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Follow me on tumblr for updates: <li><a href="https://www.tumblr.com/loveafterdeath-if/" target="_blank">T</a></li>"I don't have all day," Athiel clicks $a_their tongue impatiently, stopping in $a_their tracks to wait for you. "Would it kill you to hurry the fuck up?"
$a_They taps $a_their foot impatiently as $a_they watches you struggle with the bags $a_they's dumped on you.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">> You narrow your eyes at $a_them, lifting the overflowing bags pointedly. "How about you shut the fuck up. I'm trying to keep up but your damn bags slow me down."<<else>> You raise an eyebrow, lifting the overflowing bags pointedly. "Well, maybe I'd be faster if I wasn't the one lugging around all your stuff."<</if>>
"Excuses, excuses, always excuses," $a_they huffs with a shake of $a_their head. "That's all I ever hear from you."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">> You roll your eyes, shoving past $a_them. "Let's just keep moving."<<else>> You close your eyes shut with a deep breath before walking past $a_them. "Let's keep moving."<</if>>
You don't know how things got to this point. For the most part, $a_they had ignored you during the week $a_they spent at your place. When $a_they wasn't ignoring you, $a_they was either complaining or antagonizing you. Honestly? You preferred when $a_they wasn't around at all.
But then this morning, out of nowhere, $a_they came to your room and simply told you to get ready. $a_They didn't say why, and you thought it was like "be presentable and meet me downstairs to talk," not a "get ready, we're heading to the mall" situation.
That's why you're here in just a casual t-shirt and shorts, not exactly dressed to impress. That's only when $a_they told you to follow $a_them to $a_their car that you realized this was more than just a quick chat.
$a_They didn't give you a chance to change into something more appropriate. Of course, when it's not $a_them strutting around in $a_their pajamas, it doesn't bother $a_them in the least. Who cares if you look like you just got run over by a bus? Certainly not $a_them, that's for damn sure. You have no clue why you let $a_them stay at your place–
No. That's not exactly true. You know exactly why you've let $a_them stay at your place. $a_They's $namee's little $a_brother, someone $namee loved more than $a_their own parents. You're not exactly thrilled about the situation per se, but it's not like you can just kick out $namee's $a_brother. You can't bring yourself to do it. Not when $a_they meant so much to your late $e_boyfriend. Not when $namee always made an effort to be there for $a_their sibling. Now that $namee is gone, you can't find the strength in yourself to push Athiel away.
<<cycle "$kickout Athiel" autoselect>><<option "Well, you did try to get $a_them out of your house. It didn't work unfortunately...">><<option "That's why you didn't try to kick Athiel out of your house.">><</cycle>>
Now you find yourself trailing behind $a_them, weighed down by $a_their many purchases, as $a_they barks orders at you to pick up the pace.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C2">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF - 1>>"No, what the fuck is wrong with <i>you</i>," $a_they snaps back, scratching the back of $a_their neck with frustration. "Are you gonna cry again and again forever?"
"I'm not crying right now though, am I?" you frown at $a_them, fists clenching tightly.
"You're constantly looking like you wanna die, <<if $grief == "bottleupokay">>you think you're so good at hiding it but <i>I</i> can see it! But <<else>><</if>>maybe you don't like when people tell what's what, and that's too bad for you because I won't be all nice and gentle just because you can't handle the heat–"
"I lost $e_them, what do you want me to do?" you snarl. "Should I be happy just for you to feel better?"
People around you give you both furtive glances, some starting to murmur. You don't care. Your glare stays fixed on Athiel's as the $a_man looks away with a frustrated sigh.
How can $e_they ask you to do something that is impossible? You can't force yourself to feel better. You don't even know how you could. You need time, and as much as you want to control time to heal, you fucking can't.
$a_Their shoulders sag, and for a second you see a flash of regret in $a_their eyes before $a_they makes it disappear. "Alright... Maybe I was... a bit..."
It seems too difficult for $a_them to even manage a proper apology. You scoff, walking past $a_them, your shoulders tensed. You should've stayed home. You knew this would end badly with $a_them.
You hear $a_them sigh in frustration behind you. "<i>Great</i>. That's just <i>awesome</i>."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C15">><</button>><<set $LF to $LF + 1>>Athiel turns $a_their glare your way, lip curling slightly. "Shut it, before I make you shut it."
You arch a brow right back at the pouty blondie. "Is that supposed to be intimidating? Because it's really not working for you."
Ekissa lets out a low whistle, grinning widely now that the blondie is seething. "Oh shit, here comes the claws."
Athiel clenches $a_their jaw, ready to pounce at any second now but before $a_they can unleash what's sure to be a delightfully venomous retort your way, $namet cuts $t_them off with a look.
"Don't even think about it."
Athiel narrows $a_their eyes and opens $a_their mouth like $a_they might actually try to argue, but then seems to think better of it with an irritated huff. "Whatever. You people aren't even worth the effort anyway."
Beside you, $namel is openly laughing, clearly not even trying to conceal $l_their utter glee at the situation. "Oh this is already fun."
"My thoughts exactly." you huff a laugh.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C104">><</button>><<set $LF to $LF + 1>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>Athiel scoffs loudly. "Yeah because that's exactly how we're gonna shut up, by taking deep breath and listening to saint $name."
"Athiel," $namet gives Athiel a stern look that makes the blondie purses $a_their lips.
"I said deep breath, Athiel," you look over your shoulder to give $a_them a pointed look.
"How about you give me a break," $a_they snaps, lifting $a_their chin in defiance.
"Just do what they say," Ekissa clicks $j_their tongue.
Athiel hisses. "Stay out of this, asshole."
"Both of you, deep breath, <i>now</i>." you tell them, Ekissa muttering something under $j_their breath while Athiel mimics you with a mocking voice.
But thankfully, they both decide to listen, <i>for once</i>. You nod in approval. "There you go. Again, nice and deep."
"That's it, let all that teenage angst go," $namel croons teasingly. "Just breathe through those hormonal temper tantrums, Athy."
"Shut. Up." Athiel bites out through gritted teeth, but there's less venom in $a_their tone this time.
You shoot $namel a look as the old $l_man only smile at you. Focusing back on Athiel and Ekissa, you smile "There, see? Wasn't so hard to just chill for two seconds, was it?"
"Can we just get where we're going already?" Athiel grumbles after a tense beat. "I need a damn drink at this point."
"You and me both," Ekissa agrees dryly.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C104">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>>Athiel immediately glares at you as $a_they jabs an accusing finger towards Ekissa, who simply rolls $j_their eyes. "What problem? $j_They's the problem! $j_They's always the one starting, I'm only defending myself."
"Real mature response there, princess," the gruff artist drawls. "It's always my fault anyway, never the blondie princess over there."
"Would you quit calling me that already?" Athiel snaps.
In the front seat, $namel is openly laughing, clearly not even trying to conceal $l_their utter glee at the situation. "Now now children, let's use our inside voices, shall we?"
"Stay out of this," Athiel bites out, rounding that murderous glare on the older $l_man.
$namet pinches the bridge of $t_their nose as $t_they says flatly. "If you two can't get along, I'll make you if you keep going."
"We're not five, $namet," Athiel protests with an eyeroll. "You can't punish us like misbehaving brats."
"I don't know about that," you comment.
"I can and I will if that's what it takes," $namet returns evenly, obsidian gaze boring into Athiel's. "Am I making myself clear?"
A tense beat passes as Athiel's jaw ticks mutinously. But then, as if deflating, some of the fire seems to bleed out of $a_their glare. $a_They tears $a_their gaze away, shoulders dropping.
"Yeah, whatever. Crystal," $a_they mutters reluctantly.
Ekissa simply shrugs.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C104">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>><<set $LF to $LF + 1>>$namel barks out a laugh from the front seat. "Peaceful? Sweetheart, I think you may have gotten your hopes up a tad too high on that one."
Ekissa snorts derisively. "Peaceful? With this bunch? Not a chance."
"Hey now," $namel pipes up, flashing you a grin. "I'll have you know I'm a perfect angel. There's no one as saintly as me."
Your brows lift in amusement. "Is that so? My mistake then, Ekissa clearly misjudged the pure, innocent soul behind the wheel here."
"Exactly," $namel agrees with an approving wink.
A disbelief scoff escapes Athiel at that. "Don't even try to play the victim card here, old $l_man. We all know you're just as much of a deviant as the rest of us degenerates."
"Old $l_man?" $namel arches one brow theatrically before a smirk form on $l_their lips. “It’s true that you look like a baby next to me."
Athiel predictably bristles at the jab. "I'm not a baby, you arrogant asso—"
"And we're off again," Ekissa mutters, rolling $j_their eyes skyward as if praying for patience. Patience being the last thing present in this car.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C104">><</button>><b>17:44
Somewhere in Serenity Peak</b>
Leaning against the front of the car, you take in the breathtaking view of the sparkling cityscape that stretches out before you from $namel's spot. The towering skyscrapers are illuminated by a warm, golden glow against the dusky purple sky, their countless windows twinkling like stars.
You don't realize how much time you’ve spent just looking at the view.
A winding river snakes through the heart of the city, reflecting the glittering lights that line its banks in a dazzling display. In the distance, streaks of vibrant orange and pink hues paint the horizon. Looks like you'll have a beautiful sunset.
But you watch the horizon without seeing, lost in thoughts. The others let you have your space without you having to ask and you realized they probably came for you, probably proposed this outing for you, to support you in a way. This outing wasn't intended for you all to 'bond' but for you to just <i>breathe</i>.
You breathe in.
It's time for you to try to at least stop hurting yourself with what happened, you won't forget but you'll try to actually <i>live</i> with it. You have to forgive yourself for something that's not your fault. You have to accept help from others. It won't be easy, but you can't keep going like this.
You breathe out.
You can do it.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C105">><</button>>"How about a picture?" $namel proposes lightly, already opening the driver door to grab $l_their camera from $l_their glove compartment.
You blink, tearing your gaze away from the view to eye the old $l_man.
"That's a terrible idea," Athiel comments as $a_they joins you by sitting on the hood of the car next to you. "I'm not posing next to dumbass number one, two and three."
You're not sure if you should be grateful $a_they didn't point $a_their finger in your direction when $a_they enumerated the three 'dumbasses'. You'll take it as a compliment.
The last two don't waste time joining you, Ekissa taking a seat on the car hood on your other side and $namet standing in front of you. You feel almost cornered.
"What do you think, $name?" $namel ignores Athiel to come stand next to $l_their $t_son with a grin aimed your way. "Just a pic for you to frame and hang in your living room or your bedroom if you want to see my pretty face every morning."
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*[["The only pretty face I'd frame is mine," you say playfully.|Chap1C106]]
*[[You scrunch your nose. "That's not gonna happen."|Chap1C107]]
*[[You tilt your head. "Why would I even want to frame a pic of us and display it in my house?"|Chap1C108]]
*[["Oh yeah, I can see it already," you close your eyes, channeling your inner fortune teller. "Maybe I should get one pic of only you too. Just to frame your face and pin it everywhere in my place."|Chap1C109]]
*[["In my bedroom?" you huff a laugh. "Now that's an idea."|Chap1C110]]"Hey, I look like a work of art. I'm sure you'd be super glad to have my frame somewhere at your place," $namel protests. "What do you think, $t_son? Back me up here!"
$namet merely raises an eyebrow, remaining as stoic as ever. "I have no opinion on the matter."
"It's okay, $t_son," $namel hums before a slow smile spreads on $l_their mouth. "I know my worth. I'm beauty incarnate."
"As if," Athiel scoffs.
"Don't listen to this spoiled brat," $namel tells you with a wink. "You know I'm the real prize here."
"Hard pass," Ekissa pipes up from your other side.
Undeterred, $namel meets your gaze. "C'mon $name, let’s take this pic."
"Do I have a choi–"
"Nope," $l_they beams at you as $l_they chases you all away from $l_their car to place the camera where you were sitting. After hitting a button, $l_they hurries and takes wide steps backward. "C'mon!"
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue irritably. "Better make it quick before I change my mind."
$namel's hands make big gestures for you to hurry up and join $l_them but no one seems very excited about the idea. It's only when $l_they gently grasps your wrist to position you next to $l_them that the others follow suit with Ekissa standing on your other side, $namet next to $namel and Athiel next to $namet.
"Now say cheeeeese!" $namel chirps, earning collective grimaces as the flash temporarily blinds everyone.
Even taking pictures is a challenging task for this group. When you all start to disperse, $namel retrieves $l_their camera, squinting at the screen before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Is it really that hard to crack a smile?"
"Who even says cheese these days?" Athiel pushes $a_their strand of hair behind $a_their shoulder, holding out a hand expectantly. "Gimme this."
$namel raises a brow at Athiel, probably tempted to refuse the blondie before giving the camera as Ekissa takes back $j_their place on the car hood and $namet stands behind Athiel to look curiously above the model's shoulder at the screen. You join too.
The photo is... well, not the best shot you saw of yourself. No surprise that Athiel somehow managed to look model-perfect even with $a_their nose scrunched up. Perks of being a professional, you guess.
"This isn't as bad as I thought," Athiel smiles smugly, eyes on only $a_them like the arrogant $a_man $a_they is. "I'm as pretty as I expected to be."
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*[["You're always pretty," the words slip out before you can stop them, a faint flush creeping up your neck.|Chap1C111]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Travis.|Chap1C112]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Tracee.|Chap1C112]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, your best friend.|Chap1C113]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Leon.|Chap1C114]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Luna.|Chap1C114]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You shrug. "If you say so."|Chap1C115]]"Aw come on, it'll be a fun memento," $l_they cajoles, holding up the camera hopefully. "Just one."
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue. "Over my dead body will that stupid photo haunt any walls of mine."
"No one said it was for you, and, y'know, you're supposed to actually have walls of yours in the first place. Or were you talking about your parents’ place? $name's place?" Ekissa shoots back. You have to stifle a laugh at Athiel's affronted scowl.
$namet eyes the camera warily. "It could be a good...experience."
The older $l_man softens $l_their smile. "You don't have to keep it forever. Just a little snapshot to look back on someday."
"Do I have a choi–"
"Nope," $l_they beams at you as $l_they chases you all away from $l_their car to place the camera where you were sitting. After hitting a button, $l_they hurries and takes wide steps backward. "C'mon!"
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue irritably. "Better make it quick before I change my mind."
$namel's hands make big gestures for you to hurry up and join $l_them but no one seems very excited about the idea. It's only when $l_they gently grasps your wrist to position you next to $l_them that the others follow suit with Ekissa standing on your other side, $namet next to $namel and Athiel next to $namet.
"Now say cheeeeese!" $namel chirps, earning collective grimaces as the flash temporarily blinds everyone.
Even taking pictures is a challenging task for this group. When you all start to disperse, $namel retrieves $l_their camera, squinting at the screen before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Is it really that hard to crack a smile?"
"Who even says cheese these days?" Athiel pushes $a_their strand of hair behind $a_their shoulder, holding out a hand expectantly. "Gimme this."
$namel raises a brow at Athiel, probably tempted to refuse the blondie before giving the camera as Ekissa takes back $j_their place on the hood of the car and $namet stand behind Athiel to look curiously above the model's shoulder at the screen. You join too.
The photo is... well, not the best shot you saw of yourself. No surprise that Athiel somehow managed to look model-perfect even with $a_their nose scrunched up. Perks of being a professional, you guess.
"This isn't as bad as I thought," Athiel smiles smugly, eyes on only $a_them like the arrogant $a_man $a_they is. "I'm as pretty as I expected to be."
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*[["You're always pretty," the words slip out before you can stop them, a faint flush creeping up your neck.|Chap1C111]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Travis.|Chap1C112]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Tracee.|Chap1C112]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, your best friend.|Chap1C113]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Leon.|Chap1C114]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Luna.|Chap1C114]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You shrug. "If you say so."|Chap1C115]]"Well, it could be a nice memory I suppose." the old $l_man shrugs.
Ekissa snorts. "Yeah, a memory of why none of us should ever be let near a camera again."
Athiel rolls $a_their eyes. "Speak for yourself, not all of us look like a troll like you."
"As if your arrogant ass deserves a pic with us," Ekissa shoots back.
Their bickering washes over you like white noise by now as $namel chimes in. "C'mon, let's take this pic."
"Do I have a choi–"
"Nope," $l_they beams at you as $l_they chases you all away from $l_their car to place the camera where you were sitting. After hitting a button, $l_they hurries and takes wide steps backward. "C'mon!"
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue irritably. "Better make it quick before I change my mind."
$namel's hands make big gestures for you to hurry up and join $l_them but no one seems very excited about the idea. It's only when $l_they gently grasps your wrist to position you next to $l_them that the others follow suit with Ekissa standing on your other side, $namet next to $namel and Athiel next to $namet.
"Now say cheeeeese!" $namel chirps, earning collective grimaces as the flash temporarily blinds everyone.
Even taking pictures is a challenging task for this group. When you all start to disperse, $namel retrieves $l_their camera, squinting at the screen before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Is it really that hard to crack a smile?"
"Who even says cheese these days?" Athiel pushes $a_their strand of hair behind $a_their shoulder, holding out a hand expectantly. "Gimme this."
$namel raises a brow at Athiel, probably tempted to refuse the blondie before giving the camera as Ekissa takes back $j_their place on the hood of the car and $namet stand behind Athiel to look curiously above the model's shoulder at the screen. You join too.
The photo is... well, not the best shot you saw of yourself. No surprise that Athiel somehow managed to look model-perfect even with $a_their nose scrunched up. Perks of being a professional, you guess.
"This isn't as bad as I thought," Athiel smiles smugly, eyes on only $a_them like the arrogant $a_man $a_they is. "I'm as pretty as I expected to be."
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*[["You're always pretty," the words slip out before you can stop them, a faint flush creeping up your neck.|Chap1C111]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Travis.|Chap1C112]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Tracee.|Chap1C112]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, your best friend.|Chap1C113]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Leon.|Chap1C114]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Luna.|Chap1C114]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You shrug. "If you say so."|Chap1C115]]"Yeah, I can already see it in my bedroom," you continue before cracking one eye open.
"Just me?" the old $l_man tilts $l_their head. "I mean, if you–"
"They're fucking with you. God, are you always so naive?" Ekissa sighs in exasperation.
$namel only smiles at that. "My bad. So? This pic?"
"Do I have a choi–"
"Nope," $l_they beams at you as $l_they chases you all away from $l_their car to place the camera where you were sitting. After hitting a button, $l_they hurries and takes wide steps backward. "C'mon!"
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue irritably. "Better make it quick before I change my mind."
$namel's hands make big gestures for you to hurry up and join $l_them but no one seems very excited about the idea. It's only when $l_they gently grasps your wrist to position you next to $l_them that the others follow suit with Ekissa standing on your other side, $namet next to $namel and Athiel next to $namet.
"Now say cheeeeese!" $namel chirps, earning collective grimaces as the flash temporarily blinds everyone.
Even taking pictures is a challenging task for this group. When you all start to disperse, $namel retrieves $l_their camera, squinting at the screen before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Is it really that hard to crack a smile?"
"Who even says cheese these days?" Athiel pushes $a_their strand of hair behind $a_their shoulder, holding out a hand expectantly. "Gimme this."
$namel raises a brow at Athiel, probably tempted to refuse the blondie before giving the camera as Ekissa takes back $j_their place on the hood of the car and $namet stand behind Athiel to look curiously above the model's shoulder at the screen. You join too.
The photo is... well, not the best shot you saw of yourself. No surprise that Athiel somehow managed to look model-perfect even with $a_their nose scrunched up. Perks of being a professional, you guess.
"This isn't as bad as I thought," Athiel smiles smugly, eyes on only $a_them like the arrogant $a_man $a_they is. "I'm as pretty as I expected to be."
----
*[["You're always pretty," the words slip out before you can stop them, a faint flush creeping up your neck.|Chap1C111]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Travis.|Chap1C112]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Tracee.|Chap1C112]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, your best friend.|Chap1C113]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Leon.|Chap1C114]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Luna.|Chap1C114]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You shrug. "If you say so."|Chap1C115]]<<set $AF to $AF + 1>>$a_Their face contorts in an uncomfortable expression as $a_they passes a hand over $a_their face. "Look, I'm just saying that–"
"I know what you're saying and I want to drop the topic," you cut $a_them off, voice tight. "Please."
"Just hear me out–"
You're starting to think $a_they's deliberately trying to pick a fight with you right now. But you don't want to. You don't have the energy for that. "Athiel."
$a_They closes $a_their mouth, locking $a_their gaze with yours.
"Do you wanna argue right now? Is it what you're trying to do?" you ask with a small frown, your tone stays calm, though. It's hard, but you keep your emotions in check.
"No, I just want you to understand–" $a_they pauses, $a_their shoulders sagging as $a_their eyes dart away with a huff. "–I don't say this to piss you off. But it's whatever."
"If you don't want to piss me off, why do you choose words you know will hurt me?"
At that $a_they falls silent, brows knitting together. You can see it, $a_they's confused. Of what? You don't know. Of course $a_their words would sting, why is $a_they acting all confused? $a_They could've chosen $a_their words and talked about it without throwing harsh words in your face, but no, that seems impossible for someone like $a_them.
You don't give $a_them a chance to respond, shaking your head and walking ahead.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C15">><</button>>"A good one, am I right?" $namel wiggles $l_their eyebrows playfully.
"Doubt it." your best friend comments under $j_their breath.
"You're just jealous you don't have one special place on $name's wall." Ekissa narrows $j_their eyes at the old $l_man but the other one only smiles at you. "So? This pic?"
"Do I have a choi–"
"Nope," $l_they beams at you as $l_they chases you all away from $l_their car to place the camera where you were sitting. After hitting a button, $l_they hurries and takes wide steps backward. "C'mon!"
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue irritably. "Better make it quick before I change my mind."
$namel's hands make big gestures for you to hurry up and join $l_them but no one seems very excited about the idea. It's only when $l_they gently grasps your wrist to position you next to $l_them that the others follow suit with Ekissa standing on your other side, $namet next to $namel and Athiel next to $namet.
"Now say cheeeeese!" $namel chirps, earning collective grimaces as the flash temporarily blinds everyone.
Even taking pictures is a challenging task for this group. When you all start to disperse, $namel retrieves $l_their camera, squinting at the screen before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Is it really that hard to crack a smile?"
"Who even says cheese these days?" Athiel pushes $a_their strand of hair behind $a_their shoulder, holding out a hand expectantly. "Gimme this."
$namel raises a brow at Athiel, probably tempted to refuse the blondie before giving the camera as Ekissa takes back $j_their place on the hood of the car and $namet stand behind Athiel to look curiously above the model's shoulder at the screen. You join too.
The photo is... well, not the best shot you saw of yourself. No surprise that Athiel somehow managed to look model-perfect even with $a_their nose scrunched up. Perks of being a professional, you guess.
"This isn't as bad as I thought," Athiel smiles smugly, eyes on only $a_them like the arrogant $a_man $a_they is. "I'm as pretty as I expected to be."
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*[["You're always pretty," the words slip out before you can stop them, a faint flush creeping up your neck.|Chap1C111]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Travis.|Chap1C112]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Tracee.|Chap1C112]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, your best friend.|Chap1C113]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Leon.|Chap1C114]]<<else>>[[Your eyes seem to stay on someone else on the pic, Luna.|Chap1C114]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You shrug. "If you say so."|Chap1C115]]<<set $AL to $AL + 1>>A shocked hush falls over the group at your unexpected slip and all of sudden, you're suddenly aware of what you've just said. Especially in front of everyone. Your eyes stay fixed on the pic, trying to ignore their gazes. Even Athiel seems caught off guard, mouth parting slightly as $a_they turns to meet your eyes.
Heat crawls up your neck at the attention. You don't think you would've been so embarrassed if you were actually alone with Athiel and not… with a public around you two watching you like hawks.
Taking a breath, you rush to clarify. "I-I mean...objectively speaking of course. As a model. You know what I mean."
$namel's lips twitches in amusement. Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes but $namet gives the faintest smirk. Only Athiel remains frozen, ocean blue eyes searching your face as if seeing something new.
The tension stretches until–
"Well, it's true," $namel says, breaking the spell. You look away when $l_they continues. "But I think the photo turned out perfect overall, wouldn't you say?"
Murmurs of agreement rise, allowing the subject to carefully drop. Athiel watches as the others drift away again, only blinking back to $a_themself when $namet touches $t_their shoulder.
"Thanks...I guess." $a_their words barely reach your ears before $a_they too turns, though lingering confusion remains written in $a_their features.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C115">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>Your gaze lingers on $namet, mouth not quite curled into a grimace like the others. It's barely there, but it's a grimace all the same just in a $namet fashion way. You smile despite yourself. $t_Their features are as striking as usual, something about those dark eyes and stoic expression is... distracting.
You find yourself wondering what lies beneath that unreadable mask. Nothing seems to faze $t_them and it's rare to see $t_them smile, not fully at least. It's always those tiny smiles, barely making $t_their dimples pop out. You find yourself wondering if there's a reason behind these stoic and unreadable expressions or if it's just $t_them being $namet.
A flutter stirs in your belly as your gaze searches and finds the real $t_man behind Athiel, observing $t_them.
Blinking, you look away.
You can't think of this... things, especially not right now. You've already got wounds to heal, you don't need more complication.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C115">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>You can't help the small smile tugging at your lips as you study Ekissa's face on the picture. Even with $j_their features scrunched up in an exaggerated grimace, there's something endearing about $j_their expression. That expression looks like the dozens of pics of $j_them you have in your phone. And this is just as amusing.
Your friend catches you looking and immediately scowls. "Wipe that smirk off your face, it can't be that bad."
"I wouldn't say that," you contain a laugh.
$j_They snatches the camera from Athiel to peer closer, only to groan. "Ugh, kill me now. Why did I ever agree to this?"
You bump $j_their shoulder playfully. "For the memory, remember? I think it captures us all perfectly."
"Don't remind me," $j_they grumbles, giving Athiel the camera and sitting back on the car hood.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C115">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>Here $l_they is. While the others are grimacing, $namel is beaming. You squint your eyes, looking closer and that’s when you realize. $l_They's beaming at you, not at the camera. You tilt your head, observing $l_their features, the dimple popping out, $l_their gray eyes staring at you.
Looking so adorable should be criminal.
"$name?" Ekissa's voice jars you from your thoughts. You blink up to find questioning eyes on you from all sides.
"It, uh, came out better than expected," you quip lightly before taking a step back. You have to distract yourself from the strange soft flutter in your chest.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C115">><</button>>Regaining your place next to Ekissa, you stare ahead, thinking back of the call you had from the doctor Vastherki last week. You were half-asleep and it gave you a good minute before processing her words after you hung up on her.
She was drunk. You don't know how to feel about a drunk doctor calling you to apologize for your dead $e_boyfriend. It's not like she's got superpowers to bring $e_them back.
<<cycle "$talk2doc" autoselect>><<option "But you still want to see her and have a talk with her.">><<option "You shake your head, it's not important.">><</cycle>>
"Wanna share your thoughts?" Ekissa pulls you out of your thoughts with a curious look.
$namet and $t_their $l_dad exchange a brief look from where they're standing nearby before looking back at you. Meanwhile Athiel—after passing the camera right back to its owner—sits next to you, eyeing $a_their nails nonchalantly.
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*[[You sigh. "Nothing much, just..."|Chap1C116]]
*[["I was thinking about doctor Vastherki," you say in a matter-of-fact tone.|Chap1C117]]
*[[You smile briefly. "It's not... important."|Chap1C118]]
*[["Ah nothing," you try to grin. "Just thinking about something."|Chap1C119]]
*[["I was thinking about something I wanna forget," you shake your head.|Chap1C120]]
*[["Nothing." you say, daring them to pry.|Chap1C121]]Ekissa nods slowly, waiting patiently for you to elaborate.
"I don't know," your shoulders drop. "Last week, doctor Vastherki called me."
Athiel tears $a_their gaze away from $a_their nails to frown pensively. "She called you?"
Ekissa throws a deadpan look at Athiel, but Athiel ignores $j_them when you nod.
"She was crying and apologizing," you explain, fingers drumming against your thighs. "She was drunk too."
Athiel's frown deepens in confusion while $namel chooses $l_their words carefully. "Maybe she feels guilty because she couldn't do... much?"
$namet nods in agreement. "Maybe."
You hop off the car. "It doesn't matter."
You stretch your arms overhead, letting out a yawn before freezing mid-motion.
You forgot about Juliet.
Emilia spent the whole week <<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>showing up with her husband every evening like clockwork, their worried expressions asking about your decision regarding Juliet and her actions<<else>>sending her kids to ask you about what you're planning to do about the Juliet situation.<</if>> Truth is, you've been avoiding thinking too deeply about whether to press charges or not.
Filing a police report isn't something casual, this isn’t just paperwork, it's real consequences, real drama, real life. Athiel could resent you for that, Juliet could come for round two or assault you with calls, or her husband could show up at your door begging you to drop the charges.
That means more problems, more drama and more stress. That's why, even if you don't think it's a good idea. You'll give her one last chance.
This one last chance is for that time she took your defense when you were in a tough situation. It's for that one time she let you stay at her home when you needed it and when $namee still lived there. That one last chance is the only chance you'll give her. This isn't going to be like those toxic cycles where "one last chance" becomes an endless loop of forgiveness.
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>Emilia and Matteo won't be too happy...<<else>>The little monsters won't be too happy to know their 'villain' isn't getting a jail sentence...<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C122">><</button>>"Doctor Vastherki?" Ekissa echoes your words with a puzzled look. "What about her?"
"She called me, drunk," you explain, brows furrowed. "She was apologizing, she was too agitated to have a proper conversation, all she was saying was sorry."
Athiel frowns, tearing $a_their gaze away from $a_their nails to look ahead in deep thoughts while $namel smiles sadly at you. "Maybe she needed you to know it."
"She did it for herself," Ekissa snorts.
"You don't know that," $namel says, tone softer. "Maybe she needs to talk about–"
You hop off the car. "It doesn't matter."
You stretch your arms overhead, letting out a yawn before freezing mid-motion.
You forgot about Juliet.
Emilia spent the whole week <<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>showing up with her husband every evening like clockwork, their worried expressions asking about your decision regarding Juliet and her actions.<<else>>sending her kids to ask you about what you're planning to do about the Juliet situation.<</if>> Truth is, you've been avoiding thinking too deeply about whether to press charges or not.
Filing a police report isn't something casual, this isn’t just paperwork, it's real consequences, real drama, real life. Athiel could resent you for that, Juliet could come for round two or assault you with calls, or her husband could show up at your door begging you to drop the charges.
That means more problems, more drama and more stress. That's why, even if you don't think it's a good idea. You'll give her one last chance.
This one last chance is for that time she took your defense when you were in a tough situation. It's for that one time she let you stay at her home when you needed it and when $namee still lived there. That one last chance is the only chance you'll give her. This isn't going to be like those toxic cycles where "one last chance" becomes an endless loop of forgiveness.
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>Emilia and Matteo won't be too happy...<<else>>The little monsters won't be too happy to know their 'villain' isn't getting a jail sentence...<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C122">><</button>>"Of course it's important," $namel encourages you with a smile.
$namet eye $t_their $l_dad before adding. "But maybe $m_they $m_dont want to talk about it."
"Yes, but if $m_they $m_do want to talk about it," $namel insists. "Then we'll be here to listen."
"Doctor Vastherki called me, drunk," you explain, brows furrowed. "She was apologizing, she was too agitated to have a proper conversation, all she was saying was sorry."
Athiel frowns, tearing $a_their gaze away from $a_their nails to look ahead in deep thoughts while $namel smiles sadly at you. "Maybe she needed you to know it."
"She did it for herself," Ekissa snorts.
"You don't know that," $namel says, tone softer. "Maybe she wanted to talk about–"
You hop off the car. "It doesn't matter."
You stretch your arms overhead, letting out a yawn before freezing mid-motion.
You forgot about Juliet.
Emilia spent the whole week <<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>showing up with her husband every evening like clockwork, their worried expressions asking about your decision regarding Juliet and her actions.<<else>>sending her kids to ask you about what you're planning to do about the Juliet situation.<</if>> Truth is, you've been avoiding thinking too deeply about whether to press charges or not.
Filing a police report isn't something casual, this isn’t just paperwork, it's real consequences, real drama, real life. Athiel could resent you for that, Juliet could come for round two or assault you with calls, or her husband could show up at your door begging you to drop the charges.
That means more problems, more drama and more stress. That's why, even if you don't think it's a good idea. You'll give her one last chance.
This one last chance is for that time she took your defense when you were in a tough situation. It's for that one time she let you stay at her home when you needed it and when $namee still lived there. That one last chance is the only chance you'll give her. This isn't going to be like those toxic cycles where "one last chance" becomes an endless loop of forgiveness.
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>Emilia and Matteo won't be too happy...<<else>>The little monsters won't be too happy to know their 'villain' isn't getting a jail sentence...<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C122">><</button>>"Right," Ekissa nods, sensing your reluctance.
But $namel doesn't– or decides to ignore it. "It seems important. You know we're here for you to listen, right?"
$namet eyes $t_their $l_dad. "But maybe $m_they $m_dont want to talk about it."
"Yes, but if $m_they $m_do want to talk about it..." $namel insists. "Then we'll be here to listen."
"Doctor Vastherki called me, drunk," you shrug without forced chuckle. "She was apologizing, she was too agitated to have a proper conversation, all she was saying was sorry."
"She apologized?" Athiel echoes, frowning as $a_they tears $a_their gaze away from $a_their nails to look at you as you nod.
$namel chooses $l_their words carefully. "Maybe she feels guilty because she couldn't do... much?"
$namet nods in agreement. "Maybe."
You hop off the car. "It doesn't matter."
You stretch your arms overhead, letting out a yawn before freezing mid-motion.
You forgot about Juliet.
Emilia spent the whole week <<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>showing up with her husband every evening like clockwork, their worried expressions asking about your decision regarding Juliet and her actions.<<else>>sending her kids to ask you about what you're planning to do about the Juliet situation.<</if>> Truth is, you've been avoiding thinking too deeply about whether to press charges or not.
Filing a police report isn't something casual, this isn’t just paperwork, it's real consequences, real drama, real life. Athiel could resent you for that, Juliet could come for round two or assault you with calls, or her husband could show up at your door begging you to drop the charges.
That means more problems, more drama and more stress. That's why, even if you don't think it's a good idea. You'll give her one last chance.
This one last chance is for that time she took your defense when you were in a tough situation. It's for that one time she let you stay at her home when you needed it and when $namee still lived there. That one last chance is the only chance you'll give her. This isn't going to be like those toxic cycles where "one last chance" becomes an endless loop of forgiveness.
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>Emilia and Matteo won't be too happy...<<else>>The little monsters won't be too happy to know their 'villain' isn't getting a jail sentence...<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C122">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>>$a_Their eyes widen slightly, but $a_they does $a_their best to make it disappear as soon as it appears. $a_They huffs a sardonic laugh. "Don't play this card with me."
This is a fucking joke. You're here, on the verge of tears and it's still not enough for $a_them to drop the topic?
"What card?" you clench your jaw, looking up at the high ceiling to blink away the tears. "I don't know what you're searching for, but I can't change just because you want me to. I need time."
"Alright, a month isn't enough. But you can't tell me you're not being a drama queen right now," $a_they retorts with a shake of $a_their head. "It's not like you lost everything, you can always start over and–"
"I don't want to!" you snap, sniffing, chest rising and falling heavily. Some people look your way, murmuring amongst themselves as you release a sharp breath. "I'm sorry if I'm being a drama queen for you, I'm so sorry if you can't stand it, I'm so sorry if I'm not your little puppet who can't do what you want and can't act as if nothing happened."
"Now, hold on, don't put words in my mouth $name," $a_they says through gritted teeth. "I was a bit harsh but–"
"Why can't you let me be sad?" you breathe out, both frustrated and tired of this.
$a_They closes $a_their mouth shut and stays silent, brows knitting together. You can see it, $a_they's confused. Of what? You don't know. Of course $a_their words would sting, why is $a_they acting all confused? $a_They could've chosen $a_their words and talked about it without throwing harsh words in your face, but no, it's impossible for someone like $a_them.
You walk past $a_them, done with this conversation.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C15">><</button>>"Right," Ekissa nods, sensing your reluctance. $j_Their hand reaches out to squeeze your arm before pulling away. "You don't have to tell us."
But $namel doesn't– or decides to ignore it. "It seems important. You know we're here for you to listen, right?"
$namet eyes $t_their $l_dad. "But $m_they $m_dont want to talk about it."
Before $t_son and $l_father start to argue, you say. "Doctor Vastherki called me drunk, she kept apologizing to me. There."
$namel winces, offering you an apologetic smile. $l_They parts $l_their lips, ready to pry, like always.
You hop off the car. "It doesn't matter."
You stretch your arms overhead, letting out a yawn before freezing mid-motion.
You forgot about Juliet.
Emilia spent the whole week <<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>showing up with her husband every evening like clockwork, their worried expressions asking about your decision regarding Juliet and her actions.<<else>>sending her kids to ask you about what you're planning to do about the Juliet situation.<</if>> Truth is, you've been avoiding thinking too deeply about whether to press charges or not.
Filing a police report isn't something casual, this isn’t just paperwork, it's real consequences, real drama, real life. Athiel could resent you for that, Juliet could come for round two or assault you with calls, or her husband could show up at your door begging you to drop the charges.
That means more problems, more drama and more stress. That's why, even if you don't think it's a good idea. You'll give her one last chance.
This one last chance is for that time she took your defense when you were in a tough situation. It's for that one time she let you stay at her home when you needed it and when $namee still lived there. That one last chance is the only chance you'll give her. This isn't going to be like those toxic cycles where "one last chance" becomes an endless loop of forgiveness.
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>Emilia and Matteo won't be too happy...<<else>>The little monsters won't be too happy to know their 'villain' isn't getting a jail sentence...<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C122">><</button>>But there's always one to ask anyway.
"It seems important. You know we're here for you to listen, right?" $namel says with an encouraging smile.
$namet pinches the bridge of $t_their nose. "$l_Dad."
"What? I'm just..." $namel trails off, sighing. "I'm just worried."
Before $t_son and $l_father start to argue, you say. "Doctor Vastherki called me drunk, she kept apologizing to me. There."
$namel winces, offering you an apologetic smile. $l_They parts $l_their lips, ready to pry, like always.
You hop off the car. "It doesn't matter."
You stretch your arms overhead, letting out a yawn before freezing mid-motion.
You forgot about Juliet.
Emilia spent the whole week <<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>showing up with her husband every evening like clockwork, their worried expressions asking about your decision regarding Juliet and her actions.<<else>>sending her kids to ask you about what you're planning to do about the Juliet situation.<</if>> Truth is, you've been avoiding thinking too deeply about whether to press charges or not.
Filing a police report isn't something casual, this isn’t just paperwork, it's real consequences, real drama, real life. Athiel could resent you for that, Juliet could come for round two or assault you with calls, or her husband could show up at your door begging you to drop the charges.
That means more problems, more drama and more stress. That's why, even if you don't think it's a good idea. You'll give her one last chance.
This one last chance is for that time she took your defense when you were in a tough situation. It's for that one time she let you stay at her home when you needed it and when $namee still lived there. That one last chance is the only chance you'll give her. This isn't going to be like those toxic cycles where "one last chance" becomes an endless loop of forgiveness.
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>Emilia and Matteo won't be too happy...<<else>>The little monsters won't be too happy to know their 'villain' isn't getting a jail sentence...<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C122">><</button>><<if $talk2doc == "But you still want to see her and have a talk with her.">><<set $routedoc to "yes">><<set $routecul to "no">><<elseif $talk2doc == "You shake your head, it's not important.">><<set $routedoc to "no">><<set $routecul to "yes">><</if>><b>19:30
Macara Residence - Home</b>
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>Barely out of the car, you spot Emilia and Matteo making their way to your house. They flash you warm smiles while your little group disperses. Ekissa leads the way inside with Athiel, $namel, and $namet following after quick greetings to the Lazins.
"Did you go somewhere? We knocked but..." Matteo's gentle voice trails off as Emilia nods beside him.
"Yeah, $namel wanted to…" you wave vaguely around. "...get some fresh air at $l_their spot." you tilt your head, already knowing but asking anyway. "You needed me for...?"
"Ah," Emilia clears her throat, her hand coming up to rub your arm soothingly. "It's been a week since... everything happened. Have you... decided what you're going to do?"
They both look at you expectantly, their puppy eyes making you grimace at what you're about to say.
"About that..." you trail off. Squaring your shoulders, you continue. "I don't think I'll do it."
"What?" they exclaim in perfect sync, their expressions morphing from concern to disbelief.
That’s exactly why you didn’t tell them sooner…
"You can take more time to think about it," Matteo offers quietly.
"My husband is right, as always," Emilia shoots him a loving smile before dropping her hand and crossing her arms. Her expression turns serious as she looks back at you. "You can't possibly let Juliet get away with it, she hit you."
"I know."
"She went crazy, screaming at you like some lunatic," Matteo shakes his head with a sniff.
"I know."
"She blamed you for everything when you didn't do anything wrong!"
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*[["I know!" you snap, frustration finally breaking through as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Look, I didn't ask for your opinion. I won't file a report. End of story."|Chap1C122.1]]
*[["And I know that too," you murmur softly to calm them. "But I'm the one deciding what I want or don't want to do, and right now, I don't want to press charges."|Chap1C122.2]]
*[["Yeah, thanks, I was there, remember?" you cock a brow, crossing your arms over your chest.|Chap1C122.3]]
*[[You chuckle, heartwarming at their fierce protectiveness. "Are you two done?"|Chap1C122.4]]
*[[You throw them a deadpan look. "Can I talk or am I here to decorate?"|Chap1C122.5]]
<<else>> Barely out of the car, Carly and Theo are already running to your house or more precisely, you. Twin grins greet you while Ekissa leads the way inside with Athiel, $namel, and $namet following after quick greetings to the Lazins kids.
"You're back!" Theo exclaims, hands planted on his waist. "Where were you? We tried to knock but no one answered."
Is there a pout you see, you shake your head in amusement. Carly nods excitedly. "Yeah! We even tried to throw rocks, but mummy and daddy said we shouldn't."
You cock a brow, your gaze turning to the little boy who turn his head innocently. You wonder who had the idea of throwing rocks at your house.
"Pffft, no, that's not true," the young boy shakes his head vehemently.
Carly's confused frown at her brother is all the answer you need.
"Yeah, $namel wanted to…" you wave vaguely around. "Get some fresh air at $l_their spot." you tilt your head, already knowing but asking anyway. "You needed me for...?"
"Mum wants to know if you made your choice," Theo says with a solemn look, or at least that's what you think he tries to show you. “You know, about what happened.”
Both kids look at you expectantly, their puppy eyes making you grimace at what you're about to say.
"About that..." you trail off. "Tell them I don't think I'll do it."
You're grateful those two are too young to give you a headache by arguing with you on that. You have no doubt their parents will ruminate on this, though.
"Okay," they both exclaim, nodding eagerly.
Theo hesitates for a moment. He's older than her sister so you know he's more mature (just a little bit) to understand the big lines of it. "So... what if that... madam comes back?"
"Will she come back?" Carly asks, as she frowns. "I don't want her to come back. She's a bad person."
"You should do what mum and dad want you to do," Theo arguments, lifting his chin determinedly. "She should be in jail."
"Yeah!" Carly exclaims. "In jail! You should ask for help to the police."
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*[[Your expression softens. "If she comes back, I'll make sure she doesn't hurt you."|Chap1C122.6]]
*[[You shake your head. "I want to give her one last chance."|Chap1C122.7]]
*[["It's not that simple," you cross your arms, cocking a brow at them as you fight back a smile. "You kids can't understand."|Chap1C122.8]]
*[["I don't need help," you huff.|Chap1C122.9]]
*[[You grin at them, ruffling their hair. "Sorry kiddos, but I won't change my mind."|Chap1C122.10]]<</if>>"But she can't just–"
You narrow your eyes at Emilia, repeating sternly. "End of story."
"But–"
You groan in exasperation. That makes them snap their mouths shut, earning an apologetic smile from Matteo and a reluctant sigh from Emilia.
"Okay..." "Alright..." they concede in unison as you give a short nod.
"Now that we're done with this," you trail off, a small smile returning to your lips. "How was your day?"
"We took the kids swimming at the sea," Matteo says lightly, eyes bright.
Emilia's features soften. "We wanted to take advantage while it's still summer. We also… wanted to invite you but you were..."
"You looked peaceful," Matteo continues, nodding to your house. "We saw you in the backyard this morning before leaving and we didn't want to ruin your moment."
"Ah," you nod in understanding as you huff a soft laugh. "I needed this, so thanks for not... well, 'ruin' it."
"You're welcome," they answer in unison.
Emilia shakes her head fondly. "Anyway, we'll leave you be, I still didn't have time to cook dinner."
You share a look with Matteo as he chuckles. "Yeah, she insisted on cooking tonight. If we die, know that I'll watch over you from above."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emilia narrows her eyes to her husband but the man in question runs away.
"Bye, $name!" you hear him exclaim, already reaching their house.
Emilia tears her gaze away from her husband to meet yours with a sigh. "Good night, $name."
She gives you a brief hug and a soft smile before following her husband.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>Carly giggles, squirming under your hand while Theo tries to hide the smile on his lips at the affectionate gesture. "Does that mean you forgive that woman?"
Your brows shoot up at the little boy's question as you gently pull away your hands with a chuckle. "No, it doesn't mean I forgive her."
Carly blinks up at you in confusion as her brother frowns.
"I just give her one last chance," you clarify with a wink.
"But she should be in jai-"
"How was your day anyway?" you cut off Theo with a grin.
"We went to the beach! It was so coool!" Carly is the first to exclaim, bouncing excitedly on her feet.
Theo nods enthusiastically as he spreads his arms widely. "We saw a turtle biiiiig like this on the shore and dad helped it go back to the sea! And we fed the fish!"
"And we ate ice cream!"
"With crepe," Theo supplies.
"And we saw a turtle!"
Theo glances down at his sis, nudging her shoulder gently. "We already said that, silly."
"So you had a good time, then?" you shift your gaze between both of them when they nod. "I'm glad."
"Theo! Carly!" Emilia calls out, stepping out of the house next to yours, searching around. "Where are they...?"
It's so obvious she knows where they are because she coincidently takes a long time looking everywhere but your way before finally turns her gaze to you all with an exaggerated look of surprise. She would’ve been a horrible actress. "Oh you're here! Good evening, $name."
You sigh in exasperation. You know she's the one who sent her kids but you'll act like you don't know.
Nodding in greeting, you ruffle the siblings' hair before stepping back. "Time for you to get out of here. Shoo shoo."
