>>68536088 >>68536106 >>68536111 >Me and Reeda are on a date at the mall >Its been great, we saw a movie, had lunch, and did some shopping >Then Reeda had the bright idea to drop three tabs of acid , in the middle of a crowded mall, at peak hours >She said she'd be fine, but the last time I left her unattended I returned to find her picking through a garbage can. >Now I'm holding her by the hand, leading her through the mall so she won't wander off and get arrested >I'd just take her home, but she's the one that drove us here, and I'm not letting her drive like that. >I'd do it, but I don't have a license, and while that doesn't bother me, Reeda refuses to give me the keys over it. Keeps saying something about insurance rates. >Just as I'm starting to consider leaving her car here and taking the bus, my phone buzzes in my pocket. >Its in my left pocket, which is also the side holding Reeda's hand to keep her from wandering off like a retarded toddler >I awkwardly reach my right hand around to pull my phone from pants pocket. >I keep fiddling with it, trying desperately to dig my hand into the tight jean pocket from the wrong direction >This is probably the only time in my life I wished I was wearing cargo pants >At last I get it out and >"Oh shi-" >It falls out of my hand and onto the floor >I scramble forward to grab it before someone steps on it and accidentally kick it across the hall in the process. >I chase after it, luckily managing to get it before anyone stepped on it. >I pick it up and heave a sigh of relief, no cracks, just a notification for a missed call >The number is a scam likely >'Fantastic' >I shove my phone back in my pocket and suddenly notice the conspicuous lack of skunk smell in the air >I turn around to see that Reeda is gone >I had let go of her hand while chasing my phone >Frantically I scan the passersby for her silhouette >Not there, not there, not... >"Thank Raptor Jesus." >That wild red mane is unmistakable (1/2)
>>68536742 >I frantically rush over to her >"Reeda. Reeda!" >I put my hand on her shoulder >She turns around and... that's not Reeda. >Apart from the hair she looks nothing like her. She's got different eyes, different face, different clothes, different... fur >Fuck, she's not even a saurian >And she's staring at me >Oh shit she's staring at me >Some weirdo bald skinnie just ran at her shouting and grabbed her by the shoulder >Holy shit she's gonna call the cops! >I'm gonna go to jail! >Fuckfuckfuck >"Sir?" >Whuh >She's looking at me in utter bemusement >Raptor J Christ, I hope I didn't say any of that out loud. >"Did you want something?" She asks, sounding thankfully only confused. >Thank God >Wait! >She asked you a question, think of something! >Come on, just give her an answer before she thinks you're a psycho >COME ON! COME ON! >"i'msorryithoughtyouweresomebodyelse" >She continues staring at me, confused >This is it, Anon, you're screwed >Enjoy living the rest of your life as a sex offender >Being forced to tell all your neighbors, not being allowed near schools >Wait, would that mean I'd get expelled >But that doesn't happen >She doesn't scream or tell me to get away >She just turns around and walks off >Huh... >"Who's she" I nearly jump out of my skin at the voice in my ear >I don't have to look, I can already tell who it is by the smell. >"Reeda, where the hell did you go?" >She stops and thinks for a second, scratching her head. >"Oh, sorry dude. I had to use the bathroom. Didn't mean to ditch you." >She grins that half lidded stoner grin at me >"Whatever, lets just go home." >"Sure, dude." >Only when she reached into her pocket did I release the monkey's paw had juat curled its finger >Am I gonna have to fight her for the keys >"Relax dude, I'm not gonna drive like this. I'll call Fang and get her to pick us up." She says, pulling her phone out of her pocket. >I heave a heavy sigh of relief