This choice: Midnight rings the doorbell... And a chubby Kangaskhan Moemon answers the door.. • Go Back... With everyone on her team submerged underneath the porch, Midnight raised one pruney finger to touch the doorbell and let it fall back to her side patiently. The silence that followed was only broken by the heavy rain that constantly fell in the background. "Maybe nobody's home?" Fontina peeped from behind her leader, "Yeah, this place gives me the creeps anyway, why don't we just-" Ali's input was ignored however, because Midnight's superior hearing picked up on the faint tapping of footsteps inside the seemingly abandoned mansion. "Shh!!" she hushed her younger companions with a finger to her pursed lips, "Someone's coming!"
Ali and Fontina followed Midnight's example and cupped their ears up to the heavy door, now hearing the muffled footsteps with their own ears. They got closer and closer to the door as the footsteps themselves grew closer themselves until finally they stopped. The moemon exchanged confused glances before their support gave way, sending all three of them tumbling to the cold wet ground! "Yes, can I help you?" a delicate voice asked from above.
"OW!!" Midnight whined, having landed flat on her face with her nose breaking the fall, "THAT REALLY HURT YOU-"
Fortunately, Fontina decided to cut off Midnight there before she said anything too stupid. "Uh, yes, sorry about that." she said as she brushed herself off, "My friends and I were just anxious to get out of the cold and-" she, in turn was cut off by Ali who had her own way of explaining things, "Yeah, so since the storm's not letting up, do you think we could stay with you for tonight?" she asked politely... "We won't rob you."
They all stared at the woman behind the doorframe with pleading eyes; she appeared to be a Kangashkan moemon with a slight weight problem. To the more observant (meaning only Fontina in this situation) one could see that her chubby body was adorned rather comfortably in a maid's outfit; thus meaning that it wasn't her decision if they stayed or drowned outside. Still, it wwould be nice to get out of the rain if only for a little bit.
She was silent for a minute, before her chubby cheeks cracked a smile. That smile turned to boistrous laghter, "Ahahaha, well I would certainly hope not!" she howled, sending a vibration that carried throughout her entire body in a quaking jiggle, "Please, come in." she said courteously. She was met with less than polite responses as even the reserved Fontina quickly barged in and out of the rain. She stifled another fit of laughter as she watched them all dry off, namely Midnight's idea of shaking her entire body like her namesake pokemon. "You poor things." her tone was honest and sincere, "You must be chilled to the bone!"
They had to agree with the chubby woman, every inch of them was soaked down to the bone (except maybe Ali, who was wet every other inch) Fontina took it upon herself to remove her powder blue poncho, pulling it over her head to reveal her "smart girl" apparal. As she resituated her round glasses on her face, she couldn't help but notice just how dark it was in the mansion.
"Forgive my asking ma'am, but do you live alone here?" she inqueried, only for Midnight to shut her up. "Don't bug the woman who's letting us spend the night here." she said rudely as she adjusted her bra back over a boob shaken loose in her earlier attempt to get dry. "I don't think she said anything about letting us stay yet..." Ali corrected her solemnly, "HEY SHUT UP PIPSQUEAK!" Midnight barked, "SAY IT TO MY FACE DOG BREATH"
"Actually..." the woman continued, politely ignoring the less refined members of the party...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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