Carly giggles, nodding as she runs first to her mother while Theo stays a bit longer. "I still think that woman should be in jail."
He doesn’t give you time to answer, waving at you with a grin as he joins his sis. Well, sometimes he can really be more mature than most kids his age. Turning on your heels, you join your ragtag group in your house.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>That seems to be enough for their shoulders to relax as Emilia nods reluctantly. "If you're sure..."
"I'm sure," you smile at them, reaching out their hands to give a gentle squeeze.
"Then we won't insist," Emilia finds back her smile, her husband nodding along with a bright smile.
"Thanks for caring so much," you chuckle, pulling away your hands as you give a short nod. "Now, how about you tell me about your day?"
"We took the kids swimming at the sea," Matteo says lightly, eyes bright.
Emilia's features soften. "We wanted to take advantage while it's still summer. We also… wanted to invite you but you were..."
"You looked peaceful," Matteo continues, nodding to your house. "We saw you in the backyard this morning before leaving and we didn't want to ruin your moment."
"Ah," you nod in understanding as you huff a soft laugh. "I needed this, so thanks for not... well, 'ruin' it."
"You're welcome," they answer in unison.
Emilia shakes her head fondly. "Anyway, we'll leave you be, I still didn't have time to cook dinner."
You share a look with Matteo as he chuckles. "Yeah, she insisted on cooking tonight. If we die, know that I'll watch over you from above."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emilia narrows her eyes to her husband but the man in question runs away.
"Bye, $name!" you hear him exclaim, already reaching their house.
Emilia tears her gaze away from her husband to meet yours with a sigh. "Good night, $name."
She gives you a brief hug and a soft smile before following her husband.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>Emilia snaps her mouth shut, followed by her husband as they look down to their feet.
"That's... right," Emilia murmurs.
"Look, I’m glad to see my neighbors worry and care so much," you concede, before adding. "But this is my choice to make, and I don't want to file a report. Did I make myself clear or should I break out the PowerPoint presentation?"
They seem to both struggle to accept it. But in the end, they nod reluctantly as Emilia manages a smile. "If that's what you want, we won't push."
"Good," you nod. A beat. A smile spreads on your lips. "Wanna tell me about your day, now?"
"We took the kids swimming at the sea," Matteo says lightly, eyes bright.
Emilia's features soften. "We wanted to take advantage while it's still summer. We also… wanted to invite you but you were..."
"You looked peaceful," Matteo continues, nodding to your house. "We saw you in the backyard this morning before leaving and we didn't want to ruin your moment."
"Ah," you nod in understanding as you huff a soft laugh. "I needed this, so thanks for not... well, 'ruin' it."
"You're welcome," they answer in unison.
Emilia shakes her head fondly. "Anyway, we'll leave you be, I still didn't have time to cook dinner."
You share a look with Matteo as he chuckles. "Yeah, she insisted on cooking tonight. If we die, know that I'll watch over you from above."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emilia narrows her eyes to her husband but the man in question runs away.
"Bye, $name!" you hear him exclaim, already reaching their house.
Emilia tears her gaze away from her husband to meet yours with a sigh. "Good night, $name."
She gives you a brief hug and a soft smile before following her husband.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>"This isn’t funny, $name," Emilia says sternly while her husband frowns in concern for you. "She could come back and hurt you again."
Your expression softens. "I'm not laughing at what happened."
Their puzzled expression earns another amused laugh from you. Matteo tilts his head curiously. "Then why are you laughing."
"Because you care," you explain simply with a smile as they blink at you. "You care enough to come every night to ask me about this, to offer me cookies, to spend time with me and to make sure I'm okay."
Matteo's eye lights up as Emilia smiles back. "So does that mean–"
"No, I still won't file a report," you answer firmly, drawing resigned sighs from both of them. But their smiles return when you add, "But how about you tell me about your day?"
"We took the kids swimming at the sea," Matteo says lightly, eyes bright.
Emilia's features soften. "We wanted to take advantage while it's still summer. We also… wanted to invite you but you were..."
"You looked peaceful," Matteo continues, nodding to your house. "We saw you in the backyard this morning before leaving and we didn't want to ruin your moment."
"Ah," you nod in understanding as you huff a soft laugh. "I needed this, so thanks for not... well, 'ruin' it."
"You're welcome," they answer in unison.
Emilia shakes her head fondly. "Anyway, we'll leave you be, I still didn't have time to cook dinner."
You share a look with Matteo as he chuckles. "Yeah, she insisted on cooking tonight. If we die, know that I'll watch over you from above."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emilia narrows her eyes to her husband but the man in question runs away.
"Bye, $name!" you hear him exclaim, already reaching their house.
Emilia tears her gaze away from her husband to meet yours with a sigh. "Good night, $name."
She gives you a brief hug and a soft smile before following her husband.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>"Of course you can talk," Matteo says quickly as Emilia smiles sheepishly at you.
"Good," you sigh. Taking a deep breath, you double-check to be sure you can actually talk before continuing. "While I appreciate how... protective and ready you seem to be to shield me from what happened, I'm the one deciding what I want to do with this situation."
"We know this," Emilia starts gently but you shake your head.
"This isn't a debate, I won't file a report so I'd appreciate it even more if you respect it."
Their shoulders drop in defeat, one bordering of pouting and the other pursing her lips.
"Alright..." Emilia murmurs reluctantly, her husband nodding along with a smile.
You sigh in relief, nodding back. "Now, how about you tell me about your day?"
"We took the kids swimming at the sea," Matteo says lightly, eyes bright.
Emilia's features soften. "We wanted to take advantage while it's still summer. We also… wanted to invite you but you were..."
"You looked peaceful," Matteo continues, nodding to your house. "We saw you in the backyard this morning before leaving and we didn't want to ruin your moment."
"Ah," you nod in understanding as you huff a soft laugh. "I needed this, so thanks for not... well, 'ruin' it."
"You're welcome," they answer in unison.
Emilia shakes her head fondly. "Anyway, we'll leave you be, I still didn't have time to cook dinner."
You share a look with Matteo as he chuckles. "Yeah, she insisted on cooking tonight. If we die, know that I'll watch over you from above."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emilia narrows her eyes to her husband but the man in question runs away.
"Bye, $name!" you hear him exclaim, already reaching their house.
Emilia tears her gaze away from her husband to meet yours with a sigh. "Good night, $name."
She gives you a brief hug and a soft smile before following her husband.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>"But what if she hurts you?" Theo shakes his head, his small hand reaching out to grip your sleeve. "I don't want that."
Carly shifts her gaze between you and her brother as she presses her small body against yours, her arms around your leg as you grunt at the impact. "She's a bad person."
"I know that," you chuckle, your palms stroking their hair. "And if it reassures you, I'll call the police if she comes back."
They both nod, their bright smiles coming back.
"Now how about you tell me about your day?" you propose gently as you disentangle yourself so you can take a look at them.
"We went to the beach! It was so coool!" Carly is the first to exclaim, bouncing excitedly on her feet.
Theo nods enthusiastically as he spreads his arms widely. "We saw a turtle biiiiig like this on the shore and dad helped it go back to the sea! And we fed the fish!"
"And we ate ice cream!"
"With crepes," Theo supplies.
"And we saw a turtle!"
Theo glances down at his sis, nudging her shoulder gently. "We already said that, silly."
"So you had a good time, then?" you shift your gaze between both of them when they nod. "I'm glad."
"Theo! Carly!" Emilia calls out, stepping out of the house next to yours, searching around. "Where are they...?"
It's so obvious she knows where they are because she coincidentally takes a long time looking everywhere but your way before finally turning her gaze to you all with an exaggerated look of surprise. She would’ve been a horrible actress. "Oh you're here! Good evening, $name."
You sigh in exasperation. You know she's the one who sent her kids but you'll act like you don't know.
Nodding in greeting, you ruffle the siblings' hair before stepping back. "Time for you to get out of here. Shoo shoo."
Carly giggles, nodding as she runs first to her mother while Theo stays a bit longer. "I still think that woman should be in jail."
He doesn’t give you time to answer, waving at you with a grin as he joins his sis. Well, sometimes he can really be more mature than most kids his age. Turning on your heels, you join your ragtag group in your house.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>"One last chance...?" the little boy echoes with a small frown. "Why? She hurt you..."
"I don't like her," Carly mumbles. "She's a bad person."
"She was there when I needed it," you explain simply as you ruffle their hair. "So I can give her at least one last chance."
Theo wrinkles his nose. "Okay... one last chance."
Carly nods eagerly in agreement even if you doubt she really gets it. Throwing them a small smile, you say. "How was your day?"
"We went to the beach! It was so coool!" Carly is the first to exclaim, bouncing excitedly on her feet.
Theo nods enthusiastically as he spreads his arms widely. "We saw a turtle biiiiig like this on the shore and dad helped it go back to the sea! And we fed the fish!"
"And we ate ice cream!"
"With crepe," Theo supplies.
"And we saw a turtle!"
Theo glances down at his sis, nudging her shoulder gently. "We already said that, silly."
"So you had a good time, then?" you shift your gaze between both of them when they nod. "I'm glad."
"Theo! Carly!" Emilia calls out, stepping out of the house next to yours, searching around. "Where are they...?"
It's so obvious she knows where they are because she coincidentally takes a long time looking everywhere but your way before finally turns her gaze to you all with an exaggerated look of surprise. She would’ve been a horrible actress. "Oh you're here! Good evening, $name."
You sigh in exasperation. You know she's the one who sent her kids but you'll act like you don't know.
Nodding in greeting, you ruffle the siblings' hair before stepping back. "Time for you to get out of here. Shoo shoo."
Carly giggles, nodding as she runs first to her mother while Theo stays a bit longer. "I still think that woman should be in jail."
He doesn’t give you time to answer, waving at you with a grin as he joins his sis. Well, sometimes he can really be more mature than most kids his age. Turning on your heels, you join your ragtag group in your house.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>Theo is the first to gasp, denying fiercely your words. "I'm very smart, I can understand very well!"
His little sister shifts her gaze between you two, before stopping on you with an energetic nod. You tilt your head. "Oh really?"
"Yeah, mum said I'm very..." the little boy searches for the word before grinning proudly. "...mature for my age."
"You're sure she didn't say it to be nice?" you tease, lips curling up slightly on the corner of your lips.
His face morphs into a pout as he crosses his arms while Carly mimics her brother. "We're super smart!"
"Alright, alright," you raise your hands in surrender before tilting your head. "But instead of pouting, care to tell how was your day?"
"We went to the beach! It was so coool!" Carly is the first to exclaim, bouncing excitedly on her feet.
Theo nods enthusiastically as he spreads his arms widely. "We saw a turtle biiiiig like this on the shore and dad helped it go back to the sea! And we fed the fish!"
"And we ate ice cream!"
"With crepe," Theo supplies.
"And we saw a turtle!"
Theo glances down at his sis, nudging her shoulder gently. "We already said that, silly."
"So you had a good time, then?" you shift your gaze between both of them when they nod. "I'm glad."
"Theo! Carly!" Emilia calls out, stepping out of the house next to yours, searching around. "Where are they...?"
It's so obvious she knows where they are because she coincidentally takes a long time looking everywhere but your way before finally turns her gaze to you all with an exaggerated look of surprise. She would’ve been a horrible actress. "Oh you're here! Good evening, $name."
You sigh in exasperation. You know she's the one who sent her kids but you'll act like you don't know.
Nodding in greeting, you ruffle the siblings' hair before stepping back. "Time for you to get out of here. Shoo shoo."
Carly giggles, nodding as she runs first to her mother while Theo stays a bit longer. "I still think that woman should be in jail."
He doesn’t give you time to answer, waving at you with a grin as he joins his sis. Well, sometimes he can really be more mature than most kids his age. Turning on your heels, you join your ragtag group in your house.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>>"You don't...?" Carly tilts her head.
Her big brother shakes his head in disapproval, making your brow lift. "Everyone needs help."
"Well, I don't," you answer the mature little boy. "I can take care of myself."
"But what if you can't?" Theo frowns at you, mouth curling in a pout. "Mum said people can't always keep all to themselves and shoulder all their problems."
"I'm different then," you retort before deflecting. "Anyway, how was your day?"
"We went to the beach! It was so coool!" Carly is the first to exclaim, bouncing excitedly on her feet.
Theo nods enthusiastically as he spreads his arms widely. "We saw a turtle biiiiig like this on the shore and dad helped it go back to the sea! And we fed the fish!"
"And we ate ice cream!"
"With crepe," Theo supplies.
"And we saw a turtle!"
Theo glances down at his sis, nudging her shoulder gently. "We already said that, silly."
"So you had a good time, then?" you shift your gaze between both of them when they nod. "I'm glad."
"Theo! Carly!" Emilia calls out, stepping out of the house next to yours, searching around. "Where are they...?"
It's so obvious she knows where they are because she coincidentally takes a long time looking everywhere but your way before finally turns her gaze to you all with an exaggerated look of surprise. She would’ve been a horrible actress. "Oh you're here! Good evening, $name."
You sigh in exasperation. You know she's the one who sent her kids but you'll act like you don't know.
Nodding in greeting, you ruffle the siblings' hair before stepping back. "Time for you to get out of here. Shoo shoo."
Carly giggles, nodding as she runs first to her mother while Theo stays a bit longer. "I still think that woman should be in jail."
He doesn’t give you time to answer, waving at you with a grin as he joins his sis. Well, sometimes he can really be more mature than most kids his age. Turning on your heels, you join your ragtag group in your house.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C123">><</button>><b><i>A few days later...</i></b>
<b>14:35
Sweet Café - Table six</b>
The café is rather empty when you walk in to place your order. The cashier’s welcoming smile and the charming ambiance greet you. The cozy vibe of the place fills the space. That helps a bit with the nervousness you feel right now... Truth be told? You have no idea why you're here.
"I'll bring your drink to your table," the cashier says with a warm smile.
With a quick nod, you turn and head to table six where someone's already waiting. Sliding into the seat across from them, you shoot them a questioning look.
Since they're not jumping to explain, you might as well ask. "Mind telling me why we had to meet here for this mysterious conversation, $namel?"
"Hello to you too, $name," $l_their signature dimple makes an appearance as $l_they shrugs. "Why not? Seemed like the perfect spot to do <i>this</i> here."
<<if $LL >= 2>>Your heart flutters in your chest at $l_their suggestive tone and you try to squash it immediately. You're not sure if you want to know what “this” supposed to mean. You know it has nothing to do with... you and $l_them . That's why you push down the curiosity. "Care to elaborate on that?"<<else>>You frown, even more confused. "Care to elaborate on that?"<</if>>
"Oh, y'know," $l_they waves vaguely around.
No, that's the problem, you don't know why you're sitting in some random café with $l_them. You close your eyes, fighting a headache. When they snap open again, it's to the cashier setting down your drink with another warm smile before disappearing.
"No, I don't know, $namel." you sigh, wrapping your hands around the warm mug before taking a sip. After swallowing, you raise your eyebrows expectantly. "So?"
$l_Their smile widens a tad. Is that supposed to be... reassuring? If so, $l_they's doing a bad job at it.
Unexpectedly, $l_they opted for something less revealing today, just a dark blue shirt and black pants with $l_their usual sparkly accessories, because heaven forbid $namel Melth to go anywhere without bling. Can't ask $l_them too much to shadow $l_their blinding good looks.
"$namet dressed you," you state, already knowing the answer.
"$t_They insisted showing too much skin would 'send the wrong message,'" $namel sighs with theatrical flair, $l_their silver earrings catching the light. "Too plain for my taste, but better than the stuffy suit $t_they tried forcing me into.”
You lean against the back of your seat, mug in hand as $l_they continues. "I asked you here to offer you a job."
Fingers drumming against the ceramic of your warm drink, your brain pauses. $eyecolor eyes meet $l_theirs. You process the words. "Hire me."
"Yes, that's what I said," $l_they chuckles in delight, clearly reading your surprise as enthusiasm.
"Hire me," you repeat in disbelief.
A chuckle bubbles out of your chest, $l_they must be messing with you right now. You don't have any degree and $l_they wants you to work with $l_them? That's funny. A bit cruel but funny. You couldn't even finish school with all the responsibilities dumped on you at 15. Started working at 16, juggling two jobs by 18, paying rent the second money hit your account. Sure, you've got experience, just not the kind a CEO typically looks for.
What would you even do at $l_their company? Serve coffee? Be the eye candy for some perv working there? You don't belong in that world. No degree, no corporate experience. That's your inner pessimist talking, while your optimist side whispers to grab this chance, no questions asked. It's an opportunity, after all.
"Yeah, right," you shake your head, not buying it. "What's the real reason?"
$namel frowns at your response, a response not as enthusiastic as $l_they hoped for by the look of $l_their face. "What do you mean? This <i>is</i> the real reason."
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*[["Right," you snort derisively. "Of course, of course."|Chap1C124]]
*[[You nod. "Alright then."|Chap1C125]]
*[["And why would you do that?" you eye the CEO skeptically. There must be a catch.|Chap1C126]]
*[[You smile briefly. "I'm sorry, but I find it hard to believe."|Chap1C127]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["When can I start then," you grin. Might as well say yes before he changes his mind.|Chap1C128]]<<else>>[["When can I start then," you grin. Might as well say yes before she changes her mind.|Chap1C128]]<</if>>
*[["You're hiring me just like that?" you frown at the CEO. "There are so many more qualified people than me but you're hiring me?"|Chap1C129]]"No, I'm serious, $name," $l_they insists, frown deepening. "I want to help you."
You drag a hand down your face. This is too hard to believe that life is being nice to you. Surely you'll accept only to be fired days later or something else will blow up in your face. There's so much shit happening, life always biting your ass each time you think you can finally live peacefully.
"What's the catch?"
$l_Their face falls, the smile $l_they tried to keep disappearing. "$name... There's no catch."
"Why would you hire someone who only worked as a server, a cashier or just a janitor?" you shake your head in confusion. "This makes no sense."
"I want to help you," $l_they repeats, searching for your gaze. "$name."
"What?" you huff, your shoulders dropping. Softer. "What...?"
"I want to help you," $l_they smiles reassuringly. "No more, no less. If you accept, you'll work as my assistant, planning my meetings, answering calls and mails, relaying messages, and some other things. I promise I won't make you serve us coffee or whatever cliché you can think of right now."
Being assistant... doesn't sound so bad to be honest. And working for $l_them means earning more money than you've ever earned with your past jobs. You'll finally be able to pay the rent yourself, without needing Ekissa or Athiel. You'll be able to live alone without needing both of them to stay and pay almost everything for you.
"You'll start tomorrow... if that works for you?" $l_they continues, voice hopeful as $l_they waits for your answer.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You nod. "I'll be there first thing in the morning, then."
<<else>>"Wow, that's," you bite back a grin, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that definitely works for me."<</if>>
$l_Their whole face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning, flashing those perfect white teeth. "Awesome!"
A few heads turn at $l_their outburst, but $namel couldn't care less, $l_their smile practically radiating joy. $l_They reaches across the table, $l_their hand finding yours. "Can you believe it? We're going to work together."
<<if $LL >= 2>>Your gaze drops to where $l_their hand covers yours, your skin burning against. When you look back up to meet $l_their gaze, there's a warmth in your chest you try to ignore. "Thanks for... y'know, giving me this chance."
"My pleasure," $l_they winks, $l_their thumb ghosting a subtle caress across the back of your hand before $l_they pulls away, leaving your skin buzzing.
<<else>>"I don't know if it's a good or bad thing yet," you comment.<</if>>
"It’s a very good thing," $l_they grins, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go.
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*[["You're not hiring me because I'm hot, though, right?" you wink at the CEO. |Chap1C130]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working with you will be..." distracting? A total turn-on? Your ears heat up at the thoughts as you clear your throat. "...interesting. Yeah, interesting."|Chap1C131]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working for you will definitely be interesting," you smile.|Chap1C132]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Can't wait to start," you grin.|Chap1C133]]
*[["Don't you think it's a bit... unfair?" you furrow your brows slightly. "For me to have this job so easily?"|Chap1C134]]
*[[You purse your lips. " I won't have any problems, right? Given how I got this job, with you and me being friends and all?"|Chap1C135]]"...Alright?" $l_they tilts $l_their head, searching your face for something. "That's all? You're not doubting me right now, are you?"
You sigh. Well, you do doubt $l_them but at this point you figured accepting is a wiser decision than thinking it's another of $l_their joke. If $l_they tells you it was a joke then you move on. You <i>need</i> a work, you won't ruin your chances.
"Maybe a little," you confess truthfully.
"I'm serious," $l_they reassures you. "I want to help you."
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You suck in a breath, shoulders dropping in relief. "And what... kind of work you hire me for?"<<else>>Your shoulders drop in relief, a little chuckle escaping you. "Thank god..."<</if>>
"Well," $l_their smile comes back full force. "If you accept, you'll work as my assistant, planning my meetings, answering calls and mails, relaying messages and some other things. I promise I won't make you serve us coffee or whatever cliché you can think of right now."
Being assistant... doesn't sound so bad to be honest. And working for $l_them means earning more money than you've ever earned with your past jobs. You'll finally be able to pay the rent yourself, without needing Ekissa or Athiel. You'll be able to live alone without needing both of them to stay and pay almost everything for you.
"You'll start tomorrow... if that works for you?" $l_they continues, voice hopeful as $l_they waits for your answer.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You nod. "I'll be there first thing in the morning, then."
<<else>>"Wow, that's," you bite back a grin, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that definitely works for me."<</if>>
$l_Their whole face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning, flashing those perfect white teeth. "Awesome!"
A few heads turn at $l_their outburst, but $namel couldn't care less, $l_their smile practically radiating joy. $l_They reaches across the table, $l_their hand finding yours. "Can you believe it? We're going to work together."
<<if $LL >= 2>>Your gaze drops to where $l_their hand covers yours, your skin burning against. When you look back up to meet $l_their gaze, there's a warmth in your chest you try to ignore. "Thanks for... y'know, giving me this chance."
"My pleasure," $l_they winks, $l_their thumb ghosting a subtle caress across the back of your hand before $l_they pulls away, leaving your skin buzzing.
<<else>>"I don't know if it's a good or bad thing yet," you comment.<</if>>
"It’s a very good thing," $l_they grins, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go.
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*[["You're not hiring me because I'm hot, though, right?" you wink at the CEO. |Chap1C130]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working with you will be..." distracting? A total turn-on? Your ears heat up at the thoughts as you clear your throat. "...interesting. Yeah, interesting."|Chap1C131]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working for you will definitely be interesting," you smile.|Chap1C132]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Can't wait to start," you grin.|Chap1C133]]
*[["Don't you think it's a bit... unfair?" you furrow your brows slightly. "For me to have this job so easily?"|Chap1C134]]
*[[You purse your lips. " I won't have any problems, right? Given how I got this job, with you and me being friends and all?"|Chap1C135]]"Why wouldn't I?" $l_they says lightly. $l_Their smiles disappear when you cock a brow, however. $l_They sighs. "I just want to help you."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>You brows rise higher, not buying it.<<else>>You blink in confusion.<</if>>
"You need a job, right?" $l_they starts in a soft tone. "I thought maybe I could help with that. I tried to let you do it yourself. I didn't want to overstep... But I'm serious, $name."
You purse your lips with a nod. "Alright... what kind of work are you offering?"
"Well," $l_their smile comes back full force. "If you accept, you'll work as my assistant, planning my meetings, answering calls and mails, relaying messages and some other things. I promise I won't make you serve us coffee or whatever cliché you can think off right now."
Being assistant... doesn't sound so bad to be honest. And working for $l_them means earning more money than you've ever earned with your past jobs. You'll finally be able to pay the rent yourself, without needing Ekissa or Athiel. You'll be able to live alone without needing both of them to stay and pay almost everything for you.
"You'll start tomorrow... if that works for you?" $l_they continues, voice hopeful as $l_they waits for your answer.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You nod. "I'll be there first thing in the morning, then."
<<else>>"Wow, that's," you bite back a grin, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that definitely works for me."<</if>>
$l_Their whole face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning, flashing those perfect white teeth. "Awesome!"
A few heads turn at $l_their outburst, but $namel couldn't care less, $l_their smile practically radiating joy. $l_They reaches across the table, $l_their hand finding yours. "Can you believe it? We're going to work together."
<<if $LL >= 2>>Your gaze drops to where $l_their hand covers yours, your skin burning against. When you look back up to meet $l_their gaze, there's a warmth in your chest you try to ignore. "Thanks for... y'know, giving me this chance."
"My pleasure," $l_they winks, $l_their thumb ghosting a subtle caress across the back of your hand before $l_they pulls away, leaving your skin buzzing.<<else>>"I don't know if it's a good or bad thing yet," you comment.<</if>>
"It’s a very good thing," $l_they grins, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go.
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*[["You're not hiring me because I'm hot, though, right?" you wink at the CEO. |Chap1C130]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working with you will be..." distracting? A total turn-on? Your ears heat up at the thoughts as you clear your throat. "...interesting. Yeah, interesting."|Chap1C131]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working for you will definitely be interesting," you smile.|Chap1C132]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Can't wait to start," you grin.|Chap1C133]]
*[["Don't you think it's a bit... unfair?" you furrow your brows slightly. "For me to have this job so easily?"|Chap1C134]]
*[[You purse your lips. " I won't have any problems, right? Given how I got this job, with you and me being friends and all?"|Chap1C135]]$l_Their frown deepens. "Why is it so hard to believe? I'm being serious here."
"That's what I can't understand," you say gently. "I don't know why you'd want someone with zero experience in this line of work."
"I want to help you, $name," $namel answers, a tentative smile playing on $l_their lips. "Let me help you. I swear I won't ask you to serve us coffee or anything cliché like this."
You hesitate a moment before your shoulders sag. "And... what are you expecting from me then?"
"If you accept," $l_they trails off, straightening $l_their back as $l_they continues. "You'll work as my assistant, planning my meetings, answering calls and mails, relaying messages and some other things."
Being assistant... doesn't sound so bad to be honest. And working for $l_them means earning more money than you've ever earned with your past jobs. You'll finally be able to pay the rent yourself, without needing Ekissa or Athiel. You'll be able to live alone without needing both of them to stay and pay almost everything for you.
"You'll start tomorrow... if that works for you?" $l_they continues, voice hopeful as $l_they waits for your answer.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You nod. "I'll be there first thing in the morning, then."<<else>>"Wow, that's," you bite back a grin, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that definitely works for me."<</if>>
$l_Their whole face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning, flashing those perfect white teeth. "Awesome!"
A few heads turn at $l_their outburst, but $namel couldn't care less, $l_their smile practically radiating joy. $l_They reaches across the table, $l_their hand finding yours. "Can you believe it? We're going to work together."
<<if $LL >= 2>>Your gaze drops to where $l_their hand covers yours, your skin burning against. When you look back up to meet $l_their gaze, there's a warmth in your chest you try to ignore. "Thanks for... y'know, giving me this chance."
"My pleasure," $l_they winks, $l_their thumb ghosting a subtle caress across the back of your hand before $l_they pulls away, leaving your skin buzzing.<<else>>"I don't know if it's a good or bad thing yet," you comment.<</if>>
"It’s a very good thing," $l_they grins, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go.
----
*[["You're not hiring me because I'm hot, though, right?" you wink at the CEO. |Chap1C130]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working with you will be..." distracting? A total turn-on? Your ears heat up at the thoughts as you clear your throat. "...interesting. Yeah, interesting."|Chap1C131]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working for you will definitely be interesting," you smile.|Chap1C132]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Can't wait to start," you grin.|Chap1C133]]
*[["Don't you think it's a bit... unfair?" you furrow your brows slightly. "For me to have this job so easily?"|Chap1C134]]
*[[You purse your lips. " I won't have any problems, right? Given how I got this job, with you and me being friends and all?"|Chap1C135]]$l_They blinks at you, not expecting this answer. A laugh escapes $l_their lips. "That was fast."
"This is an opportunity," you say lightly with a shrug. "If I can have a job instead of spending my days searching for one, I'll take it."
"Aren't you curious what I'll ask you to do?" $l_they lifts $l_their eyebrows. "I mean, for all you know I could ask you to serve us coffee."
"I'll take it too," you answer without hesitation. "I need a job, $namel. I need the money."
"Well, first of all, I won't ask you to fetch us coffee," $l_they chuckles with a shake of $l_their head. "And second of all, if you accept, you'll work as my assistant, planning my meetings, answering calls and mails, relaying messages and some other things."
Being assistant... doesn't sound so bad to be honest. And working for $l_them means earning more money than you've ever earned with your past jobs. You'll finally be able to pay the rent yourself, without needing Ekissa or Athiel. You'll be able to live alone without needing both of them to stay and pay almost everything for you.
"You'll start tomorrow... if that works for you?" $l_they continues, voice hopeful as $l_they waits for your answer.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You nod. "I'll be there first thing in the morning, then."<<else>>"Wow, that's," you bite back a grin, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that definitely works for me."<</if>>
$l_Their whole face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning, flashing those perfect white teeth. "Awesome!"
A few heads turn at $l_their outburst, but $namel couldn't care less, $l_their smile practically radiating joy. $l_They reaches across the table, $l_their hand finding yours. "Can you believe it? We're going to work together."
<<if $LL >= 2>>Your gaze drops to where $l_their hand covers yours, your skin burning against. When you look back up to meet $l_their gaze, there's a warmth in your chest you try to ignore. "Thanks for... y'know, giving me this chance."
"My pleasure," $l_they winks, $l_their thumb ghosting a subtle caress across the back of your hand before $l_they pulls away, leaving your skin buzzing.<<else>>"I don't know if it's a good or bad thing yet," you comment.<</if>>
"It’s a very good thing," $l_they grins, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go.
----
*[["You're not hiring me because I'm hot, though, right?" you wink at the CEO. |Chap1C130]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working with you will be..." distracting? A total turn-on? Your ears heat up at the thoughts as you clear your throat. "...interesting. Yeah, interesting."|Chap1C131]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working for you will definitely be interesting," you smile.|Chap1C132]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Can't wait to start," you grin.|Chap1C133]]
*[["Don't you think it's a bit... unfair?" you furrow your brows slightly. "For me to have this job so easily?"|Chap1C134]]
*[[You purse your lips. " I won't have any problems, right? Given how I got this job, with you and me being friends and all?"|Chap1C135]]"You... don't sound very happy," $l_they tilts $l_their head, $l_their own frown deepening. "Why don't you sound happy?"
You release a short breath of laughter, but there's no mirth in it. "Sorry, but that just sounds too good to be true."
"What, you're waiting for the catch?" $namel blinks at you, confused. "I don't... know what you want me to say. I want to hire you, there's no joke or catch here."
"And why not? What do you gain in this?"
"<i>Gain</i>? I don't want to gain anything, $name," $l_they shakes $l_their head, smiling gently at you. "I just want to help you. If you accept, you'll work as my assistant, planning my meetings, answering to calls and mails, relaying messages, and some other things. I promise I won't make you serve us coffee or whatever cliché you can think of right now."
Being assistant... doesn't sound so bad to be honest. And working for $l_them means earning more money than you've ever earned with your past jobs. You'll finally be able to pay the rent yourself, without needing Ekissa or Athiel. You'll be able to live alone without needing both of them to stay and pay almost everything for you.
"You'll start tomorrow... if that works for you?" $l_they continues, voice hopeful as $l_they waits for your answer.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You nod. "I'll be there first thing in the morning, then."<<else>>"Wow, that's," you bite back a grin, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that definitely works for me."<</if>>
$l_Their whole face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning, flashing those perfect white teeth. "Awesome!"
A few heads turn at $l_their outburst, but $namel couldn't care less, $l_their smile practically radiating joy. $l_They reaches across the table, $l_their hand finding yours. "Can you believe it? We're going to work together."
<<if $LL >= 2>>Your gaze drops to where $l_their hand covers yours, your skin burning against. When you look back up to meet $l_their gaze, there's a warmth in your chest you try to ignore. "Thanks for... y'know, giving me this chance."
"My pleasure," $l_they winks, $l_their thumb ghosting a subtle caress across the back of your hand before $l_they pulls away, leaving your skin buzzing.<<else>>"I don't know if it's a good or bad thing yet," you comment.<</if>>
"It’s a very good thing," $l_they grins, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go.
----
*[["You're not hiring me because I'm hot, though, right?" you wink at the CEO. |Chap1C130]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working with you will be..." distracting? A total turn-on? Your ears heat up at the thoughts as you clear your throat. "...interesting. Yeah, interesting."|Chap1C131]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Working for you will definitely be interesting," you smile.|Chap1C132]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Can't wait to start," you grin.|Chap1C133]]
*[["Don't you think it's a bit... unfair?" you furrow your brows slightly. "For me to have this job so easily?"|Chap1C134]]
*[[You purse your lips. " I won't have any problems, right? Given how I got this job, with you and me being friends and all?"|Chap1C135]]"Hey," $a_they calls out behind you, $a_their footsteps eating up the distance. "Hey!"
You don't answer and keep walking. You're not gonna play $a_their game. $a_They wants to argue? $e_They can do it alone.
"You're gonna give me the silent treatment now?" $a_they says, catching up. "What? You're running away when things get too much for you? Real mature."
You ignore $a_them.
"I won't apologize for telling you what I think," $a_they continues. "I won't sugarcoat just because you're too sensitive or too soft to hear it. You're literally being dramatic right now. So what if $namee isn't by your side anymore? You can, oh, I don't know, try to start over or just move on."
<<if $height == "very tall">>$a_They groans when you don't spare $a_them a single glance. "Slow down will you? I'm not as tall as you."<<else>>$a_They groans when you don't spare $a_them a single glance. "Seriously? What are you upset about? Because I said you were a drama queen? Or because I told you to move on? Maybe that wasn't the best way to say it but am I wrong?"<</if>>
"Athiel." you finally speak out.
$a_They blinks <<if $height == "very tall">>up<<else>>down<</if>> at you. "What?"
"Shut up."
$a_They purses $a_their lips in a tight line as $a_they turns $a_their attention ahead with a huff. "Fuck you."
Looks like it worked. Sometimes, all it takes is simply asking.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C15">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$namel lets out a surprised but delighted laugh at your wink. "Mmmh, while you're not hard on the eyes, I'm not the one hiring based on looks."
You give $l_them a dubious look. "Worth checking, old $l_man."
"Ouch." $namel clutches $l_their chest in pretend hurt. "I'm not that old, am I?"
"Stop deflecting and admit the real reason. It's my sparkling personality that won you over, isn’t it?
<<if $persona3 == "intimid" and $serious3 == "yes">>$l_Their brows shoot up as $l_they laughs at your comment. Okay right, you're not the most cheerful person.<<elseif $persona3 == "intimid" and $serious3 == "no">>$l_They laughs at your comment but doesn't deny your words. You're not the most charming person, but you know how to have fun.<<elseif $persona3 == "charm" and $serious3 == "yes">>$l_They hums, probably begging to differ. Well, you're charming but you're also serious so you can't say 'sparkling personality' is very much you.<<elseif $persona3 == "charm" and $serious3 == "no">>$l_They laughs at your comment, nodding in agreement at your statement.<</if>>
"Alright, you caught me." $namel raises $l_their hands in mock surrender. "With charm like yours, how could I resist making you my assistant? But seriously..." $l_Their smile softens. "I just want to help."
That's when you see it. The hickey on $l_their neck when $l_they looks behind $l_them to check out the waitress. <<if $LL >= 3>>Your smile falters.<</if>>You tilt your head, observing the mark. Yep definitely a hickey.
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*[["Got a lot of mosquitoes at your place?" you quip, gaze still on the hickey.|Chap1C136]]
*[[You grow uncomfortable, looking away from it.|Chap1C137]]
*[["You, you had a lot of fun," you point out with a playful grin. "Am I wrong?"|Chap1C138]]
*[[You look away, not caring.|Chap1C137]]
*[["I wonder how people are always so attracted to you like moths to a flame," you hum, curious. "Think it's money or just because they find you charming?"|Chap1C139]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$namel chuckles, $l_their eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I can guarantee it'll be that. I'm not exactly the most boring boss around, you know."
You feel heat crawling up your neck, suddenly finding the coffee cup fascinating. "Yeah, I bet."
"Anyway," $l_they leans back, sipping $l_their coffee. "I'm glad you accepted. I think we'll make a great team."
You nod, still a bit overwhelmed. "I hope so."
"Don't worry, I won't bite..." $namel's smile turns dangerously roguish when $l_they continues, honeyed tone that should be illegal. "...unless you ask me really <i>really</i> nice."
Your eyes widen, and you quickly look away, hiding your embarrassment. Now that's plenty of thoughts you don't want to have right now flooding your mind. $l_Their soft laughter only makes it worse, but thankfully $l_they lets the subject drop.
That's when you see it. The hickey on $l_their neck when $l_they looks behind $l_them to check out the waitress. <<if $LL >= 3>>Your smile falters.<</if>>You tilt your head, observing the mark. Yep definitely a hickey.
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*[["Got a lot of mosquitoes at your place?" you quip, gaze still on the hickey.|Chap1C136]]
*[[You grow uncomfortable, looking away from it.|Chap1C137]]
*[["You, you had a lot of fun," you point out with a playful grin. "Am I wrong?"|Chap1C138]]
*[[You look away, not caring.|Chap1C137]]
*[["I wonder how people are always so attracted to you like moths to a flame," you hum, curious. "Think it's money or just because they find you charming?"|Chap1C139]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$namel leans in, $l_their gaze holding yours captive.
"I'm glad you think so," $l_they murmurs, eyes gleaming. "But remember, I'm not just any boss."
Your heartbeat quickens at $l_their words. You don't know if they turned off the air conditioning but it's definitely getting hot in here.
"No, I guess not," you reply softly.
$l_They chuckles, the deep sound sending shivers down your spine. "Good, good."
That's when you see it. The hickey on $l_their neck when $l_they looks behind $l_them to check out the waitress. <<if $LL >= 3>>Your smile falters.<</if>>You tilt your head, observing the mark. Yep definitely a hickey.
----
*[["Got a lot of mosquitoes at your place?" you quip, gaze still on the hickey.|Chap1C136]]
*[[You grow uncomfortable, looking away from it.|Chap1C137]]
*[["You, you had a lot of fun," you point out with a playful grin. "Am I wrong?"|Chap1C138]]
*[[You look away, not caring.|Chap1C137]]
*[["I wonder how people are always so attracted to you like moths to a flame," you hum, curious. "Think it's money or just because they find you charming?"|Chap1C139]]<<set $LF to $LF + 1>>"I think this is the start of something beautiful," $l_they says lightly.
"Me working for you?" you chuckle. "I mean, it's just work. It's not like I'm starting new in another country."
"Maybe, but having a job was all you could think about these past weeks,” $l_they responds with a shrug. "Now you can finally let yourself live again."
You hum, not denying nor agreeing. You'll see how it goes, but it's true that now you don't have to stress over not having any job to pay the rent.
That's when you see it. The hickey on $l_their neck when $l_they looks behind $l_them to check out the waitress. <<if $LL >= 3>>Your smile falters.<</if>>You tilt your head, observing the mark. Yep definitely a hickey.
----
*[["Got a lot of mosquitoes at your place?" you quip, gaze still on the hickey.|Chap1C136]]
*[[You grow uncomfortable, looking away from it.|Chap1C137]]
*[["You, you had a lot of fun," you point out with a playful grin. "Am I wrong?"|Chap1C138]]
*[[You look away, not caring.|Chap1C137]]
*[["I wonder how people are always so attracted to you like moths to a flame," you hum, curious. "Think it's money or just because they find you charming?"|Chap1C139]]$namel chuckles softly, something warm and playful entering $l_their gaze. "Now what makes you think it's so easy? It's not because I'm hiring you that it means it'll be easy."
"I know the job won't be easy, I'm talking about the way I'm getting it so easily."
$l_They shakes $l_their head fondly. "You make it sound like a crime to want to help out a friend in need. I think you underestimate your own skills and worth. Who cares how you got the job?"
You quirk an eyebrow, raising your hand. "Me, sherlock."
$l_They leans in, lowering $l_their voice as if sharing a secret as you lower your hand. "Between you and me, I have a feeling you'll prove far more valuable than any resume or fancy degree. Sometimes it's the little things that really count, you know? Look at my $t_son, $t_they didn't have much experience, and yet $t_they's doing a better job than any CFO I had in the past."
Still, you shake your head. "I hope you won't be like that when I'm gonna start working for you. People might get the wrong idea about favoritism in the workplace."
$namel's laughs, $l_their hand reaching to gently squeeze yours again. "Let them talk. I know what I'm about. For now, just say you'll give an old $l_man a chance, yeah? I have a good feeling is all."
"Okay," you nod reluctantly as $l_they retracts $l_their hand.
That's when you see it. The hickey on $l_their neck when $l_they looks behind $l_them to check out the waitress. <<if $LL >= 3>>Your smile falters.<</if>>You tilt your head, observing the mark. Yep definitely a hickey.
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*[["Got a lot of mosquitoes at your place?" you quip, gaze still on the hickey.|Chap1C136]]
*[[You grow uncomfortable, looking away from it.|Chap1C137]]
*[["You, you had a lot of fun," you point out with a playful grin. "Am I wrong?"|Chap1C138]]
*[[You look away, not caring.|Chap1C137]]
*[["I wonder how people are always so attracted to you like moths to a flame," you hum, curious. "Think it's money or just because they find you charming?"|Chap1C139]]<<set $LF to $LF + 2>>"Aww, you just admitted we were friends," $l_they coos playfully.
You roll your eyes at $l_them , not rising to the bait. "Are you just gonna tease me all day or actually answer the question?"
$namel chuckles, leaning back in $l_their chair with hands behind $l_their head in a relaxed sprawl. "Alright, alright. Seriously though, no, you won't have any issues. I run a professional workplace."
$l_Their tone turns serious as $l_they meets your gaze. "Your abilities are what caught my interest here, not our friendship. So you don't have to worry about being treated differently or anything."
"Besides," $l_they adds with a wink, "can't complain if a <<if $genderrol == "man">>handsome<<else>>pretty<</if>> boss takes a liking to ya, right?"
"<<if $genderrol == "man">>Handsome<<else>>Pretty<</if>>?" you quirk a brow, fighting a smile. "I think those gray hairs are clouding your vision, old $l_man."
$namel only smirk at that. "I'd be hurt if it was the case."
True that. No sign of gray hair <i>for now</i>.
That's when you see it. The hickey on $l_their neck when $l_they looks behind $l_them to check out the waitress. <<if $LL >= 3>>Your smile falters.<</if>>You tilt your head, observing the mark. Yep definitely a hickey.
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*[["Got a lot of mosquitoes at your place?" you quip, gaze still on the hickey.|Chap1C136]]
*[[You grow uncomfortable, looking away from it.|Chap1C137]]
*[["You, you had a lot of fun," you point out with a playful grin. "Am I wrong?"|Chap1C138]]
*[[You look away, not caring.|Chap1C137]]
*[["I wonder how people are always so attracted to you like moths to a flame," you hum, curious. "Think it's money or just because they find you charming?"|Chap1C139]]"Huh?" $namel lifts a hand instinctively to the spot on $l_their neck, blinking in confusion until realization dawns on $l_them. $l_They chuckles, the sound vaguely sheepish. "Ah...would you believe it if I say I walked into a door?"
Your lips quirk up in a bemused smile. "Something tells me doors don't usually leave marks like that."
$namel rubs the back of $l_their neck with that little smug smile.
"Well...let's just say I had a fun night." $l_They winks. "With who though? I'll never tell."
You raise your hands in surrender. "Alright boss $l_man, keep your secrets."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137">><</button>>Finishing your drink, you get up under $namel's confused gaze. "Leaving already?"
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>You smile apologetically. "While I appreciated this meeting, I had something planned today."
<<else>>You hum noncommittally. "Have something to do."<</if>>
"Something?" $l_they echoes your words with narrowed eyes, as if trying to read between the lines. "And that something is...?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid" and $playful3 == "yes">>You grin at $l_them. "None of your business."<<elseif $persona3 == "intimid" and $playful3 == "no">>You click your tongue. "None of your business."<<elseif $persona3 == "charm" and $playful3 == "yes">>"That's a secret," you wink at $l_them.<<elseif $persona3 == "charm" and $playful3 == "no">>"Who knows?" you smirk.<</if>>
<<if $LL >= 2>>You wouldn't mind staying longer with $namel, talking with $l_them a bit longer. Even after the whole hickey thing, <i>especially</i> after that whole hickey thing. This hickey got you curious and it's becoming rare to have $l_them alone with the others often around. But you got things to do.
<</if>><<if $routedoc == "yes">>Not waiting for an answer, you leave the coffee shop. Today is packed. You've got another appointment waiting at Heggi Park, need to grab cat food for $catname, and there's a performance to catch tonight. You hope you'll have enough time to chat with your 'date' before heading to the bar where Ekissa's performing. Well, it’s only starting tonight but you want to have the time to change before going there.
Crossing the parking lot where you left Ekissa's borrowed car earlier, you bump into someone. Scrunching your nose, you step back as the stranger mumbles apologies before hurrying away. You waste no time getting to your car, noticing the old man watching as you drive off.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137DOC1">><</button>><<else>>Not waiting for an answer, you leave the coffee shop. You'll have to buy some cat food for $catname, the place where you buy cat food and litter always closes early on Saturday and you have to get ready before Ekissa's performance tonight.
Crossing the parking lot where you parked your car, or rather Ekissa's car that you borrowed for the day, you bump into someone. Scrunching your nose, you take a step back as the man who bumped into you sputters excuses before leaving.
With a frown, you don’t waste time joining your car.
"Ah- wait!" the man from earlier hurries back to your side, out of breath. "Are you... Are you $name?"
You close your car door you just opened to face the man behind you. A rather short man, too much wrinkles to be young, way older than $namel, maybe 60. He seems harmless. Doesn't mean he <i>is</i> harmless.
"And who's asking?"
The old man rolls his lips together, hesitating for a good minute before giving you a tentative smile. "I'm a bit... lost. Can you help me?"
That's... creepy. You frown at the man. "You know my name and you're asking me for help because you're... lost?"
"No- no no, it's not like that," the man sputters quickly. "I'm not some pervert, I swear! I just..."
He runs his hand through his silver hair—or the lack of it—having some on the sides but none on top. You cross your arms over your chest. "You just?"
"I was here..." he finally confesses.
You have no idea what this crazy old man is talking about. "Right, you were here, and I got stuff to do, so, have a good day."
You turn back to your car door, about to open–
"When the accident happened... I was here," he continues as he shakes his head. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner to... give you my condolences."
You freeze. What the fuck is happening here? Looking over your shoulder, you huff. "Look, I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing but–"
"$namee," the man murmurs. "That was $e_their name... right? Can we talk...? I won't take too much of your time."
