Room 605 - Dr. Bebe & Breanne

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This is Dr. Bebe's digs, ya dig?!
Bryce's mom moved in a few weeks later.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Dr. Bebe paced. Wil had awakened her a few minutes ago, and she told him she'd see the patient in her apartment. Beau. Been a while, eh monsieur? The knock came. She let them in - just Beau and Monty.

Monty-
"Here ya go, doc. It's a tumble dried french guy."


Dr. Bebe-
"Merci, Monty. You can stay for now."


Monty-
"Thanks."

She sat Beau down on a barstool she had brought closer to the lights. She turned on a mini-flashlight and began inspecting him.

Dr. Bebe-
"What did you do to yourself, garçon?"


Beau-
"...It is 'ard outside..."

The man's voice was quiet and hoarse compared to the last time, and his eyelids were heavy, falling closed frequently. The grubby dog flopped on the floor in a rather undignified way, completely exhausted. They both smelled like salt water and mildew.
His vitals seemed okay, he seemed to have a slight head-cold and was obviously tired and stiff.

Dr. Bebe-
"I'm given to understand it's not so bad through much of downtown. Did you scale Capitol Hill, or some such folly?"


Beau-
"No it's *groan* downtown, not friendly sometime..."

Notably he seemed to be again, missing anything other than his dog, clothes and a rather undersized flashlight.

Dr. Bebe-
"Well, lesson learned, maybe this time you'll stay...?"

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

A FEW NIGHTS LATER...


Dr. Bebe's sleep was quick and profound, a canoe trip down a violet river through a tunnel to a cemetery. A large-chested lady in a macabre-themed showgirl costume walked sexfully into the place through movie-set cobwebs and started giving a lapdance to a tombstone.

She shook the sleep out of her eyes and used her hands to paddle up to the shore. She walked through the headstones, her bare feet touching the smooth hard-packed dirt below loose dead grass. She paused about thirteen feet from the woman.

Dr.Bebe
"Um. Pardon me, madam, but I--"

The lady was surprised and stood up suddenly. The doctor thought she saw a scaly tail disappear behind the tombstone, then all was still.

The lady-
"Eres muy temprano. Esperar a que el maestro de ceremonias para llegar."

Dr. Bebe-
"Umm... OK?"

There was a rumbling at her feet and she stepped back, toppling a styrofoam headstone. A more realistic corpse burst from the earth and spasmed in place a few moments. Then, suddenly,

Claws ripped through its chest. Something was coming from underneath, digging its way through. The limbs and head went slack and bobbled as the spine was destroyed, and then,

A giant armadillo emerged, blood painted on its face in the shape of a moustache and eyebrows.

It picked up a cane and twirled it a little, then spoke.

El Maestro-
"¡Bienvenidos a las Historias de la Cripta! ¡Huahuehuahuehuahue!"

((Based on a weird Kelly daydream.))

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Midday, the subsequent of when the returning happened, some time ahead of nekomata vengeance, this...

Breanne-
"Hooo, what a day. Hm-dee-hm..."

Breanne got back from a morning of busy-bodying and courtesy work. There was a knock at the door. Who could that be?

Seth-
"Hi Breanne, do you think we could talk for a bit...?"


Breanne-
"Is there a problem with my work? What's going on?"


Seth-
"Oh no no, you're great. It's about something else. I wondered if um, we could talk about Bryce."


Breanne-
"Ooooh, haha. That boy. Come in."

She led Seth inside and automatically opened a candy dish of snacks and retrieved an Arizona iced tea from a mini-fridge. She poured the drink into two glasses and sat opposite the president at the coffee table.

Breanne-
"So, is my bubbeleh into the dope again?"


Seth-
"Haha, well that wouldn't be too controversial around here, would it? Well, how do you think he's doing? I've been away from home a lot lately."


Breanne-
"I don't know. He's distant and sassy and lazy... Pretty much like when he was fourteen."


Seth-
"Haha, that's him alright. Hey Breanne, I wanna just tell you something straight, errr... so to speak."


Breanne-
"Oh?"


Seth-
"Uh, I'm gay. Me and Bryce are y'know, a couple. I think it's important that you know..."





METAPHORICAL SMALLNESS!!!

                                 
                                  Breanne-
                                  "Em... Um..."


Seth-
"Hey y'know, no worries. I know you probably gotta process it but Bryce is a sensitive guy as you know, I think he really wants to be close to you. I'm gone a lot so I think it could be really nice if he could have you to talk to and be like, totally honest."

                        ELSEWHERE!

                               
                                Bryce-
                                "Feel like someone just sold me out big time..."

Back in the room,

Breanne-
"Uh, I don't, uh, are you? Uh... Sure?"


Seth-
"Oh yeah! I think it would really break the tension and--"


Seth-
"Wait-- oh you mean about being gay? Uhm, yeah, pretty sure. There's actually tons of gay people here, it's kinda uncanny."


Breanne-
"Well, uh, yeah, I knew about some of those kids from th-three twenty, but, ... My boooy? I ... He always had girls around him, I didn't... Did... I don't know..."


Seth-
"Aww, well if you wanna talk about it, I'm here. Otherwise I can get out of your hair if you'd like."


Breanne-
"N-no! Don't... I ch-cherish gay people, I do, I just..."


Seth-
"Uh huh..."

Bryce was so gonna owe him after this one.