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Posted: Sat, 04/11/2023 06:31 (10 Months ago)
Miyako Hiroto
"Great. That's settled." She tried to make herself let go of Shi, but it proved too difficult and she conceded, instead only snuggling her tighter. "Well then," she mumbled in her ear. "Wanna do dinosaur nuggies, or watch some stupid Disney movies? I'm down if you're down..."
Her eyes fluttered shut. Do you want to watch Cinderalla?
The word was on the tip of her tongue. But she couldn't say it. It felt wrong almost. As if she were betraying her own memories, her own understanding of the past.
Posted: Sat, 04/11/2023 06:45 (10 Months ago)
❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️
There was a way out of here. They just hadn't found it yet. The… people that died wouldn't die in vain. Right?
just how naïve am I? Stupid Lucian, stupid. You know that's not how it works.
"S-sorry, I just... Y'know-..."
No… Akari, I know… I know. I know it's stupid. I know it's foolish. But I can't just give up on everyone here, I-
"...it's alright. really."
"Lucian it's..." Lucian saw Akari's hand heading to rest behind his neck, and he had a brief worry that the Ultimate Engineer might be injured there. But he didn't want to be intrusive, and…
"Not that I don't think I can, it's just..."
He… did believe in himself. That was… That was good, but, Lucian still had a feeling about what was coming next. And he wasn't wrong.
"I don't want to."
"...Akari, I…"
Oh… he… didn't want to. Lucian couldn't say he blamed him. Who wanted to try to escape from this place?
Lucian was just chasing a vague hope of the future. A future that could be better. A time and place where everyone could heal, and be friends… and things would be okay.
"...I'm sorry. I… can't say I blame you. I'll be here if you need me, okay?"
Even if I probably can't hope more to help than just a little.
"...Yeah. Maybe..."
The look in his eyes just… crushed him. Lucian knew that look all too well. He just… tried to offer Akari another smile, but it was hard.
"Pasta is fine, I guess."
Lucian nodded affirmatively. "...okay."
He then pulled out the sticks-that-somehow-soften-and-turn-into-noodles, as well as sauce, cheese, and various assortments of vegetables, as well as numerous cooking utensils such as knives and spoons and a cutting board and stuff and I'm falling asleep writing this part
"...Need any help?"
"I think I should be alright… But… if you want to," Lucian offered.
He didn't particularly need help, but he didn't want to risk making Akari feel worthless, or guilty, or anything of that sort. If he wanted to help, he wasn't going to stop him. Plus, Akari might interpret Lucian saying he really didn't need any help as a rejection.
. . .
After Kathy was… gone, he usually wound up doing things by himself. They used to do almost everything together. She was the only person he could trust, the only person who he could truly enjoy the company of. Back then…
Back in a world where he rarely knew of people who were truly kind, she was a treasure of the sea. And he… he missed her. He missed her so much. She did nothing to deserve what happened.
Lucian was so sick of violence and death. He just couldn't bring himself to become a medical practitioner for that reason, even though he had an interest in medicine. Kathy had always wanted to become a doctor, though.
…yet… she never got the chance. And that left even more of a bitter taste in his mouth about the whole idea. So… being a therapist… was alright.
You still saw so much suffering, in the sad eyes and tired faces… but… it was still better. Lucian wanted to help people, he just… he couldn't stand to see things like that again.
He always wanted to believe people could be better. And once he saw that they really could be, he didn't want to go back to the alternative.
Lucian Arbred knew how cruel the world could be. And yet, in a way, he ironically held something of a childlike, most innocent hope. That he could help others with his life, that it wasn't all a waste.
That was all he was important for. All he was supposed to mean. He…
He considered himself everyone's friend, in a way, but really, he was more so just everyone's therapist. Everyone's helper.
Because the idea of friends would mean he meant something. And Lucian didn't want to mean something. If he meant something when he passed on… people would be hurt. They would mourn.
