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Vanessa hands the cake box to Stan, once he passes right by you, you subtly trip him with your foot – he loses his balance and ultimately succumbs to the floor with the poor cake protecting his fall. He has cake blood all over his waist.
“God dammit.” Stan grits his teeth and tries to clean himself up.
“S-Stan, you should’ve looked where you were going!” Ruffus tries to help his friend stand up, but he moves his arm away.
“You tripped me!” Stan accuses you of this accident.
“You were pretty clumsy before; don’t you think it was your fault?” You play dumb just like Vanessa would.
“Agh, fuck, whatever…” Stan licks the cream he has all over his body, he likes it.
“Now what are we going to do? We need it for Rob’s birthday…” Ruffus is conflicted on what to do next.
“I don’t know, maybe get a replacement going?!” Stan shouts loudly so Vanessa gets a clue!
“O-Oh! Apologies, but you’ll have to wait a couple of hours if you want one!” Vanessa isn’t pretending to be incompetent; she can’t get it done now.
“Whatever, Rob doesn’t deserve a good one anyway, let’s buy one from the first floor.” Stan isn’t that troubled about what happened. He cleans his T-shirt as much as he can and starts walking off. Without cleaning up…
“S-Stan, we can’t leave this place like this…” Ruffus is remorseful.
“Don’t worry, kid. I got this.” You feel a tiny bit guilty for what happened. It was reckless of you; you could’ve injured him – and the cake died. Poor cake. “Vanessa, hand me a mop.”
“F-For the last time, I don’t know any Vanessas!” Ex-Lieutenant is as silly as ever, you’d find it charming if you didn’t know her true nature.
“Don’t make me call you <span class="mu-i">Klutz</span>…” You’ll keep the ugly part to yourself because you don’t think it’s true. “Just go.” You tap that Ruffus kid’s back to follow his awful friend, he long left this floor. “Just don’t let him get to you.”
“R-Right… Sorry for everything…” If Ruffus was more confident, he would’ve stayed to help. But you can’t blame him, he’s just trying to fit in.
