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]

Comments

[heartmunculus]

I guess alcohol is the first thing people think of when it comes to being indulgent.

[A god threatening an android with a wine bottle.

... What a strange sight that must have been.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[selfimmolates]

Since he knows our options are limited here, he prefers stuff that you actually put effort into. So yeah, a dessert you make yourself isn't too bad of an idea.

[symphonise]

I gave him a flower arrangement, and he put it on his head because he didn't know what it was.

[ So. There's that. ]

[selfimmolates]

[STIFLING A LAUGH]

Seriously?

[symphonise]

I'd tell you to laugh if you want to, but I don't know if that'd count as disrespectful or not.

[ She nods. ]

Yeah, I told him ikebana is an art, and he was like, "I have been told I am a work of art!"

[ She mimics putting on a hat. On top of the hat she's already wearing. ]

[selfimmolates]

... I guess I'm not surprised.

[requiemed]

He told me drinking with him counted as a task, so... I believe it.

[heartmunculus]

Are you old enough to drink?

[requiemed]

This place isn’t exactly governed by a normal legal system, you know.

[heartmunculus]

... That's true.

[requiemed]

I’m just surprised he gave one out for something that easy.

[heartmunculus]

When did you talk to him?

[requiemed]

Early last week... Monday or Tuesday, probably.

[symphonise]

[ She laughs. ]

For real? I wonder if that'll work for anyone or if he just liked you enough.