You take a shaky breath, trying to glare at the man but you can't, because the curiosity is here and the voice in your head screams to give him some time to talk about whatever he wants to talk about. Your shoulders sag as you sigh. "I swear if you're a perv I'll kill you myself. Get in the car, I have cat food to buy."
Yanking the door open, you get in first, eyeing the old man still hesitating to follow. He joins after a few seconds as you start the car and leave the parking lot.
"What did you want to talk about?" you break the silence. "And what's your name?"
"Ah– Thomas, my name is Thomas. I... How are you?"
"That's what you wanted to talk about, Thomas?" you snort in disbelief.
Thomas smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he clears his throat. "Yes... Yes that's what I want to know."
"That's... interesting," you raise a brow, not sure why an old man wants to know how a stranger is dealing with a dead boyfriend. You tell him as much. "I'd feel better if I know why an old man is so worried about a random person who lost someone."
"This accident was... really shocking."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Tell me about it," you shake your head.<<else>>You hum in agreement. "It was."<</if>>
"So..." he tries again. "Are you doing okay?"
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*[["Mh," you hum noncommittally.|Chap1C137CUL1]]
*[["Doesn't matter now, does it?" you shake your head.|Chap1C137CUL2]]
*[["I'll tell you when I know," you snort.|Chap1C137CUL3]]
*[["I'm... doing okay," you smile.|Chap1C137CUL4]]
*[["Better than weeks ago," you grin.|Chap1C137CUL5]]<</if>>When Thomas stays silent, you sigh gently. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but this is all very weird. How exactly do you know about $namee?"
He stretches his lips in a nervous smile. "You're right to be wary, I understand. It's... complicated."
"What, you killed $e_them or somethin'?" you huff.
His eyes widen in horror. "Of course I didn't!
"Relax, old man. It was a joke. A bad one, but a joke nonetheless." you wave dismissively.
Thomas nods, folding worn hands in his lap as he collects his thoughts. "I live nearby where the accident took place. Every morning I take a walk along that road and...well, I was there when it happened."
You grip the steering wheel tighter. "You saw the accident?"
"I'm afraid so." regret laces his words. "It all happened so fast, there was nothing anyone could do... I'm sorry I didn't come sooner..."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137CUL6">><</button>>"I know you're probably having a bad time. Time lessens the ache, but it never fully heals." he says softly. "Try to see the positive, it'll get better one day. You won't heal fully but not healing doesn't mean you can't accept and move forward with."
You sigh, some of the fight leaving your tense shoulders.
"It comes in waves," you admit softly. "Some days the grief seems to swallow me whole. Others I can almost pretend $e_they's just away on a trip, that $e_they'll return soon." A sad smile tugs at your lips. "And then reality comes back to remind me $e_they won't."
Clearing your throat, you add. "Nevermind, tell me how exactly do you know about $namee?"
Thomas nods, folding worn hands in his lap as he collects his thoughts. "I live near where the accident took place. Every morning I take a walk along that road and...well, I was there when it happened."
You grip the steering wheel tighter. "You saw the accident?"
"I'm afraid so." regret laces his words. "It all happened so fast, there was nothing anyone could do... I'm sorry I didn't come sooner..."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137CUL6">><</button>>"You shouldn't bottle all up," Thomas murmurs.
"And you shouldn't get your nose in other's business," you shrug. "But here we are, doing it anyway, am I right?"
You huff a mirthless laugh before sighing. "Anyway, tell me how exactly you know about $namee?"
Thomas nods, folding worn hands in his lap as he collects his thoughts. "I live near where the accident took place. Every morning I take a walk along that road and... well, I was there when it happened."
You grip the steering wheel tighter. "You saw the accident?"
"I'm afraid so." regret laces his words. "It all happened so fast, there was nothing anyone could do... I'm sorry I didn't come sooner..."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137CUL6">><</button>>"I know you're probably having a bad time. Time lessens the ache, but it never fully heals." he says softly. "Try to see the positive, it'll get better one day. You won't heal fully but not healing doesn't mean you can't accept and move forward."
"It comes in waves," you admit softly. "Some days the grief seems to swallow me whole. Others I can almost pretend $e_they's just away on a trip, that $e_they'll return soon." A sad smile tugs at your lips. "And then reality comes back to remind me $e_they won't."
"But $e_they's still here," he reminds you gently.
That earns a laugh from you. Yeah right, the whole '$e_they'll keep living in your heart' or something like that. Cliché. "Anyway, tell me how exactly you know about $namee?"
Thomas nods, folding worn hands in his lap as he collects his thoughts. "I live near where the accident took place. Every morning, I take a walk along that road and... well, I was there when it happened."
You grip the steering wheel tighter. "You saw the accident?"
"I'm afraid so," regret laces his words. "It all happened so fast, there was nothing anyone could do... I'm sorry I didn't come sooner..."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137CUL6">><</button>>"That's... nice to hear," Thomas smiles gently your way. "I know you're probably having a bad time. Time lessens the ache, but it never fully heals." he says softly. "Try to see the positive, it'll get better one day. You won't heal fully but not healing doesn't mean you can't accept and move forward."
"Don't worry about me old man, I'll be fine," you say lightly as you wave dismissively. "Anyway, tell me how exactly do you know about $namee?"
Thomas nods, folding worn hands in his lap as he collects his thoughts. "I live near where the accident took place. Every morning, I take a walk along that road and... well, I was there when it happened."
You grip the steering wheel tighter. "You saw the accident?"
"I'm afraid so," regret laces his words. "It all happened so fast, there was nothing anyone could do... I'm sorry I didn't come sooner..."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137CUL6">><</button>><b>15:30
Somewhere in 'Pet Zone'</b>
Observing a shelf filled with cat food, you squint your eyes, searching for $catname's favorite one.
"You have... a cat?" the old man asks from behind you as you startle.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"For fuck’s sake," you curse under your breath, throwing him a glare over your shoulder. "Can you not sneak up on me?"<<else>>"You want me to die, old man?" you raise a brow over your shoulder.<</if>>
He takes a step back, hands raising in surrender as you focus back on the cat food. "It's $namee's cat, but yeah, I got a cat. $catname, that's the name we chose for him."
"Oh..." he winces, and out of nowhere he blurts out. "Can we exchange our number?"
Slowly, you turn around with a pack of cat food in your hands. <<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Look old man, you're not my type so could you stop being weird?"<<else>>"While I'm flattered, you're not really my type."<</if>>
His eyes widen as he shakes his head. "No no no, that's not what I meant, I’m taken. I have a wife."
You cock a brow. "You're trying to cheat on your wife?"
"No! I just... I thought maybe I could cheer you up with a dinner at home? My wife is a good cook." he says, gaze hopeful.
You sigh. You just met him, and you already feel like, no matter what, this isn't the last time you'll see him. Whether you like it or not, you already know that. Why did you bring him here in the first place...
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C140">><</button>><b>15: 08
Somewhere in Heggi Park</b>
Emily fidgets on the bench, fingers playing with the hem of her black shirt. She's still unsure if $name will actually show up or if their call was just an impulsive decision. She wasn't prepared for it, she's still not prepared.
What if she messes up again? She wants to be here for $name, what life threw at $m_them is too heartbreaking and Emily is a good person, right? So she <i>has</i> to be able to comfort $name or just be here for $m_them when $m_they need$m_s it. She wants to answer every question $name might have.
Taking a shaky breath, she chews her inner cheek. She's so nervous, it hurts. Her wife had offered to come, Horia wanted to support her wife, but Emily refused. She couldn't bring anyone else when $name was gracious enough to meet with someone like her. A monster.
A monster, right. Horia insisted that she wasn't. But she is, she couldn't do anything <i>because</i> of her kindness. It's a blessing and a curse. She destroyed a life because of this so-called kindness.
A figure appears before her, blocking the sun, and she blinks twice before recognizing... $name.
"You're already here," $name say$m_s as $m_they take$m_s a seat beside her. "I'm glad you came, doctor-"
"Emily," she corrects quickly, holding out a hand. "Please, call me Emily.
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*[["Emily," you nod, shaking her hand.|Chap1C137DOC2]]
*[["Alright, Emily," you chuckle, shaking her hand.|Chap1C137DOC3]]
*[[You raise a brow, shaking her hand. "Emily, right."|Chap1C137DOC4]]
*[["Does it really matter?" you sigh but shake her hand anyway.|Chap1C137DOC5]]
*[["Glad you came, Emily," you smile at her, shaking her hand.|Chap1C137DOC6]]Not cold but not warm either. This is better than Emily thought $name would be with her. She doesn't even deserve so much but she's glad all the same.
The doctor can't seem to look away, her gaze observing $name's features. $m_They look$m_s different from when they first met. $m_They look$m_s... in better shape and that actually makes Emily feel better.
<<if $grief == "crybroken">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Crying on the floor, pleading someone, <i>anyone</i> to bring $m_them back what $m_they lost. That time was heartbreaking, devastating to watch. The doctor felt so powerless that time, having to watch the person she ruined. Having to tell $name $m_they can't even say $m_their goodbyes.<<elseif $grief == "numb">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. An empty shell, looking without seeing, hearing without listening. This was the most difficult thing for Emily to watch. Because she thought she was talking to a doll, as if the soul was too fractured to save, leaving only an empty shell.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. She's still scared. Because that time $name had just simply nodded with a forced smile, <i>thanking</i> the doctor for telling $m_them. Emily felt so uncomfortable. So uneasy to have to hear someone thanking her when she ruined their life. She couldn't and she still can't say if $name was acting or not, $m_their walls was so high, Emily didn't know what was genuine and what was not. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.
<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. The way $name said nothing, the way $name just nodded. This was so hard to read $m_them, so hard to know if $m_they heard Emily at all. Emily felt uncomfortable. Not because $name didn't say nothing but because she knew $name $m_wasnt okay, no one would be okay to lose someone so dear for them. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.<<else>>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Scared to have to handle an angry $name. Emily didn't care about the anger, the disbelief in $name's eyes, the shouts. What was heartbreaking was the way $name denied it all. Emily would too if she learned her own wife died. Horia and their daughter are everything for her.<</if>>
The person Emily saw wasn't this person in front of her right now. Yes, this is definitely better now. That eases the guilt Emily feels right now too.
$name $m_have to pull away $m_their hands for Emily to be brought back to reality as she hastily yank her hand away as if burned. "I'm sorry."
<<if $subtle is 1>>"It's okay," $name answers softly and the guilt is here all over again.<<else>>$name shrug$m_s as $m_they clear$m_s $m_their throat.<</if>>
"You..." Emily trails off. "...wanted to see me?"
$name nod$m_s, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on $m_their pants. "I think I need it. I think we both need it."
The doctor's eyes widen slightly, heart squeezing painfully yet she still feels lighter.
"Did $e_they..." $name trail$m_s off, rolling $m_their lips together. "Did $e_they suffer?"
Emily's eyes water as she swallows hard. She hates it. Hates to have to lie. "No... of course not. $e_They didn't suffer."
She sees the way $name's shoulders sag in relief. Coming here was a mistake. This is unbearable.
"You did what you could," $name say$m_s with a helpless shrug. "You're not some kind of superhuman, the car crash was pretty bad and... $namee was in bad shape."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>$name huff$m_s a chuckle before adding. "I know $e_they wouldn't want $e_their doc to blame themself, so don't, yeah?"<<else>>$name take$m_s a deep breath before adding. "$namee wouldn't want you to blame yourself, and trust me, I know $e_them well enough to know it."<</if>>
The doctor shakes her head. She doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want $name to worry about her. $name shouldn't. It's her fault if $name $m_have to grieve in the first place. "Please don't say that. It's my fault..."
She hears $name sighing softly as she hurries to wipe her tears. Sniffing, she straightens. This won't help anyone if she cries. She decided to help $name so that's what she'll do.
"Can we..." Emily runs a hand through her hair. "Can we meet again? Maybe I can invite you for dinner?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>That makes $name scrunches $m_their nose in... almost disgust, but she has a feeling that it's not particularly at her. "Sorry sweetheart, but you're not my type."<<else>>That makes $name chuckles with a shake of $m_their head. "You're an attractive woman but I'll have to decline."<</if>>
Emily's eyes widen, her whole face reddening as she waves her hands in front of her with more strength than necessary. "Not like that! I'm taken, I have a wife. I meant a dinner at my place maybe? When you're free we could do it sometime."
"Ah," $name nods slowly. "My bad. Then yeah, maybe. I have your number, and you got mine anyway."
The doctor's eyes light up. "That's... that's awesome."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C140">><</button>>The doctor stare at $name in surprise. A laugh. A laugh coming from $name to someone like Emily. This is better than Emily thought $name would be with her. She doesn't even deserve so much but she's glad all the same.
The doctor can't seem to look away, her gaze observing $name's features. $m_They look$m_s different from when they first met. $m_They look$m_s... in better shape and that actually makes Emily feel better.
<<if $grief == "crybroken">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Crying on the floor, pleading someone, <i>anyone</i> to bring $m_them back what $m_they lost. That time was heartbreaking, devastating to watch. The doctor felt so powerless that time, having to watch the person she ruined. Having to tell $name $m_they can't even say $m_their goodbyes.<<elseif $grief == "numb">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. An empty shell, looking without seeing, hearing without listening. This was the most difficult thing for Emily to watch. Because she thought she was talking to a doll, as if the soul was too fractured to save, leaving only an empty shell.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. She's still scared. Because that time $name had just simply nodded with a forced smile, <i>thanking</i> the doctor for telling $m_them. Emily felt so uncomfortable. So uneasy to have to hear someone thanking her when she ruined their life. She couldn't and she still can't say if $name was acting or not, $m_their walls was so high, Emily didn't know what was genuine and what was not. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.
<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. The way $name said nothing, the way $name just nodded. This was so hard to read $m_them, so hard to know if $m_they heard Emily at all. Emily felt uncomfortable. Not because $name didn't say nothing but because she knew $name $m_wasnt okay, no one would be okay to lose someone so dear for them. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.<<else>>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Scared to have to handle an angry $name. Emily didn't care about the anger, the disbelief in $name's eyes, the shouts. What was heartbreaking was the way $name denied it all. Emily would too if she learned her own wife died. Horia and their daughter are everything for her.<</if>>
The person Emily saw wasn't this person in front of her right now. Yes, this is definitely better now. That eases the guilt Emily feels right now too.
$name $m_have to pull away $m_their hands for Emily to be brought back to reality as she hastily yank her hand away as if burned. "I'm sorry."
<<if $subtle is 1>>"It's okay," $name answers softly and the guilt is here all over again.<<else>>$name shrug$m_s as $m_they clear$m_s $m_their throat.<</if>>
"You..." Emily trails off. "...wanted to see me?"
$name nod$m_s, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on $m_their pants. "I think I need it. I think we both need it."
The doctor's eyes widen slightly, heart squeezing painfully yet she still feels lighter.
"Did $e_they..." $name trail$m_s off, rolling $m_their lips together. "Did $e_they suffer?"
Emily's eyes water as she swallows hard. She hates it. Hates to have to lie. "No... of course not. $e_They didn't suffer."
She sees the way $name's shoulders sag in relief. Coming here was a mistake. This is unbearable.
"You did what you could," $name say$m_s with a helpless shrug. "You're not some kind of superhuman, the car crash was pretty bad and... $namee was in bad shape."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>$name huff$m_s a chuckle before adding. "I know $e_they wouldn't want $e_their doc to blame themself, so don't, yeah?"<<else>>$name take$m_s a deep breath before adding. "$namee wouldn't want you to blame yourself, and trust me, I know $e_them well enough to know it."<</if>>
The doctor shakes her head. She doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want $name to worry about her. $name shouldn't. It's her fault if $name $m_have to grieve in the first place. "Please don't say that. It's my fault..."
She hears $name sighing softly as she hurries to wipe her tears. Sniffing, she straightens. This won't help anyone if she cries. She decided to help $name so that's what she'll do.
"Can we..." Emily runs a hand through her hair. "Can we meet again? Maybe I can invite you for dinner?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>That makes $name scrunches $m_their nose in... almost disgust, but she has a feeling that it's not particularly at her. "Sorry sweetheart, but you're not my type."<<else>>That makes $name chuckles with a shake of $m_their head. "You're an attractive woman but I'll have to decline."<</if>>
Emily's eyes widen, her whole face reddening as she waves her hands in front of her with more strength than necessary. "Not like that! I'm taken, I have a wife. I meant a dinner at my place maybe? When you're free we could do it sometime."
"Ah," $name nods slowly. "My bad. Then yeah, maybe. I have your number, and you got mine anyway."
The doctor's eyes light up. "That's... that's awesome."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C140">><</button>>Not cold but not warm either. This is better than Emily thought $name would be with her. She doesn't even deserve so much but she's glad all the same.
The doctor can't seem to look away, her gaze observing $name's features. $m_They look$m_s different from when they first met. $m_They look$m_s... in better shape and that actually makes Emily feel better.
<<if $grief == "crybroken">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Crying on the floor, pleading someone, <i>anyone</i> to bring $m_them back what $m_they lost. That time was heartbreaking, devastating to watch. The doctor felt so powerless that time, having to watch the person she ruined. Having to tell $name $m_they can't even say $m_their goodbyes.<<elseif $grief == "numb">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. An empty shell, looking without seeing, hearing without listening. This was the most difficult thing for Emily to watch. Because she thought she was talking to a doll, as if the soul was too fractured to save, leaving only an empty shell.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. She's still scared. Because that time $name had just simply nodded with a forced smile, <i>thanking</i> the doctor for telling $m_them. Emily felt so uncomfortable. So uneasy to have to hear someone thanking her when she ruined their life. She couldn't and she still can't say if $name was acting or not, $m_their walls was so high, Emily didn't know what was genuine and what was not. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.
<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. The way $name said nothing, the way $name just nodded. This was so hard to read $m_them, so hard to know if $m_they heard Emily at all. Emily felt uncomfortable. Not because $name didn't say nothing but because she knew $name $m_wasnt okay, no one would be okay to lose someone so dear for them. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.<<else>>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Scared to have to handle an angry $name. Emily didn't care about the anger, the disbelief in $name's eyes, the shouts. What was heartbreaking was the way $name denied it all. Emily would too if she learned her own wife died. Horia and their daughter are everything for her.<</if>>
The person Emily saw wasn't this person in front of her right now. Yes, this is definitely better now. That eases the guilt Emily feels right now too.
$name $m_have to pull away $m_their hands for Emily to be brought back to reality as she hastily yank her hand away as if burned. "I'm sorry."
<<if $subtle is 1>>"It's okay," $name answers softly and the guilt is here all over again.<<else>>$name shrug$m_s as $m_they clear$m_s $m_their throat.<</if>>
"You..." Emily trails off. "...wanted to see me?"
$name nod$m_s, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on $m_their pants. "I think I need it. I think we both need it."
The doctor's eyes widen slightly, heart squeezing painfully yet she still feels lighter.
"Did $e_they..." $name trail$m_s off, rolling $m_their lips together. "Did $e_they suffer?"
Emily's eyes water as she swallows hard. She hates it. Hates to have to lie. "No... of course not. $e_They didn't suffer."
She sees the way $name's shoulders sag in relief. Coming here was a mistake. This is unbearable.
"You did what you could," $name say$m_s with a helpless shrug. "You're not some kind of superhuman, the car crash was pretty bad and... $namee was in bad shape."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>$name huff$m_s a chuckle before adding. "I know $e_they wouldn't want $e_their doc to blame themself, so don't, yeah?"<<else>>$name take$m_s a deep breath before adding. "$namee wouldn't want you to blame yourself, and trust me, I know $e_them well enough to know it."<</if>>
The doctor shakes her head. She doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want $name to worry about her. $name shouldn't. It's her fault if $name $m_have to grieve in the first place. "Please don't say that. It's my fault..."
She hears $name sighing softly as she hurries to wipe her tears. Sniffing, she straightens. This won't help anyone if she cries. She decided to help $name so that's what she'll do.
"Can we..." Emily runs a hand through her hair. "Can we meet again? Maybe I can invite you for dinner?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>That makes $name scrunches $m_their nose in... almost disgust, but she has a feeling that it's not particularly at her. "Sorry sweetheart, but you're not my type."<<else>>That makes $name chuckles with a shake of $m_their head. "You're an attractive woman but I'll have to decline."<</if>>
Emily's eyes widen, her whole face reddening as she waves her hands in front of her with more strength than necessary. "Not like that! I'm taken, I have a wife. I meant a dinner at my place maybe? When you're free we could do it sometime."
"Ah," $name nods slowly. "My bad. Then yeah, maybe. I have your number, and you got mine anyway."
The doctor's eyes light up. "That's... that's awesome."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C140">><</button>>Emily winces at the comment. But... this is better than Emily thought $name would be with her. She doesn't even deserve so much but she's glad all the same.
The doctor can't seem to look away, her gaze observing $name's features. $m_They look$m_s different from when they first met. $m_They look$m_s... in better shape and that actually makes Emily feel better.
<<if $grief == "crybroken">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Crying on the floor, pleading someone, <i>anyone</i> to bring $m_them back what $m_they lost. That time was heartbreaking, devastating to watch. The doctor felt so powerless that time, having to watch the person she ruined. Having to tell $name $m_they can't even say $m_their goodbyes.<<elseif $grief == "numb">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. An empty shell, looking without seeing, hearing without listening. This was the most difficult thing for Emily to watch. Because she thought she was talking to a doll, as if the soul was too fractured to save, leaving only an empty shell.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. She's still scared. Because that time $name had just simply nodded with a forced smile, <i>thanking</i> the doctor for telling $m_them. Emily felt so uncomfortable. So uneasy to have to hear someone thanking her when she ruined their life. She couldn't and she still can't say if $name was acting or not, $m_their walls was so high, Emily didn't know what was genuine and what was not. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.
<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. The way $name said nothing, the way $name just nodded. This was so hard to read $m_them, so hard to know if $m_they heard Emily at all. Emily felt uncomfortable. Not because $name didn't say nothing but because she knew $name $m_wasnt okay, no one would be okay to lose someone so dear for them. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.<<else>>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Scared to have to handle an angry $name. Emily didn't care about the anger, the disbelief in $name's eyes, the shouts. What was heartbreaking was the way $name denied it all. Emily would too if she learned her own wife died. Horia and their daughter are everything for her.<</if>>
The person Emily saw wasn't this person in front of her right now. Yes, this is definitely better now. That eases the guilt Emily feels right now too.
$name $m_have to pull away $m_their hands for Emily to be brought back to reality as she hastily yank her hand away as if burned. "I'm sorry."
<<if $subtle is 1>>"It's okay," $name answers softly and the guilt is here all over again.<<else>>$name shrug$m_s as $m_they clear$m_s $m_their throat.<</if>>
"You..." Emily trails off. "...wanted to see me?"
$name nod$m_s, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on $m_their pants. "I think I need it. I think we both need it."
The doctor's eyes widen slightly, heart squeezing painfully yet she still feels lighter.
"Did $e_they..." $name trail$m_s off, rolling $m_their lips together. "Did $e_they suffer?"
Emily's eyes water as she swallows hard. She hates it. Hates to have to lie. "No... of course not. $e_They didn't suffer."
She sees the way $name's shoulders sag in relief. Coming here was a mistake. This is unbearable.
"You did what you could," $name say$m_s with a helpless shrug. "You're not some kind of superhuman, the car crash was pretty bad and... $namee was in bad shape."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>$name huff$m_s a chuckle before adding. "I know $e_they wouldn't want $e_their doc to blame themself, so don't, yeah?"<<else>>$name take$m_s a deep breath before adding. "$namee wouldn't want you to blame yourself, and trust me, I know $e_them well enough to know it."<</if>>
The doctor shakes her head. She doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want $name to worry about her. $name shouldn't. It's her fault if $name $m_have to grieve in the first place. "Please don't say that. It's my fault..."
She hears $name sighing softly as she hurries to wipe her tears. Sniffing, she straightens. This won't help anyone if she cries. She decided to help $name so that's what she'll do.
"Can we..." Emily runs a hand through her hair. "Can we meet again? Maybe I can invite you for dinner?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>That makes $name scrunches $m_their nose in... almost disgust, but she has a feeling that it's not particularly at her. "Sorry sweetheart, but you're not my type."<<else>>That makes $name chuckles with a shake of $m_their head. "You're an attractive woman but I'll have to decline."<</if>>
Emily's eyes widen, her whole face reddening as she waves her hands in front of her with more strength than necessary. "Not like that! I'm taken, I have a wife. I meant a dinner at my place maybe? When you're free we could do it sometime."
"Ah," $name nods slowly. "My bad. Then yeah, maybe. I have your number, and you got mine anyway."
The doctor's eyes light up. "That's... that's awesome."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C140">><</button>>Emily's eyes widen in surprise before she schools her features. She wasn't expecting such a warm greeting from $name. But... this is better than Emily thought $name would be with her. She doesn't even deserve so much but she's glad all the same.
The doctor can't seem to look away, her gaze observing $name's features. $m_They look$m_s different from when they first met. $m_They look$m_s... in better shape and that actually makes Emily feel better.
<<if $grief == "crybroken">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Crying on the floor, pleading someone, <i>anyone</i> to bring $m_them back what $m_they lost. That time was heartbreaking, devastating to watch. The doctor felt so powerless that time, having to watch the person she ruined. Having to tell $name $m_they can't even say $m_their goodbyes.<<elseif $grief == "numb">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. An empty shell, looking without seeing, hearing without listening. This was the most difficult thing for Emily to watch. Because she thought she was talking to a doll, as if the soul was too fractured to save, leaving only an empty shell.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. She's still scared. Because that time $name had just simply nodded with a forced smile, <i>thanking</i> the doctor for telling $m_them. Emily felt so uncomfortable. So uneasy to have to hear someone thanking her when she ruined their life. She couldn't and she still can't say if $name was acting or not, $m_their walls was so high, Emily didn't know what was genuine and what was not. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.
<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. The way $name said nothing, the way $name just nodded. This was so hard to read $m_them, so hard to know if $m_they heard Emily at all. Emily felt uncomfortable. Not because $name didn't say nothing but because she knew $name $m_wasnt okay, no one would be okay to lose someone so dear for them. She wants to think $name $m_is doing better.<<else>>She was scared to see the same person she saw the last time. Scared to have to handle an angry $name. Emily didn't care about the anger, the disbelief in $name's eyes, the shouts. What was heartbreaking was the way $name denied it all. Emily would too if she learned her own wife died. Horia and their daughter are everything for her.<</if>>
The person Emily saw wasn't this person in front of her right now. Yes, this is definitely better now. That eases the guilt Emily feels right now too.
$name $m_have to pull away $m_their hands for Emily to be brought back to reality as she hastily yank her hand away as if burned. "I'm sorry."
<<if $subtle is 1>>"It's okay," $name answers softly and the guilt is here all over again.<<else>>$name shrug$m_s as $m_they clear$m_s $m_their throat.<</if>>
"You..." Emily trails off. "...wanted to see me?"
$name nod$m_s, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on $m_their pants. "I think I need it. I think we both need it."
The doctor's eyes widen slightly, heart squeezing painfully yet she still feels lighter.
"Did $e_they..." $name trail$m_s off, rolling $m_their lips together. "Did $e_they suffer?"
Emily's eyes water as she swallows hard. She hates it. Hates to have to lie. "No... of course not. $e_They didn't suffer."
She sees the way $name's shoulders sag in relief. Coming here was a mistake. This is unbearable.
"You did what you could," $name say$m_s with a helpless shrug. "You're not some kind of superhuman, the car crash was pretty bad and... $namee was in bad shape."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>$name huff$m_s a chuckle before adding. "I know $e_they wouldn't want $e_their doc to blame themself, so don't, yeah?"<<else>>$name take$m_s a deep breath before adding. "$namee wouldn't want you to blame yourself, and trust me, I know $e_them well enough to know it."<</if>>
The doctor shakes her head. She doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want $name to worry about her. $name shouldn't. It's her fault if $name $m_have to grieve in the first place. "Please don't say that. It's my fault..."
She hears $name sighing softly as she hurries to wipe her tears. Sniffing, she straightens. This won't help anyone if she cries. She decided to help $name so that's what she'll do.
"Can we..." Emily runs a hand through her hair. "Can we meet again? Maybe I can invite you for dinner?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>That makes $name scrunches $m_their nose in... almost disgust, but she has a feeling that it's not particularly at her. "Sorry sweetheart, but you're not my type."<<else>>That makes $name chuckles with a shake of $m_their head. "You're an attractive woman but I'll have to decline."<</if>>
Emily's eyes widen, her whole face reddening as she waves her hands in front of her with more strength than necessary. "Not like that! I'm taken, I have a wife. I meant a dinner at my place maybe? When you're free we could do it sometime."
"Ah," $name nods slowly. "My bad. Then yeah, maybe. I have your number, and you got mine anyway."
The doctor's eyes light up. "That's... that's awesome."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C140">><</button>>$namel's eyes blink as $l_they notices your gaze drops to the very obvious hickey at $l_their neck. $l_They adjusts $l_their collar with a chuckle as $l_they clears $l_their throat.
"Ah, seems I got a little...carried away last night," $l_they smiles good-naturedly.
"A little?" you lift your brows in amusement. "Pretty serious make-out sesh by the looks of it if you ask me."
"Well, you know, when passion runs high..." $namel trails off with a half-hearted shrug. But the mischief in $l_their eyes now don't go unnoticed.
"So who's the lucky person that left their mark?" you inquire.
$l_They waves a dismissive hand. "Just a friend. Nothing serious."
You raise a brow. "Mm-hmm, sure. Nothing serious except the hickey the size of Athiel's ego on your neck."
"Really," $l_they hums innocently.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137">><</button>>"Why not both? These people as you call them seems quite drawn to an older, distinguished $l_man such as myself," $l_they remarks lightly, traces of smug satisfaction in $l_their tone.
"I'm sure your large bank account has nothing to do with it," you respond dryly.
"Now now, money isn't everything," $namel winks. "Though it doesn't matter. It's never really serious anyway."
"I have no doubt," you hum.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C137">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>>$a_Their face contorts in an uncomfortable expression as $a_they passes a hand over $a_their face. "Look, I'm just saying that–"
"I know what you're saying and I'm asking you if you're done," you cut $a_them off, crossing your arms with a shrug. "If you're trying to pick a fight right now, you're knocking on the wrong door."
"Just hear me out–"
You're starting to think $a_they definitely wants to argue with you right now. But you don't want to. This discussion is going nowhere. "Athiel."
$a_They closes $a_their mouth shut, locking $a_their gaze on yours.
"Do you wanna fight about how I'm acting?" you ask with a small frown, your tone staying neutral. "Because if that's what you want, I won't play along. This is how I am, deal with it."
"No, I just want you to understand–" $a_they pauses, shoulders sagging and eyes darting away with a huff. "–I don't say this to piss you off. But it's whatever."
"If you don't want to piss me off, why do you choose words you know will hurt me?" you tilt your head, adding. "If I want to cry, stay locked in my room, scream in my house, kick everything in my place or just stay like a statue for hours, that's none of your business. I'll do what I want to do, how I want to. If you're not the kind of $a_man to behave that way, that's good for you, don't project your way onto me."
At that, $a_they stays silent, brows knitting together. You can see it, $a_they's confused. Of what? You don't know. Of course $a_their words would sting, why is $a_they acting all confused? $a_They could've chosen $a_their words and talked about it without throwing harsh words in your face, but no, that's impossible for someone like $a_them.
You don't give $a_them a chance to respond, shaking your head and walking ahead.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C15">><</button>><b>17:43
Macara Residence - Home</b>
Throwing the car keys on the coffee table in the living room, Ekissa looks up, quirking a brow curiously. "So? That little meeting with $namel? I saw $l_their car coming hours ago, $l_they disgusted you so much you had to leave?"
"Not really," you wave a hand dismissively as you join $j_them on the couch. "Guess what."
"What?" your best friend says without much guessing.
You give $j_them a deadpan look. "Can you play along?"
$j_They groans, head falling back against the couch, $j_their hand playing with the rings adorning $j_their fingers. "You met a celebrity?"
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Oh yes, I met a dozen celebrities," you drawl. "They all decided to go to the same place as me."
"Alright, I get it," $j_they releases a sharp breath at your sarcasm. Shifting more comfortably on the couch, $j_they hums as $j_they tries to guess. "You.... I don't know, just tell me already."<<else>>You frown slightly. "You're not playing along."
$j_They rolls $j_their eyes with a sigh. "Can't you just tell me already?"<</if>>
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*[["I'm pregnant," you joke with a dead serious face.|Chap1C141]]
*[[You grin at your bestie. "This best friend of yours has a job."|Chap1C142]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Leon hired me as an assistant," you say simply.|Chap1C143]]<<else>>[["Luna hired me as an assistant," you say simply.|Chap1C143]]<</if>>
*[[You narrow your eyes at your bestie. "Mmmmh, I don't know if I wanna tell you."|Chap1C144]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You smile. "I... Well, Leon offered me a job. I accepted."|Chap1C145]]<<else>>[[You smile. "I... Well, Luna offered me a job. I accepted."|Chap1C145]]<</if>>Your best friend closes $j_their eyes shut with another sigh. Done with you, but having no choice but to humor $j_their best friend. "Now what's the real news?"
"You really don't wanna play along today," your shoulders sag in defeat. "I got a job."
$j_They cracks an eye open, interest piqued. "You... do?"
"Yeah, $namel offered me a job," you explain with a shrug. "I accepted."
You thought $j_they'd be happy, but your best friend face pinches in what you assume a mix of wariness and suspicion. Yeah, that's exactly how you reacted when $namel offered you the job. It's not about being happy for you but wondering the <i>why</i>.
You get it, been there, done that. Especially knowing your background, people refusing to hire you for the too little—inexistent—degree, or telling they'll call you back, only to, guess what? Forget your number and probably throwing your CV in the closest trash bin they saw.
However, Ekissa's features soften as $j_they shoves your shoulder with a grin. "Congrats then."
"Thanks," your lips curl upward in the corner of your lips. "I'll work as an assistant, isn't it cool?"
"$namel's assistant, huh?" $j_they wonders aloud, $j_their lips trembling as $j_they tries to bite back a chuckle.
That seems to amuse $j_them to no end, but you’d like to actually get what’s so funny.
<<if $persona == "intimid">>You purse your lips. "What's so funny?<<else>>You look at him, puzzled. "Wanna share your thoughts there, Eki'?"<</if>>
"Nothing, nothing," Ekissa rolls $j_their lips together in an attempt to contain $j_their mirth. "Just..."
"Just...?"
"You sure you wanna deal with $namel all day? You'll be $l_their assistant, right? Meaning seeing $l_them every day," $j_they shrugs nonchalantly.
"$l_They's not that bad," you say before shaking your head. "And I need this job, I can't be picky about it."
Your best friend finally let out a laugh, shaking $j_their head as if you just told $j_them the joke of the year.
"Right,” $j_they agrees with a shrug. “Well, good luck with that $l_man. But it's not me who gotta work with $l_them so I can’t complain, right? And I'm sure you'll be alright working for $l_them."
<<if $LL >= 3>>You don't miss the way Ekissa smirk at that, throwing a knowing look your way.
"What?" you sputter.
Ekissa blinks at you innocently. "What?"
"That look, what was that look for?" you narrow your eyes.
"Oh nothing, I just think you'll be real fine working for $l_them, that's all," $j_they smirks.
"Wipe that smirk," you huff.
<<if $JL >= 2>>"Make me."
Your eyes widen as you shove $j_them. "Fuck off."
That earns another fit of laughter from $j_them.<</if>><<else>>You hum in agreement. "Yeah, $l_they's a bit pushy but not that annoying."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C146">><</button>>Ekissa blinks at you, tilting $j_their head, $j_their eyes flicking away then back to you as if checking if you’re serious or not. A crease forms between $j_their brows. "Get outta here, you do?"
"Yeah, $namel offered me a job and I accepted," you say lightly.
You thought $j_they'd be happy, but your best friend face pinches in what you assume a mix of wariness and suspicion. Yeah, that's exactly how you reacted when $namel offered you the job. It's not about being happy for you but wondering the <i>why</i>.
You get it, been there, done that. Especially knowing your background, people refusing to hire you for the too little—inexistent—degree, or telling they'll call you back, only to, guess what? Forget your number and probably throwing your CV in the closest trash bin they saw.
"I see," Ekissa nods slowly before mirroring your grin, shoving your shoulder playfully. "Congrats then."
Your eyes light up as you nod. "Thanks, I can finally earn my money, thank god."
"$namel's assistant, huh?" $j_they wonders aloud, $j_their lips trembling as $j_they tries to bite back a chuckle.
That seems to amuse $j_them to no end, but you’d like to actually get what’s so funny.
<<if $persona == "intimid">>You purse your lips. "What's so funny?"<<else>>You look at him, puzzled. "Wanna share your thoughts there, Eki'?"<</if>>
"Nothing, nothing," Ekissa rolls $j_their lips together in an attempt to contain $j_their mirth. "Just..."
"Just...?"
"You sure you wanna deal with $namel all day? You'll be $l_their assistant, right? Meaning seeing $l_them every day," $j_they shrugs nonchalantly.
"$l_They's not that bad," you say before shaking your head. "And I need this job, I can't be picky about it."
Your best friend finally let out a laugh, shaking $j_their head as if you just told $j_them the joke of the year.
"Right,” $j_they agrees with a shrug. “Well, good luck with that $l_man. But it's not me who gotta work with $l_them so I can’t complain, right? And I'm sure you'll be alright working for $l_them."
<<if $LL >= 3>>You don't miss the way Ekissa smirk at that, throwing a knowing look your way.
"What?" you sputter.
Ekissa blinks at you innocently. "What?"
"That look, what was that look for?" you narrow your eyes.
"Oh nothing, I just think you'll be real fine working for $l_them, that's all," $j_they smirks.
"Wipe that smirk," you huff.
<<if $JL >= 2>>"Make me."
Your eyes widen as you shove $j_them. "Fuck off."
That earns another fit of laughter from $j_them.<</if>><<else>>You hum in agreement. "Yeah, $l_they's a bit pushy but not that annoying."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C146">><</button>>Ekissa's brows shoot up in surprise, but the surprise is soon replaced by a frown. "$namel hired you?"
"That's what I said," you nod.
"As an assistant," your best friend continues.
You raise an eyebrow in $j_their direction. "Yes, that's also what I said."
You thought $j_they'd be happy, but your best friend face pinches in what you assume a mix of wariness and suspicion. Yeah, that's exactly how you reacted when $namel offered you the job. It's not about being happy for you but wondering the <i>why</i>.
You get it, been there, done that. Especially knowing your background, people refusing to hire you for the too little—inexistent—degree, or telling they'll call you back, only to, guess what? Forget your number and probably throwing your CV in the closest trash bin they saw.
"I see," Ekissa nods slowly before mirroring your grin as $j_they shoves your shoulder. "Congrats then."
A small smile finds its way on your mouth. "Thanks, Eki'."
"$namel's assistant, huh?" $j_they wonders aloud, $j_their lips trembling as $j_they tries to bite back a chuckle.
That seems to amuse $j_them to no end, but you’d like to actually get what’s so funny.
<<if $persona == "intimid">>You purse your lips. "What's so funny?"<<else>>You look at him, puzzled. "Wanna share your thoughts there, Eki'?"<</if>>
"Nothing, nothing," Ekissa rolls $j_their lips together in an attempt to contain $j_their mirth. "Just..."
"Just...?"
"You sure you wanna deal with $namel all day? You'll be $l_their assistant, right? Meaning seeing $l_them every day," $j_they shrugs nonchalantly.
"$l_They's not that bad," you say before shaking your head. "And I need this job, I can't be picky about it."
Your best friend finally let out a laugh, shaking $j_their head as if you just told $j_them the joke of the year.
"Right,” $j_they agrees with a shrug. “Well, good luck with that $l_man. But it's not me who gotta work with $l_them so I can’t complain, right? And I'm sure you'll be alright working for $l_them."
<<if $LL >= 3>>You don't miss the way Ekissa smirk at that, throwing a knowing look your way.
"What?" you sputter.
Ekissa blinks at you innocently. "What?"
"That look, what was that look for?" you narrow your eyes.
"Oh nothing, I just think you'll be real fine working for $l_them, that's all," $j_they smirks.
"Wipe that smirk," you huff.
<<if $JL >= 2>>"Make me."
Your eyes widen as you shove $j_them. "Fuck off."
That earns another fit of laughter from $j_them.<</if>><<else>>You hum in agreement. "Yeah, $l_they's a bit pushy but not that annoying."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C146">><</button>>"You kiddin'?" $j_they groans, passing a hand over $j_their face. "Oh c'mon, don't make me guess."
"I don't know if I wanna tell you even if you finally play along and guess," you huff.
A beat. $j_Their leg nudges yours as if trying to coax the answer out of you through this gesture. "C'mon... You got me curious now."
Well, if $j_they insists so much.
"Alright, alright, I got a job," you start with a small smile, too impatient to spill the news. "$namel proposed me to work for $l_them as an assistant."
"Huh."
You thought $j_they'd be happy, but your best friend face pinches in what you assume a mix of wariness and suspicion. Yeah, that's exactly how you reacted when $namel offered you the job. It's not about being happy for you but wondering the <i>why</i>.
You get it, been there, done that. Especially knowing your background, people refusing to hire you for the too little—inexistent—degree, or telling they'll call you back, only to, guess what? Forget your number and probably throwing your CV in the closest trash bin they saw.
"I see," Ekissa nods slowly before mirroring your grin as $j_they shoves your shoulder. "Congrats then."
Your smile widens. "Thanks, Eki'."
"$namel's assistant, huh?" $j_they wonders aloud, $j_their lips trembling as $j_they tries to bite back a chuckle.
That seems to amuse $j_them to no end, but you’d like to actually get what’s so funny.
<<if $persona == "intimid">>You purse your lips. "What's so funny?"<<else>>You look at him, puzzled. "Wanna share your thoughts there, Eki'?"<</if>>
"Nothing, nothing," Ekissa rolls $j_their lips together in an attempt to contain $j_their mirth. "Just..."
"Just...?"
"You sure you wanna deal with $namel all day? You'll be $l_their assistant, right? Meaning seeing $l_them every day," $j_they shrugs nonchalantly.
"$l_They's not that bad," you say before shaking your head. "And I need this job, I can't be picky about it."
Your best friend finally lets out a laugh, shaking $j_their head as if you just told $j_them the joke of the year.
"Right,” $j_they agrees with a shrug. “Well, good luck with that $l_man. But it's not me who gotta work with $l_them so I can’t complain, right? And I'm sure you'll be alright working for $l_them."
<<if $LL >= 3>>You don't miss the way Ekissa smirk at that, throwing a knowing look your way.
"What?" you sputter.
Ekissa blinks at you innocently. "What?"
"That look, what was that look for?" you narrow your eyes.
"Oh nothing, I just think you'll be real fine working for $l_them, that's all," $j_they smirks.
"Wipe that smirk," you huff.
<<if $JL >= 2>>"Make me."
Your eyes widen as you shove $j_them. "Fuck off."
That earns another fit of laughter from $j_them.<</if>><<else>>You hum in agreement. "Yeah, $l_they's a bit pushy but not that annoying."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C146">><</button>>Ekissa's brows shoot up in surprise, but the surprise is soon replaced by a frown. "$namel hired you?"
"Yeah," you nod eagerly, observing your best friend. Waiting for $j_their reaction.
"As an assistant," Ekissa continues.
You blink at $j_them, nodding again. "Yeah, that's what I said...?"
You thought $j_they'd be happy, but your best friend face pinches in what you assume a mix of wariness and suspicion. Yeah, that's exactly how you reacted when $namel offered you the job. It's not about being happy for you but wondering the <i>why</i>.
You get it, been there, done that. Especially knowing your background, people refusing to hire you for the too little—inexistent—degree, or telling they'll call you back, only to, guess what? Forget your number and probably throwing your CV in the closest trash bin they saw.
However, Ekissa's features soften as $j_they shoves your shoulder with a grin. "Congrats then."
You smile widens. "Thanks, Eki'."
"$namel's assistant, huh?" $j_they wonders aloud, $j_their lips trembling as $j_they tries to bite back a chuckle.
That seems to amuse $j_them to no end, but you’d like to actually get what’s so funny.
<<if $persona == "intimid">>You purse your lips. "What's so funny?"<<else>>You look at him, puzzled. "Wanna share your thoughts there, Eki'?"<</if>>
"Nothing, nothing," Ekissa rolls $j_their lips together in an attempt to contain $j_their mirth. "Just..."
"Just...?"
"You sure you wanna deal with $namel all day? You'll be $l_their assistant, right? Meaning seeing $l_them every day," $j_they shrugs nonchalantly.
"$l_They's not that bad," you say before shaking your head. "And I need this job, I can't be picky about it."
Your best friend finally let out a laugh, shaking $j_their head as if you just told $j_them the joke of the year.
"Right,” $j_they agrees with a shrug. “Well, good luck with that $l_man. But it's not me who gotta work with $l_them so I can’t complain, right? And I'm sure you'll be alright working for $l_them."
<<if $LL >= 3>>You don't miss the way Ekissa smirk at that, throwing a knowing look your way.
"What?" you sputter.
Ekissa blinks at you innocently. "What?"
"That look, what was that look for?" you narrow your eyes.
"Oh nothing, I just think you'll be real fine working for $l_them, that's all," $j_they smirks.
"Wipe that smirk," you huff.
<<if $JL >= 2>>"Make me."
Your eyes widen as you shove $j_them. "Fuck off."
That earns another fit of laughter from $j_them.<</if>><<else>>You hum in agreement. "Yeah, $l_they's a bit pushy but not that annoying."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C146">><</button>>The front door yanks open and slams close, bringing your attention to the blondie. $a_Their open shirt exposing $a_their collarbone and a high-waisted pants, jewelry adorning $a_their neck, ears and fingers. However, that's not what caught your attention, it's the dark circles under $a_their tired eyes and the way $a_their shoulders are slouched.
These past few days, Athiel seems to be working harder than usual, gone early in the morning and returning late at night. $a_They’s doing photoshoots back to back without taking a break. It has become a habit not to see $a_them as often at home. But you don’t think it’s a good thing if it means seeing $a_them so exhausted each time $a_they comes back.
Not that $a_they'll change that for you. $a_They's been clear when $namel proposed $a_them to slow down a bit on the photoshoot. $a_They doesn't need people telling $a_them to work less or more, or to simply telling $a_them what to do, something that $namel understood because the old $l_man is like this too.
<<if $AL >= 3>>Still, you can't help but worry. The thing is, when it's <i>you</i> showing any kind of concern, Athiel shuts you off and avoid you like the plague. Something that makes you even more worried.
<</if>>"Ugh, you're here," Athiel wrinkles $a_their nose in disgust when $a_they notices you and Ekissa.
