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]

[ ...

He only smiles, but for a moment the look he gives her is very vulnerable. ]

Sorry.

[ He's not sorry. ]

[symphonise]

Will you talk to me later?

[ She makes a hand gesture that's supposed to be mean "about knowing Love" but if no one gets it, it's what she deserves. ]

[covenantal]

You have to ask?

[ teasing. ]

[symphonise]

Some things, I won't force, but if you won't resist, I'll wring everything out of you.

[ She maybe sounds more evil than she should, saying that. ]

[covenantal]

[ He's just laughing, lifting his hands in a warding motion. ]

I wonder if I should feel afraid...

[symphonise]

You should always be afraid.

[covenantal]

Somehow, when we talk, I feel as if I should be carrying a talisman against evil.

[symphonise]

My, go ahead and spread that around, and see what happens to you.