He didn't want them to cry for him. And yet, so ironically, he wanted to make a difference. To make everyone's lives a little better, every day.
It hurt to care about others. It hurt to worry about them. And yet he did it anyway, because… he… couldn't be like that. He had to do better than them, everyone could be better than… that.
Yet he held no hatred in his heart for them, at least… mostly. After all, it was more a pitiful thing. When one is trapped inside of a life of great difficulty, of so much pain, suffering, and violence.
Then, the peace was shattered. Horatia's bisected corpse greeted them all inside a coffin. Those dead, dead eyes. And Kaoru, who he had believed in, and called a friend… she just hung there. So limp. So… fragile.
Futatabi and Mei, gone too, just like that. And Lucian was once again trapped in a hopeless situation he never wanted to be in again. It would be better to die, than to see others suffer, and to be unable to do anything to help.
Welcome back to the real world, Luke. Did you miss it?
🦋Darcy Harper's POV
An entire floor underneath the school. It was... Well, not exactly unsurprising, but... What was down there? He wondered if he should dare look.
...
He looked over at Miyako and Shi, who were just caught up in their own world together. Kubo and Idris had run off. Who the hell knew where everybody else was?
Would he... Go alone?
...
He could bring Sawyer with him. They'd immediately be enthusiastic about this sort of thing. But probably unlikely to take it seriously. Still... It couldn't hurt, right?
Honestly. Big rule in those dumb poor-quality horror movies. Don't even think about it, Darcy Harper.
Creeeeak.
Darcy.
CREEEAK.
Okay, I guess we're doing this.
Taking a deep breath, Darcy steadied himself and...
-- fell right through the floor, forgetting there were no stairs or anything, and screaming like a five-year-old.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Sat, 04/11/2023 16:25 (10 Months ago)
Narrator
Because Serendibite is useless and lazy she has decided she will give Spriggy context for what's happening.
Miyako Hiroto
Miyako jumped. "WHAT THE HELL!" she screamed. "WHAT IS IT WITH EVERYONE AND JUMPING INTO BOTTOMLESS PITS LATELY!"
She thought Darcy had more sense than that. Apparently not, and apparently Darcy also wanted to be added to the list of very dead people. Or well, he would be, when she got her hands on him.
Posted: Sat, 04/11/2023 17:29 (10 Months ago)
🦋Darcy Harper’s POV💌
Darcy attempted to remember something he thought he once heard once, regarding safety when it comes to falling from a high place, and somehow managed to bend his knees and feet into position, just as the sickening sensation hit.
With a sickening crunch, he fell to the floor, rubbing his head despite that fortunately not having gotten injured. He was pretty sure he’d at least twisted his ankle, badly, if not having broken at least one of his limbs. They winced, and attempted to assess their surroundings.
…for some reason, he found himself thinking of something stupid in that moment. How in the world would he get to prom in time now? That was the least of his concern, and he scolded himself for thinking of something so stupid. It was probably a trap orchestrated by the bear anyway.
It was probably far more worrying that he was in this unfamiliar place down here, completely alone, and what’s worse, injured. He attempted to stand up, finding that his legs were somehow even shakier than usual, and one of them refused to do any more than limping. Oh, great.
Well, at the very least, maybe he’d find something useful down here. What was even going to be going on in this floor? He set to exploring the various nooks and crannies, trying his best to ignore the pain in his limbs. God, that hurt.
📚SAWYER LAURENS’S POV🍭
When they tilted their head to the side, the human face did so also. Sawyer tapped the air, but the air felt solid. The figure did the same. They felt deeply puzzled, and confused. Why was this person(?) copying them?
Sawyer found themself adjusting… the object on their face… what was it? It felt strangely familiar in their fingers. They thought they recognized the weight. It was all so confusing. Why had they been here?...
The figure’s hair in the mirror was strangely ruffled. The eyes were blinking tiredly, and the mouth opened and closed. Sawyer was deeply perplexed, to say the least.
