WHO: Much and Leila WHEN: Right after Marian's post about the dunny dungeon WHERE: Leila's place again WHAT: What even IS this story we're in? WARNINGS: TBA
It was a mixed up Much that stomped his way over to Leila's, his head spinning with unbelievable things. Marian had made a prison for the Sheriff in the toilet at the Sly Fox and was planning to keep him there. Forever, if she had to. Both Tuck and Stutely had known about it and she was still doing it which meant that two of the great moral centers of the group hadn't changed her mind.
Hadn't tried? Hadn't wanted to? Had tried and hadn't been able to?
He kept replying to messages on Marian's post as he walked from the subway station to Leila's place, only looking up from his phone every now and then to make sure he wasn't being followed. Maybe he should have been more paranoid but honestly there were only so many emotions a man could feel at one time and Much had hit his limit.
He was really trying not to be purely reactive with his replies. He'd even stopped walking entirely and leaned against a lamppost when he'd written his post to Stutely about how it wasn't fair of him to expect Much to put all his trust in a Greek goddess he'd talked to, like, once. He'd really focused on that one!
And though Much had stormed out of the Parsonage because he didn't want to look at Tuck, knowing that Tuck had known and just let it happen, by the time he got to Leila's they'd cleared it up enough that he didn't feel like he needed to keep his distance from Tuck. But, he still wanted to see Leila anyway. It was going to be way easier to figure out his own thoughts when he wasn't feeling kind of mad-confused-betrayed at the person he was talking to, and Leila fit none of those bills.
He knocked a rhythmic beat on her door, then tried the handle, but it was locked. Good girl he thought, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for her to answer.