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“I mean, we all can have a casual chat if you’re bored.” You don’t see it as an issue.
“I-I said don’t listen to her! She’s gone! Like my patience!” Odetta Virus can’t stop being a rabid little O.
“<span class="mu-i">Hey, there, I’m Odetta’s patience. I’m alive and well, and even if she visibly gets rid of me, I’m a part of her F-O-R-E-V-E-R.</span>” Another Tiny Odetta appears and says.
“<span class="mu-i">Fwah!</span> You’re gone now, you gorgeous bitch!” The Bigger Odetta smashes the tinier one with her fist, then grins after. “Oh, crap, <span class="mu-i">UGH</span>.” She twists in discomfort from moving too much.
“Don’t kill your patience.” Wilma didn’t like that for some reason. “It makes you feel sick.”
“Thanks for noticing, I was being really subtle there…” Odetta Virus rolls her eyes in sarcasm. The thing is, they roll in opposite directions, showing how bad she’s feeling.
“What do you *actually* need us to do to help? I don’t think putting you away will do much.” You’re ready to extend a helping hand. “I mean, this is *actually* you and not a virus, right? And that mini-Odetta was *actually* your desires… your desire to taste <span class="mu-i">my culinary masterpieces</span>, and your other desire to have friends to talk with.”
“That’s endearing.” Wilma finds sympathy for the suffering spy.
“<span class="mu-i">You’re close, we’re escaping inner thoughts. Some are desires, some are not. We can be anything.</span>” A new Mini-O says. “<span class="mu-i">Here. I’m a joke. Knock-Knock!</span>”
“Who is it?” You ask.
Odetta (?) splats the Jokester Mini-O.
“…You messed up the timing, you know that?” You point out as the person with the best comedic timing in your group. She needed to wait until after you said <span class="mu-i">Odetta-Who?</span>
“Do I look like I care? You didn’t need to know all that. And yeah, I’m curious about your cooking, but that’s it! How could I not be after I watched people faint after eating it?! And I’ve got friends! Plenty even!” Little O admits as she continues twirling and fidgeting like she went into a Be-Ajna crash course.
“<span class="mu-i">We should’ve stayed with them for longer. But we didn’t want to get too attached.</span>” Mini-O laments. She looks rather sad before being dispelled.
“Now what’s the other thing you said? Don’t want another one of these nuisances to escape me.” Odetta lost her train of thought.
“There’s one behind you.” Wilma points out.
“<span class="mu-i">We’re Odetta, yes. No virus. 100% Spiritual, sweet mama boy and apple cheeks.</span>” The Newer Mini-O dances.
“<span class="mu-s">Fuck.</span>” Odetta Ghost was happy with you thinking she was a computer program. “Anyway, if you really wanna help me. Bring your phone to my place. I think I can get back to my body without messing with my head if I’m next to me.”
Yep, this event really wants to turn into another adventure for you…