Bandages. And… this strange redness… what was it? Why did they have sauce on their hands? Had they been cooking? …cooking?
They strained to remember.
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Getting ready, right? Ready for… what?
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Thinking was difficult. Everything was so… confusing.
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Bandages. How had they known those were bandages?
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Getting ready…
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For… prom? Was that what it was called? Something very fun. Right? And… who were they going with, again?
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Darcy. Where was Darcy? Why weren’t they here?
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They should… go look… right? Yes. Search. Begin the operation!
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Operation… doctors…
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Never mind. Best not to think about that. Sawyer stumbled out of… wherever they were… they were… getting ready there, right?... what was that place called… why was there that strange human in there… that copied them?...
“Helloooo?” The word came out unexpectedly, as they roamed the halls. Who had said that? Why was… nothing… lining up? Did I say that? Could I… have…
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Two… people? In the kitchen. They thought they… recognized one of them… the other… looked faintly familiar. There was… a smell… Sawyer thought they recognized that smell…
“Mom?” they half-whispered. “Mom, is that you?”
❄lucian arbred’s pov🕊
Sawyer. He hadn’t seen them in a little while. And what they were saying… seemed even stranger. They’d lost their memory recently, right? Lucian tried to keep cooking, but…
”Mom? Mom, is that you?” What? What were they… something about the situation must have reminded Sawyer of something. Something regarding their childhood, maybe. Maybe… it was the fact Lucian was cooking something. Maybe their mother had done the same, that would seem about right.
”hello, Sawyer… you doing alright? It’s me, Lucian… do you remember?” He spoke especially softly and gently to the Ultimate Loremaster. They seemed so… confused.
“Lucian?” they asked. Lucian was relieved to hear they weren’t speaking so quietly anymore. It had seemed unlike them. But there was this deeply perplexed expression on their face. “I… don’t know. Alright?...”
…did… they not remember what that was anymore? Okay. Stay calm, Lucian, just take this one step at a time. They’ll be okay.
”I was just… making some pasta. For Akari. You… remember them. Right?”
Lucian watched as Sawyer turned to Akari. Something flickered in their eyes, some faint recognition.
“Oh, right! I met you… a little earlier, right? How… long ago? Akari!” They smiled as they said the words. “Great to see you, friend! Did you say… pasta?”
They were… certainly very confused. At least they remembered “meeting Akari for the first time” a little earlier. But it had certainly happened a lot sooner than that. Lucian decided not to push the issue. Although, he was… a little worried Sawyer didn’t remember them. They hadn’t spoken as much since… what happened to Kaoru, but… still…
They also seemed to… show some faint recognition regarding pasta. They had wondered if their mother was in the kitchen. Sawyer certainly must have at least forgotten… the situation… if they were wondering if their mom was in here.
Poor Sawyer… I hope that their mom is okay right now. Who even knows what’s going on in the outside world right now? Surely… someone would have realized something was wrong… after receiving no word from us for days, he thought. Not… my family, but surely… at least some of the people here. Unless… could the mastermind have been forging letters from all of us saying everything is alright? Is that too much of a stretch to imagine? They went to a lot of trouble to orchestrate this.
”...would you care to join us?” he asked. It… couldn’t hurt to ask, right?
Sawyer stared at the cooking food in front of them. They stared, and stared, in an eerie silence. "Okay!~" they chirped, and then took to trying to cut vegetables with the handle of the knife.
"...it... um... goes the other way." Lucian gently tried to adjust it.
"Ohhhh. Gotcha."
There was this strange look in Sawyer's eyes as they did it. As though there was... something... threatening to emerge. Something vaguely familiar.
He just hoped Akari wasn't too disturbed at having witnessed this as he tried to just get back to cooking. What was with... that look in Sawyer's eyes?
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Sat, 04/11/2023 18:03 (10 Months ago)
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"I'll be here if you need me, okay?"