"And you're beat," Ekissa states.
The blondie shrugs, joining you and sinking on the couch. "Tell me about it. What’s for dinner?"
"We won’t be here tonight," you inform, jerking a thumb to Ekissa. "We'll be at the bar for $j_their performance, probably gonna eat there."
Blondie shifts $a_their gaze between you two, processing your words.
"Wait," Athiel frowns at you both as if betrayed. "I'll be alone tonight? You didn't think about inviting me?"
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*[["For you two to find a chance to argue?" you snort. "No thanks."|Chap1C147]]
*[[You smile apologetically. "I don't think that's a good idea."|Chap1C148]]
*[["You wanna come?" you propose with a smile.|Chap1C149]]
*[["You can come," you shrug. "Just didn't think you'd want that."|Chap1C150]]
*[["That's not my place to decide whether to invite you or not, it's important for Ekissa," you explain.|Chap1C151]]
*[["Oh c'mon we all know you and Ekissa in the same place is just asking for trouble," you shake your head with a chuckle.|Chap1C152]]<<set $AF to $AF - 1>>Athiel's frown deepens, not liking it one bit. $a_Their arms cross over $a_their chest and you can feel it. The start of an argument. <<if $AL >= 3>>$a_Their pout is cute, though.<</if>>
"I can behave when I want to," $a_they retorts, tone defensive.
"Riiiight," Ekissa scoffs. "You can't last 2 minutes without showing that shitty attitude of yours."
"I wanna come," the model shoots back. "I won't stay alone in this house."
"What, scared of feeling lonely?" you comment, eyeing $a_them skeptically. "You're not the kind to 'behave' so excuse us to doubt you."
Athiel's face contorts in outrage, $a_their eyes narrowing. You swear $a_they's going to explode. "I wanna come."
"What are you, five?" Ekissa scowls at the blond. "If you come you better shut that mouth cause that's my job we're talking about, not some random outing."
That seems to be enough for the blondie who grins triumphantly. "I knew I'd have what I want. I'm gonna go change!"
You and Ekissa exchange a look before shrugging. You pat $j_their shoulder. "Let's get ready too."
<<if $JL >= 3>>Ekissa nods in agreement but before you can leave, $j_their hand grasps your wrist, stopping you in your track. You look over your shoulder with a questioning look.
$j_They smiles warmly. "Congrats again for your job."
Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself smile back, your hand turning around to take $j_theirs. "Thanks."
<</if>>As you head to your room upstairs, your steps slow when you notice Athiel's door slightly ajar. $a_They's perched on the edge of $a_their bed, gaze distant and empty, arms resting on $a_their knees.
$a_Their face drops into $a_their hands, and you waver between entering or minding your own business.
"Go away," $a_their voice cuts through the silence.
<<if $AL >= 3>>You suck in a breath, ready to leave to your room but still hesitate. You know there's no point in insisting with $a_them but you can't help lingering.
"You're deaf or something?" $a_they clicks $a_their tongue.
Before you can speak, $a_they's already up, throwing you a venomous glare before slamming the door in your face.
Well, time to get ready then.
<<else>>You sigh with a nod, leaving $l_them be. No point in insisting with $l_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C153">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF - 1>><<set $JF to $JF +1>>Athiel's frown deepens, not liking it one bit. $a_Their arms cross over $a_their chest and you can feel it. The start of an argument. <<if $AL >= 3>>$a_Their pout is cute, though.<</if>>
"I can behave when I want to," $a_they retorts, tone defensive. "And don't give me that smile because I'm coming."
"You can't last 2 minutes without showing that shitty side of yours." Ekissa scoffs, pausing as if actually considering it before continuing. "And you're not coming."
"I wanna come," the blondie shoots back. "I won't stay alone in this house. I'm coming."
"It's not so bad to have some alone time," you say gently.
Athiel's face contorts in outrage when $a_they sees neither of you are budging, $a_their eyes narrowing. You swear $a_they's going to explode. "I wanna come."
"What are you, five?" Ekissa scowls at the blond, growing frustration showing. "If you come you better shut that mouth cause that's my job we're talking about, not some random outing."
That seems to be enough for the blondie who grins triumphantly. "I knew I'd have what I want. I'm gonna go change!"
You and Ekissa exchange a look before shrugging. You pat $j_their shoulder. "Let's get ready too."
<<if $JL >= 3>>Ekissa nods in agreement but before you can leave, $j_their hand grasps your wrist, stopping you in your track. You look over your shoulder with a questioning look.
$j_They smiles warmly. "Congrats again for your job."
Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself smile back, your hand turning around to take $j_theirs. "Thanks."
<</if>>As you head to your room upstairs, your steps slow when you notice Athiel's door slightly ajar. $a_They's perched on the edge of $a_their bed, gaze distant and empty, arms resting on $a_their knees.
$a_Their face drops into $a_their hands, and you waver between entering or minding your own business.
"Go away," $a_their voice cuts through the silence.
<<if $AL >= 3>>You suck in a breath, ready to leave to your room but still hesitate. You know there's no point in insisting with $a_them but you can't help lingering.
"You're deaf or something?" $a_they clicks $a_their tongue.
Before you can speak, $a_they's already up, throwing you a venomous glare before slamming the door in your face.
Well, time to get ready then.<<else>>You sigh with a nod, leaving $a_them be. No point in insisting with $a_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C153">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>><<set $JF to $JF +1>>Athiel's frown deepens, $a_their arms crossing over $a_their chest. <<if $AL >= 3>>$a_Their pout is cute, though.<</if>>
"Of course I wanna come," $a_they retorts, tone defensive. Then a tiny bit softer to you. "Can I? I'll be on my best behavior, promise."
"Riiiight," Ekissa scoffs. "You can't last 2 minutes without showing that shitty attitude of yours."
"I wanna come," the blondie shoots back. "I won't stay alone in this house and $name proposed so I'm saying yes."
"Yeah, it wouldn't be so bad if $a_they came, right Eki'?" you glance at your best friend, gaze hopeful.
That seems to be enough because your best friend’s features soften as $j_they shakes $j_their head. "This is asking for trouble."
Athiel's face contorts in outrage, $a_their eyes narrowing. You swear $a_they's going to explode. "I wanna come."
"What are you, five?" Ekissa scowls at the blondie. "If you come you better shut that mouth cause that's my job we're talking about, not some random outing."
The blondie’s eyes light up, grinning triumphantly your way. "I knew I'd have what I want. I'm gonna go change!"
You and Ekissa exchange a look before shrugging. You pat $j_their shoulder. "Let's get ready too."
<<if $JL >= 3>>Ekissa nods in agreement but before you can leave, $j_their hand grasps your wrist, stopping you in your track. You look over your shoulder with a questioning look.
$j_They smiles warmly. "Congrats again for your job."
Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself smile back, your hand turning around to take $j_theirs. "Thanks."
<</if>>As you head to your room upstairs, your steps slow when you notice Athiel's door slightly ajar. $a_They's perched on the edge of $a_their bed, gaze distant and empty, arms resting on $a_their knees.
$a_Their face drops into $a_their hands, and you waver between entering or minding your own business.
"Go away," $a_their voice cuts through the silence.
<<if $AL >= 3>>You suck in a breath, ready to leave to your room but still hesitate. You know there's no point in insisting with $a_them but you can't help lingering.
"You're deaf or something?" $a_they clicks $a_their tongue.
Before you can speak, $a_they's already up, throwing you a venomous glare before slamming the door in your face.
Well, time to get ready then.<<else>>You sigh with a nod, leaving $a_them be. No point in insisting with $a_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C153">><</button>>Athiel walks beside you in silence, $a_their hands shoved deep into $a_their pockets. You see it in the corner of your eye, $a_their demeanor shifting slightly as $a_they narrows $a_their eyes at the floor. You could almost think $a_they's regretting. But maybe that's just you being delusional, thinking something like this could happen.
"Let's stop at the coffee shop we saw earlier," $a_they breaks the silence after several minutes. $a_They adds. "I'm thirsty, sue me."
"I didn't say anything," you sigh, biting back a frustrated groan.
Heading to the coffee shop next to the second store you went earlier, you step in with the blondie at your heels. The coffee shop is rather small and has a cozy atmosphere. There's soft brown couches and armchairs scattered around for seating. Wooden tables of different sizes fill the open space, each with a little lamp on top. But you're not gonna lie, the walls are terrible, painted with a bright blue color and covered in... questionable artworks and pictures.
Taking a seat at the table farthest from the entrance, you rest your elbows on the surface, propping your chin on your palm as you gaze out the window.
"The usual?" $a_They mumbles.
You nod. Always taking a <<cycle "$pickdrink" autoselect>><<option "coffee">><<option "hot chocolate">><<option "juice">><<option "tea">><</cycle>>.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C16">><</button>>Athiel scoffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "As if I'd want to hang out with you losers. I have better things to do than watch your friend sing for tips."
Ekissa narrows $j_their eyes, a muscle in $j_their jaw twitching. "You know, Athiel, your attitude really pisses me off sometimes. If you don't wanna come, then don't. But don't act like you're too good for us."
"Whatever," Athiel waves a dismissive hand. "I'll just order takeout and have a quiet night in. Clearly, I'm not wanted here."
You glance between the two, sensing the tension rising before raising a brow. "You sure you don't wanna come, Athiel?"
"Alright, if you insist. I'll come," $a_they answers almost instantly, making your brow rise higher.
That was quick. You didn’t even insist for $a_them to agree. Your best friend seems to think the same.
"Nobody insisted," Ekissa grumbles under $j_their breath.
Ekissa's look is enough for the blondie to grin triumphantly. "I knew I'd have what I want anyway. I'm gonna go change!"
You and Ekissa exchange a look before shrugging. You pat $j_their shoulder. "Let's get ready too."
<<if $JL >= 3>>Ekissa nods in agreement but before you can leave, $j_their hand grasps your wrist, stopping you in your track. You look over your shoulder with a questioning look.
$j_They smiles warmly. "Congrats again for your job."
Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself smile back, your hand turning around to take $j_theirs. "Thanks."
<</if>>As you head to your room upstairs, your steps slow when you notice Athiel's door slightly ajar. $a_They's perched on the edge of $a_their bed, gaze distant and empty, arms resting on $a_their knees.
$a_Their face drops into $a_their hands, and you waver between entering or minding your own business.
"Go away," $a_their voice cuts through the silence.
<<if $AL >= 3>>You suck in a breath, ready to leave to your room but still hesitate. You know there's no point in insisting with $a_them but you can't help lingering.
"You're deaf or something?" $a_they clicks $a_their tongue.
Before you can speak, $a_they's already up, throwing you a venomous glare before slamming the door in your face.
Well, time to get ready then.<<else>>You sigh with a nod, leaving $a_them be. No point in insisting with $a_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C153">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>><<set $JF to $JF +1>>Athiel's frown deepens as $a_they glances between you and Ekissa. "So what? I'm just supposed to sit here by myself while you two go off and have fun?"
You wrinkle your nose. Well, said like that... Glancing back at the blondie, you purse your lips at the flash of hurt in $a_their eyes.
"That's not what I meant," you retort, guilt gnawing at you.
Ekissa lets out an exasperated sigh. "Look, Athiel, it's not like we're trying to exclude you. This is just something I've been looking forward to. But if you really wanna come, you're more than welcome to join us."
The words painfully leave your best friend's mouth. You're surprised $j_they even proposed Athiel in the first place.
That seems to be enough for the blond who grins triumphantly. "I knew I'd have what I want anyway. I'm gonna go change!"
You and Ekissa exchange a look before shrugging. You pat $j_their shoulder. "Let's get ready too."
<<if $JL >= 3>>Ekissa nods in agreement but before you can leave, $j_their hand grasps your wrist, stopping you in your track. You look over your shoulder with a questioning look.
$j_They smiles warmly. "Congrats again for your job."
Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself smile back, your hand turning around to take $j_theirs. "Thanks."
<</if>>As you head to your room upstairs, your steps slow when you notice Athiel's door slightly ajar. $a_They's perched on the edge of $a_their bed, gaze distant and empty, arms resting on $a_their knees.
$a_Their face drops into $a_their hands, and you waver between entering or minding your own business.
"Go away," $a_their voice cuts through the silence.
<<if $AL >= 3>>You suck in a breath, ready to leave to your room but still hesitate. You know there's no point in insisting with $a_them but you can't help lingering.
"You're deaf or something?" $a_they clicks $a_their tongue.
Before you can speak, $a_they's already up, throwing you a venomous glare before slamming the door in your face.
Well, time to get ready then.<<else>>You sigh with a nod, leaving $a_them be. No point in insisting with $a_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C153">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF - 1>><<set $JF to $JF +1>>Athiel's frown deepens, not liking it one bit. $a_Their arms cross over $a_their chest, and you can feel it. The start of an argument. <<if $AL >= 3>>$a_Their pout is cute, though.<</if>>
"I can behave when I want to. I'm not some kinda kid," $a_they retorts, tone defensive. "I'm grown-up $a_man who can control $a_themself just fine."
"You can't last 2 minutes without showing that shitty side of yours." Ekissa scoffs, pausing as if actually considering it before continuing. "And you're not coming."
"I wanna come," the blondie shoots back. "I won't stay alone in this house. I'm coming."
You glance between the two with an amused smile. "C'mon Athiel, it's not like you're gonna die for one night."
Athiel's face contorts in outrage when $a_they sees neither of you are budging, $a_their eyes narrowing. You swear $a_they's going to explode. "I wanna come."
"What are you, five?" Ekissa scowls at the model. "If you come you better shut that mouth cause that's my job we're talking about, not some random outing."
That seems to be enough for the blond who grins triumphantly. "I knew I'd have what I want. I'm gonna go change!"
You and Ekissa exchange a look before shrugging. You pat $j_their shoulder. "Let's get ready too."
<<if $JL >= 3>>Ekissa nods in agreement but before you can leave, $j_their hand grasps your wrist, stopping you in your track. You look over your shoulder with a questioning look.
$j_They smiles warmly. "Congrats again for your job."
Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself smile back, your hand turning around to take $j_theirs. "Thanks."
<</if>>As you head to your room upstairs, your steps slow when you notice Athiel's door slightly ajar. $a_They's perched on the edge of $a_their bed, gaze distant and empty, arms resting on $a_their knees.
$a_Their face drops into $a_their hands, and you waver between entering or minding your own business.
"Go away," $a_their voice cuts through the silence.
<<if $AL >= 3>>You suck in a breath, ready to leave to your room but still hesitate. You know there's no point in insisting with $a_them but you can't help lingering.
"You're deaf or something?" $a_they clicks $a_their tongue.
Before you can speak, $a_they's already up, throwing you a venomous glare before slamming the door in your face.
Well, time to get ready then.<<else>>You sigh with a nod, leaving $a_them be. No point in insisting with $a_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C153">><</button>><<if $likecrowds == "Lucky you, you don't like crowds.">><<set $likecrowds to "no">><<elseif $likecrowds == "You don't mind crowds, though.">><<set $likecrowds to "yes">><</if>><b>18:30
Somewhere in Midnight Bar</b>
The bar welcomes you with its cozy atmosphere, dim lights, and lively vibe. It's a familiar spot, it’s not your first time supporting your friend here. While you're not quite a regular, you've been here enough that the staff recognizes your face.
Ekissa disappeared to prepare the moment you arrived, leaving you and Athiel at a booth closest to the small stage where $j_they'll perform soon. <<if $likecrowds == "no">>Crowds aren't really your thing, but you've gotten used to it after so many visits. You'd still avoid them if you could, though.<</if>>
Even though Ekissa has zero interest in fame, $j_they's built quite a following here and at other venues where $j_they performs. This bar isn't usually packed, but when Ekissa's on stage, it's always crowded. That's why every bar tries to book $j_them, after all, $j_they's great publicity and brings in solid revenue.
Add $j_their good looks to the mix, and it's no wonder people rush to get in before security has to start turning them away at the door.
"Oh my god, look behind you, it's Athiel Winter," someone near you whispers excitedly.
"What the- It's really $a_them!" another voice chimes in.
"I can't believe $a_they's here, at this bar of all places," the first person ‘whispers’ enthusiastically to their friend. "Do you think $a_they came to see Ekissa's performance? I read somewhere the two can’t stand each other."
"I don't know, but who cares why, $a_they's so hot!" their friend gushes back. "I wish I had the guts to go ask for a selfie… or more..."
"Like $a_they'd even notice us little people," the first person scoffs jokingly. "I mean, have you seen the supermodels $a_they usually hangs out with?"
"Still, a girl can dream..." they both sigh wistfully as they crane their necks, hoping for a glimpse of the celebrity in their midst.
You glance up from the menu you’ve been scanning to look at the blondie. $a_They's already flashing $a_their signature smile at $a_their admirers, chin lifted in that cocky way of $a_theirs, ocean blue eyes working their magic on everyone around.
"See how they adore me?" Athiel brags, tucking a golden strand of hair behind $a_their ear. "I can't blame them, I'm a sight for sore eyes."
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*[["Of course, of course," you hum, not really listening.|Chap1C154]]
*[[You roll your yes. "And humble too it seems."|Chap1C155]]
*[["Yeah, wonder if they'd like you the same if they realize your arrogant nature," you comment.|Chap1C156]]
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You nod, agreeing just so he can stop praising himself. "Right."|Chap1C157]]<<else>>[[You nod, agreeing just so she can stop praising herself. "Right."|Chap1C157]]<</if>>
*[[You chuckle. "Are you done praising yourself?"|Chap1C158]]
*[[You smile. "Yeah, I can see it."|Chap1C159]]$a_Their grin grows more self-satisfied at your lack of rebuttal. "They just can't help themselves. Not every day they get to see such perfection up close."
"Uh-huh."
"They see the face of a god when they see me, clearly."
"Right." you nod slowly, focus on the menu between your hands.
Maybe $a_they’ll stop when $a_they’ll notice your disinterest.
"You're not listening, are you?"
"Mm-mmh."
Athiel glares, wounded pride written all over $a_their face. "Why are you even here if you're not gonna properly admire me like everyone else?"
"Must've missed the memo that was my job tonight," you reply mildly. "We're here for Ekissa, remember?"
"That's just a detail."
"Ooooh, if it isn't $name and the brat," a voice chimes in as two familiar figures slide into your booth.
$namet takes $t_their place next to Athiel across from you, while $namel claims the spot beside you with $l_their signature charming smile. Athiel's expression instantly sours. "Why are you here? And who exactly are you calling a brat?"
"Good evening," $namet, ever the polite one, nods in greeting to both of you. Athiel ignores $t_them, focus on the older $l_man.
"To keep you company, of course," $namel grins at the blondie before glancing at the scene. "Didn't start yet?"
You shake your head. "No, $j_they's still getting ready backstage."
"Lucky us, we came just in time then," $namel says, grabbing the menu from your hands to take a look at it. "What do you wanna drink, $name? My treat. We've got to celebrate your new job, right?"
That catches both $namet and Athiel off guard, their brows furrowing in sync. The blondie speaks first. "You found a job?"
The old $l_man smirks smugly, nudging your shoulder encouragingly to announce the good news under their curious stares.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"$namel hired me as $l_their assistant," you finally say with a smile.<<else>>"$namel here has been so kind to hire me in $l_their amazing company as $l_their assistant," you drawl with playful sarcasm, though there's no real bite to it.<</if>>
"That's right," $namel puffs up proudly. "I did that."
Athiel blinks while $namet just nods, not surprised at all. "Makes sense. Congratulations, $name."
"Hold up– Why am I the last to know about this?" Athiel's frown deepens.
"You're not alone," $namet points out coolly. "I just found out too."
"I don't care about you," Athiel huffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "Unbelievable. I can't believe you all kept this from me."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You arch a brow at the arrogant $a_man. "It's my business, not yours."<<else>>You huff a chuckle. "Didn't realize I needed to report every life update to you."<</if>>
Athiel scoffs. "Typical. Leaving me out of the loop as usual."
"Aw, don't be like that, Athiel." $namel cajoles with a chuckle. "I'm sure $name was just waiting for the right moment to tell you."
"Whatever. It's not like I care anyway." Athiel rolls $a_their eyes but there's a hint of hurt beneath $a_their dismissive tone that doesn't go unnoticed. "It's not like we've been living together for a whole month, seeing each other constantly or anything."
"You're not that close to each other," $namet reminds $t_them matter-of-factly.
Athiel snorts derisively, clearly irked by $namet coming to your defense. "What are you now? $m_Their knight in shining armor? Just fuck off, will you?"
$namet doesn't seem fazed, only gives a stern look in Athiel’s direction before focusing back on the scene.
----
*[[Your attention shifts to the scene the minute Ekissa gets in place.|Chap1C160]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Next time, I'll tell you first," you offer Athiel, trying to extend an olive branch.|Chap1C161]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Leon's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Luna's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Travis' black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Tracee's black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Well, the CFO isn’t wrong there. "Ekissa's gonna start," you change the topic.|Chap1C164]]Undeterred, $a_they flashes a charming grin to a pair of wide-eyed onlookers, causing them to giggle and wave shyly in return. $a_Their ego clearly knows no bounds.
"Some things in life are simply undeniable facts," $a_they says with an airy shrug, gesturing around at the lingering glances and fawning whispers that follow $a_them everywhere. "Like my irresistible good looks and talent."
"Uh-huh." You gaze at $a_them flatly over the menu, having heard this one too many times before. "Just try to keep that big head from exploding, yeah?"
"Ooooh, if it isn't $name and the brat," a voice chimes in as two familiar figures slide into your booth.
$namet takes $t_their place next to Athiel across from you, while $namel claims the spot beside you with $l_their signature charming smile. Athiel's expression instantly sours. "Why are you here? And who exactly are you calling a brat?"
"Good evening," $namet, ever the polite one, nods in greeting to both of you. Athiel ignores $t_them, focus on the older $l_man.
"To keep you company, of course," $namel grins at the blondie before glancing at the scene. "Didn't start yet?"
You shake your head. "No, $j_they's still getting ready backstage."
"Lucky us, we came just in time then," $namel says, grabbing the menu from your hands to take a look at it. "What do you wanna drink, $name? My treat. We've got to celebrate your new job, right?"
That catches both $namet and Athiel off guard, their brows furrowing in sync. The blondie speaks first. "You found a job?"
The old $l_man smirks smugly, nudging your shoulder encouragingly to announce the good news under their curious stares.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"$namel hired me as $l_their assistant," you finally say with a smile.<<else>>"$namel here has been so kind to hire me in $l_their amazing company as $l_their assistant," you drawl with playful sarcasm, though there's no real bite to it.<</if>>
"That's right," $namel puffs up proudly. "I did that."
Athiel blinks while $namet just nods, not surprised at all. "Makes sense. Congratulations, $name."
"Hold up– Why am I the last to know about this?" Athiel's frown deepens.
"You're not alone," $namet points out coolly. "I just found out too."
"I don't care about you," Athiel huffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "Unbelievable. I can't believe you all kept this from me."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You arch a brow at the arrogant $a_man. "It's my business, not yours."<<else>>You huff a chuckle. "Didn't realize I needed to report every life update to you."<</if>>
Athiel scoffs. "Typical. Leaving me out of the loop as usual."
"Aw, don't be like that, Athiel." $namel cajoles with a chuckle. "I'm sure $name was just waiting for the right moment to tell you."
"Whatever. It's not like I care anyway." Athiel rolls $a_their eyes but there's a hint of hurt beneath $a_their dismissive tone that doesn't go unnoticed. "It's not like we've been living together for a whole month, seeing each other constantly or anything."
"You're not that close to each other," $namet reminds $t_them matter-of-factly.
Athiel snorts derisively, clearly irked by $namet coming to your defense. "What are you now? $m_Their knight in shining armor? Just fuck off, will you?"
$namet doesn't seem fazed, only gives a stern look in Athiel’s direction before focusing back on the scene.
----
*[[Your attention shifts to the scene the minute Ekissa gets in place.|Chap1C160]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Next time, I'll tell you first," you offer Athiel, trying to extend an olive branch.|Chap1C161]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Leon's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Luna's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Travis' black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Tracee's black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Well, the CFO isn’t wrong there. "Ekissa's gonna start," you change the topic.|Chap1C164]]"Arrogant, moi?" Athiel feigns offense, hand over $a_their heart. "I prefer to think of it as confidence, thank you very much."
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. Only Athiel could view cockiness as a good trait. Clearly. "All I'm saying is good looks won't last forever. Personality wins in the long run."
$a_They waves a dismissive hand. "Please, with this face I'll still be turning heads in my seventies."
A server passes and $a_they can’t help but flash her a dazzling smile, drawing a giggle. Shaking your head, you turn back to the menu.
"Ooooh, if it isn't $name and the brat," a voice chimes in as two familiar figures slide into your booth.
$namet takes $t_their place next to Athiel across from you, while $namel claims the spot beside you with $l_their signature charming smile. Athiel's expression instantly sours. "Why are you here? And who exactly are you calling a brat?"
"Good evening," $namet, ever the polite one, nods in greeting to both of you. Athiel ignores $t_them, focus on the older $l_man.
"To keep you company, of course," $namel grins at the blondie before glancing at the scene. "Didn't start yet?"
You shake your head. "No, $j_they's still getting ready backstage."
"Lucky us, we came just in time then," $namel says, grabbing the menu from your hands to take a look at it. "What do you wanna drink, $name? My treat. We've got to celebrate your new job, right?"
That catches both $namet and Athiel off guard, their brows furrowing in sync. The blondie speaks first. "You found a job?"
The old $l_man smirks smugly, nudging your shoulder encouragingly to announce the good news under their curious stares.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"$namel hired me as $l_their assistant," you finally say with a smile.<<else>>"$namel here has been so kind to hire me in $l_their amazing company as $l_their assistant," you drawl with playful sarcasm, though there's no real bite to it.<</if>>
"That's right," $namel puffs up proudly. "I did that."
Athiel blinks while $namet just nods, not surprised at all. "Makes sense. Congratulations, $name."
"Hold up– Why am I the last to know about this?" Athiel's frown deepens.
"You're not alone," $namet points out coolly. "I just found out too."
"I don't care about you," Athiel huffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "Unbelievable. I can't believe you all kept this from me."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You arch a brow at the arrogant $a_man. "It's my business, not yours."<<else>>You huff a chuckle. "Didn't realize I needed to report every life update to you."<</if>>
Athiel scoffs. "Typical. Leaving me out of the loop as usual."
"Aw, don't be like that, Athiel." $namel cajoles with a chuckle. "I'm sure $name was just waiting for the right moment to tell you."
"Whatever. It's not like I care anyway." Athiel rolls $a_their eyes but there's a hint of hurt beneath $a_their dismissive tone that doesn't go unnoticed. "It's not like we've been living together for a whole month, seeing each other constantly or anything."
"You're not that close to each other," $namet reminds $t_them matter-of-factly.
Athiel snorts derisively, clearly irked by $namet coming to your defense. "What are you now? $m_Their knight in shining armor? Just fuck off, will you?"
$namet doesn't seem fazed, only gives a stern look in Athiel’s direction before focusing back on the scene.
----
*[[Your attention shifts to the scene the minute Ekissa gets in place.|Chap1C160]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Next time, I'll tell you first," you offer Athiel, trying to extend an olive branch.|Chap1C161]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Leon's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Luna's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Travis' black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Tracee's black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Well, the CFO isn’t wrong there. "Ekissa's gonna start," you change the topic.|Chap1C164]]"Are you even listening?" $a_they snaps impatient fingers in front of your face.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, top model, everyone loves you," you reply in a matter-of-fact tone, hoping $a_they'll take the hint.
Athiel huffs in annoyance but falls silent, well aware how futile conversations become when you decide to act this way.
"Ooooh, if it isn't $name and the brat," a voice chimes in as two familiar figures slide into your booth.
$namet takes $t_their place next to Athiel across from you, while $namel claims the spot beside you with $l_their signature charming smile. Athiel's expression instantly sours. "Why are you here? And who exactly are you calling a brat?"
"Good evening," $namet, ever the polite one, nods in greeting to both of you. Athiel ignores $t_them, focused on the older $l_man.
"To keep you company, of course," $namel grins at the blondie before glancing at the scene. "Didn't start yet?"
You shake your head. "No, $j_they's still getting ready backstage."
"Lucky us, we came just in time then," $namel says, grabbing the menu from your hands to take a look at it. "What do you wanna drink, $name? My treat. We've got to celebrate your new job, right?"
That catches both $namet and Athiel off guard, their brows furrowing in sync. The blondie speaks first. "You found a job?"
The old $l_man smirks smugly, nudging your shoulder encouragingly to announce the good news under their curious stares.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"$namel hired me as $l_their assistant," you finally say with a smile.<<else>>"$namel here has been so kind to hire me in $l_their amazing company as $l_their assistant," you drawl with playful sarcasm, though there's no real bite to it.<</if>>
"That's right," $namel puffs up proudly. "I did that."
Athiel blinks while $namet just nods, not surprised at all. "Makes sense. Congratulations, $name."
"Hold up– Why am I the last to know about this?" Athiel's frown deepens.
"You're not alone," $namet points out coolly. "I just found out too."
"I don't care about you," Athiel huffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "Unbelievable. I can't believe you all kept this from me."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You arch a brow at the arrogant $a_man. "It's my business, not yours."<<else>>You huff a chuckle. "Didn't realize I needed to report every life update to you."<</if>>
Athiel scoffs. "Typical. Leaving me out of the loop as usual."
"Aw, don't be like that, Athiel." $namel cajoles with a chuckle. "I'm sure $name was just waiting for the right moment to tell you."
"Whatever. It's not like I care anyway." Athiel rolls $a_their eyes but there's a hint of hurt beneath $a_their dismissive tone that doesn't go unnoticed. "It's not like we've been living together for a whole month, seeing each other constantly or anything."
"You're not that close to each other," $namet reminds $t_them matter-of-factly.
Athiel snorts derisively, clearly irked by $namet coming to your defense. "What are you now? $m_Their knight in shining armor? Just fuck off, will you?"
$namet doesn't seem fazed, only gives a stern look in Athiel’s direction before focusing back on the scene.
----
*[[Your attention shifts to the scene the minute Ekissa gets in place.|Chap1C160]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Next time, I'll tell you first," you offer Athiel, trying to extend an olive branch.|Chap1C161]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Leon's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Luna's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Travis' black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Tracee's black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Well, the CFO isn’t wrong there. "Ekissa's gonna start," you change the topic.|Chap1C164]]<<set $AF to $AF + 1>>"Who'll do it if I don't," Athiel shrugs.
"I think your fans are doing a good job at that already," you shake your head, more amused than anything.
Athiel flashes you a dazzling grin. "Can you blame them? I am a gift."
"Some gift," you mutter wryly, eyes dancing with mirth.
"Ooooh, if it isn't $name and the brat," a voice chimes in as two familiar figures slide into your booth.
$namet takes $t_their place next to Athiel across from you, while $namel claims the spot beside you with $l_their signature charming smile. Athiel's expression instantly sours. "Why are you here? And who exactly are you calling a brat?"
"Good evening," $namet, ever the polite one, nods in greeting to both of you. Athiel ignores $t_them, focus on the older $l_man.
"To keep you company, of course," $namel grins at the blondie before glancing at the scene. "Didn't start yet?"
You shake your head. "No, $j_they's still getting ready backstage."
"Lucky us, we came just in time then," $namel says, grabbing the menu from your hands to take a look at it. "What do you wanna drink, $name? My treat. We've got to celebrate your new job, right?"
That catches both $namet and Athiel off guard, their brows furrowing in sync. The blondie speaks first. "You found a job?"
The old $l_man smirks smugly, nudging your shoulder encouragingly to announce the good news under their curious stares.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"$namel hired me as $l_their assistant," you finally say with a smile.<<else>>"$namel here has been so kind to hire me in $l_their amazing company as $l_their assistant," you drawl with playful sarcasm, though there's no real bite to it.<</if>>
"That's right," $namel puffs up proudly. "I did that."
Athiel blinks while $namet just nods, not surprised at all. "Makes sense. Congratulations, $name."
"Hold up– Why am I the last to know about this?" Athiel's frown deepens.
"You're not alone," $namet points out coolly. "I just found out too."
"I don't care about you," Athiel huffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "Unbelievable. I can't believe you all kept this from me."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You arch a brow at the arrogant $a_man. "It's my business, not yours."<<else>>You huff a chuckle. "Didn't realize I needed to report every life update to you."<</if>>
Athiel scoffs. "Typical. Leaving me out of the loop as usual."
"Aw, don't be like that, Athiel." $namel cajoles with a chuckle. "I'm sure $name was just waiting for the right moment to tell you."
"Whatever. It's not like I care anyway." Athiel rolls $a_their eyes but there's a hint of hurt beneath $a_their dismissive tone that doesn't go unnoticed. "It's not like we've been living together for a whole month, seeing each other constantly or anything."
"You're not that close to each other," $namet reminds $t_them matter-of-factly.
Athiel snorts derisively, clearly irked by $namet coming to your defense. "What are you now? $m_Their knight in shining armor? Just fuck off, will you?"
$namet doesn't seem fazed, only gives a stern look in Athiel’s direction before focusing back on the scene.
----
*[[Your attention shifts to the scene the minute Ekissa gets in place.|Chap1C160]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Next time, I'll tell you first," you offer Athiel, trying to extend an olive branch.|Chap1C161]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Leon's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Luna's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Travis' black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Tracee's black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Well, the CFO isn’t wrong there. "Ekissa's gonna start," you change the topic.|Chap1C164]]<<set $AF to $AF + 1>>Athiel preens at the acknowledgment, shoulders and spine straightening. "I knew you'd get me."
"Ooooh, if it isn't $name and the brat," a voice chimes in as two familiar figures slide into your booth.
$namet takes $t_their place next to Athiel across from you, while $namel claims the spot beside you with $l_their signature charming smile. Athiel's expression instantly sours. "Why are you here? And who exactly are you calling a brat?"
"Good evening," $namet, ever the polite one, nods in greeting to both of you. Athiel ignores $t_them, focus on the older $l_man.
"To keep you company, of course," $namel grins at the blondie before glancing at the scene. "Didn't start yet?"
You shake your head. "No, $j_they's still getting ready backstage."
"Lucky us, we came just in time then," $namel says, grabbing the menu from your hands to take a look at it. "What do you wanna drink, $name? My treat. We've got to celebrate your new job, right?"
That catches both $namet and Athiel off guard, their brows furrowing in sync. The blondie speaks first. "You found a job?"
The old $l_man smirks smugly, nudging your shoulder encouragingly to announce the good news under their curious stares.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"$namel hired me as $l_their assistant," you finally say with a smile.<<else>>"$namel here has been so kind to hire me in $l_their amazing company as $l_their assistant," you drawl with playful sarcasm, though there's no real bite to it.<</if>>
"That's right," $namel puffs up proudly. "I did that."
Athiel blinks while $namet just nods, not surprised at all. "Makes sense. Congratulations, $name."
"Hold up– Why am I the last to know about this?" Athiel's frown deepens.
"You're not alone," $namet points out coolly. "I just found out too."
"I don't care about you," Athiel huffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "Unbelievable. I can't believe you all kept this from me."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You arch a brow at the arrogant $a_man. "It's my business, not yours."<<else>>You huff a chuckle. "Didn't realize I needed to report every life update to you."<</if>>
Athiel scoffs. "Typical. Leaving me out of the loop as usual."
"Aw, don't be like that, Athiel." $namel cajoles with a chuckle. "I'm sure $name was just waiting for the right moment to tell you."
"Whatever. It's not like I care anyway." Athiel rolls $a_their eyes but there's a hint of hurt beneath $a_their dismissive tone that doesn't go unnoticed. "It's not like we've been living together for a whole month, seeing each other constantly or anything."
"You're not that close to each other," $namet reminds $t_them matter-of-factly.
Athiel snorts derisively, clearly irked by $namet coming to your defense. "What are you now? $m_Their knight in shining armor? Just fuck off, will you?"
$namet doesn't seem fazed, only gives a stern look in Athiel’s direction before focusing back on the scene.
----
*[[Your attention shifts to the scene the minute Ekissa gets in place.|Chap1C160]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Next time, I'll tell you first," you offer Athiel, trying to extend an olive branch.|Chap1C161]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Leon's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but you're becoming too much aware of Luna's sitting close to you...|Chap1C162]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Travis' black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<<else>>[[You want to answer but your gaze is drawn to Tracee's black eyes.|Chap1C163]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Well, the CFO isn’t wrong there. "Ekissa's gonna start," you change the topic.|Chap1C164]]Athiel hums in acknowledgement, heading to the counter to place your orders and leaving you to your own thoughts. Your gaze roams over the interior of the shopping center outside the coffee shop, falling on a young boy whining and crying to his mother, pleading her to buy him the last video game he saw through the display window of the video game store behind them.
You turn your gaze to the mother. To her credit, she doesn't scold the kid but kneels at his eye level to murmur things you can't hear. Her features soften and her hand strokes the little boy's hair tenderly.
The boy stops crying, just like that. She soothed him with just soft words and tender gestures. And it worked like a charm because, not only did the boy stop crying, but he's now smiling from ear to ear.
The woman then starts to shower the child's face with a flurry of kisses, making him giggle and squirm. This is sweet. Heart-warming.
You find yourself smiling. A bittersweet smile. That's something you'll never have anymore. Not with a dead mother.
"Here," Athiel's voice pulls you from your thoughts. $a_They places your orders on the table and takes a seat across from you, sipping on $a_their black coffee with an appreciative hum. "That hits the spot..."
You don't answer, simply taking a sip of your own drink.
The next ten minutes are silent, uncomfortable, and heavy. You can only hope $a_they won't try to pick another fight, it's starting to get old, and it's only been a short period of time since $a_they's been living at your place.
"You could try to see other people. Ever thought about it?" $a_they leans against the back of $a_their seat with a casual shrug. "Going on dates or whatnot. It could help you get better, even if just a little bit."
You glance up from your $pickdrink to meet Athiel's ocean blue eyes, a strand of hair falling across $a_their face. You frown. "What?"
"You're deaf or something?" $a_they clicks $a_their tongue. Taking a sip of $a_their hot drink, $a_they eyes you up and down as if gauging the merchandise. "I said, you could try to see other people. Take your mind off–" $a_they waves vaguely around. "–this situation."
----
*[["I'm not talking about this with you," your frown deepens, gaze lost in your drink. You don't know what you want yourself.|Chap1C17]]
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["I don't want to," you say firmly. This is too fresh for you to look elsewhere. You can't just forget Elias like this.|Chap1C18]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[["I don't want to," you say firmly. This is too fresh for you to look elsewhere. You can't just forget Ellie like this.|Chap1C18]]<</if>>
*[["Maybe it'd help," you concede reluctantly. Because, really, you just want to forget the pain.|Chap1C19]]<<set $JL to $JL + 1>>The discussion isn't as interesting as the man walking on stage. It's like facing a completely different person, the grumpy best friend of yours replaced by someone passionate, someone less... well, grumpy. The way $j_their eyes light up at the sight of $j_their audience, here just for $j_them, makes your own eyes sparkle with pride.
$j_Their gaze finds yours in the crowd, because of course it does- you're $j_their person. Your stomach does a little flip when $j_their features soften into that rare, genuine smile. You beam right back at $j_them.
"Lame," Athiel mutters, but $a_their comment drowns in the wave of cheers erupting for Ekissa.
The moment Ekissa approaches the mic, the energy in the room shifts. Everyone shut their mouths, anticipating and thrilled to hear only one voice. Some people even aggressively shush the occasional over-enthusiastic fan.
Ekissa's trademark scowl is replaced by a raw, emotive expression. Something captivating the whole bar. When $j_they starts singing, $j_their voice flows like honey, each lyric drawing the audience deeper under $j_their spell. You spot people mouthing along to $j_their words, others swaying to $j_their unique blend of R&B and alt-pop.
You're spellbound, reacting like it's the first time all over again. It takes you back to those early days, $j_them singing in $j_their bedroom, asking for your opinion.
This is Ekissa's domain, and the stage is $j_their throne.
Athiel shifts uncomfortably on $a_their seat, clearly unimpressed. "I don't get the hype."
$namel, on the other hand, looks absolutely thrilled. $l_Their eyes glued to the stage, $l_they murmurs. "Don't be such a hater, Athy."
"Don't call me that, asshole," Athiel retorts.
$namet remains stoic as always, but you catch the slightest hint of appreciation in $t_their usually impassive expression.
$namel sighs wistfully. "Wish I had half that $j_boy's talent."
"You have other gifts, $l_dad," $namet replies, $t_their tone matter-of-fact.
That's the opening $namel shouldn't have been given, because $l_their grin turns downright mischievous, eyes still fixed on the stage. "That I do.”
$l_Their $t_son scrunches $t_their nose, not responding. But the disgust is clear. You stubbornly keep your eyes on Ekissa, fighting a grimace yourself. $l_They said it so suggestively, it's hard not to know what $l_they's talking about.
"We don't wanna know," Athiel grimaces.
$namel chuckles good-naturedly at your collective reactions. "Alright alright, I'll spare you all the dirty details."
"Yes, you should," $l_their $t_son agrees, perhaps too eagerly.
"Well, since the servers seem too mesmerized by our friend on stage, I'll go grab our drinks," $namel announces, $l_their gaze sweeping over the booth. "What's your poison?"
"I'm driving," $namet responds immediately, shaking $t_their head. "Just water for me."
"You could have at least one drink," Athiel raises a brow at $namet.
"No." The stoic $t_man's answer is final.
"Suit yourself. I'll take a glass of red wine," the blondie places $a_their order to the older $l_man. "And don't take too long."
$namel ignores the last comment and glances at you for your order.
----
*[["I'll come with you," you say, getting up.|Chap1C164MOMLJ]]
*[[You order an alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTA]]
*[[You order a non-alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTAA]]<<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel pauses, $a_their gaze flickering everywhere and at everyone but you. "I don't need you to tell me anything, I don't care."
"Why are you making a big thing out of it then, kiddo?" $namel teases<<if $LL >= 3>>though your words seem to have caught $l_them off guard too<</if>>.
"I just don't like to be kept out of the loop," the model complains. "Doesn't mean I wanna hear everything about $name. I don't care about $m_their life."
Wow, you almost feel hurt. You were trying to reassure $a_them and as always, it went south pretty fast. You smile briefly, saving face before turning your attention to the scene the moment Ekissa approaches the mic, the energy in the room shifting. Everyone shut their mouths, anticipating and thrilled to hear only one voice. Some people even aggressively shush the occasional over-enthusiastic fan.
You try to focus on Ekissa. You really do, but Athiel’s intense stare burning into your skin forces you to meet $a_their gaze. $a_They hesitates for a moment, parting $a_their lips as if to say something but no sound comes out.
$a_They looks away without saying a single thing. You furrow your brows, and here you thought $a_they'd apologize. Of course $a_they won't, what the great Athiel did wrong after all... You blink, shaking your head to focus back on your best friend.
Ekissa's trademark scowl is replaced by a raw, emotive expression. Something captivating the whole bar. When $j_they starts singing, $j_their voice flows like honey, each lyric drawing the audience deeper under $j_their spell. You spot people mouthing along to $j_their words, others swaying to $j_their unique blend of R&B and alt-pop.
You can't help but smile, watching the transformation happen before your eyes. It takes you back to those early days, $l_them singing in $l_their bedroom, asking for your opinion.
This is Ekissa's domain, and the stage is $j_their throne.
Athiel shifts uncomfortably on $a_their seat, clearly unimpressed. "I don't get the hype."
$namel, on the other hand, looks absolutely thrilled. $l_Their eyes glued to the stage, $l_they murmurs. "Don't be such a hater, Athy."
"Don't call me that, asshole," Athiel retorts.
$namet remains stoic as always, but you catch the slightest hint of appreciation in $t_their usually impassive expression.
$namel sighs wistfully. "Wish I had half that $j_boy's talent."
"You have other gifts, $l_dad," $namet replies, $t_their tone matter-of-fact.
That's the opening $namel shouldn't have been given, because $l_their grin turns downright mischievous, eyes still fixed on the stage. "That I do.”
$l_Their $t_son scrunches $t_their nose, not responding. But the disgust is clear. You stubbornly keep your eyes on Ekissa, fighting a grimace yourself. $l_They said it so suggestively, it's hard not to know what $l_they's talking about.
"We don't wanna know," Athiel grimaces.
$namel chuckles good-naturedly at your collective reactions. "Alright alright, I'll spare you all the dirty details."
"Yes, you should," $l_their $t_son agrees, perhaps too eagerly.
"Well, since the servers seem too mesmerized by our friend on stage, I'll go grab our drinks," $namel announces, $l_their gaze sweeping over the booth. "What's your poison?"
"I'm driving," $namet responds immediately, shaking $t_their head. "Just water for me."
"You could have at least one drink," Athiel raises a brow at $namet.
"No." The stoic $t_man's answer is final.
"Suit yourself. I'll take a glass of red wine," the blondie places $a_their order to the older $l_man. "And don't take too long."
$namel ignores the last comment and glances at you for your order.
----
*[["I'll come with you," you say, getting up.|Chap1C164MOMLJ]]
*[[You order an alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTA]]
*[[You order a non-alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTAA]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>You straighten your back slightly, trying to ignore the way $l_they moves on $l_their seat when $l_they continues to poke the angry bear that is Athiel. $l_Their leg sliding over $l_their opposite knee, $l_their elbows shifting on the table, $l_their hands interlacing with each other, $l_their mischievous eyes on Athiel. You're aware of it all.
You have to keep your gaze from roaming on the silky red and very open shirt $l_they wears, stubbornly keeping your attention everywhere but <i>there</i>. It would be so easy to just peek discreetly and see what your eyes seem to be drawn to.
But you don't and you won't.
It's as if $l_they takes too much place beside you and yet not enough. "My $t_son would be a very cool knight in shining armor."
"Oh, shut up, old $l_man," Athiel rolls $a_their eyes.
$namel's smile only widens as $l_they gently bumps your shoulder, leaning close to whisper in your ear. "I'd be a better Knight, anyway."
$l_They leans away as soon as $l_they's done saying it, $l_their attention returning to the scene. You subtly suck in a breath, swallowing before doing the same, the moment Ekissa approaches the mic, the energy in the room shifts. Everyone shut their mouths, anticipating and thrilled to hear only one voice. Some people even aggressively shush the occasional over-enthusiastic fan.
You try to focus on Ekissa. You really do, but you can feel $namel's breath on your neck, the warm feeling burning into your skin. You watch your best friend, trying to concentrate on $j_their performance instead of… concentrating on the charming $l_man beside you.
Ekissa's trademark scowl is replaced by a raw, emotive expression. Something captivating the whole bar. When $j_they starts singing, $j_their voice flows like honey, each lyric drawing the audience deeper under $j_their spell. You spot people mouthing along to $j_their words, others swaying to $j_their unique blend of R&B and alt-pop.
