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]

Who knew this was Ray-san's biggest weakness all along...

[selfimmolates]

I hate all of you except Sieg.

[covenantal]

[ Ah, Yu clutches his chest, teetering to one side as if struck. ]

To be hated by Ray-san... I don't know if I'll survive...

[requiemed]

Love you too, kid.

[symphonise]

[ She makes a heart with her hands at him. ]

[heartmunculus]

... Thanks, I think.

You like me?

[selfimmolates]

Your existence is currently less annoying than anyone else's in this room.

[requiemed]

Words hurt, Ray.

[selfimmolates]

Then it sure is a good thing that there's no rule about hurting people back this week, isn't it?

[requiemed]

I feel compelled to tell you you're a punk anyways.

[heartmunculus]

I try not to be annoying.

[selfimmolates]

You're succeeding so far.