……Okay, that probably wasn’t fair to the sexy outer space dragon-man. And being real, even if it had been fair, Murikabushi still would’ve let Almadel hit it because……come on. Dragon-man. Really, really, really, ridiculously good-looking. Murikabushi was just human and a weak gay who’d only been dreaming about alien boyfriends for practically as long as he could remember. But doing that now would’ve just confirmed everything Logos had spat at him during her self-righteous little tantrum (ugh, the less time he spent dwelling on that, the better, honestly).
Somehow, in all the tumult of everything, though, Murikabushi had gotten swept away from the people he’d attached himself to. He’d wanted to apologize to Ida and Amsvartnir for the whole……incident with Logos, and for his role in making it all happen, but……the tide of the crowd had shifted, and now, Murikabushi was stuck in this……Hellish, absurdist party chamber, where it felt like something would leap out to Get Him at any moment.
Yikes—as he skulked around the room, he could practically hear the overemotional theater-going crowd drawing in sharp breaths and screaming at him like Don’t go in there!!!
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