You can't help smiling, watching the transformation happen before your eyes. It takes you back to those early days, $j_them singing in $j_their bedroom, asking for your opinion.
This is Ekissa's domain, and the stage is $j_their throne.
Athiel shifts uncomfortably on $a_their seat, clearly unimpressed. "I don't get the hype."
$namel, on the other hand, looks absolutely thrilled. $l_Their eyes glued to the stage, $l_they murmurs. "Don't be such a hater, Athy."
"Don't call me that, asshole," Athiel retorts.
$namet remains stoic as always, but you catch the slightest hint of appreciation in $t_their usually impassive expression.
$namel sighs wistfully. "Wish I had half that $j_boy's talent."
"You have other gifts, $l_dad," $namet replies, $t_their tone matter-of-fact.
That's the opening $namel shouldn't have been given, because $l_their grin turns downright mischievous, eyes still fixed on the stage. "That I do.”
$l_Their $t_son scrunches $t_their nose, not responding. But the disgust is clear. You stubbornly keep your eyes on Ekissa, fighting a grimace yourself. $l_They said it so suggestively, it's hard not to know what $l_they's talking about.
"We don't wanna know," Athiel grimaces.
$namel chuckles good-naturedly at your collective reactions. "Alright alright, I'll spare you all the dirty details."
"Yes, you should," $l_their $t_son agrees, perhaps too eagerly.
"Well, since the servers seem too mesmerized by our friend on stage, I'll go grab our drinks," $namel announces, $l_their gaze sweeping over the booth. "What's your poison?"
"I'm driving," $namet responds immediately, shaking $t_their head. "Just water for me."
"You could have at least one drink," Athiel raises a brow at $namet.
"No." The stoic $t_man's answer is final.
"Suit yourself. I'll take a glass of red wine," the blondie places $a_their order to the older $l_man. "And don't take too long."
$namel ignores the last comment and glances at you for your order.
----
*[["I'll come with you," you say, getting up.|Chap1C164MOMLJ]]
*[[You order an alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTA]]
*[[You order a non-alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTAA]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>Your gaze keeps bouncing between the table, the stage, and $namet. You hope you're being subtle. You doubt $t_they'd say anything anyway even if you'd boldly look at $t_them, it's a good thing $t_they's so stoic, at least if $t_they <i>does</i> realize you're checking $t_them out, $t_they'll probably just pretend not to notice.
...Probably.
$t_Their casual yet tight brown turtle-neck shirt is anything but casual on $t_them, the way it clinges to $t_their skin is... distracting. How does $t_they make such a simple piece look so good?
$t_Their gaze meets yours just when your irises flick back to $t_them. Busted. This is gonna be awkward, this is gonna be embarra-
$t_They looks away. And here it is. That secret smile softening $t_their sharp features, $t_their dimples making a shy appearance. You blow a shaky breath, focusing back on the scene before $namet starts to think you're some kind of perv who can't keep their eyes to themselves.
The moment Ekissa approaches the mic, the energy in the room shifts. Everyone shut their mouths, anticipating and thrilled to hear only one voice. Some people even aggressively shush the occasional over-enthusiastic fan.
Ekissa's trademark scowl is replaced by a raw, emotive expression. Something captivating the whole bar. When $j_they starts singing, $j_their voice flows like honey, each lyric drawing the audience deeper under $j_their spell. You spot people mouthing along to $j_their words, others swaying to $j_their unique blend of R&B and alt-pop.
It takes you back to those early days, $j_them singing in $j_their bedroom, asking for your opinion.
This is Ekissa's domain, and the stage is $j_their throne.
Athiel shifts uncomfortably on $a_their seat, clearly unimpressed. "I don't get the hype."
$namel, on the other hand, looks absolutely thrilled. $l_Their eyes glued to the stage, $l_they murmurs. "Don't be such a hater, Athy."
"Don't call me that, asshole," Athiel retorts.
$namet remains stoic as always, but you catch the slightest hint of appreciation in $t_their usually impassive expression.
$namel sighs wistfully. "Wish I had half that $j_boy's talent."
"You have other gifts, $l_dad," $namet replies, $t_their tone matter-of-fact.
That's the opening $namel shouldn't have been given, because $l_their grin turns downright mischievous, eyes still fixed on the stage. "That I do.”
$l_Their $t_son scrunches $t_their nose, not responding. But the disgust is clear. You stubbornly keep your eyes on Ekissa, fighting a grimace yourself. $l_They said it so suggestively, it's hard not to know what $l_they's talking about.
"We don't wanna know," Athiel grimaces.
$namel chuckles good-naturedly at your collective reactions. "Alright alright, I'll spare you all the dirty details."
"Yes, you should," $l_their $t_son agrees, perhaps too eagerly.
"Well, since the servers seem too mesmerized by our friend on stage, I'll go grab our drinks," $namel announces, $l_their gaze sweeping over the booth. "What's your poison?"
"I'm driving," $namet responds immediately, shaking $t_their head. "Just water for me."
"You could have at least one drink," Athiel raises a brow at $namet.
"No." The stoic $t_man's answer is final.
"Suit yourself. I'll take a glass of red wine," the blondie places $a_their order to the older $l_man. "And don't take too long."
$namel ignores the last comment and glances at you for your order.
----
*[["I'll come with you," you say, getting up.|Chap1C164MOMLJ]]
*[[You order an alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTA]]
*[[You order a non-alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTAA]]The moment Ekissa approaches the mic, the energy in the room shifts. Everyone shut their mouths, anticipating and thrilled to hear only one voice. Some people even aggressively shush the occasional over-enthusiastic fan.
Ekissa's trademark scowl is replaced by a raw, emotive expression. Something captivating the whole bar. When $j_they starts singing, $j_their voice flows like honey, each lyric drawing the audience deeper under $j_their spell. You spot people mouthing along to $j_their words, others swaying to $j_their unique blend of R&B and alt-pop.
It takes you back to those early days, $j_them singing in $j_their bedroom, asking for your opinion.
This is Ekissa's domain, and the stage is $j_their throne.
Athiel shifts uncomfortably on $a_their seat, clearly unimpressed. "I don't get the hype."
$namel, on the other hand, looks absolutely thrilled. $l_Their eyes glued to the stage, $l_they murmurs. "Don't be such a hater, Athy."
"Don't call me that, asshole," Athiel retorts.
$namet remains stoic as always, but you catch the slightest hint of appreciation in $t_their usually impassive expression.
$namel sighs wistfully. "Wish I had half that $j_boy's talent."
"You have other gifts, $l_dad," $namet replies, $t_their tone matter-of-fact.
That's the opening $namel shouldn't have been given, because $l_their grin turns downright mischievous, eyes still fixed on the stage. "That I do.”
$l_Their $t_son scrunches $t_their nose, not responding. But the disgust is clear. You stubbornly keep your eyes on Ekissa, fighting a grimace yourself. $l_They said it so suggestively, it's hard not to know what $l_they's talking about.
"We don't wanna know," Athiel grimaces.
$namel chuckles good-naturedly at your collective reactions. "Alright alright, I'll spare you all the dirty details."
"Yes, you should," $l_their $t_son agrees, perhaps too eagerly.
"Well, since the servers seem too mesmerized by our friend on stage, I'll go grab our drinks," $namel announces, $l_their gaze sweeping over the booth. "What's your poison?"
"I'm driving," $namet responds immediately, shaking $t_their head. "Just water for me."
"You could have at least one drink," Athiel raises a brow at $namet.
"No." The stoic $t_man's answer is final.
"Suit yourself. I'll take a glass of red wine," the blondie places $a_their order to the older $l_man. "And don't take too long."
$namel ignores the last comment and glances at you for your order.
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*[["I'll come with you," you say, getting up.|Chap1C164MOMLJ]]
*[[You order an alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTA]]
*[[You order a non-alcoholic drink.|Chap1C164MOMTAA]]"Ugh, hope not," Ekissa scrunches $j_their nose. "Bigger places mean more people, more people mean more popularity. I'm not built for it."
You hum in agreement. Ekissa loves sharing $j_their music, but fame terrifies $j_them. $j_They's scared $j_they won't be able to do what $j_they wants when $j_they wants, scared to leave $j_their house and be followed by people, scared of scandals and other things that drive $j_them crazy. You know this because $j_they told as much from the start.
Even with $j_their growing fanbase, it doesn't bring $j_them joy. It just adds to $j_their burden.
"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you," you pat $j_their back, watching $j_their features soften at your touch.
"You have a gift that's for sure," $namel chimes in and you have to bite a snort when Ekissa's face falls and shifts in a grimace at the old $l_man's compliment.
"Right, thanks," your best friend responds, the words seemingly painful to get out.
"What are you two doing here anyway?" Ekissa's curious gaze drifts to the table where $namet and Athiel appear deep in conversation. "Athiel pissed you off or something?"
You shake your head, gesturing to the drink-laden tray. "Just came to grab drinks."
"And $name had a little admirer," $namel spills the tea enthusiastically. "Bartender got a soft spot for your bestie."
Ekissa's gaze searches for that person in question, stopping on the bartender from earlier. "Huh, a newbie? Didn't see them last time."
"We already had this conversation, let's not have it again," you sigh, grabbing the tray and heading first. "C'mon, let's join the others."
<<if $JL >= 5>>Truth be told, you don't want to be disappointed again. Ekissa will probably say something you won't like, or $j_they'll just act in a way you won't like. $j_They will act as a best friend as $j_they should. That's just not what you want to hear or see right now.
<</if>>Back at the booth, you set down the tray as Athiel reaches for $a_their wine while $namet claims $t_their water, their serious conversation momentarily paused.
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts complaining to $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>>"Yeah, that was..." Ekissa looks around the room before nodding. "...satisfying I guess."
"Glad to hear it," you offer $j_them a small smile, which $j_they returns warmly.
"You have a gift that's for sure," $namel chimes in and you have to bite a snort when Ekissa's face falls and morphs in a grimace at the old $l_man's compliment.
"Right, thanks," your best friend responds, the words seemingly painful to get out.
"What are you two doing here anyway?" Ekissa's curious gaze drifts to the table where $namet and Athiel appear deep in conversation. "Athiel pissed you off or something?"
You shake your head, gesturing to the drink-laden tray. "Just came to grab drinks."
"And $name had a little admirer," $namel spills the tea enthusiastically. "Bartender got a soft spot for your bestie."
Ekissa's gaze searches for that person in question, stopping on the bartender from earlier. "Huh, a newbie? Didn't see them last time."
"We already had this conversation, let's not have it again," you sigh, grabbing the tray and heading first. "C'mon, let's join the others."
<<if $JL >= 5>>Truth be told, you don't want to be disappointed again. Ekissa will probably say something you won't like, or $j_they'll just act in a way you won't like. $j_They will act as a best friend as $j_they should. That's just not what you want to hear or see right now.
<</if>>Back at the booth, you set down the tray as Athiel reaches for $a_their wine while $namet claims $t_their water, their serious conversation momentarily paused.
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts complaining to $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa smiles back, nudging you gently. "Of course I killed it out there, what did you think?"
Your smile widens in amusement, the drop of sweat trailing down $j_their throat catching your attention. The slow movement of it is more distracting than it seems. You're glad $j_they doesn't seem to realize your wandering gaze, too focus on the offending old $l_man by your other side.
"You have a gift that's for sure," $namel chimes in and you have to force yourself to tear your gaze away.
"Right, thanks," your best friend responds, the words seemingly painful to get out.
"What are you two doing here anyway?" Ekissa's curious gaze drifts to the table where $namet and Athiel appear deep in conversation. "Athiel pissed you off or something?"
You shake your head, gesturing to the drink-laden tray. "Just came to grab drinks."
"And $name had a little admirer," $namel spills the tea enthusiastically. "Bartender got a soft spot for your bestie."
Ekissa's gaze searches for that person in question, stopping on the bartender from earlier. "Huh, a newbie? Didn't see them last time."
"We already had this conversation, let's not have it again," you sigh, grabbing the tray and heading first. "C'mon, let's join the others."
<<if $JL >= 5>>Truth be told, you don't want to be disappointed again. Ekissa will probably say something you won't like, or $j_they'll just act in a way you won't like. $j_They will act as a best friend as $j_they should. That's just not what you want to hear or see right now.
<</if>>Back at the booth, you set down the tray as Athiel reaches for $a_their wine while $namet claims $t_their water, their serious conversation momentarily paused.
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts complaining to $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa's eyes flick over to you as you grab a tissue and gently dab at the beads of sweat on $j_their forehead. $j_They holds still for a moment, letting you fuss over $j_them.
"I'm fine," $j_they mutters gruffly, though $j_they makes no move to stop you. A light flush colors $j_their cheeks from exertion as the drop of sweat trailing down $j_their throat catches your attention.
$namel watches the exchange with an amused grin. "Aw, isn't that sweet?" $l_they teases. "Taking good care of your little artist, are you $name?"
You shoot $namel a warning look as you pull the tissue away. "I'm just... helping."
$l_Their grin saying 'sure sure' doesn't help your heart to calm down. You clear your throat and focus back on Ekissa.
"What are you two doing here anyway?" Ekissa's curious gaze drifts to the table where $namet and Athiel appear deep in conversation. "Athiel pissed you off or something?"
You shake your head, gesturing to the drink-laden tray. "Just came to grab drinks."
"And $name had a little admirer," $namel spills the tea enthusiastically. "Bartender got a soft spot for your bestie."
Ekissa's gaze searches for that person in question, stopping on the bartender from earlier. "Huh, a newbie? Didn't see them last time."
"We already had this conversation, let's not have it again," you sigh, grabbing the tray and heading first. "C'mon, let's join the others."
<<if $JL >= 5>>Truth be told, you don't want to be disappointed again. Ekissa will probably say something you won't like, or $j_they'll just act in a way you won't like. $j_They will act as a best friend as $j_they should. That's just not what you want to hear or see right now.
<</if>>Back at the booth, you set down the tray as Athiel reaches for $a_their wine while $namet claims $t_their water, their serious conversation momentarily paused.
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts complaining to $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>>Ekissa grins back at you. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, your voice was perfect as always," you nod eagerly, proud of your best friend.
"You have a gift that's for sure," $namel chimes in and you have to bite a laugh when Ekissa's grin disappears with a grimace at the old $l_man's compliment.
"Right, thanks," your best friend responds, the words seemingly painful to get out.
"What are you two doing here anyway?" Ekissa's curious gaze drifts to the table where $namet and Athiel appear deep in conversation. "Athiel pissed you off or something?"
You shake your head, gesturing to the drink-laden tray. "Just came to grab drinks."
"And $name had a little admirer," $namel spills the tea enthusiastically. "Bartender got a soft spot for your bestie."
Ekissa's gaze searches for that person in question, stopping on the bartender from earlier. "Huh, a newbie? Didn't see them last time."
"We already had this conversation, let's not have it again," you sigh, grabbing the tray and heading first. "C'mon, let's join the others."
<<if $JL >= 5>>Truth be told, you don't want to be disappointed again. Ekissa will probably say something you won't like, or $j_they'll just act in a way you won't like. $j_They will act as a best friend as $j_they should. That's just not what you want to hear or see right now.
<</if>>Back at the booth, you set down the tray as Athiel reaches for $a_their wine while $namet claims $t_their water, their serious conversation momentarily paused.
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts complaining to $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$l_Their face falls, brows furrowing before $l_they forces an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I just wanted to help."
"I don't want your help," you say through gritted teeth. "I don't want this kind of help, so next time you got the brilliant idea to do something like this, don't."
$l_Their body stiffens at your sharp words, $l_their smile faltering. $l_They nods. "Noted."
The irritation shouldn't be this strong, but you can't help it. You hate these feelings. Here $l_they is, trying to help, and you're either snapping at $l_them or making $l_them feel bad. It's crazy, you know that. And yet, these feelings are real. You don't like how easily $l_they can suggest setting you up with someone else. You don't like seeing $l_them so unfazed by others showing interest in you.
<<if $LL <= 2>>You're not even that close and you're making a big deal out of it. You know that. You really need some good rest because, if that little thing bothers you this much when you're not even close, you don't wanna imagine how it would feel if you were closer.<<elseif $LL >= 5>> After weeks of spending time with this $l_man, you thought you two had grown close. But clearly, you're making a mountain out of a molehill.<</if>>
"So, what did I miss?" a familiar voice behind you asks.
You look over your shoulder to see your best friend smiling at you, already reaching for $j_their favorite drink that you'd thoughtfully ordered, to take a large gulp.
"Heh, if it isn't our lil pretty artist," $namel grins at Ekissa who wrinkles $j_their nose when $j_they notices $namel.
"Old timer? The fuck's $l_they doing here?" your best friend mutters under $j_their breath, leaning closer so only you can hear.
You pat the empty stool beside you, which Ekissa claims with a grateful nod. "Guess $l_they wanted to see your performance."
Ekissa lets out a dismissive scoff. "Yeah, right. Probably just wants to hit on anything that moves."
"Now, now, Ekissa. Is that any way to greet a friend?"
"We're not friends," Ekissa retorts bluntly.
$namel merely shrugs, unfazed by Ekissa's hostility. "Ah, well. I'm sure I'll grow on you eventually."
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*[["You were impressive by the way," you compliment Ekissa with a smile.|Chap1C164MJL7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Without thinking, you reach for a tissue and start dabbing at Ekissa's sweaty forehead. "Not tired?"|Chap1C164MJL8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Good perf by the way," you grin at your best friend.|Chap1C164MJL9]]
*[[Your eyes scan the packed venue. "You'll soon have to find bigger places to perform."|Chap1C164MJL10]]
*[["Had fun?" you tilt your head to Ekissa.|Chap1C164MJL11]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>This is bad. Why are you getting upset with $l_them over something that shouldn't matter? $l_They's trying to help. You should be grateful. You should be thankful. But all you feel right now is... something else entirely.
"Of course," $namel quickly backtracks, $l_their playful smile morphing into a concerned frown. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to help but looks like it wasn't very helpful."
"It's okay, I just..." you chuckle awkwardly, waving dismissively. "It's nothing, really."
"I'm sorry..." $l_they repeats, offering an apologetical smile.
The irritation shouldn't be this strong, but you can't help it. You hate these feelings. Here $l_they is, trying to help, and you're either snapping at $l_them or making $l_them feel bad. It's crazy, you know that. And yet, these feelings are real. You don't like how easily $l_they can suggest setting you up with someone else. You don't like seeing $l_them so unfazed by others showing interest in you.
<<if $LL <= 2>>You're not even that close and you're making a big deal out of it. You know that. You really need some good rest because, if that little thing bothers you this much when you're not even close, you don't wanna imagine how it would feel if you were closer.<<elseif $LL >= 5>> After weeks of spending time with this $l_man, you thought you two had grown close. But clearly, you're making a mountain out of a molehill.<</if>>
"So, what did I miss?" a familiar voice behind you asks.
You look over your shoulder to see your best friend smiling at you, already reaching for $j_their favorite drink that you'd thoughtfully ordered, to take a large gulp.
"Heh, if it isn't our lil pretty artist," $namel grins at Ekissa who wrinkles $j_their nose when $j_they notices $namel.
"Old timer? The fuck's $l_they doing here?" our best friend mutters under $j_their breath, leaning closer so only you can hear.
You pat the empty stool beside you, which Ekissa claims with a grateful nod. "Guess $l_they wanted to see your performance."
Ekissa lets out a dismissive scoff. "Yeah, right. Probably just wants to hit on anything that moves."
"Now, now, Ekissa. Is that any way to greet a friend?"
"We're not friends," Ekissa retorts bluntly.
$namel merely shrugs, unfazed by Ekissa's hostility. "Ah, well. I'm sure I'll grow on you eventually."
----
*[["You were impressive by the way," you compliment Ekissa with a smile.|Chap1C164MJL7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Without thinking, you reach for a tissue and start dabbing at Ekissa's sweaty forehead. "Not tired?"|Chap1C164MJL8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Good perf by the way," you grin at your best friend.|Chap1C164MJL9]]
*[[Your eyes scan the packed venue. "You'll soon have to find bigger places to perform."|Chap1C164MJL10]]
*[["Had fun?" you tilt your head to Ekissa.|Chap1C164MJL11]]"Oh c'mon," $l_they reaches out to ruffle your hair as you duck down to avoid it. "It's just me trying to get you a little date."
"Yeah no, stop that." you grimace. "I'm not gonna let you play matchmaker for me. If I wanted to have their number or a date with them, I can take care of it myself."
$namel's chuckles. "Alright, alright, but if you need my help–"
"I won't need it."
"But <i>if</i> you need it," $l_they continues, undeterred. "I'll be happy to help you."
"So, what did I miss?" a familiar voice behind you asks.
You look over your shoulder to see your best friend smiling at you, already reaching for $j_their favorite drink that you'd thoughtfully ordered, to take a large gulp.
"Heh, if it isn't our lil pretty artist," $namel grins at Ekissa who wrinkles $j_their nose when $j_they notices $namel.
"Old timer? The fuck's $l_they doing here?" our best friend mutters under $j_their breath, leaning closer so only you can hear.
You pat the empty stool beside you, which Ekissa claims with a grateful nod. "Guess $l_they wanted to see your performance."
Ekissa lets out a dismissive scoff. "Yeah, right. Probably just wants to hit on anything that moves."
"Now, now, Ekissa. Is that any way to greet a friend?"
"We're not friends," Ekissa retorts bluntly.
$namel merely shrugs, unfazed by Ekissa's hostility. "Ah, well. I'm sure I'll grow on you eventually."
----
*[["You were impressive by the way," you compliment Ekissa with a smile.|Chap1C164MJL7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Without thinking, you reach for a tissue and start dabbing at Ekissa's sweaty forehead. "Not tired?"|Chap1C164MJL8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Good perf by the way," you grin at your best friend.|Chap1C164MJL9]]
*[[Your eyes scan the packed venue. "You'll soon have to find bigger places to perform."|Chap1C164MJL10]]
*[["Had fun?" you tilt your head to Ekissa.|Chap1C164MJL11]]<<set $LF to $LF + 1>>"That's right, but–"
"I don't need your help," you cut $l_them off with an amused smile.
$l_They grins, undeterred. "Maybe but if you need hel–"
"I won't need it."
"Yeah, but <i>if</i>–"
"No thanks."
$namel sighs dramatically, eyeing you for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "Fine, you win."
"So, what did I miss?" a familiar voice behind you asks.
You look over your shoulder to see your best friend smiling at you, already reaching for $j_their favorite drink that you'd thoughtfully ordered, to take a large gulp.
"Heh, if it isn't our lil pretty artist," $namel grins at Ekissa who wrinkles $j_their nose when $j_they notices $namel.
"Old timer? The fuck's $l_they doing here?" our best friend mutters under $j_their breath, leaning closer so only you can hear.
You pat the empty stool beside you, which Ekissa claims with a grateful nod. "Guess $l_they wanted to see your performance."
Ekissa lets out a dismissive scoff. "Yeah, right. Probably just wants to hit on anything that moves."
"Now, now, Ekissa. Is that any way to greet a friend?"
"We're not friends," Ekissa retorts bluntly.
$namel merely shrugs, unfazed by Ekissa's hostility. "Ah, well. I'm sure I'll grow on you eventually."
----
*[["You were impressive by the way," you compliment Ekissa with a smile.|Chap1C164MJL7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Without thinking, you reach for a tissue and start dabbing at Ekissa's sweaty forehead. "Not tired?"|Chap1C164MJL8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Good perf by the way," you grin at your best friend.|Chap1C164MJL9]]
*[[Your eyes scan the packed venue. "You'll soon have to find bigger places to perform."|Chap1C164MJL10]]
*[["Had fun?" you tilt your head to Ekissa.|Chap1C164MJL11]]<<set $LF to $LF + 1>>$namel's chuckles. "Alright, alright, but if you need my help–"
"I won't need it."
"Yeah, but <i>if</i>–"
"No thanks."
$namel sighs dramatically, eyeing you for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "Fine, you win. Just this once."
You nod, lips curling up triumphantly.
"So, what did I miss?" a familiar voice behind you asks.
You look over your shoulder to see your best friend smiling at you, already reaching for $j_their favorite drink that you'd thoughtfully ordered, to take a large gulp.
"Heh, if it isn't our lil pretty artist," $namel grins at Ekissa who wrinkles $j_their nose when $j_they notices $namel.
"Old timer? The fuck's $l_they doing here?" our best friend mutters under $j_their breath, leaning closer so only you can hear.
You pat the empty stool beside you, which Ekissa claims with a grateful nod. "Guess $l_they wanted to see your performance."
Ekissa lets out a dismissive scoff. "Yeah, right. Probably just wants to hit on anything that moves."
"Now, now, Ekissa. Is that any way to greet a friend?"
"We're not friends," Ekissa retorts bluntly.
$namel merely shrugs, unfazed by Ekissa's hostility. "Ah, well. I'm sure I'll grow on you eventually."
----
*[["You were impressive by the way," you compliment Ekissa with a smile.|Chap1C164MJL7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Without thinking, you reach for a tissue and start dabbing at Ekissa's sweaty forehead. "Not tired?"|Chap1C164MJL8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Good perf by the way," you grin at your best friend.|Chap1C164MJL9]]
*[[Your eyes scan the packed venue. "You'll soon have to find bigger places to perform."|Chap1C164MJL10]]
*[["Had fun?" you tilt your head to Ekissa.|Chap1C164MJL11]]$l_Their face falls, $l_their eyebrows furrowing before $l_they offers you an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I just wanted to help."
"Well, I don't need your help," you say with a raised eyebrow. "I don't want this kind of help, so next time you got the brilliant idea to do something like this, don't. I know you wanna be helpful and all, but really, there's other way to help me than arranging me a date."
$l_Their body stiffens before gradually relaxing as $l_they nods. "Noted. Sorry again."
"Don't worry about it," you wave dismissively.
"So, what did I miss?" a familiar voice behind you asks.
You look over your shoulder to see your best friend smiling at you, already reaching for $j_their favorite drink that you'd thoughtfully ordered, to take a large gulp.
"Heh, if it isn't our lil pretty artist," $namel grins at Ekissa who wrinkles $j_their nose when $j_they notices $namel.
"Old timer? The fuck's $l_they doing here?" our best friend mutters under $j_their breath, leaning closer so only you can hear.
You pat the empty stool beside you, which Ekissa claims with a grateful nod. "Guess $l_they wanted to see your performance."
Ekissa lets out a dismissive scoff. "Yeah, right. Probably just wants to hit on anything that moves."
"Now, now, Ekissa. Is that any way to greet a friend?"
"We're not friends," Ekissa retorts bluntly.
$namel merely shrugs, unfazed by Ekissa's hostility. "Ah, well. I'm sure I'll grow on you eventually."
----
*[["You were impressive by the way," you compliment Ekissa with a smile.|Chap1C164MJL7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Without thinking, you reach for a tissue and start dabbing at Ekissa's sweaty forehead. "Not tired?"|Chap1C164MJL8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Good perf by the way," you grin at your best friend.|Chap1C164MJL9]]
*[[Your eyes scan the packed venue. "You'll soon have to find bigger places to perform."|Chap1C164MJL10]]
*[["Had fun?" you tilt your head to Ekissa.|Chap1C164MJL11]]$l_They nods, letting you take the lead<<if $LL >= 3>>, $l_their hand finding its familiar spot on the small of your back,<</if>> to the bar counter. With so many people packed in the same room, it's a challenge to make your way through. You hold your breath while sliding between bodies, trying to avoid the mix of sweat, cigarette smoke, and alcohol in the air, with $namel close behind.
Once at the bar, $namel claims a stool as $l_they places $l_their order. <<cycle "$drinkalco" autoselect>><<option "You order an alcoholic drink.">><<option "You order a non-alcoholic drink.">><</cycle>>
The bartender flashes you a smile while nodding at your order and gets to work.
"You should ask for their number," $namel suggests in a low voice. When you give $l_them a confused look, $l_they elaborates, "The bartender, you should ask for their number."
<<if $dateothers == "no">>"I don't need it," you answer with a shake of your head.
$namel sighs dramatically, $l_their eyes on the bartender. "You should live a little, $name."
"I don't think asking someone for their number will make me live more than I already am," you counter.<<else>>"They just smiled, and you want me to ask them for their number?" you huff a laugh. "You're reading too much into it."
"You don't see what I see, then," $namel smirks, nodding to the bartender. "Look at them, they're checking you out and they don't even want to be subtle about it. Bet they're gonna offer us free drinks."<</if>>
You follow $l_their gaze, eyeing the bartender to see that, yes, the bartender currently has a wandering gaze on you. You shake your head, glancing back at the old $l_man. "That doesn't mean anything."
<<if $LL >= 5>>"What about mine?" $l_they wiggles $l_their brows playfully.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Yours?" you furrow your brows. "I already have your number."<<else>>You chuckle softly. "Last time I checked, your number was already in my phone."<</if>><<elseif $TL >= 6>>"What about my $t_son's?" $l_they wiggles $l_their brows playfully.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"$namet?" you furrow your brows. "I already have $l_their number. You're the one who insisted for me to have it, remember?"<<else>>You chuckle softly. "Last time I checked, $l_their number was already in my phone."<</if>>
$l_Their eyebrows lift up expectantly, waiting for you to connect the dots.<<elseif $JL >= 6>>"What about your bestie?" $l_they wiggles $l_their brows playfully.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Ekissa's?" you furrow your brows. "I already have $l_their number. $l_They's my best friend, remember?"<<else>>You chuckle softly. "Last time I checked, $l_their number was already in my phone, because, y'know, $l_they's my best friend."<</if>>
$l_Their eyebrows lift up expectantly, waiting for you to connect the dots.<<elseif $AL >= 6>>"What about the brat's?" $l_they wiggles $l_their brows playfully.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Athiel's?" you furrow your brows. "I already have $l_their number."<<else>>You chuckle softly. "Last time I checked, $l_their number was already in my phone."<</if>>
$l_Their eyebrows lift expectantly, waiting for you to connect the dots.<<else>>$namel shrugs one shoulder, giving up for now. "If you say so."<</if>>
"Here's your drinks," the bartender announces, sliding the tray across the counter. "It's on me."
You can see the smug smile on $namel's lips from the corner of your eye with a look that means 'I told you so'.
"If you need another free drink," the bartender continues, sliding a folded piece of paper onto the tray with a wink before turning to attend to other customers.
$namel turns $l_their head ever so slowly, that knowing smile still playing on $l_their lips. "I could get you a date with–"
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*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Why is it so easy for him to push you to another person? "Stop that. I don't want a date with that person so stop it."|Chap1C164MOMJL1]]<<else>>[[Why is it so easy for her to push you to another person? "Stop that. I don't want a date with that person so stop it."|Chap1C164MOMJL1]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["No that's– I don't want to," you try to smile but you know it looks forced. You don't like it. The way this CEO seems so unbothered by the idea of you dating someone else.|Chap1C164MOMJL2]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Ugh, stop it old timer," you sigh. "This is getting embarrassing."|Chap1C164MOMJL3]]
*[["If I want a date, I'm sure I can get it myself, thank you very much," you huff a laugh.|Chap1C164MOMJL4]]
*[["Don't want it," you shake your head.|Chap1C164MOMJL5]]
*[["Can you mind your business?" you click your tongue.|Chap1C164MOMJL6]]<<set $drinkalco to "yes">>With $namel gone to grab the drinks, an awkward silence falls over the booth. You glance between Athiel and $namet, sensing the tension growing just beneath the surface.
Athiel breaks it first, leaning back with a smirk. And by the look of it, this won't be casual small talk.
"So, $namet, still working yourself to the bone at <<if $genderrol == "man">>Daddy<<else>>Mommy<</if>>'s company?" $a_They quirks a challenging brow. "Don't you ever get tired of being a glorified yes-$t_man?"
$namet levels $t_them with a stern stare. "Is it supposed to hurt me?"
"I mean, the truth often hurts," Athiel tilts $a_their head. "But maybe you don't care being seen as a goody two shoes."
"It's not something that really matters to me," $namet shrugs.
The blondie huffs, turning $a_their face away, disappointed by the lack of argument with $namet. $a_They should've known better than to try fighting with $namet, the $t_man can make you feel like a vulgar insect when $t_they wants to. Well, the blondie's just having a taste of $a_their own medicine.
"You're already done?" you raise an eyebrow to Athiel who doesn't answer.
Looks like $a_they's pouting.
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*[[Your gaze can't help but search for the CEO, though.|Chap1C164MTA1]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your gaze is drawn back to Ekissa, though.|Chap1C164MTA2]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Anything interesting to say to pass the time?" you try again.|Chap1C164MTA3]]
*[["Wow we’re having so much fun right now," you quip.|Chap1C164MTA4]]
*[[You grimace at the heavy silence, smiling at both. "How was your day, anyway?"|Chap1C164MTA5]]
*[[You stay silent.|Chap1C164MTA6]]<<set $drinkalco to "no">>With $namel gone to grab the drinks, an awkward silence falls over the booth. You glance between Athiel and $namet, sensing the tension growing just beneath the surface.
Athiel breaks it first, leaning back with a smirk. And by the look of it, this won't be casual small talk.
"So, $namet, still working yourself to the bone at <<if $genderrol == "man">>Daddy<<else>>Mommy<</if>>'s company?" $a_They quirks a challenging brow. "Don't you ever get tired of being a glorified yes-$t_man?"
$namet levels $t_them with a stern stare. "Is it supposed to hurt me?"
"I mean, the truth often hurts," Athiel tilts $a_their head. "But maybe you don't care being seen as a goody two shoes."
"It's not something that really matters to me," $namet shrugs.
The blondie huffs, turning $a_their face away, disappointed by the lack of argument with $namet. $a_They should've known better than to try fighting with $namet, the $t_man can make you feel like a vulgar insect when $t_they wants to. Well, the blondie's just having a taste of $a_their own medicine.
"You're already done?" you raise an eyebrow to Athiel who doesn't answer.
Looks like $a_they's pouting.
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*[[Your gaze can't help but search for the CEO, though.|Chap1C164MTA1]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your gaze is drawn back to Ekissa, though.|Chap1C164MTA2]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Anything interesting to say to pass the time?" you try again.|Chap1C164MTA3]]
*[["Wow we’re having so much fun right now," you quip.|Chap1C164MTA4]]
*[[You grimace at the heavy silence, smiling at both. "How was your day, anyway?"|Chap1C164MTA5]]
*[[You stay silent.|Chap1C164MTA6]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>And there, you find $l_them. $l_They's sat on a stool at the counter bar, laughing and talking with the bartender. You try to read on their lips but you can't understand what they're saying. It looks like they're having a good time. A great time without you.
You lick your lips, tilting your head with narrowed eyes to see $namel throw that signature flirty smile, the same one you’ve seen $l_them give countless others. The thought makes something twist in your gut. <<if $LL >= 3>>Is that all you are too? Just another conquest, another potential notch on $l_their bedpost? Just another person among many others?<</if>>
"Oi, we're here, you know?" Athiel remind you sarcastically as you snap your gaze back to them.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Right," you mutter under your breath, chasing $namel away from your head.<<else>>"Of course," you clear your throat, chasing $namel away from your head.<</if>>
"You look tired."
You look up, $namet's attention on Athiel, $t_their brows furrowed. The blondie's body tense. "What? You want a trophy for stating the obvious?"
The snarky comment doesn't faze the stoic $t_man who keeps staring at the model. "Why coming if you're tired?"
"I didn't want to be at that house while these two get to enjoy themselves without me," Athiel lifts $a_their chin, meeting your eyes and glancing at Ekissa on the scene pointedly.
$namet arches an eyebrow at Athiel's response, clearly unimpressed by the blondie's excuse. "So you decided to tag along and make things unpleasant for everyone instead?"
Athiel's eye twitches. "I didn't ask your opinion, $namet."
$a_They leans back in the booth, arms crossed defensively over $a_their chest as $a_they avoids meeting either of your gazes. And there it is, the comment everyone could have done without. "Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my $e_brother's partner before $m_they move on and forget about $namee completely."
The subtle dig hits its mark, just like $a_they wanted. You suck in a sharp breath, jaw clenching hard. "Gee thanks, Athiel."
"You got what you wanted?" $namet' eyes burn holes in the blondie's skin. "You said enough or are you going to continue twisting the knife in the wound?"
<<if $AL >= 4>>Athiel's face crumbles, unable to meet your eyes. "I didn't mean it."
"Maybe try to think before talking," the stoic $t_man retorts, ice in $l_their voice.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Or if you got a problem with me, just fuckin' say i–"<<else>>"Do we have a problem <i>again</i>, Athiel? Because by the sound of it, it pretty much sounds like we d-"<</if>><<else>>Athiel's jaw tightens, but $l_they says nothing, lips pressed into a thin line.<</if>>
"Make some room for this old $l_man," $namel swoops in with a light tone, setting down the drink tray. "Everything alright over here?" $l_Their eyes dart between your tense faces. "Please tell me you've all been playing nice."
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts to complaining $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>There $j_they is, still singing with those dark eyes that could entrance anyone in $j_their path, pouring $j_their soul into every note. As if sensing your gaze, $j_their next lyrics are sung directly to you, black irises locked with yours.
<<if $JL >= 3>>But where you desperately search for a spark of something more than friendship, you find none. That invisible wall between you feels permanent, unmovable. You never knew being "just friends" could taste so bittersweet.<<else>>You heart flutters at the sight.<</if>>
"Oi, we're here, you know?" Athiel remind you sarcastically as you snap your gaze back to them.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Right," you mutter under your breath<<if $JL >= 3>>, pushing down the disappointment as hard and fast as you can<</if>>.<<else>>"Of course," you clear your throat<<if $JL >= 3>>, pushing down the disappointment as hard and fast as you can<</if>>.<</if>>
"You look tired."
You look up, $namet's attention on Athiel, $t_their brows furrowed. The blondie's body tense. "What? You want a trophy for stating the obvious?"
The snarky comment doesn't faze the stoic $t_man who keeps staring at the model. "Why coming if you're tired?"
"I didn't want to be at that house while these two get to enjoy themselves without me," Athiel lifts $a_their chin, meeting your eyes and glancing at Ekissa on the scene pointedly.
$namet arches an eyebrow at Athiel's response, clearly unimpressed by the blondie's excuse. "So you decided to tag along and make things unpleasant for everyone instead?"
Athiel's eye twitches. "I didn't ask your opinion, $namet."
$a_They leans back in the booth, arms crossed defensively over $a_their chest as $a_they avoids meeting either of your gazes. And there it is, the comment everyone could have done without. "Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my $e_brother's partner before $m_they move on and forget about $namee completely."
The subtle dig hits its mark, just like $a_they wanted. You suck in a sharp breath, jaw clenching hard. "Gee thanks, Athiel."
"You got what you wanted?" $namet' eyes burn holes in the blondie's skin. "You said enough or are you going to continue twisting the knife in the wound?"
<<if $AL >= 4>>Athiel's face crumbles, unable to meet your eyes. "I didn't mean it."
"Maybe try to think before talking," the stoic $t_man retorts, ice in $l_their voice.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Or if you got a problem with me, just fuckin' say i–"<<else>>"Do we have a problem <i>again</i>, Athiel? Because by the sound of it, it pretty much sounds like we d-"<</if>><<else>>Athiel's jaw tightens, but $a_they says nothing, lips pressed into a thin line.<</if>>
"Make some room for this old $l_man," $namel swoops in with a light tone, setting down the drink tray. "Everything alright over here?" $l_Their eyes dart between your tense faces. "Please tell me you've all been playing nice."
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts to complaining $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>>Silence.
$namet hums noncommittally. "I doubt I can offer much."
"I see," you pass a hand over your face with a sigh. "Athiel? Anything to say? You always have something to say."
"I don't," $a_they huffs, still pouting.
"Right..."
"You look tired."
You look up, $namet's attention on Athiel, $t_their brows furrowed. The blondie's body tense. "What? You want a trophy for stating the obvious?"
The snarky comment doesn't faze the stoic $t_man who keeps staring at the model. "Why coming if you're tired?"
"I didn't want to be at that house while these two get to enjoy themselves without me," Athiel lifts $a_their chin, meeting your eyes and glancing at Ekissa on the scene pointedly.
$namet arches an eyebrow at Athiel's response, clearly unimpressed by the blondie's excuse. "So you decided to tag along and make things unpleasant for everyone instead?"
Athiel's eye twitches. "I didn't ask your opinion, $namet."
$a_They leans back in the booth, arms crossed defensively over $a_their chest as $a_they avoids meeting either of your gazes. And there it is, the comment everyone could have done without. "Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my $e_brother's partner before $m_they move on and forget about $namee completely."
The subtle dig hits its mark, just like $a_they wanted. You suck in a sharp breath, jaw clenching hard. "Gee thanks, Athiel."
"You got what you wanted?" $namet' eyes burn holes in the blondie's skin. "You said enough or are you going to continue twisting the knife in the wound?"
<<if $AL >= 5>>Athiel's face crumbles, unable to meet your eyes. "I didn't mean it."
"Maybe try to think before talking," the stoic $t_man retorts, ice in $l_their voice.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Or if you got a problem with me, just fuckin' say i–"<<else>>"Do we have a problem <i>again</i>, Athiel? Because by the sound of it, it pretty much sounds like we d-"<</if>><<else>>Athiel's jaw tightens, but $l_they says nothing, lips pressed into a thin line.<</if>>
"Make some room for this old $l_man," $namel swoops in with a light tone, setting down the drink tray. "Everything alright over here?" $l_Their eyes dart between your tense faces. "Please tell me you've all been playing nice."
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts to complaining $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>>Athiel eye $a_their nails nonchalantly, acting like $a_they didn't hear you while $namet nods, eyes on the scene.
So much for having a conversation... You sigh, leaving it at that, a silence.
An awkward one at that.
"You look tired."
You look up, $namet's attention on Athiel, $t_their brows furrowed. The blondie's body tense. "What? You want a trophy for stating the obvious?"
The snarky comment doesn't faze the stoic $t_man who keeps staring at the model. "Why coming if you're tired?"
"I didn't want to be at that house while these two get to enjoy themselves without me," Athiel lifts $a_their chin, meeting your eyes and glancing at Ekissa on the scene pointedly.
$namet arches an eyebrow at Athiel's response, clearly unimpressed by the blondie's excuse. "So you decided to tag along and make things unpleasant for everyone instead?"
Athiel's eye twitches. "I didn't ask your opinion, $namet."
$a_They leans back in the booth, arms crossed defensively over $a_their chest as $a_they avoids meeting either of your gazes. And there it is, the comment everyone could have done without. "Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my $e_brother's partner before $m_they move on and forget about $namee completely."
The subtle dig hits its mark, just like $a_they wanted. You suck in a sharp breath, jaw clenching hard. "Gee thanks, Athiel."
"You got what you wanted?" $namet' eyes burn holes in the blondie's skin. "You said enough or are you going to continue twisting the knife in the wound?"
<<if $AL >= 5>>Athiel's face crumbles, unable to meet your eyes. "I didn't mean it."
"Maybe try to think before talking," the stoic $t_man retorts, ice in $l_their voice.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Or if you got a problem with me, just fuckin' say i–"<<else>>"Do we have a problem <i>again</i>, Athiel? Because by the sound of it, it pretty much sounds like we d-"<</if>><<else>>Athiel's jaw tightens, but $l_they says nothing, lips pressed into a thin line.<</if>>
"Make some room for this old $l_man," $namel swoops in with a light tone, setting down the drink tray. "Everything alright over here?" $l_Their eyes dart between your tense faces. "Please tell me you've all been playing nice."
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts to complaining $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>>"Not your business," Athiel mutters petulantly, still pouting.
"Nothing really interesting happened," $namet answers.
Well, there's the light discussion you hoped for...
"You look tired."
You look up, $namet's attention on Athiel, $t_their brows furrowed. The blondie's body tense. "What? You want a trophy for stating the obvious?"
The snarky comment doesn't faze the stoic $t_man who keeps staring at the model. "Why coming if you're tired?"
"I didn't want to be at that house while these two get to enjoy themselves without me," Athiel lifts $a_their chin, meeting your eyes and glancing at Ekissa on the scene pointedly.
$namet arches an eyebrow at Athiel's response, clearly unimpressed by the blondie's excuse. "So you decided to tag along and make things unpleasant for everyone instead?"
Athiel's eye twitches. "I didn't ask your opinion, $namet."
$a_They leans back in the booth, arms crossed defensively over $a_their chest as $a_they avoids meeting either of your gazes. And there it is, the comment everyone could have done without. "Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my $e_brother's partner before $m_they move on and forget about $namee completely."
The subtle dig hits its mark, just like $a_they wanted. You suck in a sharp breath, jaw clenching hard. "Gee thanks, Athiel."
"You got what you wanted?" $namet' eyes burn holes in the blondie's skin. "You said enough or are you going to continue twisting the knife in the wound?"
<<if $AL >= 5>>Athiel's face crumbles, unable to meet your eyes. "I didn't mean it."
"Maybe try to think before talking," the stoic $t_man retorts, ice in $l_their voice.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Or if you got a problem with me, just fuckin' say i–"<<else>>"Do we have a problem <i>again</i>, Athiel? Because by the sound of it, it pretty much sounds like we d-"<</if>><<else>>Athiel's jaw tightens, but $l_they says nothing, lips pressed into a thin line.<</if>>
"Make some room for this old $l_man," $namel swoops in with a light tone, setting down the drink tray. "Everything alright over here?" $l_Their eyes dart between your tense faces. "Please tell me you've all been playing nice."
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts to complaining $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>>"You look tired."
You look up, $namet's attention on Athiel, $t_their brows furrowed. The blondie's body tense. "What? You want a trophy for stating the obvious?"
The snarky comment doesn't faze the stoic $t_man who keeps staring at the model. "Why coming if you're tired?"
"I didn't want to be at that house while these two get to enjoy themselves without me," Athiel lifts $a_their chin, meeting your eyes and glancing at Ekissa on the scene pointedly.
$namet arches an eyebrow at Athiel's response, clearly unimpressed by the blondie's excuse. "So you decided to tag along and make things unpleasant for everyone instead?"
Athiel's eye twitches. "I didn't ask your opinion, $namet."
$a_They leans back in the booth, arms crossed defensively over $a_their chest as $a_they avoids meeting either of your gazes. And there it is, the comment everyone could have done without. "Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my $e_brother's partner before $m_they move on and forget about $namee completely."
The subtle dig hits its mark, just like $a_they wanted. You suck in a sharp breath, jaw clenching hard. "Gee thanks, Athiel."
"You got what you wanted?" $namet' eyes burn holes in the blondie's skin. "You said enough or are you going to continue twisting the knife in the wound?"
