week 3; sunday; love group

[selfimmolates]

[a questionable child, a dragon doormat, a protag with a growing harem, a shitlord musician, and a team normal walk into a bar (game room) (on sunday morning)...

aka just tag/top-level/threadjack as you like, there are five of us so what is order]

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[selfimmolates]

She'll forgive you, if she ever held it against you to begin with. She really does like you, you know.

[covenantal]

[ He's ... quiet. Very, very thoughtful. ]

I know. I like her, too.

[ That seems to be all he can say about it before he ducks his chin, shaking his head. ]

[selfimmolates]

[...

he gives yu a bit of a pensive look himself, but he'll move on.]

[covenantal]

[ Glancing at Ray, he opens his mouth as if he'd ask something--

... hesitates, shakes his head, and whatever it was, he lets it go. ]