(As Long as We're Together) Everything's Gonna Be Okay

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"L? What're you doing up?" Mimi asks the next morning when she stops by. "Couldn't sleep?"

"What?" Mr. L looks at her, then remembers. "Oh. No. I'm sorry. This whole mess at the racetrack and the castle questioning me, it's just...weighing on me."

"Then whaddaya say to me distracting you?" Mimi grins.

"Oh yes please." Mr. L agrees wholeheartedly. "And have I told you lately how much I love having you as my friend?"

"You could mention it again." Mimi teases. "What brought that on?"

"I just wanted to remind you." Mr. L gets up and pulls her in for a hug. "I love you to bits, ya hear me?"

"If you're trying to butter me up, it's working." Mimi informs him. "I'm gonna go grab us some breakfast."

"Now?" Mr. L begs with a little whine, making her laugh. "All the fatty goodness with OJ on the side. Pleeeeeease?"

"Done." Mimi promises. "Nevermind the heart attack you're gonna get just from looking at it. But hey, if it gets you out finishing up that big job at the racetrack faster, I'm all for it."

She starts to teleport, but stops suddenly. "What the hell is that?"

She doesn't give Mr. L a chance to see what she's talking about before she goes right to the door, pulling an envelope from where someone wedged it in.

Mr. L's eyes go wide at seeing her hold it up, and immediately snatches it without an explanation, even as she protests, "Hey, hey, calm down. What, you got a secret admirer or something?"

"No!" Mr. L winces at his too defensive tone. "Sorry, it's just crucial information on some parts I need to finish the big job at the racetrack on time."

"Are the parts on the black market?" There's no way Mimi isn't suspicious now. "Are you putting yourself in danger?"

"Mimi, no, I promise." Mr. L tries, but Mimi won't let it go, "Well what am I supposed to think with your refusal to sleep at a reasonable hour or and constantly picking at your food? And you nearly bit my head off when I tried asking about that envelope. Whatever this is, it sounds really sketchy."

"It's just a job." Mr. L says, hoping she'll buy it. "Same as any other day I'm there."

"Promise?" Mimi asks. "Tell me right here and now, that whoever you're doing this job for, they're not gonna come after you for potentially messing it up."

"Or I'll just say that once this whole job is over and done with, we'll both be much happier." Mr. L compromises. "In fact, forget breakfast."

"You can't lift heavy parts on an empty stomach!" Mimi protests.

"Not talking about the food." Mr. L says, making her blush. "Friend or foe, you are very distracting."

Mimi rolls her eyes, so Mr. L assures her, "Look, I really do just want this job over and done with. Sooner than later. So I can get back to the part of my life that has you in it, so we can work on more wedding details."

"Well, when you put it like that, adios!" Mimi grins, blowing him a kiss before teleporting away.

In seconds, Mr. L rips through the envelope, "What do you want now, you bastard?"

IF ONLY MIMI KNEW YOUR LIES ARE FAKER THAN HER DISGUISES.

"FUCK!" Mr. L shoves it into his pocket and storms out.

"You got this just now?" Mario asks the minute Mr. L sits down with him to hand it over.

"They're watching us, Mario." If Mr. L wasn't convinced before, he is now. "Look at it."