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 doesn't even say anything. Only offers another small shake of his head. It's clear he doesn't want to dwell on it. ]

[requiemed]

[After a few moments:]

Do you need help deciding who to go to?

[covenantal]

It's something I'm thinking about. We could use my choice to help in the final trial, or protect a god without many followers left.

[requiemed]

...It's hard to know which god that'll be.

[She pauses.]

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I would choose Cunning.

[covenantal]

[ Yu inclines his head. They both know Cunning's powers are useful, but he wants to hear her reasoning. ]

[requiemed]

[She pauses for a second, shifting a little uncomfortably.]

Art of Detection is pretty helpful. And... I owe him one, enough that I should at least bring him up as an option.

[covenantal]

[ Yu spreads his hands. ]

Actually, I owe a favor to Indulgence. And since he's low on followers as it is, I might be able to solve two problems at once if I defect to him. The downside is that his powers might not be too useful to us.

[requiemed]

[She nods.]

You should make whatever choice you're most comfortable with. I just thought I'd mention him as an option.

[selfimmolates]

If it's any consolation, Cunning and Piety—the favourite to win among the gods themselves—have an agreement to work together if either of them wins, so it won't be the end of the world if Cunning somehow ends up as the victor anyway.

[requiemed]

That’s good to know. And Cunning...

[She pauses for a second, thoughtful.]

He might not be as bad as I thought the first few weeks.

[selfimmolates]

Whoa.

[requiemed]

Shut up.

[selfimmolates]

[love you too]

Did having to spend a week with him change your mind?

[requiemed]

I guess.

[She shrugs.]

He taught me how to play chess and showed me where the fireworks hidden in his wing were so we could watch them go off. [...]>/small> Yesterday he took off his mask so I could punch him in the face.

[Bonding.]

[selfimmolates]

[...

he snorts.]

[requiemed]

[jan why would you do this]

He looks a lot more normal than I expected. It was kind of jarring.

[selfimmolates]

[<3]

What were you expecting?

[requiemed]

I don’t know. I just didn’t really take him for the jeans and t-shirt type, you know? I guess also just didn’t expect him to be...

[Hm. How to say this...]

Hot. He was hot.

[zoe this is a serious meeting]

[covenantal]

[requiemed]

[she's reaching out to the truth!!]

[heartmunculus]

[... Well okay then.]

What were you expecting?

[requiemed]

I just said I don't know, so...

[selfimmolates]

[uhhhhhhh]

[requiemed]

I refuse to deny this objective truth despite the way you're all looking at me right now.

[symphonise]

[ Nonon bursts out laughing. ]

All you boys should let Zoe have eyes. There's no harm in looking.

[ especially if she punched him, too ]