
<span class="mu-b">”Why do you ask?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Well, I mean... I just gotta pay you back for this, you know?”</span> You say, shaking the case.
<span class="mu-b">”Haha- pfft. Don't worry about it, Max.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Come on. Can't I buy you lunch or something.”</span>
She frowns, then smiles teasingly.
<span class="mu-b">”Guys on level 5 got no money, Max. You can't afford me.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Aww... come on... that's not fair.”</span>
Cheryl smiles, and takes your hand. <span class="mu-b">”I just want you to be careful for me, okay?”</span>
