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Talia was no stranger to heartache; the sudden bombardment of unwanted admissions had left within her a feeling of seemingly perpetual somberness. After what she deemed to be her most personal secret was unintentionally revealed — who the fuck even is Adam, anyway? she cursed silently — it was also discovered that the reason for Charlie's earlier outburst was Vaggie's previously-hidden former identity.
That was... slightly expected, Talia thought to herself after Vaggie had disclosed the fact that she was once an exorcist, I mean, she does carry a giant spear everywhere.
At some point, there was a large flash of green light from one of the rooms upstairs; Vaggie had frozen in place, muttering under her breath as she dashed up the stairs. Confused, Talia glanced over at Husk, who seemed more pissed than anything. "What was that?" she questioned, ears drooping slightly.
"Fuckface up there just made a deal with Charlie, probably," Husk muttered, rolling his eyes.
"He what!?"
Not even two minutes later, both Charlie and Alastor came rushing down the stairs; with the evident intent of leaving the hotel. Alastor walked by, seeming to slow in his strides for just a moment — without even sparing her a glance, his hand gently intertwined with her own and began gently dragging her alone. "Wait, what? Where are we going—? What's happening?"
She tried to ignore the knot that formed in her chest at the feel of his hand entangled in hers, heat rising to her face. Wait, fuck, no! her mind screamed, I'm supposed to be mad at him! Damnit, Talia! Fuck you! No!
The doe glanced over at Charlie as the trio stepped out the hotel's doors, hand falling to her side once more. The walk down the long sidewalk was relatively silent, the only noise heard being Alastor cleaning and readjusting his monocle. What the everloving fuck is happening? Talia wondered, Can someone explain it to me? Please? What the hell is going on?
"Three years!" Charlie blurted out, hands grasping her hair, "Three years I've been sharing my life with her, and I tell her everything! My hopes, my dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits, what fucking deodorant I like, and she keeps something, like this, from me? Why would she lie for so long? Did she think I wouldn't accept her? What about me — me!? — says un-understanding? Wait... misunderstanding...? Dis-under, wait wh..."
She paused for a moment, hands wringing together as she examined their current location. "Where are we?"
"Cannibal Town!" Alastor exclaimed jovially. "There's a friend of mine I think you should meet."
"I — I'm sorry," Talia stammered out, gaze darting about nervously as she chose to speak up, "We're in what town?"
Charlie glanced over at Talia, expression soft yet mirroring anxiety as well. "In Cannibal Town? But it's... surprisingly nice here."
