𝐸𝑁𝑀𝐼𝑇𝑌 ／𝘔𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘙

GOOD LIAR

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐼𝑋
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☆★ You're holding Mike's hand tightly as everyone tumbles out of the van, stretching and groaning at the relief of being able to stand and stretch properly.

It's only been a day and a half but you couldn't help but want to wish there was a way these people would allow you to take a shower... and maybe a pillow for the road. Sleeping on Mike was mediocre because you'd always end up acting as his pillow.

Argyle rubs his behind, groaning "I can't feel my butt" nobody responded so he repeats himself, "Can't feel my butt. Can you guys feel your butts?" you giggle. "I lied on my stomach the whole time for a reason" you wink, clicking your tongue at Argyle.

He appears to be enlightened, looking as if you had said the smartest thing ever.

"Aw, man that's so smart. Too bad I was driving" his monotoned voice loud and clear. Taking you by surprise, Will says "I can feel my butt"

Argyle does nothing with the information except for a simple nod and wince. "You guys need to be on your best behavior. Especially Mike and [name]" Jonathan says. Mike raises an eyebrow at his back. As if he felt it, Jonathan spins around to give Mike a serious glare "I mean it. No more face eating, cheek squeezing anything alright? These people are super religious"

"Cheek squeezing? In my van dude?"
"Don't worry, I was only squeezing the ones on his face~" you emphasize the claim by poking Mike's cheek. "And both of you have a swearing problem" Mike opens his mouth to protest but Jonathan gives him a daring glare "Control it"

"I'm like super spiritual anyway. I'll be good dude" Argyle quotes, confidence dripping in the statement. Mike agrees "Yea, I think they're spiritual too; just"— he surveys Argyle "in a different way" you purse your lips to hide a laugh.

Argyle was definitely a peace sign... tree sign type of spiritual but, no judging it. He seems to be a happy person. Mike's failure to knock makes your jaw fall as the door flies open "Wow, just... letting ourselves in huh?" but the sight of a little kid with 'War Paint' all over his body says otherwise.

"We pose no threat" In defense away from the dangerous child, you put your empty hands on display. Mike slaps them down as he began speaking to the kid "Is... Suzie here?"

The kid lets out an animalistic scream and shoots an arrow directly at Mike's forehead "Ow!". You marvel at his aiming skills for a second before harshly ripping the arrow from Mike's head

"Woa, good shit kid!" you try high-fiving the kid but he runs off somewhere else. Will bumps your shoulder, reminding you not to swear. You all decide to welcome yourself into the noisy home, throwing the arrow aside as you take in the large interior of the house. "Why did I expect Suzie to have a normal home?" you mumble, watching the mini-swordmen fight on a dinner table.

You all stick close together as if the kids were tigers that weren't meant to be bothered, quietly trudging through the house. "This is my kind of party," Argyle says, catching your attention "right? these kids are total weirdos" Mike chuckles, grabbing your hand to pull you with him.

Next, you walk into a little girl with 'bloody hands' strangling herself on the floor as a mini-film director praises her acting skills. "Hi? Um, we're looking for Suzie?" a tired Jonathan says with caution. The director snaps his fingers, pissed at the interruption.

"Can you. Not see? That we are filming?" he speaks as if Jonathan was an idiot, making you laugh.

On the way out, you lean down to the kids "More eyes rolling to the back, and boom- you've got a horror film" you wink. The boy exclaims and tugs the girl to her feet, preparing for another take. "You're loving this a little too much" Mike looks at you, raising a confused brow.