<<if $AL >= 5>>Athiel's face crumbles, unable to meet your eyes. "I didn't mean it."
"Maybe try to think before talking," the stoic $t_man retorts, ice in $l_their voice.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Or if you got a problem with me, just fuckin' say i–"<<else>>"Do we have a problem <i>again</i>, Athiel? Because by the sound of it, it pretty much sounds like we d-"<</if>><<else>>Athiel's jaw tightens, but $l_they says nothing, lips pressed into a thin line.<</if>>
"Make some room for this old $l_man," $namel swoops in with a light tone, setting down the drink tray. "Everything alright over here?" $l_Their eyes dart between your tense faces. "Please tell me you've all been playing nice."
"What don't you understand in 'don't take too long'?" Athiel immediately starts to complaining $namel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C165">><</button>><b>20:01
Midnight Bar</b>
All sitting at the booth, $namel on one side and Ekissa on your other side, the mood is... not good. Though, thanks to $namel, $l_they's somehow managed to get everyone somewhat comfortable. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing.
"So? Where did you go after our meeting?" $namel inquires curiously as $l_they takes a sip of $l_their drink. "Anything exciting happened?"
"Not really," you say vaguely, drawing more curious looks.
"Riiight," $l_they drawls, eyeing you expectantly.
<<if $routecul == "yes">>"I met a weird man earlier," you finally spill after a moment of silence. "Nothing much to talk about, to be honest. Just that he was weird and invited me to eat with him and his wife sometime."
"Wait wait," Ekissa raises a hand, a disbelief look on $j_their face. "You met a weird dude and he just, what, invited you for dinner?"
"Pretty much, yeah," you nod with a half-shrug. "He's harmless."
"How do you know that," $namet pipes up with a slight frown.
"I drove him home, he didn't lie about his wife," you explain. "And he was all kicked puppy-like when his wife started scolding him for forgetting the bread he was supposed to bring."
Everyone at the table blinks at you. Athiel speaking up. "So you let a random stranger hop in your car and drove him home? Are you nuts?"
<<if $subtle is 1>>"What did you want me to do?" you frown slightly, confused. "Let him walk?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe not let a creep get in your car," Athiel retorts.
"It's not your business what they do," Ekissa jumps to your defense, scowling at the model.<<else>>"I don't need your opinion, thank you very much," you say through gritted teeth.
"Don't be surprised if you end up killed somewhere in a ditch," $a_they retorts with a scoff.
"It's not your business what they do," Ekissa jumps to your defense, scowling at the model.<</if>>
"An old man, huh?" $namel ignores the others. "Old how?"
"Maybe 60," you shrug. "Look, he's harmless, he can barely walk without his cane." Everyone sighs in relief, making you frown. "What? Because he's old and has a cane, that means he can't hurt me?"
"Well, if he got a cane, at least you got time to run away if he starts getting weirder," Athiel shrugs.
"How do you want them to run away if he happens to have a gun?" $namet's practical observation drops like a bomb on the table.
Ekissa gives you a pointed look. "Do you see old men like that kill a lot of people?"
"That doesn't mean anything," you throw them a quizzical look.
"I'm lost here, you trying to reassure or scare us?" $namel blinks, confusion evident.
You roll your eyes. "Ugh, nevermind."
The CEO's features soften as $l_they says softly. "We're just worried about you. I'm not saying you're being naive but maybe because of... what happened, maybe you're more... vulnerable?"<<else>>"I had a talk with the doc," you finally spill after a moment of silence. "Nothing much to talk about, honestly. Just that she invited me to dinner sometime."
Athiel frowns, distracting $a_themself with $a_their wine glass. "For what?"
"To eat?" you blink at $a_them, not about to start this topic. You're not ready to explain your reasons for seeing her.
"I was talking about that meeting, smartass," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue.
"I know," you tilt your head.
"You could tell her whatever you needed to?" $namet's voice carries an unusual softness.
Could you? Not really. Your mind had been flooded with questions, but when face-to-face with her, everything went blank. All you could ask was if $namee felt the pain, if $e_they suffered from the burns that marked half $e_their face, the burns that marked $e_their body. Just that one question. Maybe it was your way of dealing with the guilt of not being there? Probably.
All you know is that talking to the doctor did help you. Not enough to forget or move on completely, but enough to keep living with it.
"Not... all of it, but it's enough for now," you murmur, swallowing before nodding. "She wants to help me and I don't plan to refuse."
Ekissa rubs soothingly your back while $namel grins at you. "Good to know."<</if>>
The moment shatters when Athiel's bitter smile makes an appearance, accompanied by a head shake.
"Have something to say?" $namel cocks an eyebrow at the younger $a_man.
"Nah," The model raises $a_their hands in mock surrender. "I just don't get it."
They exchange glances between them as you question. "Don't get what?"
"Why you all gotta make a big deal out of it."
Here we go again with that. $a_They'll tell you you're all drama queens. $a_They'll ask why you're acting like this, will tell you to move on, to stop being dramatic. You know it because you’ve already heard it all before.
$a_They must really hate you. There's no way someone could throw so many snarks and painful statements just to 'help' you move on.
"Fuck you," Ekissa spits venom, glowering at the arrogant $a_man.
"Oh wow, fuck you too Eki' darling," Athiel's mocking smile stretches wider. "I just say it like I see it. If you can't handle it, not my problem."
$namet doesn't say anything, staring at the table, $t_their forehead creasing while $t_their $l_father frowns at the blondie with a disapproving look.
"Oh don't look at me like that," Athiel sneers. "I'm right and you know it."
"No you're wrong," $namel retorts. "Of course you're wrong, if you moved on, that's good for you, don't force people around you to feel the same way."
The model barks a sharp laugh devoid of any mirth, shaking $a_their head as $a_they abruptly stands. "Whatever. I don't know why I wasted my time here."
Without waiting for an answer, $a_they storms off, leaving behind a heavy silence. No one speaks, everyone suddenly fascinated with their empty glasses, avoiding your gaze. You shut your eyes, lips pressing into a thin line.
That was a disaster.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C166">><</button>><b>07:38
Macara Residence - Home</b>
You're late. It's your first day at your new job, and you're late. <<if $readytime == "take time to prep">>You always take too much time getting ready, hoping today would be different. Just this special day. But you were wrong and now you're late.<<else>>You're never late, usually so punctual. Maybe it's your nerves, or maybe not. Either way, you're still late.<</if>>
You can throw the good first impression out of the window because you just ruined it by being late. Smoothing the wrinkles of your professional outfit, you grab your phone on your way, closing the door of your bedroom behind you as you hurry downstairs.
Ekissa is already waiting for you, standing down the stairs with a sleepy smile. "Late?"
"You have no idea," you mutter, walking down the stairs two at a time.
Your best friend wraps $j_their arms around you in a warm hug before stepping backward. "Not gonna eat anything?"
"No time," you hurry to the front door, hastily slipping on your shoes. "Think of me while you stuff your face with Athiel's pancakes."
"I'd rather die than hear $a_them tell me to be grateful for $a_their oh-so-great breakfast," Ekissa snorts derisively.
Opening the door, you glance over your shoulder. "Don't kill each other while I'm away, yeah?"
"Mh," $j_they hums noncommitally.
You barely take one step outside when something at your feet catches your attention. Looking down, there's a bouquet lying on your doorstep. Probably not for you, but... studying the arrangement, you notice the variety. Roses, tulips, sunflowers, and others you can't name. It's... a chaotic mix of flowers. Some petals have broken free, scattered across the porch in the morning breeze.
Crouching down, a small card catches your eye. Simple, white. Flipping it over, there's a message:
<i>Sorry
PS: I didn't know what was your favorite flowers so I took a bit of everything.</i>
Sorry? You don't know why, but that sounds awfully like <<if $routedoc == "yes">>the doctor<<else>>this weird old man you met the other day<</if>>. Always apologizing for everything and nothing. You'll need to call <<if $routedoc == "yes">>her<<else>>him<</if>> to be sure. Could be another one of Ekissa's or Athiel's fans who found their address. Though why "sorry"?
You don't have time. Turning around, you toss the flower bouquet to Ekissa, who grunts as $j_they catches it. Reading the card, $j_they arches an eyebrow your way. "Sorry?"
"Not yours then, we'll talk about it later," you wave goodbye. "Wish me good luck."
"Hey wai–" you hear $j_them sigh as you walk to $j_their car you're borrowing for today.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C167">><</button>><b>08:10
Melth Cosmetics Corporation - At the reception</b>
"$name $surname..." the receptionist repeats slowly, tapping on their keyboard and fixing their glasses up the bridge of their nose with the back of their forefinger. They let out a sigh, their bored tone adding. "The new assistant?"
Their dark blue dress complements their dark skin beautifully, making their hazel eyes pop. You're not surprised to see gorgeous people in $namel's company, even if $l_they'll probably deny it, you doubt $l_they'd hire anyone $l_they didn't find attractive in some way. The man can be quite superficial sometimes.
"That's right," you nod.
"The... new assistant..." they nod back slowly, their brain processing. And as if remembering something, they get up, letting out a laugh so fake you can't help but wince. They clear their throat, adjusting their long coiled hair. "Of course the new assistant! I'm Maxime, it's so nice to meet you!"
So these types of people <i>do</i> exist after all. You're $namel's friend and assistant, of course they'd act all cheerful with you if they don't wanna risk you to say shit about them and make them fired.
You don't really know how to react, so you opt for another nod. "Nice to meet you."
Their hazel eyes scan you a beat too long before they beam, gesturing toward the elevator. "The boss is waiting for you in $l_their office. Fourth floor, first door you'll see right in front of you when you get up there."
"Thanks," you move to follow their directions.
"Oh and–" they call out, forcing you to look over your shoulder as their smile turns more genuine. "Welcome to MCC."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You grunt. "Thanks."
You hear a chuckle behind you as you head to the elevator.<<else>>You throw them a charming smile. "Thanks."
They blink at you, a laugh escaping them. "You're a menace, I can already tell."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C168">><</button>>In the elevator, you hit the desired button and lean against the wall, letting your head fall back as you take a deep breath. You've got this. You can do it. Fuck whoever thinks otherwise. You have a new job, you'll make sure to keep it.
The <i>ding</i> snaps you back to reality, doors sliding open. The door at the end of the hall stands open, sunlight casting a gentle glow into the office while voices drift out to where you stand.
Stepping out before the elevator decides to close on you, you notice the empty front desk. Is this where you'll be working?
You don't have time to dwell on it, the voices growing louder. Approaching the door, you peek inside. $namel's sprawled across $l_their desk, one leg crossed over the other, $l_their eyes fixed on the view outside $l_their window. Leaning slightly to one side, you spot an unfamiliar man standing, hands planted on the desk as he continues to scold the older $l_man.
"$m_They $m_dont have any experience, $namel!" the man hisses through gritted teeth. "You're firing me for someone who's not even qualified for the job! I have years of experience and the required diplomas to stay."
Ah, looks like they're talking about you.
"Jasper," $namel finally looks at the furious man, $l_their expression screaming 'I don't care'. "I'm not firing you for that and you know it."
You're not sure if you should announce your presence or just... well, wait back at the front desk. You have a feeling that no matter what, you're going to get an earful from this man.
"I thought we had something..." the man murmurs weakly.
Your new boss frowns in confusion at Jasper, $l_their head pulling back with a small laugh. "What? I told you it was just sex."
"It can't be just sex, you felt the same, right? I can't believe you didn't feel anything," Jasper shakes his head vehemently, circling the desk to stand a few feet from $namel.
Your eyes widen. Yep. You should wait faaar away from this office.
----
*[[And that's what you plan to do.|Chap1C168.1]]
*[[You want to, of course you'll do it... after hearing some more. Just a little bit.|Chap1C168.2]]
*[[You sigh, you don't care, you'll wait until they're done here.|Chap1C168.3]]<<set $curiounosy to "no">>Turning on your heels, you hurry away. This is not your business. You're already showing up late, you don't want to be caught eavesdropping on top of that. And that's way too personal.
Fucking with an employee... You knew $namel was a horndog but with an employee? Seriously? Not that you can start to judge your boss. $namel is being $namel. In any case, one thing's for sure, you won't be going under the desk.<<if $LL >=6>>.. you think? Nope, what the fuck? Of course you won't. What kind of idea you're getting?<</if>>
"$name," you hear your name and you grimace.
You close your eyes, praying it's just in your head.
"$name."
Geez... Opening your eyes, you slowly turn around to face $namel who's gotten up and is now walking in your direction with a grin. "A bit late, mh?"
"We're not done here, $namel," Jasper snaps, turning his glare in your direction as if you just interrupted something important. In a way, you have. He's being fired after all.
"Oh but we are," your new boss answers, holding out a hand to you. "Welcome to Melth Cosmetics Corporation, $name."
You shake $l_their hand, aware of $l_their... friend throwing daggers at you. Pulling away your hand, you clear your throat. "Thanks."
The awkward silence starts. $namel turns $l_their light gray eyes to the man still standing at $l_their desk to end it. "Leave."
"But–"
"Jasper, I was clear from the first minute. Whatever you think there was between us? It never happened, we had a good time but that's all. Now you're fired." $namel says, $l_their tone firm. "You wouldn't want security to come and make you leave, right?"
"Fucking <<if $genderrol == "man">>asshole<<else>>bitch<</if>>," Jasper sneers, grabbing his coat and storming off, making sure to shove past you on his way.
----
*[[Watching Jasper's back, you frown. Your boss fucks the employees, huh. You don't know how to feel about that. "You... nevermind."|Chap1C169]]
*[["What was it all about?" you ask before you can stop yourself.|Chap1C170]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Shifting your gaze between your new boss and Jasper, you murmur. "You okay?"|Chap1C171]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["There's nothing better than some drama to start my first day," you grin, trying to light up the mood.|Chap1C172]]
*[[You cock a brow at your new boss. "Fucking with your worker? Really?"|Chap1C173]]
*[["I'll act as if I never heard any of it," you mutter.|Chap1C174]]<<set $curiounosy to "yes">>It won't hurt to hear a tiny little bit more. They don't even know you're here so just some more seconds... just for... better understanding of the company. That's right. You need to know your boss. That's not because you're being nosy.
Your gaze meets $namel's and you freeze. Fuck. Bad idea, that was a bad idea. Turning on your heels, you hurry off.
"$name," you hear your name and you grimace.
You close your eyes, praying it's just in your head.
"$name."
Geez... Opening your eyes, you slowly turn around to face $namel who's gotten up and is now walking in your direction with a grin. "A bit late, mh?"
"We're not done here, $namel," Jasper snaps, turning his glare in your direction as if you just interrupt something important. In a way, it is. He's being fired after all.
"Oh but we are." your new boss answers, holding out a hand to you. "Welcome to Melth Cosmetics Corporation, $name."
You shake $l_their hand, aware of $l_their... friend throwing daggers at you. Pulling away your hand, you clear your throat. "Thanks."
The awkward silence starts. $namel turns $l_their light gray eyes to the man still standing at $l_their desk to end it. "Leave."
"But–"
"Jasper, I was clear from the first minute. Whatever you think there was between us? It never happened, we had a good time but that's all. Now you're fired." $namel says, $l_their tone firm. "You wouldn't want security to come and make you leave, right?"
"Fucking <<if $genderrol == "man">>asshole<<else>>bitch<</if>>," Jasper sneers, grabbing his coat and storming off, making sure to shove past you on his way.
----
*[[Watching Jasper's back, you frown. Your boss fucks the employees, huh. You don't know how to feel about that. "You... nevermind."|Chap1C169]]
*[["What was it all about?" you ask before you can stop yourself.|Chap1C170]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Shifting your gaze between your new boss and Jasper, you murmur. "You okay?"|Chap1C171]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["There's nothing better than some drama to start my first day," you grin, trying to light up the mood.|Chap1C172]]
*[[You cock a brow at your new boss. "Fucking with your worker? Really?"|Chap1C173]]
*[["I'll act as if I never heard any of it," you mutter.|Chap1C174]]<<set $curiounosy to "yes">>They fucked together, good for them. One is angry and the other doesn't care. There's nothing much interesting to see so you just stand there, look around as if interested by the plain white walls. You're not. Those walls are boring.
Your gaze meets $namel's and you tense. You feel like you were eavesdropping when you clearly weren't. Growing uncomfortable, you turn on your heels. Waiting at the front desk is good too.
"$name," you hear your name and you grimace.
You close your eyes, praying it's just in your head.
"$name."
Geez... Opening your eyes, you slowly turn around to face $namel who's gotten up and is now walking in your direction with a grin. "A bit late, mh?"
"We're not done here, $namel," Jasper snaps, turning his glare in your direction as if you just interrupt something important. In a way, it is. He's being fired after all.
"Oh but we are." your new boss answers, holding out a hand to you. "Welcome to Melth Cosmetics Corporation, $name."
You shake $l_their hand, aware of $l_their... friend throwing daggers at you. Pulling away your hand, you clear your throat. "Thanks."
The awkward silence starts. $namel turns $l_their light gray eyes to the man still standing at $l_their desk to end it. "Leave."
"But–"
"Jasper, I was clear from the first minute. Whatever you think there was between us? It never happened, we had a good time but that's all. Now you're fired." $namel says, $l_their tone firm. "You wouldn't want security to come and make you leave, right?"
"Fucking <<if $genderrol == "man">>asshole<<else>>bitch<</if>>," Jasper sneers, grabbing his coat and storming off, making sure to shove past you on his way.
----
*[[Watching Jasper's back, you frown. Your boss fucks the employees, huh. You don't know how to feel about that. "You... nevermind."|Chap1C169]]
*[["What was it all about?" you ask before you can stop yourself.|Chap1C170]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Shifting your gaze between your new boss and Jasper, you murmur. "You okay?"|Chap1C171]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["There's nothing better than some drama to start my first day," you grin, trying to light up the mood.|Chap1C172]]
*[[You cock a brow at your new boss. "Fucking with your worker? Really?"|Chap1C173]]
*[["I'll act as if I never heard any of it," you mutter.|Chap1C174]]"Think I was wrong getting touchy-feely with him?" $namel speaks up what $l_they knows you're thinking right now. "Don't I know it."
"Isn't it... inadvisable to be that intimate with your employees?" you ask, meeting $l_their gaze.
"Well, he wanted it, I wanted it," $l_they shrugs. "Everyone had what they wanted."
"He was fired," you remind $l_them, throwing $l_them a pointed stare.
$l_Their chuckle echoes in the office. You had the feeling $l_they doesn't care at all. Gesturing inside with a hand, $l_they nods sideways. "C'mon."
Following into $l_their office, the luxurious decor is how you imagined it from a CEO like $namel. Your jaw drops as you take in the sleek and modern design. You caught a glimpse earlier from where you were standing, but seeing it up close hits different.
The spacious room boasts floor-to-ceiling windows that frame an impressive view of the city skyline. In one corner, plush brown leather furniture is arranged like something straight out of an interior design magazine. This is... next level fancy. But then again, it's $namel we're talking about.
A massive wooden bookshelf spans one wall, packed with volumes that look more decorative than well-read. Because last time you checked, $namel wasn't exactly a bookworm. But you can't say for sure, maybe $l_they's secretly a literature nerd during work hours.
In the corner, there's this cute little indoor garden setup with lush greenery that adds some life to the space. You just pray $namel isn't the plant parent here, $l_their backyard is a disaster. $l_They always insists on mowing $l_their own lawn like the "responsible adult" $l_they claims to be. Result? A patchy mess of holes and dead flowers.
The showstopper, though, is $namel's massive mahogany desk, $l_their sleek computer set up among other professional-looking stuff. Everything from the minimalist vibes to the sophisticated color scheme screams that despite $namel's usual playful attitude, this is where $l_they means business.
As you sink into one of the supple leather chairs across from $l_their workspace, you can't help feeling a bit out of place. Not that you're a stranger to luxury. Your best friend's parents are the type who'd casually buy you three cars because they couldn't decide which one to gift you for your birthday, live in what's basically a mansion, and skip commercial flights for their private jet.
But still, you're not familiar at all. You feel small here.
"Sooo," $namel starts, settling into $l_their desk chair across from you. "I won't make you work too hard for your first day. Don't want to scare you off right away."
Leaning back, $l_they continues. "As my assistant, you'll be keeping me organized and on schedule."
"Like I mentioned yesterday," $namel taps a slender finger against $l_their lips thoughtfully. "You'll handle my calendar, schedule meetings, confirm appointments with investors and other VIP clients."
"Plus managing my correspondence, emails, letters, any communiques that need my attention or signature. There might be some travel involved for product launches, charity galas, that kind of thing. You'll need to come with me, though it's not set in stone, we've got this thing called internet now," $l_they smirks, "so if you're not feeling the travel life, we can always video call to catch up."
Your brain can't keep up with all but you nod anyway at each statement, trying your best to appear capable. Because you are capable. You think.
With that, $l_they pats $l_their desk twice with a grin. "Think you can handle being my very personal assistant?"
----
*[[You nod determinedly. "I can."|Chap1C175]]
*[["I'll try my best," you smile.|Chap1C176]]
*[["I need this job," you smile wryly. "So yes, I can handle it."|Chap1C177]]
*[["Only one way to find out," you jerk your thumb over your shoulder to the front desk with a grin.|Chap1C178]]
*[["Thanks again," you say softly.|Chap1C179]]<<set $dateothers to "dunno">>Athiel sighs in exasperation. "Of course you don't want to talk about it. You never want to talk about anything."
You take another sip of your drink, pondering $a_their words. $a_They wasn't exactly wrong, but the thought of moving on from $namee and opening yourself up to someone new is... You don't want to think about it.
"It's not that easy," you reply. "Everything still feels too raw. I'm just not ready. And I'm even less ready to talk about this kind of stuff with <i>you</i>."
Athiel lets out an irritated sigh. "Well, someone needs to talk to you about it. Can't keep moping around the house like a lost puppy."
You grip your $pickdrink tighter, still not meeting $a_their eyes. "I'm fine, Athiel. Just leave it. I told you I don't wanna talk about it."
"Are you really, though?" $a_they retorts. "When was the last time you went out with friends? Or did anything fun?"
You don't answer.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C20">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$namel arches an eyebrow. "Curious lil thing, aren't you?"
"I'm just wondering why this man was screaming at you," you say, tone defensive. "I don't wanna be fired too for something like this."
$l_Their left brow joins the other as a slow smile spread on $l_their lips. "Are you insinuating something? Is it some kind of hint you want to give me, $name?"
You swallow. "No. I was just... saying."
$l_Their chuckle echoes in the office. You had the feeling $l_they doesn't care at all about Jasper and you don't know if it's a good or bad thing. Gesturing inside with a hand, $l_they nods sideway. "C'mon."
Following into $l_their office, the luxurious decor is how you imagined it from a CEO like $namel. Your jaw drops as you take in the sleek and modern design. You caught a glimpse earlier from where you were standing, but seeing it up close hits different.
The spacious room boasts floor-to-ceiling windows that frame an impressive view of the city skyline. In one corner, plush brown leather furniture is arranged like something straight out of an interior design magazine. This is... next level fancy. But then again, it's $namel we're talking about.
A massive wooden bookshelf spans one wall, packed with volumes that look more decorative than well-read. Because last time you checked, $namel wasn't exactly a bookworm. But you can't say for sure, maybe $l_they's secretly a literature nerd during work hours.
In the corner, there's this cute little indoor garden setup with lush greenery that adds some life to the space. You just pray $namel isn't the plant parent here, $l_their backyard is a disaster. $l_They always insists on mowing $l_their own lawn like the "responsible adult" $l_they claims to be. Result? A patchy mess of holes and dead flowers.
The showstopper, though, is $namel's massive mahogany desk, $l_their sleek computer set up among other professional-looking stuff. Everything from the minimalist vibes to the sophisticated color scheme screams that despite $namel's usual playful attitude, this is where $l_they means business.
As you sink into one of the supple leather chairs across from $l_their workspace, you can't help feeling a bit out of place. Not that you're a stranger to luxury. Your best friend's parents are the type who'd casually buy you three cars because they couldn't decide which one to gift you for your birthday, live in what's basically a mansion, and skip commercial flights for their private jet.
But still, you're not familiar at all. You feel small here.
"Sooo," $namel starts, settling into $l_their desk chair across from you. "I won't make you work too hard for your first day. Don't want to scare you off right away."
Leaning back, $l_they continues. "As my assistant, you'll be keeping me organized and on schedule."
"Like I mentioned yesterday," $namel taps a slender finger against $l_their lips thoughtfully. "You'll handle my calendar, schedule meetings, confirm appointments with investors and other VIP clients."
"Plus managing my correspondence, emails, letters, any communiques that need my attention or signature. There might be some travel involved for product launches, charity galas, that kind of thing. You'll need to come with me, though it's not set in stone, we've got this thing called internet now," $l_they smirks, "so if you're not feeling the travel life, we can always video call to catch up."
Your brain can't keep up with all but you nod anyway at each statement, trying your best to appear capable. Because you are capable. You think.
With that, $l_they pats $l_their desk twice with a grin. "Think you can handle being my very personal assistant?"
----
*[[You nod determinedly. "I can."|Chap1C175]]
*[["I'll try my best," you smile.|Chap1C176]]
*[["I need this job," you smile wryly. "So yes, I can handle it."|Chap1C177]]
*[["Only one way to find out," you jerk your thumb over your shoulder to the front desk with a grin.|Chap1C178]]
*[["Thanks again," you say softly.|Chap1C179]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$l_They stares at you, blinking. "Me?"
"Who else?" you frown as you search for any discomfort $l_they's trying to hide. You repeat. "You okay?"
"I fired that man and you're worried about <i>me</i>?" $l_they murmurs in disbelief. But $l_they recovers pretty quickly as a slow smile spreads on $l_their lips. "I'm good, thanks."
You smile. "You're welcome. But next time, try not to fool around with your employees.
$l_Their chuckle echoes in the office. You had the feeling $l_they doesn't care at all about Jasper and you don't know if it's a good or bad thing. Gesturing inside with a hand, $l_they nods sideway. "C'mon."
Following into $l_their office, the luxurious decor is how you imagined it from a CEO like $namel. Your jaw drops as you take in the sleek and modern design. You caught a glimpse earlier from where you were standing, but seeing it up close hits different.
The spacious room boasts floor-to-ceiling windows that frame an impressive view of the city skyline. In one corner, plush brown leather furniture is arranged like something straight out of an interior design magazine. This is... next level fancy. But then again, it's $namel we're talking about.
A massive wooden bookshelf spans one wall, packed with volumes that look more decorative than well-read. Because last time you checked, $namel wasn't exactly a bookworm. But you can't say for sure, maybe $l_they's secretly a literature nerd during work hours.
In the corner, there's this cute little indoor garden setup with lush greenery that adds some life to the space. You just pray $namel isn't the plant parent here, $l_their backyard is a disaster. $l_They always insists on mowing $l_their own lawn like the "responsible adult" $l_they claims to be. Result? A patchy mess of holes and dead flowers.
The showstopper, though, is $namel's massive mahogany desk, $l_their sleek computer set up among other professional-looking stuff. Everything from the minimalist vibes to the sophisticated color scheme screams that despite $namel's usual playful attitude, this is where $l_they means business.
As you sink into one of the supple leather chairs across from $l_their workspace, you can't help feeling a bit out of place. Not that you're a stranger to luxury. Your best friend's parents are the type who'd casually buy you three cars because they couldn't decide which one to gift you for your birthday, live in what's basically a mansion, and skip commercial flights for their private jet.
But still, you're not familiar at all. You feel small here.
"Sooo," $namel starts, settling into $l_their desk chair across from you. "I won't make you work too hard for your first day. Don't want to scare you off right away."
Leaning back, $l_they continues. "As my assistant, you'll be keeping me organized and on schedule."
"Like I mentioned yesterday," $namel taps a slender finger against $l_their lips thoughtfully. "You'll handle my calendar, schedule meetings, confirm appointments with investors and other VIP clients."
"Plus managing my correspondence, emails, letters, any communiques that need my attention or signature. There might be some travel involved for product launches, charity galas, that kind of thing. You'll need to come with me, though it's not set in stone, we've got this thing called internet now," $l_they smirks, "so if you're not feeling the travel life, we can always video call to catch up."
Your brain can't keep up with all but you nod anyway at each statement, trying your best to appear capable. Because you are capable. You think.
With that, $l_they pats $l_their desk twice with a grin. "Think you can handle being my very personal assistant?"
----
*[[You nod determinedly. "I can."|Chap1C175]]
*[["I'll try my best," you smile.|Chap1C176]]
*[["I need this job," you smile wryly. "So yes, I can handle it."|Chap1C177]]
*[["Only one way to find out," you jerk your thumb over your shoulder to the front desk with a grin.|Chap1C178]]
*[["Thanks again," you say softly.|Chap1C179]]$l_They blinks at you, $l_their grin widening as $l_they nudges your shoulder with $l_theirs. "Glad you're already enjoying yourself."
"I wouldn't call it 'enjoying myself' but sure, go for it," you chuckle.
$l_Their chuckle echoes in the office. You had the feeling $l_they doesn't care at all about Jasper and you don't know if it's a good or bad thing. Gesturing inside with a hand, $l_they nods sideways. "C'mon."
Following into $l_their office, the luxurious decor is how you imagined it from a CEO like $namel. Your jaw drops as you take in the sleek and modern design. You caught a glimpse earlier from where you were standing, but seeing it up close hits different.
The spacious room boasts floor-to-ceiling windows that frame an impressive view of the city skyline. In one corner, plush brown leather furniture is arranged like something straight out of an interior design magazine. This is... next level fancy. But then again, it's $namel we're talking about.
A massive wooden bookshelf spans one wall, packed with volumes that look more decorative than well-read. Because last time you checked, $namel wasn't exactly a bookworm. But you can't say for sure, maybe $l_they's secretly a literature nerd during work hours.
In the corner, there's this cute little indoor garden setup with lush greenery that adds some life to the space. You just pray $namel isn't the plant parent here, $l_their backyard is a disaster. $l_They always insists on mowing $l_their own lawn like the "responsible adult" $l_they claims to be. Result? A patchy mess of holes and dead flowers.
The showstopper, though, is $namel's massive mahogany desk, $l_their sleek computer set up among other professional-looking stuff. Everything from the minimalist vibes to the sophisticated color scheme screams that despite $namel's usual playful attitude, this is where $l_they means business.
As you sink into one of the supple leather chairs across from $l_their workspace, you can't help feeling a bit out of place. Not that you're a stranger to luxury. Your best friend's parents are the type who'd casually buy you three cars because they couldn't decide which one to gift you for your birthday, live in what's basically a mansion, and skip commercial flights for their private jet.
But still, you're not familiar at all. You feel small here.
"Sooo," $namel starts, settling into $l_their desk chair across from you. "I won't make you work too hard for your first day. Don't want to scare you off right away."
Leaning back, $l_they continues. "As my assistant, you'll be keeping me organized and on schedule."
"Like I mentioned yesterday," $namel taps a slender finger against $l_their lips thoughtfully. "You'll handle my calendar, schedule meetings, confirm appointments with investors and other VIP clients."
"Plus managing my correspondence, emails, letters, any communiques that need my attention or signature. There might be some travel involved for product launches, charity galas, that kind of thing. You'll need to come with me, though it's not set in stone, we've got this thing called internet now," $l_they smirks, "so if you're not feeling the travel life, we can always video call to catch up."
Your brain can't keep up with all but you nod anyway at each statement, trying your best to appear capable. Because you are capable. You think.
With that, $l_they pats $l_their desk twice with a grin. "Think you can handle being my very personal assistant?"
----
*[[You nod determinedly. "I can."|Chap1C175]]
*[["I'll try my best," you smile.|Chap1C176]]
*[["I need this job," you smile wryly. "So yes, I can handle it."|Chap1C177]]
*[["Only one way to find out," you jerk your thumb over your shoulder to the front desk with a grin.|Chap1C178]]
*[["Thanks again," you say softly.|Chap1C179]]"Whaaaat?" $namel's eyes widen with that innocent smile of $l_theirs. "Me? Why would I do that?"
"Someone ever told you how bad a liar you are?" you shake your head. "Unbelievable."
"I can lie when I want to," $l_they says in defense.
"Why, tho?" you ask, gazing back on the elevator where Jasper left pointedly.
"Well, he wanted it, I wanted it," $l_they shrugs. "Everyone had what they wanted."
"He was fired," you remind $l_them, throwing $l_them a pointed stare.
$l_Their chuckle echoes in the office. You had the feeling $l_they doesn't care at all. Gesturing inside with a hand, $l_they nods sideways. "C'mon."
Following into $l_their office, the luxurious decor is how you imagined it from a CEO like $namel. Your jaw drops as you take in the sleek and modern design. You caught a glimpse earlier from where you were standing, but seeing it up close hits different.
The spacious room boasts floor-to-ceiling windows that frame an impressive view of the city skyline. In one corner, plush brown leather furniture is arranged like something straight out of an interior design magazine. This is... next level fancy. But then again, it's $namel we're talking about.
A massive wooden bookshelf spans one wall, packed with volumes that look more decorative than well-read. Because last time you checked, $namel wasn't exactly a bookworm. But you can't say for sure, maybe $l_they's secretly a literature nerd during work hours.
In the corner, there's this cute little indoor garden setup with lush greenery that adds some life to the space. You just pray $namel isn't the plant parent here, $l_their backyard is a disaster. $l_They always insists on mowing $l_their own lawn like the "responsible adult" $l_they claims to be. Result? A patchy mess of holes and dead flowers.
The showstopper, though, is $namel's massive mahogany desk, $l_their sleek computer set up among other professional-looking stuff. Everything from the minimalist vibes to the sophisticated color scheme screams that despite $namel's usual playful attitude, this is where $l_they means business.
As you sink into one of the supple leather chairs across from $l_their workspace, you can't help feeling a bit out of place. Not that you're a stranger to luxury. Your best friend's parents are the type who'd casually buy you three cars because they couldn't decide which one to gift you for your birthday, live in what's basically a mansion, and skip commercial flights for their private jet.
But still, you're not familiar at all. You feel small here.
"Sooo," $namel starts, settling into $l_their desk chair across from you. "I won't make you work too hard for your first day. Don't want to scare you off right away."
Leaning back, $l_they continues. "As my assistant, you'll be keeping me organized and on schedule."
"Like I mentioned yesterday," $namel taps a slender finger against $l_their lips thoughtfully. "You'll handle my calendar, schedule meetings, confirm appointments with investors and other VIP clients."
"Plus managing my correspondence, emails, letters, any communiques that need my attention or signature. There might be some travel involved for product launches, charity galas, that kind of thing. You'll need to come with me, though it's not set in stone, we've got this thing called internet now," $l_they smirks, "so if you're not feeling the travel life, we can always video call to catch up."
Your brain can't keep up with all but you nod anyway at each statement, trying your best to appear capable. Because you are capable. You think.
With that, $l_they pats $l_their desk twice with a grin. "Think you can handle being my very personal assistant?"
----
*[[You nod determinedly. "I can."|Chap1C175]]
*[["I'll try my best," you smile.|Chap1C176]]
*[["I need this job," you smile wryly. "So yes, I can handle it."|Chap1C177]]
*[["Only one way to find out," you jerk your thumb over your shoulder to the front desk with a grin.|Chap1C178]]
*[["Thanks again," you say softly.|Chap1C179]]"Heard what?" $l_they smirks before gesturing inside with a hand. $l_They nods sideway. "C'mon."
Following into $l_their office, the luxurious decor is how you imagined it from a CEO like $namel. Your jaw drops as you take in the sleek and modern design. You caught a glimpse earlier from where you were standing, but seeing it up close hits different.
The spacious room boasts floor-to-ceiling windows that frame an impressive view of the city skyline. In one corner, plush brown leather furniture is arranged like something straight out of an interior design magazine. This is... next level fancy. But then again, it's $namel we're talking about.
A massive wooden bookshelf spans one wall, packed with volumes that look more decorative than well-read. Because last time you checked, $namel wasn't exactly a bookworm. But you can't say for sure, maybe $l_they's secretly a literature nerd during work hours.
In the corner, there's this cute little indoor garden setup with lush greenery that adds some life to the space. You just pray $namel isn't the plant parent here, $l_their backyard is a disaster. $l_They always insists on mowing $l_their own lawn like the "responsible adult" $l_they claims to be. Result? A patchy mess of holes and dead flowers.
The showstopper, though, is $namel's massive mahogany desk, $l_their sleek computer set up among other professional-looking stuff. Everything from the minimalist vibes to the sophisticated color scheme screams that despite $namel's usual playful attitude, this is where $l_they means business.
As you sink into one of the supple leather chairs across from $l_their workspace, you can't help feeling a bit out of place. Not that you're a stranger to luxury. Your best friend's parents are the type who'd casually buy you three cars because they couldn't decide which one to gift you for your birthday, live in what's basically a mansion, and skip commercial flights for their private jet.
But still, you're not familiar at all. You feel small here.
"Sooo," $namel starts, settling into $l_their desk chair across from you. "I won't make you work too hard for your first day. Don't want to scare you off right away."
Leaning back, $l_they continues. "As my assistant, you'll be keeping me organized and on schedule."
"Like I mentioned yesterday," $namel taps a slender finger against $l_their lips thoughtfully. "You'll handle my calendar, schedule meetings, confirm appointments with investors and other VIP clients."
"Plus managing my correspondence, emails, letters, any communiques that need my attention or signature. There might be some travel involved for product launches, charity galas, that kind of thing. You'll need to come with me, though it's not set in stone, we've got this thing called internet now," $l_they smirks, "so if you're not feeling the travel life, we can always video call to catch up."
Your brain can't keep up with all but you nod anyway at each statement, trying your best to appear capable. Because you are capable. You think.
With that, $l_they pats $l_their desk twice with a grin. "Think you can handle being my very personal assistant?"
----
*[[You nod determinedly. "I can."|Chap1C175]]
*[["I'll try my best," you smile.|Chap1C176]]
*[["I need this job," you smile wryly. "So yes, I can handle it."|Chap1C177]]
*[["Only one way to find out," you jerk your thumb over your shoulder to the front desk with a grin.|Chap1C178]]
*[["Thanks again," you say softly.|Chap1C179]]<<set $LF to $LF + 1>>"Good," $l_they stares at you for a brief moment, gauging your sincerity. $l_They must have seen something $l_they likes because $l_their smile only grows wider. "I'm glad you can. I wouldn't like to fire you on your first day."
This strict side is new. A new side you never saw of $l_them. This isn't the plain and blunt kind of strict but the 'I smile but if you fuck up you're fired' way. While you're relieved to see your boss isn't a clown, you quickly realize that, even if $l_they gets along with you? It doesn't mean anything and won't change the fact that $l_they could fire you at any time.
"So... where do I start?" you tilt your head, curious.
"For your first task, I'll need you to go over my schedule for next week. Chelsea in HR has all the details." $l_They slides a folder across the desk with a wink. "Think you're up for it?"
You eye the folder, taking it. "Right, Chelsea..."
"Fifth floor, second door on your left." $l_They points to the ceiling while $l_they opens $l_their laptop with $l_their free hand. "She's easy to find."
You suck in a breath, acquiescing. And just like that, you leave $l_their office to take the elevator.
Stepping inside, you press the button for the 5th floor, Human Resources. As the elevator smoothly glides upward, you adjust your clothes and run through what you'll say to introduce yourself to Chelsea. You have no idea what 'she's easy to find' meant but you'll find out soon. Hopefully this Chelsea isn't too bad.
The doors open with a soft ding, revealing a spacious reception area tastefully decorated in sleek modern tones. Behind the polished granite counter sits a stern-faced woman typing away. Your anxiety rising. Well, it's now or never.
You approach nervously. Your presence doesn't seem to faze her because she ignores you or maybe she's too focus on your work. You want to think it's the latter. You have to clear your throat to catch her attention. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Chelsea in HR. I'm the new assistant for $namel Melth."
She regards you coolly over her thin framed glasses and you feel like you just spit in her coffee.
"Name?" she demands briskly, in a don't-waste-my-time tone.
You provide it, shifting under her laser-like gaze. Chelsea types for a moment, then nods curtly. "Take a seat. I'll call you back when I'm ready."
Sinking onto the plush couch, time crawls by waiting for your name to be called. Finally, Chelsea snaps "through here," gesturing to heavy wooden double doors behind her desk. You steel yourself and follow into the room.
You follow Chelsea through the polished wooden doors. Many small cubicle workspaces are separated by low walls, each one having a desk and computer for the HR employees to work at. The area is pretty busy right now with HR staff working at their cubicles, phones ringing throughout the room and people typing away on their computers, creating noise from all the activity.
Chelsea leads you to her spacious corner office, shutting the door firmly behind. Photo frames and toddler artwork on her tidy desk caught your attention, but you're fast to look away before she can catch you.
Her red hair pulled severely into a tight bun reveals freckled olive skin, laugh lines just starting at the corners of brown eyes. She's probably past 40, though she carries it well.
"Have a seat," she gestures curtly to a chair, sinking into her own with a tired exhale. Gone is her earlier stern facade, weariness seeping through instead.
Chelsea shuffles papers, avoiding your eyes. "So you're $namel's new assistant. I trust $l_they's warned you I run a tight ship?"
You nod. $l_They didn't but might as well say $l_they did and avoid any monologue. "Yes."
A wry smile teases, softening harsh features to leave place to something almost warm. She offers her hand, freckles coloring her olive skin. "Welcome aboard. Let's see about getting you oriented, shall we?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C180">><</button>>"<i>Try</i> your best?" $l_they echoes, staring at you for a brief moment. "It's not enough."
You blink at $l_their tone. This strict side is new. A new side you never saw of $l_them. This isn't the plain and blunt kind of strict but the 'I smile but if you fuck up you're fired' way. While you're relieved to see your boss isn't a clown, you quickly realize that, even if $l_they gets along with you? It doesn't mean anything and won't change the fact that $l_they could fire you at any time.
"I'll do my best," you correct yourself, at what $l_their smile widens in approval.
"Glad to hear it."
"So... where do I start?" you tilt your head, curious.
"For your first task, I'll need you to go over my schedule for next week. Chelsea in HR has all the details." $l_They slides a folder across the desk with a wink. "Think you're up for it?"
You eye the folder, taking it. "Right, Chelsea..."
"Fifth floor, second door on your left." $l_they points to the ceiling while $l_they opens $l_their laptop with $l_their free hand. "She's easy to find."
You suck in a breath, acquiescing. And just like that, you leave $l_their office to take the elevator.
Stepping inside, you press the button for the 5th floor, Human Resources. As the elevator smoothly glides upward, you adjust your clothes and run through what you'll say to introduce yourself to Chelsea. You have no idea what 'she's easy to find' meant but you'll find out soon. Hopefully this Chelsea isn't too bad.
The doors open with a soft ding, revealing a spacious reception area tastefully decorated in sleek modern tones. Behind the polished granite counter sits a stern-faced woman typing away. Your anxiety rising. Well, it's now or never.
You approach nervously. Your presence doesn't seem to faze her because she ignores you or maybe she's too focus on your work. You want to think it's the latter. You have to clear your throat to catch her attention. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Chelsea in HR. I'm the new assistant for $namel Melth."
She regards you coolly over her thin framed glasses and you feel like you just spit in her coffee.
"Name?" she demands briskly, in a don't-waste-my-time tone.
You provide it, shifting under her laser-like gaze. Chelsea types for a moment, then nods curtly. "Take a seat. I'll call you back when I'm ready."
Sinking onto the plush couch, time crawls by waiting for your name to be called. Finally, Chelsea snaps "through here," gesturing to heavy wooden double doors behind her desk. You steel yourself and follow into the room.
You follow Chelsea through the polished wooden doors. Many small cubicle workspaces are separated by low walls, each one having a desk and computer for the HR employees to work at. The area is pretty busy right now with HR staff working at their cubicles, phones ringing throughout the room and people typing away on their computers, creating noise from all the activity.
Chelsea leads you to her spacious corner office, shutting the door firmly behind. Photo frames and toddler artwork on her tidy desk caught your attention but you're fast to look away before she can catch you.
Her red hair pulled severely into a tight bun reveals freckled olive skin, laugh lines just starting at the corners of brown eyes. She's probably past 40, though she carries it well.
"Have a seat." she gestures curtly to a chair, sinking into her own with a tired exhale. Gone is her earlier stern facade, weariness seeping through instead.
Chelsea shuffles papers, avoiding your eyes. "So you're $namel's new assistant. I trust $l_they's warned you I run a tight ship?"
You nod. $l_They didn't but might as well say $l_they did and avoid any monologue. "Yes."
A wry smile teases, softening harsh features to leave place to something almost warm. She offers her hand, freckles coloring her olive skin. "Welcome aboard. Let's see about getting you oriented, shall we?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C180">><</button>>"You won't handle it because you need it, you'll handle it because you can," $namel tells you, $l_their tone shifting and expression turning more serious.
You blink at $l_their tone. This strict side is new. A new side you never saw of $l_them. This isn't the plain and blunt kind of strict but the 'I smile but if you fuck up you're fired' way. While you're relieved to see your boss isn't a clown, you quickly realize that, even if $l_they gets along with you? It doesn't mean anything and won't change the fact that $l_they could fire you at any time.
"Noted," you nod, at what, $l_their smile widens in approval.
"Glad to hear it."
"So... where do I start?" you tilt your head, curious.
"For your first task, I'll need you to go over my schedule for next week. Chelsea in HR has all the details." $l_They slides a folder across the desk with a wink. "Think you're up for it?"
You eye the folder, taking it. "Right, Chelsea..."
"Fifth floor, second door on your left." $l_they points to the ceiling while $l_they opens $l_their laptop with $l_their free hand. "She's easy to find."
You suck in a breath, acquiescing. And just like that, you leave $l_their office to take the elevator.
Stepping inside, you press the button for the 5th floor, Human Resources. As the elevator smoothly glides upward, you adjust your clothes and run through what you'll say to introduce yourself to Chelsea. You have no idea what 'she's easy to find' meant but you'll find out soon. Hopefully this Chelsea isn't too bad.
The doors open with a soft ding, revealing a spacious reception area tastefully decorated in sleek modern tones. Behind the polished granite counter sits a stern-faced woman typing away. Your anxiety rising. Well, it's now or never.
You approach nervously. Your presence doesn't seem to faze her because she ignores you or maybe she's too focus on your work. You want to think it's the latter. You have to clear your throat to catch her attention. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Chelsea in HR. I'm the new assistant for $namel Melth."
She regards you coolly over her thin framed glasses and you feel like you just spit in her coffee.
"Name?" she demands briskly, in a don't-waste-my-time tone.
You provide it, shifting under her laser-like gaze. Chelsea types for a moment, then nods curtly. "Take a seat. I'll call you back when I'm ready."
