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“Do you see anywhere good to sit?” Ben asks, trying to follow where you were looking around at. “I’m already guessing you’ll wanna chill somewhere back here.” You look away from where the photographer and his wife were set up, and back down towards the crowd at the stage. It didn’t take too long before you found a few large, slithering reasons not to go down there.
“Yeaaaaahh… I uh, saw Gus and Tilly. Why uh… why don’t we go and chill over by them?” you offer. Your friend gives you a nod and a knowing smile.
“Sounds good to me! Let’s see how they’re doing.” he says, as you start to lead the group in their direction. Rochelle tugs at your sleeve, and you glance over at the mosquito.
“Yooouuu… don’t wanna go down to the stage?” she asks, her soft russet eyes locked onto yours. Her hand at your sleeve grips your arm, squeezing gently. “How come?” You break her gaze, looking down at the few long, writhing shapes in the crowd, only to look back up towards where Gus and Tilly were. You
really didn’t want to focus on what’s down there right now, if you could help it.
“
Snakes.” you mutter, quieter than you intended, and cough. Rochelle looks down at the stage, the mosquito squeezing your arm slightly harder, when you hear her gasp.
“Ohhhhh…! Don’t worry, Anon.~” she starts, and steps so close, she’s practically glued to your side. “Mo and I won’t let any… sssneaky sserpents get close to you.~” Morgan, still on your other side, peeks around you at the stage, also stepping
much closer, her hand gripping your wrist, while her antennae bounce quickly on your bicep.
“So, ummmm… what happened?” the fly asks. You grimace, quickly burying old memories from your youth.
“I got attacked.” you answer simply, keeping your vision locked forward. Ben snorts, but says nothing, thankfully. An awkward silence settles in for a few moments, before you hear Bryce cough.
“Who are these friends of yours we’re meetin’ again?” he asks, passing Ben’s smoldering sherlock pipe to Morgan. She takes a large draw, handing it over to Rochelle, when another coughing fit strikes her. You walk right through the cloud, inadvertently taking a large whiff of the floral and skunky herb, coughing as well. The fly blushes and gives you a wobbly smile, her gaze dropping to the ground almost immediately. With a thumbs up in return, you let her know it was okay, bringing her hazel eyes back up to yours. Ben’s stuff was certainly strong (as you were beginning to feel a slight tingle start behind your eyes), but it wasn’t anything you weren’t already used to being around.
SPIRITS: Temporary Intuition increased to +1.2, Tolerance at 4(-2.4)
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