Not again... He said that before, didn't he? Tried to give Akari reassurance, a shoulder to lean on, allowing him to be vulnerable, but...
No, he couldn't. Not again, not again.
He simply stood in this little spot in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and keeping to himself. There wasn't much he wanted to say after that, he only just got lost in thought.
His head hurt, he was tired. His irritated eyes really made sure he knew it.
"Mom?"
"Mom, is that you?"
Akari almost jumped, but still jolted awake from his dozing after hearing the sudden words spoken from the entrance. "Jesus, who-" He muttered under his breath, looking towards the location of the intruder. Huh. It was Sawyer. Been a while since he last saw them, not ever since...
The kitchen incident, right? Funny how that works. Well, he didn't recall ever seeing them, but Darcy...
They looked confused. There was a lost look in their eyes, a somewhat blank expression plastered on their face. The way Sawyer spoke, the way they just looked so... Confused, it was concerning to say the least.
Lucian had already tried talking to them, Akari only stood back in silence. He wasn't sure exactly what he could do, didn't exactly think he could be useful anyways. Well, that is until his name was mentioned. Lucian said they were making pasta "together"
“Oh, right! I met you… a little earlier, right? How… long ago? Akari!”
“Great to see you, friend! Did you say… pasta?”
Akari was a little lost for words, unsure of how to take the situation. "Uh... Hey..." He held his hand up for a small wave, his expression not exactly matching the welcome. Admittedly, he was a little confused as well. "Everything... Alright, Sawyer?" He hesitantly asked, watching as Sawyer miserably failed to handle a knife.
Failed to handle a knife, huh? Then... The hell was that look for?
From what he saw of this impossible optimistic, Akari didn't think that them and knives had anything to do with each other. So then... Why the look of familiarity? Sure, he didn't cross the thought of Sawyer having experience with cooking out of his mind, that would be a reasonable explanation
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 00:12 (10 Months ago)
"If it had some kind of special murder weapon, he'd be singing like no tomorrow. But he hasn't. Meaning it's something actually useful to us. An actual reward."
Idris nodded in agreement. He wasn't actually paying attention.
"Possibly... even a clue to the identity of the mastermind. The one orchestrating it all."
Idris paled a little. Mastermind....he forgot about that.
Mastermind, eh? It was one of the Ultimates, it had to be.
Ugh, another reason for his trust-issues.
"So then...you first? Y'know, to check that it's not a death trap?"
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 01:35 (10 Months ago)
Kubo Atsushi
"Really feeling the love here," Kubo deadpanned. Rolling his eyes, he nevertheless stepped into the corridor, and flicked on the light.
Immediately, it illuminated the hallway. It branched off into three seperate directions, each lined with, what he counted to be six doors. He made to check again, but-
Eighteen ultimates, he realised, hand faltering. Eighteen talents. A door for each of us. Even the dead...
"It's all good!" he called out. "Your meatshield has assessed the situation and guarantees your safety!"
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 10:44 (10 Months ago)
He snickered. "Sooo...we allowed to check our own?
Also, what about the dead..."
He paused.
Could he? Could he check....hers?
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 14:02 (10 Months ago)
Kubo Atsushi
"Yes." He closed his eyes, willing away the trembling in his voice. "I considered that. I suppose there should be nothing to stop us."
It hurt, honestly. Breaking into a room meant for Kaoru? A room acquired at a price- her and Horatia's lives. The idea felt wrong, almost slimy.
Did Idris want to see Kaoru's room? Did he suspect she had something to do with the mastermind? Or was this simply to hurt him? To take revenge for what he said...
No. He wants to see Mei's.
The realisation hit him directly in the chest. His next breath came out shaky.
He's being genuine. Right now, he's scared. He wants me to go first so that he doesn't have to. He needs me to suggest that lab.
"Come with me," he told him softly. "We'll face whatever's in there together."