Sinking onto the plush couch, time crawls by waiting for your name to be called. Finally, Chelsea snaps "through here," gesturing to heavy wooden double doors behind her desk. You steel yourself and follow into the room.
You follow Chelsea through the polished wooden doors. Many small cubicle workspaces are separated by low walls, each one having a desk and computer for the HR employees to work at. The area is pretty busy right now with HR staff working at their cubicles, phones ringing throughout the room and people typing away on their computers, creating noise from all the activity.
Chelsea leads you to her spacious corner office, shutting the door firmly behind. Photo frames and toddler artwork on her tidy desk caught your attention but you're fast to look away before she can catch you.
Her red hair pulled severely into a tight bun reveals freckled olive skin, laugh lines just starting at the corners of brown eyes. She's probably past 40, though she carries it well.
"Have a seat." she gestures curtly to a chair, sinking into her own with a tired exhale. Gone is her earlier stern facade, weariness seeping through instead.
Chelsea shuffles papers, avoiding your eyes. "So you're $namel's new assistant. I trust $l_they's warned you I run a tight ship?"
You nod. $l_They didn't but might as well say $l_they did and avoid any monologue. "Yes."
A wry smile teases, softening harsh features to leave place to something almost warm. She offers her hand, freckles coloring her olive skin. "Welcome aboard. Let's see about getting you oriented, shall we?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C180">><</button>>$namel tilts $l_their head, observing you for a moment, gauging something in you. By the look of $l_their pensive look, $l_they didn't quite see what $l_they wanted. "Hopefully you won't mess up."
You blink at $l_their tone. This strict side is new. A new side you never saw of $l_them. This isn't the plain and blunt kind of strict but the 'I smile but if you fuck up you're fired' way. While you're relieved to see your boss isn't a clown, you quickly realize that, even if $l_they gets along with you? It doesn't mean anything and won't change the fact that $l_they could fire you at any time.
"I won't," you shake your head, at what, $l_their smile widens in approval.
"Glad to hear it."
"So... where do I start?" you tilt your head, curious.
"For your first task, I'll need you to go over my schedule for next week. Chelsea in HR has all the details." $l_They slides a folder across the desk with a wink. "Think you're up for it?"
You eye the folder, taking it. "Right, Chelsea..."
"Fifth floor, second door on your left." $l_they points to the ceiling while $l_they opens $l_their laptop with $l_their free hand. "She's easy to find."
You suck in a breath, acquiescing. And just like that, you leave $l_their office to take the elevator.
Stepping inside, you press the button for the 5th floor, Human Resources. As the elevator smoothly glides upward, you adjust your clothes and run through what you'll say to introduce yourself to Chelsea. You have no idea what 'she's easy to find' meant but you'll find out soon. Hopefully this Chelsea isn't too bad.
The doors open with a soft ding, revealing a spacious reception area tastefully decorated in sleek modern tones. Behind the polished granite counter sits a stern-faced woman typing away. Your anxiety rising. Well, it's now or never.
You approach nervously. Your presence doesn't seem to faze her because she ignores you or maybe she's too focus on your work. You want to think it's the latter. You have to clear your throat to catch her attention. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Chelsea in HR. I'm the new assistant for $namel Melth."
She regards you coolly over her thin framed glasses and you feel like you just spit in her coffee.
"Name?" she demands briskly, in a don't-waste-my-time tone.
You provide it, shifting under her laser-like gaze. Chelsea types for a moment, then nods curtly. "Take a seat. I'll call you back when I'm ready."
Sinking onto the plush couch, time crawls by waiting for your name to be called. Finally, Chelsea snaps "through here," gesturing to heavy wooden double doors behind her desk. You steel yourself and follow into the room.
You follow Chelsea through the polished wooden doors. Many small cubicle workspaces are separated by low walls, each one having a desk and computer for the HR employees to work at. The area is pretty busy right now with HR staff working at their cubicles, phones ringing throughout the room and people typing away on their computers, creating noise from all the activity.
Chelsea leads you to her spacious corner office, shutting the door firmly behind. Photo frames and toddler artwork on her tidy desk caught your attention but you're fast to look away before she can catch you.
Her red hair pulled severely into a tight bun reveals freckled olive skin, laugh lines just starting at the corners of brown eyes. She's probably past 40, though she carries it well.
"Have a seat." she gestures curtly to a chair, sinking into her own with a tired exhale. Gone is her earlier stern facade, weariness seeping through instead.
Chelsea shuffles papers, avoiding your eyes. "So you're $namel's new assistant. I trust $l_they's warned you I run a tight ship?"
You nod. $l_They didn't but might as well say $l_they did and avoid any monologue. "Yes."
A wry smile teases, softening harsh features to leave place to something almost warm. She offers her hand, freckles coloring her olive skin. "Welcome aboard. Let's see about getting you oriented, shall we?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C180">><</button>><<set $LF to $LF + 1>>"My pleasure, really," $l_their features soften, eyes crinkling. However, $l_their smile fades as quickly as it appeared to give way to something more serious. "Though I hope you'll take this job seriously."
You blink at $l_their tone. This strict side is new. A new side you never saw of $l_them. This isn't the plain and blunt kind of strict but the 'I smile but if you fuck up you're fired' way. While you're relieved to see your boss isn't a clown, you quickly realize that, even if $l_they gets along with you? It doesn't mean anything and won't change the fact that $l_they could fire you at any time.
"Of course I will," you smile, at what, $l_they smiles back in approval.
"Glad to hear it."
"So... where do I start?" you tilt your head, curious.
"For your first task, I'll need you to go over my schedule for next week. Chelsea in HR has all the details." $l_They slides a folder across the desk with a wink. "Think you're up for it?"
You eye the folder, taking it. "Right, Chelsea..."
"Fifth floor, second door on your left." $l_they points to the ceiling while $l_they opens $l_their laptop with $l_their free hand. "She's easy to find."
You suck in a breath, acquiescing. And just like that, you leave $l_their office to take the elevator.
Stepping inside, you press the button for the 5th floor, Human Resources. As the elevator smoothly glides upward, you adjust your clothes and run through what you'll say to introduce yourself to Chelsea. You have no idea what 'she's easy to find' meant but you'll find out soon. Hopefully this Chelsea isn't too bad.
The doors open with a soft ding, revealing a spacious reception area tastefully decorated in sleek modern tones. Behind the polished granite counter sits a stern-faced woman typing away. Your anxiety rising. Well, it's now or never.
You approach nervously. Your presence doesn't seem to faze her because she ignores you or maybe she's too focus on your work. You want to think it's the latter. You have to clear your throat to catch her attention. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Chelsea in HR. I'm the new assistant for $namel Melth."
She regards you coolly over her thin framed glasses and you feel like you just spit in her coffee.
"Name?" she demands briskly, in a don't-waste-my-time tone.
You provide it, shifting under her laser-like gaze. Chelsea types for a moment, then nods curtly. "Take a seat. I'll call you back when I'm ready."
Sinking onto the plush couch, time crawls by waiting for your name to be called. Finally, Chelsea snaps "through here," gesturing to heavy wooden double doors behind her desk. You steel yourself and follow into the room.
You follow Chelsea through the polished wooden doors. Many small cubicle workspaces are separated by low walls, each one having a desk and computer for the HR employees to work at. The area is pretty busy right now with HR staff working at their cubicles, phones ringing throughout the room and people typing away on their computers, creating noise from all the activity.
Chelsea leads you to her spacious corner office, shutting the door firmly behind. Photo frames and toddler artwork on her tidy desk caught your attention but you're fast to look away before she can catch you.
Her red hair pulled severely into a tight bun reveals freckled olive skin, laugh lines just starting at the corners of brown eyes. She's probably past 40, though she carries it well.
"Have a seat." she gestures curtly to a chair, sinking into her own with a tired exhale. Gone is her earlier stern facade, weariness seeping through instead.
Chelsea shuffles papers, avoiding your eyes. "So you're $namel's new assistant. I trust $l_they's warned you I run a tight ship?"
You nod. $l_They didn't but might as well say $l_they did and avoid any monologue. "Yes."
A wry smile teases, softening harsh features to leave place to something almost warm. She offers her hand, freckles coloring her olive skin. "Welcome aboard. Let's see about getting you oriented, shall we?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C180">><</button>><<set $dateothers to "no">>Athiel rolls $a_their eyes at your reply. "Of course you don't want to. It's not like you're actually trying to move on from dear $namee."
You shake your head, irritated. $a_They doesn't know what $a_they's talking about. You actually loved $namee while $a_they couldn't stand $a_their own $e_brother. "Look, I know you didn't like $namee, but you don't have to be rude about it. It hasn't even been that long."
"And whose fault is that?" Athiel leans forward, chin in hand. "Face it, you're just clinging to the memory of $e_them because you don't wanna be alone."
Your frustration grows fast at the accusation. "That's not true. I still love $e_them."
"Love, my ass. It's dependence, not love keeping you locked in the past." Athiel snorts but $e_they pauses when $e_they sees your expression. "Alright, I'll shut it just this time."
Gripping your drink tightly, you force a sigh to calm your nerves.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C20">><</button>><b>14:37
Melth Cosmetics Corporation - Fourth floor</b>
Hours spent staring at a computer screen while taking calls is more exhausting than you ever imagined. It’s only been one morning, yet you already feel like your eyes might pop out of their sockets or simply disintegrate from dryness. Your back hasn't started hurting yet, but you doubt you'll last more than a week before the pain sets in if you keep sitting in this chair for so long.
If it's going easy on your first day like $namel said, you're not eager to see how it'll be tomorrow.
Checking your watch, you press your lips together when you see what time it is.
Okay, maybe you forgot to eat something. Your stomach grumbles and you grimace. Maybe you should eat something.
A notification ping catches your attention as you glance at your phone on the desk. Leaning forward in your chair, you grab it and unlock the screen. It's a message from Ekissa.
<b><i>14:37
How's your first day going?</i></b>
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*[[You sigh before typing. "Horrible, I just wanna go home."|Chap1C181]]
*[[You hum, typing a simple. "Good."|Chap1C182]]
*[[Your eyes light up warmly, typing. "Better than I thought, thanks for asking."|Chap1C183]]
*[[You tilt your head with a shrug, typing. "Could be better but I'm not complaining."|Chap1C184]]
*[["Please bestie saaaaaave meeeee" you type back with a small chuckle.|Chap1C185]]<b><i>14:38
Already?! What's old $namel got you doing, scrubbing floors??</i></b>
You snort at the reply as $l_they sends another message.
<b><i>14:38
It's gonna be okay, don't worry<<if $JL >=3>>
Btw
Miss u<</if>>
</i></b><<if $JL >=3>>You stare at the message, your heart quickening. <</if>>You smile. Well, you can count on your best friend to cheer you up.
"Busy?" a voice inquires as footsteps approach. $namet emerges from the elevator and heads in your direction.
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*[[Your eyes light up as you smile at the CFO. "Not for you."|Chap1C186]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["You have no idea how glad I am to see something else than... a screen," you sigh in relief.|Chap1C187]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Hey there," you smile at the CFO. "I'm a bit busy but I'm sure I can spare you some time."|Chap1C188]]
*[["What do you think?" you quip.|Chap1C189]]
*[["Dying," you sigh dramatically.|Chap1C190]]
*[["Right now? Yes, unfortunately," you nod.|Chap1C191]]<b><i>14:38
"Good"? You kidding me?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>What?</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>I dunno, I expected something else than "Good"</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>Sorry to disappoint</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>lol nevermind, you doing good $name<<if $JL >=3>>
Btw
Miss u<</if>></i></b>
<<if $JL >=3>>You stare at the message, your heart quickening. <</if>>A small tired smile play on your lips. Well, you can count on your best friend to cheer you up.
"Busy?" a voice inquires as footsteps approach. $namet emerges from the elevator and heads in your direction.
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*[[Your eyes light up as you smile at the CFO. "Not for you."|Chap1C186]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["You have no idea how glad I am to see something else than... a screen," you sigh in relief.|Chap1C187]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Hey there," you smile at the CFO. "I'm a bit busy but I'm sure I can spare you some time."|Chap1C188]]
*[["What do you think?" you quip.|Chap1C189]]
*[["Dying," you sigh dramatically.|Chap1C190]]
*[["Right now? Yes, unfortunately," you nod.|Chap1C191]]<b><i>14:38
Ur welcome
Ur doing good $name</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>I try</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>Nah I know ur doin good<<if $JL >=3>>
Btw
Miss u<</if>></i></b>
<<if $JL >=3>>You stare at the message, your heart quickening. <</if>>A warm smile play on your lips. Well, you can count on your best friend to cheer you up.
"Busy?" a voice inquires as footsteps approach. $namet emerges from the elevator and heads in your direction.
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*[[Your eyes light up as you smile at the CFO. "Not for you."|Chap1C186]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["You have no idea how glad I am to see something else than... a screen," you sigh in relief.|Chap1C187]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Hey there," you smile at the CFO. "I'm a bit busy but I'm sure I can spare you some time."|Chap1C188]]
*[["What do you think?" you quip.|Chap1C189]]
*[["Dying," you sigh dramatically.|Chap1C190]]
*[["Right now? Yes, unfortunately," you nod.|Chap1C191]]<b><i>14:38
Heh I'm sure u doing okay</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>I dunno about that</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>Want me to cook u something to cheer u up when u come back?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>Nvm, I changed my mind
I'm feeling better now</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>Lol fuck u<<if $JL >=3>>
Btw
Miss u<</if>></i></b>
<<if $JL >=3>>You stare at the message, your heart quickening. <</if>>A small tired smile play on your lips. Well, you can count on your best friend to cheer you up.
"Busy?" a voice inquires as footsteps approach. $namet emerges from the elevator and heads in your direction.
----
*[[Your eyes light up as you smile at the CFO. "Not for you."|Chap1C186]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["You have no idea how glad I am to see something else than... a screen," you sigh in relief.|Chap1C187]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Hey there," you smile at the CFO. "I'm a bit busy but I'm sure I can spare you some time."|Chap1C188]]
*[["What do you think?" you quip.|Chap1C189]]
*[["Dying," you sigh dramatically.|Chap1C190]]
*[["Right now? Yes, unfortunately," you nod.|Chap1C191]]<b><i>14:38
That bad huh</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>U have no idea how much.......</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>Nah I know ur doin good, cheer up bestie<<if $JL >=3>>
Btw
Miss u
Just a lil bit<</if>></i></b>
<<if $JL >=3>>You stare at the message, your heart quickening. <</if>>Another soft laugh escape your lips. Well, you can count on your best friend to cheer you up.
"Busy?" a voice inquires as footsteps approach. $namet emerges from the elevator and heads in your direction.
----
*[[Your eyes light up as you smile at the CFO. "Not for you."|Chap1C186]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["You have no idea how glad I am to see something else than... a screen," you sigh in relief.|Chap1C187]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Hey there," you smile at the CFO. "I'm a bit busy but I'm sure I can spare you some time."|Chap1C188]]
*[["What do you think?" you quip.|Chap1C189]]
*[["Dying," you sigh dramatically.|Chap1C190]]
*[["Right now? Yes, unfortunately," you nod.|Chap1C191]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$t_Their stoic facade cracks the slightest bit, lips quirking in what passes for a grin from the reserved executive. "Getting settled in I see."
"Yeah, I feel right at home," you say, tilting your head to catch $t_their gaze, something you fail to do because $t_they's getting more and more good at avoiding your eyes.
That doesn't stop you to try every time, especially to see those gorgeous eyes.
"Lunchtime yet?" $t_They questions, dark gaze traveling over the paperwork stacked high. $namet knows well $t_their $l_father's demanding nature leaves little time to rest.
You grimace. $namet's rare smile widens, dimples showing up if only briefly. "Come. Cafeteria has salad if that suits."
You blink. No way. They have a cafeteria? Gathering your stuff, you follow $t_them to the elevators as $t_they pushes the button once you're inside.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C192">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$t_They studies you with $t_their dark, impassible eyes before looking away. "You look drained. Have you eaten yet today?"
You shake your head, a rueful grimace twisting your lips as your stomach lets out an audible growl. $t_They fights back a smile, dark gaze traveling over the paperwork stacked high. $namet knows well $t_their $l_father's demanding nature leaves little time to rest.
"Come, let's go to the cafeteria. Food and a change of scenery should help." $t_Their gaze softens almost imperceptibly.
You blink. No way. They have a cafeteria? Gathering your stuff, you follow $t_them to the elevators as $t_they pushes the button once you're inside. Stepping inside, you breathe a small sigh.
"Thanks, $namet. I appreciate you looking out for me." $t_Their answering nod is all the response needed.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C192">><</button>>$t_Their dark gaze travels over the paperwork stacked high as $t_they sighs. $namet knows well $t_their $l_father's demanding nature leaves little time to rest.
"You look worn out. Have you eaten yet today?" When you shake your head, your stomach makes a loud noise as you wrinkle your nose.
$namet raises an eyebrow, like $t_they knew that would happen.
"Come on, let's go to the cafeteria. Food and a change of place should help." $t_Their voice is soft. "Can't work for my $l_Dad if you get too tired."
You blink. No way. They have a cafeteria? Gathering your stuff, you follow $t_them to the elevators as $t_they pushes the button once you're inside.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C192">><</button>>Glancing at the messy piles of papers and folders on your desk, $namet eyes the clutter thoughtfully. "Seems my $l_dad had a lot of work for you."
"I feel like a hamster in a wheel," you wrinkle your nose as your stomach growls loudly.
$namet' lips twitch like $t_they's holding back a smile.
"Come, let's go to the cafeteria. Food and a change of place should help." $t_Their voice is soft. "Can't work for my $l_Dad if you get too tired."
You blink. No way. They have a cafeteria? Gathering your stuff, you follow $t_them to the elevators as $t_they pushes the button once you're inside.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C192">><</button>><<set $dateothers to "yes">>"Don't get me wrong, I'm only thinking of what's best for you," Athiel continues, a hint of sarcasm in $a_their tone. "Can't have you moping around forever bringing the whole place down."
You cock a brow. "This is my place last time I checked."
Athiel rolls $a_their eyes. "Details. Just saying, it would do you some good to get out more instead of feeling sorry for yourself. With a little luck, you might even learn to live a little again."
You don't answer.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C20">><</button>>$t_Their dark gaze travel over the paperwork stacked high as $t_they sighs. $namet knows well $t_their $l_father's demanding nature leaves little time to rest. $t_Their lips twitch at your comment, though. "You look worn out. Eat yet today?"
"I was too busy dying," you mutter, finishing one last task before you slouch in your chair. "I swear the first day is always a pain."
"It'll get better when you'll get the hang of it,” $t_they encourages you, tone softer. $t_They nods to the elevator. "Come, you should eat something. The cafeteria must have some good food for you to fuel."
You blink. No way. They have a cafeteria? Gathering your stuff, you follow $t_them to the elevators as $t_they pushes the button once you're inside.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C192">><</button>>$t_Their dark gaze travel over the paperwork stacked high as $t_they sighs. $namet knows well $t_their $l_father's demanding nature leaves little time to rest. "You look worn out. Eat yet today?"
"Didn't have time," you wave dismissively as you finish on last task before leaning back against your desk chair. "I wouldn't say no to some food though..."
"Come on, let's go to the cafeteria then. Food and a change of place should help." $t_their voice turns soft. "Can't work for my $l_Dad if you get too tired."
You blink. No way. They have a cafeteria? Gathering your stuff, you follow $t_them to the elevators as $t_they pushes the button once you're inside.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C192">><</button>><<set $Max to 0>><<set $Chelsea to 0>>As the elevator descends, the ding rings in the spacious cabin as doors slide open on the second floor. $namet leads the way down a hallway where chatter and clanging echoes. Pushing through double doors, you blink in surprise. This is no dingy office snack bar you thought you'd see, it's a full fucking service cafeteria.
Bright booths and chairs fill the spacious area. A salad bar displays fresh greens alongside hot meal stations. Is it like this in every company? Did you miss a page or are you on a completely different book?
Your stomach growls plaintively at the array of choices, your mouth salivating at the view of the delicious food. Getting in line, you peer around $namet's shoulder at specials written on a board. This is getting better and better, they got sushi, pizza, hamburgers, every type of salad you can think of, sea food.
This isn't a work building but a restaurant at this point.
You feel $namet's gaze on you, entertained by your reaction. $t_They grabs a tray. "My $l_father likes $l_their employees well fed."
One minute you're filling your tray with your preference, the other you're sliding into an empty booth at a corner of the room across from $namet, setting your tray down with a satisfied sigh.
As you dig in, $namet eats $t_their salmon with rice, humming. "How are you finding the job so far?"
Taking a bite of your food, you consider. "It's challenging, but I like the experience. Your $l_father keeps me busy though."
$namet nods knowingly.
"$l_They's...intense in $l_their work. It's probably the only place where $l_they's serious...." $t_they trails off, pursing $t_their lips. "...when $l_they doesn't try and flirt with the employees, that is. But the company is quite successful under $l_their leadership."
"And you?" you ask, taking another bite, chewing and swallowing before adding. "Being CFO and all."
$t_They tilts $t_their head here and there. "I'm professional."
You nod. Would be hard to think otherwise with this $t_man. You take another bite, looking around idly when you find Maxime, the receptionist who greeted you this morning. They stride in with fellow employees in tow.
Maxime breaks away from their group, making their way to your table with practiced grace. "Well, well, well, if it isn't our new assistant! Settling in alright?"
They don't wait for an answer, already sitting at your booth right next to $namet with a beaming smile, though it doesn't quite reach their eyes. "Hi $namet, how's our dear boss? I was hoping to catch $l_them today but haven't seen $l_them since this morning when $l_they arrived."
They chuckle, though you don't know where's the joke. $namet just raises an eyebrow at them, unimpressed.
"Something tells me you have another project to show $l_them," $t_they drawls, tone stern and distant.
You glance between them, a bit lost. $namet seems to catch your confused look because $t_they elaborates. " They're always coming up with 'innovative' projects, hoping to jump from receptionist to design director."
"Whaaaat?" Maxime gasps. "I'm just trying to improve the company's image."
"We already have people doing just that, Maxime," $namet points out, focusing back on $t_their food.
"But I could do better," they retort, puffing their chest and straightening their back. "I'm better."
"You don't have the degree or experience for that role." $namet shuts them down with a shake of $t_their head.
Maxime's eye twitches, but they plaster on another bright smile. "You don't either, and yet you're a wonderful CFO!"
Dead silence over here. You've been eating your food silently, not finding any place to join the conversation. You doubt it'd be a good idea to join right now anyway. You just got hired without a degree or experience yourself, might as well shut up.
The silence stretches as Maxime and $namet look at each other. Ever practical, $namet replies, "While passion is good, experience matters too. Focus on learning your current job before reaching for other roles you may not have the skills for yet."
You can see the mix of defiance and hurt in Maxime's eyes. They shake their head, a retort burning on the tip of their tongue, but they refrain as they sigh. "Will I always have to wait while less creative people get jobs over me just because they have the right degrees?"
Seeming tired of arguing, they force a bright smile. "But I get it. It's cool."
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*[["What's... your favorite color?" you try to light up the mood.|Chap1C193]]
*[["I mean, maybe if you work hard, it'll pay off?" you offer with an encouraging smile.|Chap1C194]]
*[["Why design director?" you inquire, genuinely curious.|Chap1C195]]
*[["You think they got fondant?" you murmur, peeking over your shoulder, hoping to spot the dessert you're craving.|Chap1C196]]
*[[You keep eating silently.|Chap1C197]]Both glance your way. Maxime speaking up with a forced light tone. "Blue, red, green, brown and pink."
Your brows shoot up in surprise. That's... a lot of colors. You part your lips to respond but they get up almost immediately. "Sorry, gotta go. I'm staaarved."
"Right," you smile at them, watching them rush out. Instead of heading toward the food court, they exit the cafeteria entirely. You clear your throat awkwardly, glancing at $namet who's finishing $t_their meal.
"They'll get over it," $t_they waves dismissively, taking a sip of $t_their drink. "It's always like this, they get upset and come back trying to convince us to make them Design Director."
"You're sure they'll be okay?" you murmur skeptically.
"Mh."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C198">><</button>>Their face lights up instantly, nearly blinding you with their grin. "I knew you'd get me! For years I've tried making them see how much I could bring to this company. You should've seen their ad design from five months ago – total disaster. They would've been lost without me, I helped so much during that rough patch and they fired the previous design director because honestly, he was so bad at it, I w–"
"Maxime," $namet pinches the bridge of $t_their nose, clearly sensing an oncoming headache. "Can you not?"
You laugh softly, giving Maxime's arm a gentle squeeze. "Maybe don't short-circuit your brain?"
Maxime smiles sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind their shoulder. "That was a bit too much?"
"A tiny bit," you admit.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C198">><</button>>"This is my fate," they answer without hesitation, their eyes sparking back to life. Maybe you shouldn't have asked that... "When I was a kid, I could spend hours drawing. Flowers, dragons, houses, clothes, insects, people, everything! Art is my life. Of course I tried being a painter but it didn't work out, you know why? Because my fate is to be the design director of this company! I've spent years studying everything about this field, everything about what a design director–"
"Maxime," $namet pinches the bridge of $t_their nose, clearly sensing an oncoming headache. "Can you not?"
You give them a wry smile. "Maybe don't short-circuit your brain?"
"Bottom line is, I knew this job was for me when I heard about it," they continue with a chuckle. "I'm stubborn and I know I'll have this position one day. I always get what I want."
Another weary sigh escapes $namet.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C198">><</button>>This isn't your business and right now, your sweet tooth is speaking louder than anything else. Both turn to look at you, and Maxime responds with a lighter tone, "You should check it out, they always have all kinds of desserts here."
You swallow, already tasting the sweet fondant in your mind. Before you can respond, they're already standing. "Sorry, gotta go. I'm staaarved."
"Right," you smile, watching them hurry away. Instead of heading to the food court, they exit the cafeteria entirely. You clear your throat awkwardly, glancing at $namet who's finishing $t_their meal.
"They'll get over it," $t_they waves dismissively, taking a sip of $t_their drink. "It's always like this, they get upset and come back trying to convince us to make them Design Director."
"You're sure they'll be okay?" you murmur skeptically.
"Mh."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C198">><</button>>They get up almost immediately. "Sorry, gotta go. I'm staaarved."
"Right," you smile, watching them hurry away. Instead of heading to the food court, they exit the cafeteria entirely. You clear your throat awkwardly, glancing at $namet who's finishing $t_their meal.
"They'll get over it," $t_they waves dismissively, taking a sip of $t_their drink. "It's always like this, they get upset and come back trying to convince us to make them Design Director."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C198">><</button>>When lunch break ends, $namet walks you back to the fourth floor, to your front desk.
"Hopefully you'll feel less tired now," $namet offers you a small smile before turning to leave.
<<if $TL >= 4>>"You're leaving already?" the words tumble out before you can stop them.
$t_They has work to do, probably more than you do. But you're not ready for this to end. Lunch flew by too quickly to really... connect with $t_them. You find yourself wanting more. More than just eating in near silence. More time to discuss both meaningful and meaningless things.
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*[["Ah– Nevermind, sorry," you backtrack with an awkward smile, already regretting opening your mouth.|Chap1C198T1]]
*[[This is a bad idea, this is not a good idea, this is a horrible idea. "You don't... wanna stay for a bit?"|Chap1C198T2]]
*[["I mean, at least give me a goodbye kiss." Gosh why did you say that?|Chap1C198T3]]
*[["You forgot my goodbye kiss," you tease, tapping your lower lip.|Chap1C198T4]]
*[["Don't work too hard, yeah?" you smile warmly.|Chap1C198T5]]<<else>>"I can do it," you whisper to yourself when $t_they's out of earshot.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C199">><</button>><</if>>$t_They freezes mid-step, $t_their back still turned to you. You can't see what kind of expression $t_they has right now. The urge to spin $t_them around just to see $t_their expression is almost overwhelming.
"I have work, and I don't have time to waste time," $t_they states bluntly, $t_their words cutting straight through you.
Right. You're at work, not hanging out. $t_They's maintaining professional boundaries, just like $t_they mentioned earlier. Still, the words sting more than they should, your stomach doing an uncomfortable flip. You shouldn't have said anything. Now $t_they'll think you're hitting on $t_them.
...You're not, right?
"But," that single word sparks hope. "If you want company again during lunch, I wouldn't mind."
Your shoulders relax instantly, a smile threatening to break free as $t_they heads toward the elevator. $t_They's gone before you can catch the small smile playing on $t_their lips.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C199">><</button>>$t_They freezes mid-step, $t_their back still turned to you. You can't see what kind of expression $t_they has right now. The urge to spin $t_them around just to see $l_their expression is almost overwhelming.
"Is it about work?" $t_they inquires, the words coming out like a warning.
You knew it was a bad idea. And you still asked. Grimacing, you shake your head, well aware of the fact $t_they can't see your face. "Not really."
"Then I'll have to decline," $t_they states and the disappointment on your features is hard to miss. You're thankful $t_they can't see it. "I have work."
"Of course," you mumble, fidgeting with a pencil on your desk. "Have a goo–"
"But if you want company again during lunch, I wouldn't mind." the stoic $t_man cuts you off.
$t_They doesn't wait for a response, $t_their footsteps echoing down the hallway as you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding. That's... good. Better than what you were expecting.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C199">><</button>>$t_They freezes mid-step, $t_their back still turned to you. You can't see what kind of expression $t_they has right now. The urge to spin $t_them around just to see $t_their expression is almost overwhelming. Or not. You sure as hell don't want to see the embarrassment <i>for you</i> on $t_their face because that's exactly the look you got on your face right now.
"A what?" $t_they inquires, tone painfully neutral. You can't see $t_their face and you can't even discern anything in $t_their voice.
"A kiss," you repeat , digging yourself deeper. Someone, anyone, have to save you right about now because you're really making a mess of this. "But that was a joke of course. I mean, we're colleagues not... anyway, don't work too hard and all that."
"Was it?"
You're growing more and more uncomfortable. "Was it what?"
Silence.
"Nothing," $t_they clears $t_their throat, resuming $t_their walk to the elevator.
You slump back in your chair, gently knocking your head against the headrest as you squeeze your eyes shut. God. So embarrassing. Never again. You'll <i>never</i> do that again.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C199">><</button>>$t_They freezes mid-step, $t_their back still turned to you. You can't see what kind of expression $t_they has right now. The urge to spin $t_them around just to see $t_their expression is almost overwhelming.
"Your what?" the words leave $t_their mouth like a warning.
Undeterred, you repeat in a husky voice. "My goodbye kiss."
Your eyes stay fixed on the back of $t_their head as you tilt yours, waiting for any reaction. And there it is. The tip of $t_their ears flush in a beautiful crimson.
"Don't wanna?" you push further, a smirk playing on your lips.
"I have work and I don't have time to waste time," $t_they replies in a matter-of-fact tone. "But I'll think about it."
$t_They strides away before you can respond, $t_their quick footsteps echoing down the hallway as you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You're feeling good, more than good. Because you didn't hear a no, but a 'I'll think about it', which is a good sign.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C199">><</button>>$t_They freezes mid-step, $t_their back still turned to you. You can't see what kind of expression $t_they has right now. The urge to spin $t_them around just to see $t_their expression is almost overwhelming.
"I'm sure I'll be fine," $t_they responds, $t_their voice unexpectedly gentle, the sound filling an emptiness in your heart you hadn't noticed before. "I hope you'll follow your own advice."
Your expression softens. "I will try."
"Good," $t_they nods.
$t_They leaves without waiting for a response, $t_their footsteps fading down the hallway as you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. This is... dangerous.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C199">><</button>><b>16:38
Melth Cosmetics Corporation - Fifth floor</b>
You exit the elevator onto the 5th floor. Fortunately, you finished your tasks before Chelsea could leave, so you can pick up your badge that's probably waiting on her desk. The HR department bustles with typical end-of-day energy as employees prepare to head home.
Making your way between cubicles, you spot Chelsea at her desk, focused on her sleek laptop. She looks up as you approach, her lips pursing into that subtle scowl you're getting familiar with.
"Back already?" Chelsea's strict tone from this morning returns, making you tense. You still get that feeling of being scolded every time she opens her mouth.
"Hey, Chelsea. You mentioned my employee badge would be ready around now," you reply, keeping your tone polite but curious. "So, here I am."
She rummages through a labeled cassette drawer, pulling out a plastic card holder.
"Here's your ID and keycard. Don't lose it, or you'll have to pay for a replacement." Her light brown eyes fix on you sternly over her glasses as she hands them over. "Any other questions before I lock up for the day?"
"No, I'm good," You shake your head, lifting the badge. "Thanks."
"Just doing my work," she responds simply.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C200">><</button>><<set $AF to 0>><<set $AL to 0>><<set $LF to 0>><<set $LL to 0>><<set $TF to 0>><<set $TL to 0>><<set $JF to 0>><<set $JL to 0>>Navigating through the small yet spacious shopping mall, the space is eerily quiet, there can't be more than fifteen people inside at most. It's rather calm and <i>very</i> empty today. <<cycle "$likecrowds" autoselect>><<option "Lucky you, you don't like crowds.">><<option "You don't mind crowds, though.">><</cycle>>
It's already been four hours since Athiel dragged you here and there, from store to store without waiting for an answer or anything at all from you except your presence, and even that seems to irk $a_them.
$a_They's the one who invited you, and $a_they's the one growing tired of you. Ironic, isn't it?
Your feet hurt. Your skin prickles with heat. Your throat feels parched. You wonder how $a_they can keep up without breaking a sweat in this heat.
Getting in yet another clothes store, you sink onto a small couch to wait for $a_them like you did the past six stores you went into. The air conditioning and the clean scent of the store earn a relieved sigh from deep within your chest, the bags at your feet.
"Black or red?"
You blink, looking up to see Athiel raising two... well, you're not entirely sure what that's supposed to be, crop tops? Sport bras? The shirts are exceptionally short. When $a_they turns those... things around, the shirts are not only short but backless with small yet long gold chains that are probably supposed to be draped across the bare back. Definitely eye-catching.
Your gaze travels to Athiel's current ensemble. $a_Their loose, satin-like blouse and matching trousers are pristine white. The deep V-neckline of $a_their blouse draws attention to $a_their collarbones and toned exposed body, you just have to tilt your head and you're sure you'll see more. People certainly tried during your little outing.
$a_Their shirt doesn't hide much. The clothes $a_they usually wears never hide much. It's either backless, open-fronted, short or sheer. You're sure $a_they and $namel would get along just fine with the kind of clothes they both wear.
It adds to their charm, you suppose. One bolder than the other one, that's for sure.
"The red would suit you perfectly," the salesman pipes up with a friendly smile.
$a_Their ocean eyes lock onto the man, eyeing him up and down as if he were an annoying insect beneath $a_their boots. Without a word $a_they turns $a_their attention back on you, blatantly ignoring whatever the man said.
Ouch. Must have stung his ego.
At $a_their dismissal, the salesman's smile falls as he looks away, clearing his throat awkwardly and acting like nothing happened.
Poor guy thought he had a chance with Athiel. Flattery will get him nowhere. Athiel doesn't like flattery, not from people $a_they doesn't fancy.
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*[["I don't know, I don't care," you answer Athiel with a scowl.|Chap1C3]]
*[["I don't know, red?" you shrug, not caring much to be honest.|Chap1C4]]
*[[You eye the crop top, before nodding to the black one. "The black one is better."|Chap1C5]]
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[["Can we just go home?" you sigh, too tired to humor him.|Chap1C6]]<<elseif $genderroa == "woman">>[["Can we just go home?" you sigh, too tired to humor her.|Chap1C6]]<</if>>
*[[You smile. "Both would look great on you."|Chap1C7]]"And Ekissa?" $a_they tilts $a_their head.
You blink at $a_them in confusion, wondering if $a_they's insinuating to date your best friend or if $a_they's talking about something totally different. "What about Ekissa?"
"Is $j_they going to stay at your place long?" $a_they clarifies, drumming $a_their fingers on the table. "It's been, what, a month already? Does $j_they have, you know, $j_their own place?"
"Yes, $j_they has $j_their own place, but why do you care all of a sudden?"
"I care because that $j_man makes sure to make me feel like shit every time we see each other in this house," Athiel crosses $a_their arms.
Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
A laugh escapes you before you can stop it. You can't control it, the laugh continues under Athiel's glare. You're crazy. This isn't even funny. And yet you laugh, passing a hand over your face as if $a_they just said the joke of the year. It's a tired laugh. A laugh that takes almost all your energy to just get it out.
You're so tired of this shit and at the same time, you find it even more funny. Maybe you just needed this. It's been a month since you laughed like this, uncontrollably. That feels weirdly nice.
"What's so funny?" $a_they says through gritted teeth.
Your shoulders shake before stilling as you let out a long, exhausted sigh. "Nothing, I guess."
"Then why are you laughing?"
<<if $subtle is 1>>"I mean," you shake your head with a shrug. "You weren't exactly a sweetheart either."<<else>>"Because usually <i>you</i>'re the one making sure everyone feels like shit every time," you snort with a shake of your head.<</if>>
"Well, not my fault you two act like drama queens," $a_they releases a frustrated breath.
You frown at $a_them. Again with the "drama queen" comment. Is that what you and Ekissa are? Is that really what Athiel thinks you are?
Ekissa is worrying about you, and you're heartbroken by $namee's... 'disappearance'. Is it what $a_they considers being a drama queen? Is it so difficult to understand what you're living through? What you're feeling?
Hearing Athiel's words, it's as if you're making a big deal out of it. $a_They's $namee's $a_brother and yet it's like $a_they's completely removed $a_themself from the situation.
As if it's only you living this nightmare.
But you don't care if $a_they thinks this way or that about you. Everyone grieves differently, and your way is definitely not like $a_theirs. You won't apologize for "acting like a drama queen". You didn't lose your fave toy, you lost <i>$namee</i>.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C21">><</button>><b>18:24
Somewhere in Willowgreen Park</b>
You've been sitting here for over an hour, on the same bench where you and $namee used to sit weeks ago. You're still questioning your decision to come here. Your gaze fixes on a point ahead, a tree. Just a big, boring tree. But it's not the tree that interests you, it's the memories this park holds. Or the memories of $namee. Or the memories of you both.
This time, though, it's not as painful as you expected. Sure, it felt strange at first when you found yourself here without really realizing it. Weird, difficult even, but not the crushing pain you anticipated. You doubt it's because you've moved on. Rather, you have this vague feeling it's mostly thanks to the people surrounding you, helping you through this. Just knowing you're not alone makes a difference.
You do feel lonely. But you're not truly alone, and that has to be enough for now. These past weeks have been... something. They've been trying. But the events helped you, maybe not in the best way, but they helped you forget. Just for moments. Just enough to let you breathe and think of something other than $namee.
Your heart still aches, though. For someone you'll have to accept is gone.
Your gaze drops to your ring as you smile, brushing the metal with your thumb. You're certain $e_they would've been the best <<if $genderroe == "man">>husband<<else>>wife<</if>> anyone could ask for.
Looking up, you freeze when you spot two familiar figures you recognize immediately. Juliet and her husband Kenal. They're holding hands, laughing at something Kenal said.
They look happy.
Their <<if $genderroe == "man">>son<<else>>daughter<</if>> died and they're here, wearing those happy smiles as if nothing happened. What the fuck is wrong with these people?
Your phone rings in your pocket. You let it ring, your gaze fixed on the elderly couple not far away. Your face twists in disgust. You know people don't grieve the same way. You know that, but seeing their happiness when $namee is <i>gone</i> feels wrong.
The caller is persistent. After the third call, you release a sharp breath of irritation as you pick up, only for the call to end abruptly. Frowning, you lower your phone to see two missed messages and four missed calls. The messages are from Chelsea, and the calls from Maxime.
You're not sure how they got your number. Chelsea makes sense- she helped with paperwork this morning. But Maxime? No idea.
Another message pings, this time from Maxime:
<b><i>18:25
Need help. Meet me at work asap if you can.</i></b>
Cocking a brow, you tap on your screen to check Chelsea's messages:
<b><i>18:22
Did you see any keys on your way out earlier? I can't find them.</i></b>
<b><i>18:24
Nevermind, don't worry. I'll find them myself.</i></b>
Well, one thing is clear, they both need your help.
----
*[[You call Chelsea.|Chap1C201CHEL]]
*[[You call Maxime.|Chap1C201MAX]]<b>18:50
Melth Cosmetics Corporation - Fifth floor</b>
"They were here earlier, I put my keys exactly here so I wouldn't lose them," Chelsea jabs her finger at a specific corner of her desk, frustration evident in her voice. "I always put them here. I don't understand how I could've lost them."
You scan the desk area. "They didn't fall somewhere?"
She gives you a look that could kill. "Do I look incompetent to you, assistant?"
"I just thought maybe you'd forget about it,” you shrug, crouching down to check underneath. "You never know."
"Did you steal them?"
Ah, there it is—the question you were waiting for. Being the last person in her office, obviously the blame falls on you on your first day. "Why would I steal your keys?"
"Oh, I don't know," she narrows her eyes, arms crossed over her chest defensively. "You wouldn't be the first to pull this sort of prank on me just because you find me too severe or whatever excuse people always have."
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*[["Hey!" you gasp in mock outrage light-heartedly. "How dare you?"|Chap1C200CH2]]
*[["I didn't steal your shit," you deadpan.|Chap1C200CH3]]
*[["Oh yeah, I stole your keys just to piss you off on my first day, I'm smart like that," you snort derisively.|Chap1C200CH4]]
*[["C'mon, don't be like that," you try to smile. "I'll help you find, so let's not fight, please."|Chap1C200CH5]]
*[["I came to help you, not argue," you state.|Chap1C200CH6]]
*[[You shrug. "If you wanna search my pockets, be my guest."|Chap1C200CH7]]She stares at you. You swear she's made of rock. Standing up, you raise your hands in surrender with a small chuckle. "You're not seriously thinking I stole your keys?"
"People are idiots sometimes," is all she answers.
"Lucky I'm not one of them," you retort lightly, searching her desk. "I'm sure your keys are safe somewhere in this office."
"Or maybe they're just in one of your pockets."
You shake your head, unfazed by her jabs as you look around. "We'll find them. Just not in my pocket."
It's only when she turns around that you see it, her key in her back pocket.
"Found it."
She faces you expectantly as she holds out a hand for you to hand them. You point your finger to her.
"What?" she frowns in confusion as she follows your direction.
"Your back pocket."
For a moment, confusion clouds her stern features. Then understanding dawns as her gaze follows your outstretched finger.
"My back pocket?" Chelsea repeats in disbelief, digging into the denim to retrieve the items. Sure enough, there they are.
A flush rises in her freckled cheeks, making the normally sharp woman appear nearly bashful, her cheeks nearly as crimson as her hair. "How...? I... I don't know what to say... That's embarrassing."
"Well, you could start with a thank you," you quirk your brows, adding. "And then apologize for doubting me."
Chelsea's flush deepens, though her brown eyes have lost their earlier glare of accusation.
"You're right, I owe you an apology," she admits begrudgingly, yet genuinely. "Thank you for coming back to help, even after my unjust suspicion. I clearly had a senior moment forgetting my own pocket. You could've ignored my message, but you didn't so thanks. I probably wasted your time."
A rueful smile tugs at her lips, softening her stern features. You sense this proud woman is definitely not used to show weakness or need help from others.
"Don't mention it," you wave dismissively a hand, your lips curling up. "I'm just glad you've found your keys so we can both head home after this long day."
Chelsea nods, gingerly retrieving the items as though still embarrassed.
She hesitates, brown eyes regarding you thoughtfully as she finally says. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot earlier. Thank you... I'll try not to accuse you next time. No promise, though."
The hint of teasing in her voice makes you snort with a shake of your head. "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Wait, I'll walk with you," she says, features softening as she nods to the door. "Let's go?"
You acquiesce, following her lead out of the HR floor. In the elevator, she pinches the bridge of her nose with a noise of frustration escaping her nose.
"Forgot something?" you ask, wondering if she always has her head in the clouds.
"Yeah," she sighs, pushing the button to the cafeteria. "My bag, I don't know what's happening to me tonight..."
You hum. "Let's just grab that bag before leaving then."
Descending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the woman beside you. "They lock the door after work?"
She waves a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, they don't."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing one hand, you reach for the handle and push it open.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C200CH8">><</button>><<set $Chelsea to $Chelsea + 1>>She blinks at you, her features unchanging but after a moment, she nods. "Then let's find it."
"Mh," you respond, her shoulders relax a tad as she resumes her research.
You get up to search on her desk. You rummage carefully through the papers and items on Chelsea's desk, carefully checking every nook and cranny. But the keys remain stubbornly missing.
Chelsea pauses, brow furrowed in concentration. "I... think I had them when I was on the phone earlier. I put them down to take some notes."
It's only when she turns around that you see it, her keys in her back pocket.
"Found it."
She faces you expectantly as she holds out a hand for you to hand them. You point your finger to her.
"What?" she frowns in confusion as she follows your direction.
"Your back pocket."
For a moment, confusion clouds her stern features. Then understanding dawns as her gaze follows your outstretched finger.
"My back pocket?" Chelsea repeats in disbelief, digging into the denim to retrieve the items. Sure enough, there they are.
A flush rises in her freckled cheeks, making the normally sharp woman appear nearly bashful, her cheeks nearly as crimson as her hair. "How...? I... I don't know what to say... That's embarrassing."
"Well, you could start with a thank you," you quirk your brows, adding. "And then apologize for doubting me."
Chelsea's flush deepens, though her brown eyes have lost their earlier glare of accusation.
"You're right, I owe you an apology," she admits begrudgingly, yet genuinely. "Thank you for coming back to help, even after my unjust suspicion. I clearly had a senior moment forgetting my own pocket. You could've ignored my message, but you didn't so thanks. I probably wasted your time."
A rueful smile tugs at her lips, softening her stern features. You sense this proud woman is definitely not used to show weakness or need help from others.
"Don't mention it," you wave dismissively a hand, your lips curling up. "I'm just glad you've found your keys so we can both head home after this long day."
Chelsea nods, gingerly retrieving the items as though still embarrassed.
She hesitates, brown eyes regarding you thoughtfully as she finally says. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot earlier. Thank you... I'll try not to accuse you next time. No promise, though."
The hint of teasing in her voice makes you snort with a shake of your head. "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Wait, I'll walk with you," she says, features softening as she nods to the door. "Let's go?"
You acquiesce, following her lead out of the HR floor. In the elevator, she pinches the bridge of her nose with a noise of frustration escaping her nose.
"Forgot something?" you ask, wondering if she always has her head in the clouds.
"Yeah," she sighs, pushing the button to the cafeteria. "My bag, I don't know what's happening to me tonight..."
You hum. "Let's just grab that bag before leaving then."
