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Min-ji may have beat up a performer and stuffed him in a random barrel she found lying around.
“What? What’s wrong?” Turney asked.
“Just a little…incident. Nothing to worry about,” he lied with a wide smile.
OCTAVIUS
What did he do?
SCARLETT
Insulted my species.
OCTAVIUS
Deserved. No matter, just put the barrel in a locked room somewhere and I’ll deal with it later. Have Min-ji lock-lock it. If you know what I mean.
SCARLETT
Understood.
OCTAVIUS
Love you, bestie! <3 :D ;3
SCARLETT
Love you, too.
Octavius hummed and dropped his phone back into one of his flap pockets. A problem to take care of later. He blinked when he found Turney still staring at him.
“What?”
“You got this look on your face when you were typing…”
“A look? Whatever do you mean?” he asked innocently.
“It was angry, and then it turned slightly evil.”
“Nonsense. You are seeing things. Come, let’s be off!” He looped his arm through Turney’s and tugged him along.
He was initially headed towards the next person on their now updated list…but he suddenly got a better idea. Octavius pulled Turney into one of the atmospheric rooms he’d created. No actors, just them. He sealed them inside, locking the door as Turney was looking around. He had created a fake graveyard; there were tombstones, grass, fog, moonlight, and even a breeze! All fake. Though, pretty impressive, if you asked him.
“Who are we looking for now?” Turney eyed the room grimacing, but he still let Octavius guide him to the center of the room near a nice, flat patch of grass.
Octavius ignored the zombie’s question, and instead, loudly announced, “This is the perfect place!”
Turney raised a brow at him. “The perfect place for what?”
He began to giggle maniacally, making eyes at his zombie bun.
“Octavius…there’s been a literal murder!”
Octavius pouted. “Well, it’s not like the victim is going anywhere. And the perpetrator is trapped!”
“Trapped on a large ass property with many places to hide,” Turney pointed out. “And what if they aren’t trapped?”
He waved his concern away with his hand. “Not my problem. I’ll just blame the reaper. Now then…” Grinning widely, he grabbed hold of Turney and tossed him down onto the fake grass.
