WeepingWisteria

Onni rolled eir eyes. "Now time to climb back to the floor and wander around until we find a coward or something."

No one answered. Onni scowled. "Wow, thanks. Back to the gossiping grannies?"

Vendetta hung back. "I actually have an idea. You guys go ahead. I'll meet up with you later." Dusk froze. "Wait, seriously? Are you sure?" Vendetta nodded. "Positive."

Ki sighed and shook their head. Apparently, what they were responding to wasn't clear. They opened their mouth, gesturing obviously to it. Maybe the child wasn't very rich and didn't ...

Michael simply closed the door in their face, the lock clicking into place. Onni gasped. "Hey!"

Vendetta frowned. "Is anyone else feeling physically ill? Because I feel like I'm going to be sick." Cody practically leapt out of the car, marching up the venue like he ...

Micheal huffed. "Well, it isn't. That's simply how this goes." Onni held up a finger. "How what goes, exactly?"

Ki opened their mouth again, finding no strength to continue. This rich child should already know the regulations of subterras in the political world. There was no point in insulting ...

Vendetta sighed. "Sorry, Valeri. Us dying in a car crash isn't going to help anyone." Dawn vibrated, clearly anxious. "But please go as fast as you can."

Ki paused to consider it. Whenever the Prime Minister was angry at them, they'd make sure to speak less that day or choose to pursue a difficult bounty. They nodded. ...

The Uber driver nodded. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” They waited until everyone entered the car and then proceeded to drive away. Vendetta went back on their phone. “Oh no.” “What?” “The ...

Ki sat beside the child, crossing their legs and hunching over so they didn’t look over him and shrugged. The monster continued roaring squelching, a tentacle occasionally smacking into the ...

The receptionist startled. “Hey! You’re breaking Malacoda-“ Vendetta gave him puppy dog eyes. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

Ki barely stopped themself from falling onto their face. They were covered in thick slime that reached their neck. If subterras had digestive tracks, they probably would’ve been gagging. They ...

Vendetta sighed. “I guess we’ll figure it out as we go. The best plan is no plan.” They opened the door back to the reception’s desk.