"The ring - let me see it."
"Oh... y... es... yes... " Her eyes still closed, she slides the ring off her finger and hands it over to the counter. I feel her attempt to reach it to me, but she fails miserably and gives the ring to God.
"U-Uh, a bit...
PinxNote: Hello! Sorry for not adding an author's note last chapter. The word count was at 666 words and no one wanted to ruin it. C: Anyways, on with the story~
Art Creds to Mil for drawing her character and Rice for drawing Hawk/Ashley!
Devnote: you ass it's supposed to be after the chapter
Pinxnote: shhhh
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With no hope, I arrive at a shady looking shop in an alleyway. I open the door and am immediately greeted with a pungent smell of dank memes. I cough, and start to wave my hand around - trying to clear the smoke away. "What the hell -" I spit, suddenly feeling the urge to curl up into a ball for the rest of my life. I look at the front desk and see a small lady with a joint in her hand. She is surrounded by memes - dank memes, old memes, stale memes - I was shocked. I almost pass out from the grief. I walk towards her, passing a shelf with books, pictures of ageless memes, and some jewelry, such as an old black jeweled ring.
Suddenly, the lady smiles, "A customer? I haven't had a customer in over 69 years." she coughs loudly and closes her eyes. I walk toward her, finally used to the smell that surrounds us. Her light up sketchers have me captivated.
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"Who are you?" I ask, narrowing my eyes trying to see her better.
"My name is Milra."
"Milra... Milraangel?"
"Yes, I see you've heard of me. That's something... no one's heard from me since Harambe died," she admits, looking away sadly.
I cock my head, "Who in the hel -" but I stop myself, since it seemed that Milra was started to get angry with me. I remember what Ms. Sy had told me about Milra being the fair maiden who had stolen Devan's heart.
I clear my throat and look her in the eyes, "Recently there's been a murder... " Milra seems interested as she looks at me once again, so I continued, "Devan, the local stripper, was killed."
"W-What... ? I - I didn't know. I'm so sorry, I need a moment." Milra looks away, tears beginning to form. "H - he was like a brother to me... I always visited him - everyday even, and we always looked at memes together - "
"Devan, I'm so sorry that you got friendzoned." I say, looking up to the sk- ceiling.
"Huh?" she says, sniffling some suspicious white powder that had appeared all of a sudden.
I sigh, "Nothing, nothing." I pull out my notepad, "So, tell me what you knew about him - if you don't mind, that is."
"Well, I know a lot about him, but what exactly do you want to know?"
"Let's start off with this, did he usually hang out with suspicious people?"
"Um... I don't think he did. But lately, he'd... been hanging out with a group of men. They were all really tall and hot... not as hot as Harambe (wish they pulled their toys out for Harambe). Anyways, they would usually hang out by The Funhouse."
"Funhouse? Where is that?"
"What the fuck - "
I scream like a little girl when a tall, slim girl covered in glamour and rainbow sparkles suddenly emerges from the loveseat. Even the diamond on her finger is painted a rainbow pattern. Her hair is a very beautiful, vibrant blue. I can't see her eyes very clearly - it seems they're covered by... Is that half a side of glasses? Despite that, she looks wonderful, but I have a feeling that she was very gay...
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"What the fuck - what happened yesterday - my head hurts... " the mysterious girl complains. I stare at her - she stares back at me, "Who the fuck are you?" Then she points at me with ease and looks at Milra with a disappointed face, "I told you I was gay, you piece of shit!" She jumps up from her position on the loveseat and screams.
Milra screeches, "He came in here on his own, hush!" She rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her mountain dew before saying, "That's my very homo homie - Ash, short for Ashley."
"That's gay, mind you," Ash scoffs, and then mutters something about a man named Quinn being gay. She starts walking toward the front door and holds up what seems to be a bag of weed. "I stole your dank shit, homie."
Milra screeches the same noise a goose would make and runs after her, leaving me alone in the shop. I stand there speechless, wondering how Milra managed to capture Devan's kokoro.
"The fuck?" I say, completely and utterly confused.
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PinxNote: yeah, that's right, I'm adding an author's note here too!!! what are you gonna do about it???
