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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[covenantal]

What is it?

[selfimmolates]

It'll take an innocent alignment off the suspect list.

[covenantal]

[ whoa, sugoi. ]

That's pretty amazing. [ somehow, he can't help a faint smile. ] Dedicated as always, Ray-san.

[symphonise]

[ Nonon applauds to echo the sugoi sentiment. It seems flippant, but it's genuine. ]

You're really raising the bar.

[selfimmolates]

I can't take too much credit. I got the idea from Zoe's glasses.

[symphonise]

I'll applaud Guitar Girl, too.

[requiemed]

I told you my name over a week ago.

[covenantal]

"Guitar Girl" ... it's cute.

[ no one asked you yu ]

[requiemed]

I don't trust your standard of cuteness.

[wow]

[covenantal]

[ wow!!!!!!!!! ]

Is this about Pizza-kun?

[ BE NICE TO PIZZA-KUN ZOE ]

[requiemed]

The apron. The coat. The list goes on.

[covenantal]

Neither of us picked the coats!

[ he's being ATTACKED over here ]

Poor Pizza-kun. At least he's not here to have his feelings hurt.

[symphonise]

Do you think the apron would have to fight back?

[covenantal]

I would fight for Pizza-kun's honor no matter what.

[ he's like

dead serious

i hate this? ]

[requiemed]

You are the most embarrassing person I know.

[It's said fondly, at least.]

[symphonise]

Yeah, and how often have you heard me use anyone's name here?

Stupid bowl cut. [ She points at Yu. ] Cutie. [ She points at Ray. ] When will the gods let him be the dragon he is, so I can see? [ She points at Sieg. ]

[requiemed]

[A beat, and then:]

Cutie. I like it.

[Sorry, Ray.]

[symphonise]

[ She grins. ]

I thought it was fitting.

[heartmunculus]

At the end of the game, I think? Since I was in that form at the very beginning.

[symphonise]

It should be sooner.

[heartmunculus]

I'm not sure that's the kind of thing the gods would be willing to gift for a favor.

[heartmunculus]

You really work hard.

[selfimmolates]

... Thanks.

[heartmunculus]

Was it from Indulgence?

[selfimmolates]

Yeah, that was the reward, so thanks for helping out.