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 20:50 (10 Months ago)
Shi stared as he dropped down into the floor she'd just decimated. "Not to be morbid, but who's considered responsible if... something happens?"
Oh, but isn't it obvious?
You probably could've stopped it, after all
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 21:29 (10 Months ago)
"We'll face whatever's in there together."
He scowled.
"I'm no wimp okay? I can do this on....I can do this on my own." Idris spat.
He shuddered.
"Imma check my area....and then I'll poke around, 'kay?"
I need to check hers.
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 21:44 (10 Months ago)
Kubo Atsushi
Kubo fought down his temper. "I'm not calling you a wimp. You think I want to be here? Poking around in their labs?"
He laughed, dry and cracked.
"I need you about as much as you need me. I admit it, okay? If you're a coward, I'm a coward too."
Idris' face, struggling. Desperately trying to keep the emotions under wrap. Not letting the little light of hope creep into his eyes, nor the sadness or fear.
"You're not a wimp," he said. "Farthest thing from it."
I am, he admitted silently to himself. Hence why I hate you. You're too brave. Too moral. All that noble sh*t Kaoru loved. I admire the way you love Mei enough to go in regardless, and in turn, I hate you for it.
Miyako Hiroto
Miyako shrugged. "Probably the idiot who designed these floorboards. It's not your fault they're terribly breakable and Darcy has the survival instinct of a drunk seal with a knife."
She chuckled dryly. "...dumbass."
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 21:46 (10 Months ago)
Akora's eyes snapped open quickly. Alarm flooded her, then relief washed over her. Solaro was sitting close beside her, asleep still.
Akora yawned. Did we fall asleep? Embarrassment sparked through her.
...
Solaro looked cozy. The warmth Akora felt for Solaro banished the chill in the air. Akora took this moment to assess Solaro. Her face, usually covered in some sort of makeup seemed pale in the dim light. Her hair glittered bright orange and was clean and fluffy, as always. A black streak cut through the orange, similar to Akora's streak of purple.
Akora wanted to reach out and pat Solaro gently, as she once did, but she stirred and blinked open her emerald eyes.
Solaro
Solaro blinked herself away. She felt warm, despite the cool air.
She focused, and her eyes met ones of Sapphire blue.
She opened her mouth to screech, but the person infront of her slapped their hand over her mouth.
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 22:20 (10 Months ago)
"I'm not calling you a wimp. You think I want to be here? Poking around in their labs?"
He shrugged. "Maybe. You're a detective, right? Don't you like to poke around?"
"I need you about as much as you need me. I admit it, okay? If you're a coward, I'm a coward too."
"I don't need you." Idris hissed, too quietly to hear.
"You're not a wimp-"
"Farthest thing from it."
Idris nodded. "You're damn right. I'm no wimp."
....you sure about that?
He sighed.
"So, which door first?"
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 22:32 (10 Months ago)
Kubo Atsushi
Which door first?
Kubo winced. It was painfully obvious. The deaths which unlocked this place. Horatia and.... Kaoru.
No matter how much he might want to go for the Ultimate Gambler's lab first, it didn't make sense. Not logically or emotionally. Idris didn't want to go there, and it likely had nothing of value to begin with.
Maybe he could try some bullshitting. Lying and exaggerating the importance of Futatabi's room. Hey, guess what, guys? The rando neither of us cared about is suddenly important. He knew Idris wouldn't object.
But he was sick and tired of that crap, and he knew Idris would see right through him, even if he agreed. They'd decided to come here. The choice was made, and backing out at this point- now that would be wimpy.
"In order of death," he said quietly. "We'll go from Horatia onwards."
Posted: Mon, 06/11/2023 03:22 (10 Months ago)
"That's one hell of a... simile? Metaphor? English is for the weak, Русский для сильных." Shi giggled as she stared a little too intensely at the boards. "Still, why are those boards so weak? It feels... planned."
