“Merry, I have only a little over a day on my rental on the south side of the sim. Let’s just move in together.”
“Hmm.” She leaned her head against the back of the chair, thinking of the choice she’d made again.
“We’d, er, have to move into a bigger place with more available prims.”
“I have a really nice, feathery bed,” he said more seductively. “Wouldn’t fit in here with the little devils, butt…”
“One day, huh?”
“Yeah.” He looked around the room. “You could have Satan’s spawn just have their run of the place. Only 50 lindens a week. We could get a better place. Not on my side of town,” he continued. “Nothing going on over there.”
“Maybe next door,” she proffered, thinking of the bill again.
“Maybe next *door*,” he echoed, offering his hand to hers. They drew each other in for a celebratory kiss. She changed again.
“What about the other Herbert?” Hucka Doobie logically asked.
“Sent away,” I responded. “Too old at the core of it.”
“Core,” responded Hucka. “Interesting word.”
“She decided last night. At the Faux Rhino.”
“That was just… satisfactory.”
“*Just* satisfactory?” the other Herbert, Herbert Gold, replied with widening eyes. He had tried his best. He knew he didn’t have anything more in him than that.
His Mission had failed.
Oh well. Back to April Mae in that Fi sim he can never remember the full name of, pheh. He left her a 100 linden bill on the bar counter before leaving. Just enough for a week’s rent in that new place she’d had her eye on for a spell.