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Posted: Mon, 06/11/2023 03:34 (10 Months ago)
Miyako Hiroto
"I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded romantic, so, I love you too." Miyako laughed. She wrapped an arm around Shi and rested her head on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it, darling. Darcy's fine. I doubt anything could kill him at this point."
He survived Sawyer all these years. If he can take someone who brandishes a knife in a bathroom stall and threatens to make you into pasta, then he can survive a few loose floorboards.
...Probably.
"Do you want to try out the second floor? See if there's any hot spots to take a date?"
Posted: Mon, 06/11/2023 07:12 (10 Months ago)
❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️
"Uh... Hey... Everything... Alright, Sawyer?"
...yep. Akari was definitely freaking out. Mission failed. We'll get 'em next time. Lucian couldn't say he wasn't freaked out too, so that made two of them. Why did Sawyer have that look on their face?...
Sawyer blinked. They stared at the knife. They kept chopping. Chopping. Then they just stared at the vegetables with that same perplexed expression... Like they'd forgotten what they were supposed to do.
They put the knife down, and proceeded to excessively adjust their glasses. It was... Odd. You'd think they'd just adjust them once, maybe they were lopsided a little, but they kept doing it. Like they weren't even sure what their glasses were supposed to be.
"...glass," they whispered, and Lucian wasn't exactly sure he'd heard that right. Sawyer was always something of a weirdo. But not a skulking, quiet weirdo... It just... It didn't seem like them. But then they turned to look at Akari and smiled.
📚SAWYER LAURENS'S POV
"I'm doing fine, Akari! Just fine!" They told him eagerly. "Is the pasta going to be done soon?"
The other figure... What was his name... Lucian?? exchanged a look with Akari for some reason, and tossed the vegetables into the... pot. That was... What it was... I think. "soon... we haven't gotten all the components together yet."
Sawyer squinted. What did... That mean? Not all the components?
Like a puzzle you couldn't quite make sense of. Something was missing. Something you had to remember. But you couldn't remember, you couldn't forget. And yet... You couldn't remember...
But...
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Sawyer stared at the shiny blade. It looked...
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So familiar.
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Just like that day.
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What day?
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❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️
There was this... Strangely glassy look in their eyes. It was so odd. It looked like they were doing whatever they were doing completely unconsciously.
"wow! Sawyer... Um... Thank you, that's enough, now."
Chop chop chop chop.
"...Sawyer?"
Chop chop chop chop.
"Sawyer!"
Lucian didn't want to react in such an extreme way, but he immediately tried shaking them gently by the shoulders. Why weren't they responding?!
In a sudden motion, Sawyer dropped the knife to the floor. They glanced around, looking quite confused again.
"...Sawyer, are... You really alright? Y-You... Look like you zoned out there."
"The... Twilight Zone?" they asked curiously. "Another new episode?"
Lucian sighed. This was hopeless. They misinterpreted everything that was said. And... What was with that?! They were definitely not okay.
Does Darcy deal with this... All the time?
Feeling a certain sense of helplessness, Lucian decided to just go get Sawyer to sit at the table. After all, they might accidentally hurt someone with the--
He blinked. Wait. Were those bandages on their hands?? Come to think of it, there seemed to be bloodstaind underneath. It... Looked like they already hurt themself.
"um... Sawyer, why don't you go sit over there? We'll... Let you know when it's done?"
Sawyer merely stared at Lucian, and then slowly, awkwardly walked towards a chair, and then faceplanted onto the table. Well. Yeah, that certainly seemed like sitting.
...this was so strange. And not in a good way. If only he could think of something that might help...
🦋Darcy Harper's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Mon, 06/11/2023 15:00 (10 Months ago)
Hot, fire
"The only hotness I need in my life is you." She giggled. "But sure!"
Posted: Mon, 06/11/2023 21:07 (10 Months ago)
Third Person POV
"Hey, Shi..." she began, her excitement cooling off as she noticed the expression on her face. "Is everything okay? You seem kinda sad..."