Descending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the woman beside you. "They lock the door after work?"
She waves a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, they don't."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing one hand, you reach for the handle and push it open.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C200CH8">><</button>>She stares at you, her features hardening. "Who knows? People are idiots."
"Are you calling me an idiot?" you ask, standing up to search on her desk but nothing.
"Not so idiot, after all," she deadpans.
You wonder why you came if it's for her to get all suspicious on you.
It's only when she turns around that you see it, her keys in her back pocket.
"Found it."
She faces you expectantly as she holds out a hand for you to hand them. You point your finger to her.
"What?" she frowns in confusion as she follows your direction.
"Your back pocket."
For a moment, confusion clouds her stern features. Then understanding dawns as her gaze follows your outstretched finger.
"My back pocket?" Chelsea repeats in disbelief, digging into the denim to retrieve the items. Sure enough, there they are.
A flush rises in her freckled cheeks, making the normally sharp woman appear nearly bashful, her cheeks nearly as crimson as her hair. "How...? I... I don't know what to say... That's embarrassing."
"Well, you could start with a thank you," you quirk your brows, adding. "And then apologize for doubting me."
Chelsea's flush deepens, though her brown eyes have lost their earlier glare of accusation.
"You're right, I owe you an apology," she admits begrudgingly, yet genuinely. "Thank you for coming back to help, even after my unjust suspicion. I clearly had a senior moment forgetting my own pocket. You could've ignored my message, but you didn't so thanks. I probably wasted your time."
A rueful smile tugs at her lips, softening her stern features. You sense this proud woman is definitely not used to show weakness or need help from others.
"Don't mention it," you wave dismissively a hand, your lips curling up. "I'm just glad you've found your keys so we can both head home after this long day."
Chelsea nods, gingerly retrieving the items as though still embarrassed.
She hesitates, brown eyes regarding you thoughtfully as she finally says. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot earlier. Thank you... I'll try not to accuse you next time. No promise, though."
The hint of teasing in her voice makes you snort with a shake of your head. "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Wait, I'll walk with you," she says, features softening as she nods to the door. "Let's go?"
You acquiesce, following her lead out of the HR floor. In the elevator, she pinches the bridge of her nose with a noise of frustration escaping her nose.
"Forgot something?" you ask, wondering if she always has her head in the clouds.
"Yeah," she sighs, pushing the button to the cafeteria. "My bag, I don't know what's happening to me tonight..."
You hum. "Let's just grab that bag before leaving then."
Descending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the woman beside you. "They lock the door after work?"
She waves a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, they don't."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing one hand, you reach for the handle and push it open.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C200CH8">><</button>>She stares at you. You swear she's made of rock. Standing up, you raise your hands in surrender with a grimace. "You're not seriously thinking I stole your keys? I promise I didn't, I have no reason to do that."
"People are idiots sometimes," is all she answers.
"But I'm not one of them," you answer gently. "I didn't steal your keys, I'm sure they're somewhere in this room."
"Or maybe they're just in one of your pockets."
It's only when she turns around that you see it, her keys in her back pocket.
"Found it."
She faces you expectantly as she holds out a hand for you to hand them. You point your finger to her.
"What?" she frowns in confusion as she follows your direction.
"Your back pocket."
For a moment, confusion clouds her stern features. Then understanding dawns as her gaze follows your outstretched finger.
"My back pocket?" Chelsea repeats in disbelief, digging into the denim to retrieve the items. Sure enough, there they are.
A flush rises in her freckled cheeks, making the normally sharp woman appear nearly bashful, her cheeks nearly as crimson as her hair. "How...? I... I don't know what to say... That's embarrassing."
"Well, you could start with a thank you," you quirk your brows, adding. "And then apologize for doubting me."
Chelsea's flush deepens, though her brown eyes have lost their earlier glare of accusation.
"You're right, I owe you an apology," she admits begrudgingly, yet genuinely. "Thank you for coming back to help, even after my unjust suspicion. I clearly had a senior moment forgetting my own pocket. You could've ignored my message, but you didn't so thanks. I probably wasted your time."
A rueful smile tugs at her lips, softening her stern features. You sense this proud woman is definitely not used to show weakness or need help from others.
"Don't mention it," you wave dismissively a hand, your lips curling up. "I'm just glad you've found your keys so we can both head home after this long day."
Chelsea nods, gingerly retrieving the items as though still embarrassed.
She hesitates, brown eyes regarding you thoughtfully as she finally says. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot earlier. Thank you... I'll try not to accuse you next time. No promise, though."
The hint of teasing in her voice makes you snort with a shake of your head. "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Wait, I'll walk with you," she says, features softening as she nods to the door. "Let's go?"
You acquiesce, following her lead out of the HR floor. In the elevator, she pinches the bridge of her nose with a noise of frustration escaping her nose.
"Forgot something?" you ask, wondering if she always has her head in the clouds.
"Yeah," she sighs, pushing the button to the cafeteria. "My bag, I don't know what's happening to me tonight..."
You hum. "Let's just grab that bag before leaving then."
Descending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the woman beside you. "They lock the door after work?"
She waves a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, they don't."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing one hand, you reach for the handle and push it open.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C200CH8">><</button>><<set $Chelsea to $Chelsea + 1>>She blinks at you, her features unchanging as you stand up to search on her desk, finding nothing. "... Let's find them."
"Mh," you answer noncommittally. You rummage carefully through the papers and items on Chelsea's desk, carefully checking every nook and cranny. But the keys remain stubbornly missing.
Chelsea purses her lips, brow furrowed in concentration as she gestures emphatically to the empty spot where the keys are supposed to be, frustration bleeding into her tone. "I put them right here on the corner of my desk before I left for that meeting earlier."
It's only when she turns around that you see it, her keys in her back pocket.
"Found it."
She faces you expectantly as she holds out a hand for you to hand them. You point your finger to her.
"What?" she frowns in confusion as she follows your direction.
"Your back pocket."
For a moment, confusion clouds her stern features. Then understanding dawns as her gaze follows your outstretched finger.
"My back pocket?" Chelsea repeats in disbelief, digging into the denim to retrieve the items. Sure enough, there they are.
A flush rises in her freckled cheeks, making the normally sharp woman appear nearly bashful, her cheeks nearly as crimson as her hair. "How...? I... I don't know what to say... That's embarrassing."
"Well, you could start with a thank you," you quirk your brows, adding. "And then apologize for doubting me."
Chelsea's flush deepens, though her brown eyes have lost their earlier glare of accusation.
"You're right, I owe you an apology," she admits begrudgingly, yet genuinely. "Thank you for coming back to help, even after my unjust suspicion. I clearly had a senior moment forgetting my own pocket. You could've ignored my message, but you didn't so thanks. I probably wasted your time."
A rueful smile tugs at her lips, softening her stern features. You sense this proud woman is definitely not used to show weakness or need help from others.
"Don't mention it," you wave dismissively a hand, your lips curling up. "I'm just glad you've found your keys so we can both head home after this long day."
Chelsea nods, gingerly retrieving the items as though still embarrassed.
She hesitates, brown eyes regarding you thoughtfully as she finally says. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot earlier. Thank you... I'll try not to accuse you next time. No promise, though."
The hint of teasing in her voice makes you snort with a shake of your head. "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Wait, I'll walk with you," she says, features softening as she nods to the door. "Let's go?"
You acquiesce, following her lead out of the HR floor. In the elevator, she pinches the bridge of her nose with a noise of frustration escaping her nose.
"Forgot something?" you ask, wondering if she always has her head in the clouds.
"Yeah," she sighs, pushing the button to the cafeteria. "My bag, I don't know what's happening to me tonight..."
You hum. "Let's just grab that bag before leaving then."
Descending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the woman beside you. "They lock the door after work?"
She waves a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, they don't."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing one hand, you reach for the handle and push it open.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C200CH8">><</button>>She stares at you as you stand up to search on her desk to find nothing. "I could."
"Then do it," you snort.
"Maybe you're hiding them."
You cock a brow at her. "So search my pockets if you're so worried."
"I'm not..." she sighs, but says nothing else. "Let's just find my keys."
It's only when she turns around that you see it, her keys in her back pocket.
"Found it."
She faces you expectantly as she holds out a hand for you to hand them. You point your finger to her.
"What?" she frowns in confusion as she follows your direction.
"Your back pocket."
For a moment, confusion clouds her stern features. Then understanding dawns as her gaze follows your outstretched finger.
"My back pocket?" Chelsea repeats in disbelief, digging into the denim to retrieve the items. Sure enough, there they are.
A flush rises in her freckled cheeks, making the normally sharp woman appear nearly bashful, her cheeks nearly as crimson as her hair. "How...? I... I don't know what to say... That's embarrassing."
"Well, you could start with a thank you," you quirk your brows, adding. "And then apologize for doubting me."
Chelsea's flush deepens, though her brown eyes have lost their earlier glare of accusation.
"You're right, I owe you an apology," she admits begrudgingly, yet genuinely. "Thank you for coming back to help, even after my unjust suspicion. I clearly had a senior moment forgetting my own pocket. You could've ignored my message, but you didn't so thanks. I probably wasted your time."
A rueful smile tugs at her lips, softening her stern features. You sense this proud woman is definitely not used to show weakness or need help from others.
"Don't mention it," you wave dismissively a hand, your lips curling up. "I'm just glad you've found your keys so we can both head home after this long day."
Chelsea nods, gingerly retrieving the items as though still embarrassed.
She hesitates, brown eyes regarding you thoughtfully as she finally says. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot earlier. Thank you... I'll try not to accuse you next time. No promise, though."
The hint of teasing in her voice makes you snort with a shake of your head. "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Wait, I'll walk with you," she says, features softening as she nods to the door. "Let's go?"
You acquiesce, following her lead out of the HR floor. In the elevator, she pinches the bridge of her nose with a noise of frustration escaping her nose.
"Forgot something?" you ask, wondering if she always has her head in the clouds.
"Yeah," she sighs, pushing the button to the cafeteria. "My bag, I don't know what's happening to me tonight..."
You hum. "Let's just grab that bag before leaving then."
Descending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the woman beside you. "They lock the door after work?"
She waves a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, they don't."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing one hand, you reach for the handle and push it open.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C200CH8">><</button>><<set $artskills to "notset">>"Welcome to Melth Cosmetics Corporation!" the collective shout fills the room as confetti explodes into the air, creating a shower of colors.
You glance around the decorated cafeteria, taking in the smiling faces of your welcoming coworkers, the festive balloons and streamers elegantly arranged. All of this clearly took time, and seeing so many people to make a welcome party for you is... surprising but not unwelcoming.
You blink, watching as Chelsea strides ahead with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips before joining the others in their applause.
<<if $likecrowds == "no">>There's so many people. Too many for your comfort. You feel like one more person would turn this into a sardine can, everyone practically squished together from lack of space. You've never been fond of crowds, and today isn't going to change that. Still, you manage an awkward smile. It's the thought that counts, as they say.<<else>>There's so many people packed inside, you can't help but wonder how they managed to fit everyone into one room. The silver lining is that at least the cafeteria is spacious enough that people aren't completely pressed against each other. You're suddenly grateful for your tolerance of crowds. A genuine smile spreads across your face.<</if>>
<<if $LL >= 6>>When you stepped through the cafeteria doors, the last thing you expected was to be greeted by a deafening cheer of "Welcome!" Confetti bursting through the air, momentarily blinding you to the scene.
As the paper starts to drift down like shimmering snow, your eyes are instantly, almost magnetically, drawn to one particular person. There $l_they stands, arms outstretched in the center of it all, $namel Melth, the charismatic CEO beaming brighter than the confetti itself.
$l_Their gray eyes sparkle with mischief even from this distance, crinkling warmly at the edges in a way that sends butterflies dancing in your stomach. It's like you keep forgetting just how breathtaking this $l_man is, only to be struck by it all over again every time you see $l_them
When $l_they catches your gaze, greeting you with that devastatingly dazzling smile of his, you feel suddenly overwhelmed by $l_their presence. All around you people are celebrating, yet in that moment the world seems to narrow exclusively to $l_them, $l_their dimpled smile making everything else fade into background noise.<<elseif $TL >= 6>>When you stepped through the cafeteria doors, the last thing you expected was to be greeted by a deafening cheer of "Welcome!" Confetti bursting through the air, momentarily blinding you to the scene.
As the paper starts to drift down like shimmering snow, your eyes search for a certain person. There $t_they is, $namet Melth in all $t_their stoic glory. $t_Their dark brows are furrowed slightly, $t_their frame rigid with discomfort, clearly feeling out of place in the cheerful chaos but staying anyway.
When those piercing black eyes meet yours across the room, your stomach does a dangerous flip. This feeling, this magnetic pull drawing you to $t_them like moths to a flame, it's dangerous. The way $t_they holds your gaze, intense and unwavering despite the celebration around $t_them, makes you realize just how risky these feelings are becoming. Risky for you. And risky for your heart.
<</if>>"Good job, Chelsea," $namel praises the woman whose smile widens just a fraction.
Wait. You frown. Why is $l_they praising her? Did you miss something there?
"Good job?" you echo, shifting your gaze between $namel, $namet and Chelsea while other co-workers continue congratulating you.
$namet nods. "We asked her to bring you back and distract you while we finished the preparations here."
"I didn't lose my keys," the elder woman adds, hands planted on her hips with what you think is supposed to be a grin, but looks more like a murderous smile.
"Oh, so that was just you distracting me?" you hum with a slow nod, realization dawning on you.
Damn. She's... pretty good at acting, you'll give her that. The irritation, the suspicion, the blush, the bashful smile, the <i>apologies</i>. You definitely fell for her act without seeing through it at all.
Maybe you should be more careful around her, especially now that you know how well she can play you if she wants to.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C202">><</button>><<set $routechel to "yes">><<set $routemax to "no">>You tap Chelsea's number and call, pressing your phone against your ear as you wait. And wait. Oh, and wait some more. Double-checking the number, you call again. Waiting three rings before she finally answers.
"Yes," you hear her say coolly.
"Chelsea?"
"Yes," she repeats.
"You needed help?"
Silence. Then, reluctantly.
"...Yes." she confesses begrudgingly.
"Want me to come back to work?"
"That'd be... nice of you," Chelsea murmurs, the words sounding too painful to leave her mouth. "You're not busy, I hope?"
You glance around the park as you get up with a wry smile. "I wasn't. Not really."
"Not really? That's not a definitive no."
"I'll be there in twenty."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C200CH1">><</button>><b>18:50
Melth Cosmetics Corporation - Reception</b>
Stepping through the sliding glass doors of the building, you find the receptionist intensely focused on their keyboard, their face instantly brightening when they spot you.
"So you did come," they grin, pushing their chair back and rolling it toward one of the cabinets behind them with practiced ease.
After rummaging through a drawer, they pull out a thick folder and place it on their desk for you to take. "I don't think I'm any good with–"
"I need your opinion on the design for our new beauty products, specifically the lipstick line we're releasing soon," they pat the folder enthusiastically. "These are my twelve drafts for the design, marketing strategy, and packaging concepts."
You take the offered folder to open it, brows furrowed. You're not sure it's your place to make these decisions or even Maxime's place, for that matter. But something tells you they don't care. They're ambitious and stubborn like that.
"I'm not sure it's my role to provide feedback on product design and marketing," you say hesitantly, trying to be as much professional as you can without being too... rude. Being newly hired, getting fired for overstepping boundaries isn't exactly on your to-do list.
Flipping open the folder to skim the contents. You venture tentatively. "Isn't that more of a job for the marketing team or brand managers?"
"Or design director," the receptionist waves a hand dismissively, leaning back in their chair. "Eh, they're all too stuffy and set in their ways. I want a fresh perspective, I want someone who isn't afraid to think outside the box." Their eyes gleam with barely contained ambition. "And a person who won't tell me I'm not qualified to do better than our current design director."
"Come on, take a look. I really wanna hear your opinion!" they cajole, putting on their most charming smile. "What do you think of this lipstick packaging design? I was going for something bold and eye-catching. That's what we need for this company, that's what would make us stand out for sure. Not the boring and minimalist thing they proposed last week."
Despite your initial reservations, you find yourself curious. They're a good seller, you'll give them that. Clearly Maxime has big aspirations and projects beyond their current role. Glancing down at the design mockups, you narrow your eyes in concentration.
"Well, the color scheme is... good?" you muse aloud, tapping your chin, you offer, "Maybe you could soften the edges a bit, make it feel a touch more luxurious and premium?"
----
*[[In all honesty, you don't know what you're saying. Never been good at all that art and stuff.|Chap1C201M2]]
*[[You’ve always been rather good in this kind of thing.|Chap1C201M3]]"Welcome to Melth Cosmetics Company!" everyone shouts, confetti bursting forth and flying in the large space.
You glance around the decorated cafeteria, taking in the smiling faces of your welcoming coworkers, the festive balloons and streamers elegantly arranged. All of this clearly took time, and seeing so many people to make a welcome party for you is... surprising but not unwelcoming.
You blink. Look at Maxime who walk ahead with a grin on their lips and join the other to applaud you. <<if $likecrowds == "no">>There's so many people. Too many for your comfort. You feel like one more person would turn this into a sardine can, everyone practically squished together from lack of space. You've never been fond of crowds, and today isn't going to change that. Still, you manage an awkward smile. It's the thought that counts, as they say.<<else>>There's so many people packed inside, you can't help but wonder how they managed to fit everyone into one room. The silver lining is that at least the cafeteria is spacious enough that people aren't completely pressed against each other. You're suddenly grateful for your tolerance of crowds. A genuine smile spreads across your face.<</if>>
<<if $LL >= 6>>When you stepped through the cafeteria doors, the last thing you expected was to be greeted by a deafening cheer of "Welcome!" Confetti bursting through the air, momentarily blinding you to the scene.
As the paper starts to drift down like shimmering snow, your eyes are instantly, almost magnetically, drawn to one particular person. There $l_they stands, arms outstretched in the center of it all, $namel Melth, the charismatic CEO beaming brighter than the confetti itself.
$l_Their gray eyes sparkle with mischief even from this distance, crinkling warmly at the edges in a way that sends butterflies dancing in your stomach. It's like you keep forgetting just how breathtaking this $l_man is, only to be struck by it all over again every time you see $l_them
When $l_they catches your gaze, greeting you with that devastatingly dazzling smile of his, you feel suddenly overwhelmed by $l_their presence. All around you people are celebrating, yet in that moment the world seems to narrow exclusively to $l_them, $l_their dimpled smile making everything else fade into background noise.<<elseif $TL >= 6>>When you stepped through the cafeteria doors, the last thing you expected was to be greeted by a deafening cheer of "Welcome!" Confetti bursting through the air, momentarily blinding you to the scene.
As the paper starts to drift down like shimmering snow, your eyes search for a certain person. There $t_they is, $namet Melth in all $t_their stoic glory. $t_Their dark brows are furrowed slightly, $t_their frame rigid with discomfort, clearly feeling out of place in the cheerful chaos but staying anyway.
When those piercing black eyes meet yours across the room, your stomach does a dangerous flip. This feeling, this magnetic pull drawing you to $t_them like moths to a flame, it's dangerous. The way $t_they holds your gaze, intense and unwavering despite the celebration around $t_them, makes you realize just how risky these feelings are becoming. Risky for you. And risky for your heart.
<</if>>"Good job, Maxime," $namel praise Maxime whose smile widens.
"How was I?" they ask with a smug grin. "So? You're gonna consider my offer about–"
"Nope," the old $l_man cuts them off with a sweet smile in their direction.
Wait. You frown. Why is $l_they praising them? Did you miss something there?
"Good job?" you echo, shifting your gaze between $namel, $namet and Maxime while other co-workers continue congratulating you.
$namet nods. "We asked them to bring you back and distract you while we finished the preparations here."
"I knew my acting skills were good, but not this good," they lift their chin with pride.
"Oh so that was just you distracting me?" you hum with a slow nod, realization dawning on you.
Damn. They're... pretty good at acting, you'll give them that. But something tells you they weren't completely acting earlier, they were too insistent to be just an act. The frustration, the hope, the insistence, everything seemed a bit too real.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C202">><</button>><<set $artskills to "bad">>You're completely bullshitting your way through this. You have the basics thanks to Ekissa, but, really, all this stuff is beyond you. Ekissa always uses words like these when $j_they shows you $j_their paintings, drawings, or anything art-related. Might as well put that knowledge to good use.
Maxime nods enthusiastically, practically bouncing in their chair. Their eyes shine with excitement at your feedback. "Yes, yes! I was thinking the same thing. Hmm, maybe add some metallic accents?"
You can't help but smile at their passion as you glance back at the folder. "Okay, let's take a closer look..."
You find yourself getting drawn into the receptionist's ambitious project<<if $artskills == "bad">>, though you don't even understand why, you're about as helpful as someone who's been laying bricks their whole life<</if>>. Their ambition is contagious, that's for sure.
Tapping a finger against the glossy packaging prototype. "What if you add some subtle patterns or textures to the packaging? That could add an extra touch of sophistication or something."
Maxime's eyes light up, a delighted grin spreading across their face. "Ooh, I love that idea!"
They quickly jot down notes, already brimming with new concepts.
"You know, you really have an amazing eye for this kind of thing." They shoot you an impressed look. "Have you ever considered a career in marketing or product design?"
<<if $artskills == "bad">>You snort, that's probably the most funny thing someone ever told you. You? In a career that touches art? Might as well start painting and sell your awesome work. Ekissa would be shocked at the simple idea of you touching a paintbrush. All you said who rang artistic? That was pure luck. And you did use Ekissa's words so not really yours.
"Nah, I'm not good at it."
<<else>>You shake your head. "Nah, I'm good as assistant."<</if>>
The receptionist waves a hand dismissively. "Pfft, you've got a great creative instinct. I bet you could do so much more here than just fetch coffee and schedule meetings."
You do <i>not</i> fetch coffee, tho.
Leaning in conspiratorially, they lower their voice. "You know, I've been trying to get my foot in the door with the marketing team for ages. If you could, I dunno, put in a good word for me, maybe we could team up on this project."
The eager, hopeful look they flash you makes you frown slightly. Oh wow. And here you thought they just wanted your opinion. Seems like it was just for something much more ambitious. Is that why they agreed so fast to your ideas? To get you in their pockets and then try to dissuade you to have what they want so they can finally be the design director they always wanted to be.
They don't even let you answer.
"You're the best! I knew I could count on you." Maxime beams, practically bouncing in their seat. Clasping your hand gratefully, they add, "Just leave the rest to me. I'll make sure this lipstick is a smash hit!"
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*[["I didn't say yes," you remind them sternly.|Chap1C201M4]]
*[["No no," you huff a mirthless laugh. "You've got it all wrong, I'm not doing that."|Chap1C201M5]]
*[["You're using me?" you ask, frown deepening in hurt and disappointment.|Chap1C201M6]]
*[["And here I thought you started to like me," you try to offer them a friendly grin.|Chap1C201M7]]
*[["Is that how you make friends?" you tilt your head. "By using them?"|Chap1C201M8]]
*[["Maxime," you say gently. "While I do see that you got talent, I can't do this."|Chap1C201M9]]<<set $artskills to "good">>Maybe what you're saying isn't exactly what they're looking for, you never formally studied design or anything like that. But people have always said you have a good eye for these things. That's why Ekissa often asks for your opinion, saying you have "the mind of an artist." What does that mean? Who knows.
Maxime nods enthusiastically, practically bouncing in their chair. Their eyes shine with excitement at your feedback. "Yes, yes! I was thinking the same thing. Hmm, maybe add some metallic accents?"
You can't help but smile at their passion as you glance back at the folder. "Okay, let's take a closer look..."
You find yourself getting drawn into the receptionist's ambitious project<<if $artskills == "bad">>, though you don't even understand why, you're about as helpful as someone who's been laying bricks their whole life<</if>>. Their ambition is contagious, that's for sure.
Tapping a finger against the glossy packaging prototype. "What if you add some subtle patterns or textures to the packaging? That could add an extra touch of sophistication or something."
Maxime's eyes light up, a delighted grin spreading across their face. "Ooh, I love that idea!"
They quickly jot down notes, already brimming with new concepts.
"You know, you really have an amazing eye for this kind of thing." They shoot you an impressed look. "Have you ever considered a career in marketing or product design?"
<<if $artskills == "bad">>You snort, that's probably the most funny thing someone ever told you. You? In a career that touch art? Might as well starting painting and sell your awesome work. Ekissa would be shocked at the simple idea of you touching a paintbrush. All you said who rang artistic? That was pure luck. And you did use Ekissa's words so not really yours.
"Nah, I'm not good at it."<<else>>You shake your head. "Nah, I'm good as an assistant."<</if>>
The receptionist waves a hand dismissively. "Pfft, you've got a great creative instinct. I bet you could do so much more here than just fetch coffee and schedule meetings."
You do <i>not</i> fetch coffee, tho.
Leaning in conspiratorially, they lower their voice. "You know, I've been trying to get my foot in the door with the marketing team for ages. If you could, I dunno, put in a good word for me, maybe we could team up on this project."
The eager, hopeful look they flash you makes you frown slightly. Oh wow. And here you thought they just wanted your opinion. Seems like it was just for something much more ambitious. Is that why they agreed so fast to your ideas? To get you in their pockets and then try to dissuade you to have what they want so they can finally be the design director they always wanted to be.
They don't even let you answer.
"You're the best! I knew I could count on you." Maxime beams, practically bouncing in their seat. Clasping your hand gratefully, they add, "Just leave the rest to me. I'll make sure this lipstick is a smash hit!"
----
*[["I didn't say yes," you remind them sternly.|Chap1C201M4]]
*[["No no," you huff a mirthless laugh. "You've got it all wrong, I'm not doing that."|Chap1C201M5]]
*[["You're using me?" you ask, frown deepening in hurt and disappointment.|Chap1C201M6]]
*[["And here I thought you started to like me," you try to offer them a friendly grin.|Chap1C201M7]]
*[["Is that how you make friends?" you tilt your head. "By using them?"|Chap1C201M8]]
*[["Maxime," you say gently. "While I do see that you got talent, I can't do this."|Chap1C201M9]]"I'm not qualified to put in a good word for you with the marketing team and I won't," you say pulling away your hand from their grasp, leveling them with narrowed eyes. "And I certainly don't fetch coffee. I was hired as Mr. Melth's personal assistant. In case you didn't know, assistants aren't errand boys running around with folders against their chest and serving coffee to their boss whenever they demand it."
You'd think they'd understand. You'd think they'd feel at least ashamed by how obviously they're trying to use you. However, the eager gleam in their eyes doesn't waver one bit as they lean in closer.
"Oh c'mon, you've got to have some pull around here," they insist in a hushed voice. "I've been dying for a chance to show what I can do. This lipstick design could be my big break!"
Your eye twitches, frustration growing. You keep yourself and check, keeping the fucking professional act before you lose it and lose your job for strangling one of $namel's employees. "Look, I understand you want to move up, but I don't think it's appropriate for me to interfere in departmental matters, especially on my first day."
Holding up a hand before they can insist again, you continue, "I'd be happy to provide my honest feedback, but the decision should be theirs, not mine."
The receptionist's face falls slightly, shoulders slumping.
"I...I guess you're right." Letting out a resigned sigh, they nod. "Alright, I'll give it a shot and show them my work. Hopefully they'll at least hear me out this time."
You nod, satisfied by the outcome. They're not as heartless as you thought they'd be. They're still a lot more ambitious than you imagined, tho.
With a newfound determination in their eyes, Maxime nods.
"Thanks, $name. I really appreciate you taking the time to look this over." Gathering the folder, they add, "I'll be sure to keep you posted on how it goes."
You shove your hands in your pockets. "Anyway, did you call for this? Or you need me for something else?"
"Mh?" they blink at you before they add. "Aaaah, right. I forgot. Mind following me?"
"Following you?" you echo their words in confusion. "And where do you plan to take me?"
"I just need your opinion about another thing, I promise it won't take too long," they exclaim lightly as they get up from their chair and show the elevator with a hand.
"Are you gonna try again and–"
"Not this time, no," they reassure you with a sheepish smile. They lead the way. "C'mon."
Entering the elevator, they push the button of the second floor as you tilt your head. The cafeteria, huh... No idea why they want your opinion in a cafeteria but oh well. Ascending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the receptionist. "They lock the door after work?"
They wave a hand dismissively. "Eh, don't worry, they don't. And even if they do, I got the spare keys."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing a hand, you open the door.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C201M10">><</button>>You shake your head firmly, disentangling your hand from Maxime's eager grasp. "I can't do that. I'm not going to try to influence the marketing team for you. You can smile and try to sweet-talk to me all you want, the outcome will be the same. That wouldn't be appropriate for me and it's certainly not my role."
The receptionist's face falls, their excited expression morphing into one of disappointment. You eye them with a bitter smile. What did they think? You'd be a good little puppy and obey? Knowing it’s your first day here? You're not gonna give $namel a bad impression when $l_they's been kind enough to hire you.
"But why not? I thought we were on the same team here?" they protest, brow furrowing.
You really thought you two were starting to get along before they had to ruin it.
You hold up a hand to cut off their protest. "Look, I get that you have ambitions beyond this job. But using me to get ahead isn't going to work. Not with me at least."
Closing the folder, you slide it back across the desk towards them. "I'm happy to provide honest feedback on the design if you want it. But that's all. I'm just an assistant here. I arrange meetings, answer calls, that has nothing to do with design or marketing."
Maxime's shoulders slump dejectedly. Their head tilts back against their chair as they sigh, eyes closing shut.
"But that could take forever," they mutter, pouting. Cracking an eye open, they let out another sigh when they see you won't budge.
After a moment, they seem to accept your refusal. Reluctantly, they take the folder back, stowing it away in the drawer.
"Fine, fine. I guess I'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way." They sigh heavily, fingers drumming on the desk. Glancing up at you, they offer a wry smile. "Thanks for the feedback, though. I'll keep it in mind."
You shove your hands in your pockets. "Anyway, did you call for this? Or you need me for something else?"
"Mh?" they blink at you before they add. "Aaaah, right. I forgot. Mind following me?"
"Following you?" you echo their words in confusion. "And where do you plan to take me?"
"I just need your opinion about another thing, I promise it won't take too long," they exclaim lightly as they get up from their chair and show the elevator with a hand.
"Are you gonna try again and–"
"Not this time, no," they reassure you with a sheepish smile. They lead the way. "C'mon."
Entering the elevator, they push the button of the second floor as you tilt your head. The cafeteria, huh... No idea why they want your opinion in a cafeteria but oh well. Ascending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the receptionist. "They lock the door after work?"
They wave a hand dismissively. "Eh, don't worry, they don't. And even if they do, I got the spare keys."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing a hand, you open the door.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C201M10">><</button>><<set $Max to $Max + 1>>The receptionist's casual dismissal of your initial reservations sets off alarms in your mind. The way they're using you for their own gain leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You frown slightly, pulling your hand away as they grasp it gratefully.
"You're using me?" you ask, hurt and disappointment bleeding into your tone.
You really thought you two were starting to get along before they had to ruin it.
Maxime's enthusiastic grin falters momentarily at your accusation. They lean back in their chair, eyes darting side to side, before settling on you again with a chuckle. Fake. You hear it fine from where you stand, and it sounds awfully fake.
"What? No, no, of course not!" they sputter, waving their hands frantically. "I just– I really value your input, that's all. And if helping me out with marketing opens up more opportunities for you too, then what's the harm?"
You level them with a skeptical look, not buying their backpedaling one bit. "Somehow I get the feeling this was less about my 'creative instincts' and more about using me. That's not what I signed up for. I'm just an assistant here. I arrange meetings, answer the calls, not using my position to whisper some of your ideas to $namel's ear."
The receptionist's face falls, their eager excitement replaced by a look of disappointment and frustration. "I thought we were on the same page here."
You hold up a hand, silencing their protests. "Look, I get that you've got ambitions. You can keep going with your scheme or whatever it is you wanna do. Just don't try to drag me into it."
"Fine, fine. I guess I'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way." They sigh heavily, fingers drumming on the desk. Glancing up at you, they offer a wry smile. "Thanks for the feedback, though. I'll keep it in mind."
You shove your hands in your pockets. "Anyway, did you call for this? Or you need me for something else?"
"Mh?" they blink at you before they add. "Aaaah, right. I forgot. Mind following me?"
"Following you?" you echo their words in confusion. "And where do you plan to take me?"
"I just need your opinion about another thing, I promise it won't take too long," they exclaim lightly as they get up from their chair and show the elevator with a hand.
"Are you gonna try again and–"
"Not this time, no," they reassure you with a sheepish smile. They lead the way. "C'mon."
Entering the elevator, they push the button of the second floor as you tilt your head. The cafeteria, huh... No idea why they want your opinion in a cafeteria but oh well. Ascending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the receptionist. "They lock the door after work?"
They wave a hand dismissively. "Eh, don't worry, they don't. And even if they do, I got the spare keys."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing a hand, you open the door.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C201M10">><</button>><<set $Max to $Max + 1>>You're not gonna lie, that shit sting. Sure, you just started working for this company. Sure, it's been only one day you know them. But you thought you found an ally, and all you got is a manipulator. That just confirms your doubt if their earlier interest in your opinion was genuine or simply a means to an end.
"Of course I like you, $name!" they say quickly with a chuckle that sounds so fake.
Your grin falter. "I dunno about that."
Maxime's face falls slightly, but they quickly plaster on another winning smile.
"Oh, c'mon, it'll be our little secret! I just need a foot in the door, y'know?" they lean in conspiratorially. "Once I get my shot, I'll make sure this lipstick is a smash hit. Imagine how good that would look for you, being the one who really saw me and supported me!"
You chuckle awkwardly. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Maxime. But I think I'm just happy to provide honest feedback on the design if you want it. Nothing less, nothing more. I'm just an assistant here. I arrange meetings, answer calls. I don't use my position to whisper some of your ideas to $namel's ear."
You hold up a hand to cut off their protest, trying another grin. "Look, I get that you have ambitions beyond this job. But using me to get ahead isn't going to work. Not with me at least."
Maxime's face falls, but after a moment they nod reluctantly.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Gotta play by the rules, huh?" With a sigh, they slouch back in their chair. "Well, the offer still stands if you change your mind..."
You shove your hands in your pockets. "Anyway, did you call for this? Or you need me for something else?"
"Mh?" they blink at you before they add. "Aaaah, right. I forgot. Mind following me?"
"Following you?" you echo their words in confusion. "And where do you plan to take me?"
"I just need your opinion about another thing, I promise it won't take too long," they exclaim lightly as they get up from their chair and show the elevator with a hand.
"Are you gonna try again and–"
"Not this time, no," they reassure you with a sheepish smile. They lead the way. "C'mon."
Entering the elevator, they push the button of the second floor as you tilt your head. The cafeteria, huh... No idea why they want your opinion in a cafeteria but oh well. Ascending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the receptionist. "They lock the door after work?"
They wave a hand dismissively. "Eh, don't worry, they don't. And even if they do, I got the spare keys."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing a hand, you open the door.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C201M10">><</button>>You frown, stomach churning uneasily as their true motives come into focus. So much for fresh perspective, they just wanted your influence to climb the ranks. You don't even have real influence here. So, what, because $namel is your neighbor and probably your friend with how much time you spent together these past months, that means you can use $l_them for someone who’s not even worth it? Hell no.
Removing your hand from their grip, you scoff, "I'd advise being straightforward with people instead of manipulating them into helping you. Makes for healthier relationships, trust me."
Their smile starts to slip at your words. Still, hope sparks in their eyes that you might come around. That you won’t resist long if they push just a little bit more. "C'mon, don't you wanna see what we could accomplish together?"
"With skill and hard work, not deception," you counter as you purse your lips, growing frustrated.
Their lips purse in a sulky pout. For a moment you think they're gonna insist and do it until you agree—something that won't happen. Instead, they let out a long sigh.
"You're right. I got too caught up in my ambition," meeting your gaze, they add sincerely, "Thank you for setting me straight, even if it wasn't what I wanted to hear."
Except, you don't trust them anymore. That's what you get when you start doing shit like this, people don't believe you anymore. You nod anyway. "I'm happy to provide honest feedback on the design if you want it. But that's all. I'm just an assistant here. I arrange meetings, answer the calls. My work has nothing to do with design or marketing."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Gotta play by the rules, huh?" With a sigh, they slouch back in their chair. "Well, the offer still stands if you change your mind..."
You shove your hands in your pockets. "Anyway, did you call for this? Or you need me for something else?"
"Mh?" they blink at you before they add. "Aaaah, right. I forgot. Mind following me?"
"Following you?" you echo their words in confusion. "And where do you plan to take me?"
"I just need your opinion about another thing, I promise it won't take too long," they exclaim lightly as they get up from their chair and show the elevator with a hand.
"Are you gonna try again and–"
"Not this time, no," they reassure you with a sheepish smile. They lead the way. "C'mon."
Entering the elevator, they push the button of the second floor as you tilt your head. The cafeteria, huh... No idea why they want your opinion in a cafeteria but oh well. Ascending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the receptionist. "They lock the door after work?"
They wave a hand dismissively. "Eh, don't worry, they don't. And even if they do, I got the spare keys."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing a hand, you open the door.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C201M10">><</button>>You shove your hands in your pockets. "Anyway, did you call for this? Or you need me for something else?"
"Mh?" they blink at you before they add. "Aaaah, right. I forgot. Mind following me?"
"Following you?" you echo their words in confusion. "And where do you plan to take me?"
"I just need your opinion about another thing, I promise it won't take too long," they exclaim lightly as they get up from their chair and show the elevator with a hand.
"Are you gonna try again and–"
"Not this time, no," they reassure you with a sheepish smile. They lead the way. "C'mon."
Entering the elevator, they push the button of the second floor as you tilt your head. The cafeteria, huh... No idea why they want your opinion in a cafeteria but oh well. Ascending to the second floor, the doors slide open to reveal the closed cafeteria door. You glance at the receptionist. "They lock the door after work?"
They wave a hand dismissively. "Eh, don't worry, they don't. And even if they do, I got the spare keys."
You nod, leading the way to the closed door, hands buried in your pockets. Freeing a hand, you open the door.
Your eyes widen.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C201M10">><</button>><<set $routechel to "no">><<set $routemax to "yes">>You tap Maxime's number and call, pressing your phone against your ear as you wait. You don't wait long because they answer instantly with a chirpful voice. A voice that makes you wince.
"Hey there, $name! You called!" they exclaim so loudly you have to hold the phone away from your ear.
"Maxime?"
"Yup, that's me," they affirm. "I need your help, got a problem here. So if you could come and help me, I'd be eternally grateful."
"A problem?" you echo, furrowing your brows. "What do you mean a problem? You do know I'm new there, so I doubt I could help yo–"
"That'd be very nice of you," they cut you off. "You're not busy, right? C'mon, just a little help, it won't take long."
You glance around the park as you get up with a wry smile. "I have the vague impression that I don't get any choice here, do I?"
"I mean, you called me so you could help me, so you did have the choice," they point out with a chuckle. "So? You coming?"
"I'll be there in twenty."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C201M1">><</button>>"So? Like it?" $namel pushes you out of your thought with an expectant and hopeful look.
"$l_They spent the whole afternoon preparing this," $namet supplies.
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*[[You feel your lips spread as you nod eagerly. "Of course I like it!"|Chap1C203]]
*[["Could've done better," you huff playfully before adding. "Thanks."|Chap1C204]]
*[[You nod. "That's really nice of you."|Chap1C205]]
*[["This is more than I could've asked for," you confess with a small smile.|Chap1C206]]
*[[You look around in awe before glancing back at them. "You did this? For me?"|Chap1C207]]
*[["Meh," you shrug. "Thanks, I guess."|Chap1C208]]You slip past excited colleagues patting your back, finding your way over to $namel and $namet. "Thanks for organizing this little party, it’s a nice surprise!"
$namel beams, reaching out to squeeze your arm lightly, gray eyes shining warmly. "Anything to welcome our new star employee properly."
$namet offers a subtle nod beside $t_them. "We wanted to welcome you properly."
"And you did," you chuckle. "I... didn't expect this. Thanks, really."
The $t_son and $l_father offer you a smile.
<<if $routemax == "yes">>Over the chaos, you almost miss Maxime approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. Offering one with a grin, they shift from foot to foot almost shyly.
"No hard feelings about earlier?" they ask, hopeful yet unsure. "I really am trying to move up, y'know? I meant every word about that marketing gig, just so you know. Just... well, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to use you.”
You hum, clinking your flute gently against theirs. You're not about to ruin your party, so just for tonight you'll let it pass. Doesn't mean you trust them. "Water under the bridge. And who knows, maybe there are better ways we can team up going forward."
Maxime beams, relief and gratitude lighting their features. Just then, someone calls for a toast from across the room.<<else>>Over the chaos, you almost miss Chelsea approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. She offers one with a nod.
"Thanks for earlier," she says, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"For?" you ask, not sure you follow.
"For coming," she responds, a small smile playing on the corner of her mouth. "I know I can count on you now if one day I do lose my keys, so thank you, $name."
Your eyes crinkle as you nod. "You're welcome."<</if>>
$namel wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning lazily as all eyes turn your way. $l_Their voice raises in cheer. "To new beginnings, and the promise of success when talented people come together."
Just as $namel's voice rings out with the celebratory toast, the cafeteria door swings open once more. All heads turn to see two familiar figures stride in, Ekissa and Athiel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C209">><</button>>You slip past excited colleagues patting your back, finding your way over to $namel and $namet as $namel gasps in mock-outrage. "How dare you! Here I wanted please you by preparing this welcome party."
"I said thanks," you remind $l_them.
"After saying you could've done better," $namet point out, a hint of amusement in $t_their voice.
The corner of your lips curls up as you shrug. "But I still thanked $l_them."
"I'll take it," $namel chimes in with a grin.
<<if $routemax == "yes">>Over the chaos, you almost miss Maxime approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. Offering one with a grin, they shift from foot to foot almost shyly.
"No hard feelings about earlier?" they ask, hopeful yet unsure. "I really am trying to move up, y'know? I meant every word about that marketing gig, just so you know. Just... well, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to use you.”
You hum, clinking your flute gently against theirs. You're not about to ruin your party, so just for tonight you'll let it pass. Doesn't mean you trust them. "Water under the bridge. And who knows, maybe there are better ways we can team up going forward."
Maxime beams, relief and gratitude lighting their features. Just then, someone calls for a toast from across the room.<<else>>Over the chaos, you almost miss Chelsea approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. She offers one with a nod.
"Thanks for earlier," she says, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"For?" you ask, not sure you follow.
"For coming," she responds, a small smile playing on the corner of her mouth. "I know I can count on you now if one day I do lose my keys, so thank you, $name."
Your eyes crinkle as you nod. "You're welcome."<</if>>
$namel wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning lazily as all eyes turn your way. $l_Their voice raises in cheer. "To new beginnings, and the promise of success when talented people come together."
Just as $namel's voice rings out with the celebratory toast, the cafeteria door swings open once more. All heads turn to see two familiar figures stride in, Ekissa and Athiel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C209">><</button>>You slip past excited colleagues patting your back, finding your way over to $namel and $namet as $namel blinks at you. "That's all?"
"Yes?"
"I expected more enthusiasm," $l_they sighs dramatically.
Your lips twitch, and after a moment of consideration, you finally give $l_them what $l_they wants. "Thanks for this welcome party."
$namel’s face lights up immediately, nodding eagerly. “My pleasure.”
$namet nods in acknowledgement.
<<if $routemax == "yes">>Over the chaos, you almost miss Maxime approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. Offering one with a grin, they shift from foot to foot almost shyly.
"No hard feelings about earlier?" they ask, hopeful yet unsure. "I really am trying to move up, y'know? I meant every word about that marketing gig, just so you know. Just... well, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to use you.”
You hum, clinking your flute gently against theirs. You're not about to ruin your party, so just for tonight you'll let it pass. Doesn't mean you trust them. "Water under the bridge. And who knows, maybe there are better ways we can team up going forward."
Maxime beams, relief and gratitude lighting their features. Just then, someone calls for a toast from across the room.<<else>>Over the chaos, you almost miss Chelsea approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. She offers one with a nod.
"Thanks for earlier," she says, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"For?" you ask, not sure you follow.
"For coming," she responds, a small smile playing on the corner of her mouth. "I know I can count on you now if one day I do lose my keys, so thank you, $name."
Your eyes crinkle as you nod. "You're welcome."<</if>>
$namel wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning lazily as all eyes turn your way. $l_Their voice raises in cheer. "To new beginnings, and the promise of success when talented people come together."
Just as $namel's voice rings out with the celebratory toast, the cafeteria door swings open once more. All heads turn to see two familiar figures stride in, Ekissa and Athiel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C209">><</button>>You slip past excited colleagues patting your back, finding your way over to $namel and $namet as $namel's eyes light ups. "Yeah? You mean it?"
"I mean it," you nod, smile widening. "I didn't expect a welcome party."
$namet offers a subtle nod beside $namel. "We wanted to welcome you properly."
"Thanks," you murmur, both of them smiling.
<<if $routemax == "yes">>Over the chaos, you almost miss Maxime approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. Offering one with a grin, they shift from foot to foot almost shyly.
"No hard feelings about earlier?" they ask, hopeful yet unsure. "I really am trying to move up, y'know? I meant every word about that marketing gig, just so you know. Just... well, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to use you.”
You hum, clinking your flute gently against theirs. You're not about to ruin your party, so just for tonight you'll let it pass. Doesn't mean you trust them. "Water under the bridge. And who knows, maybe there are better ways we can team up going forward."
Maxime beams, relief and gratitude lighting their features. Just then, someone calls for a toast from across the room.<<else>>Over the chaos, you almost miss Chelsea approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. She offers one with a nod.
"Thanks for earlier," she says, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"For?" you ask, not sure you follow.
"For coming," she responds, a small smile playing on the corner of her mouth. "I know I can count on you now if one day I do lose my keys, so thank you, $name."
Your eyes crinkle as you nod. "You're welcome."<</if>>
$namel wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning lazily as all eyes turn your way. $l_Their voice raises in cheer. "To new beginnings, and the promise of success when talented people come together."
Just as $namel's voice rings out with the celebratory toast, the cafeteria door swings open once more. All heads turn to see two familiar figures stride in, Ekissa and Athiel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C209">><</button>>You slip past excited colleagues patting your back, finding your way over to $namel and $namet. A warmth blooms in your chest at the thoughtfulness behind this surprise welcome party. "You guys really went all out!"
$namel beams proudly. "Of course! We wanted to make sure you felt properly welcomed to the Melth Cosmetics family."
"My $l_dad's always been a cheesy romantic at heart," $namet drawls with an exaggerated eye roll, though the quirk of $t_their lips betrays $t_their fondness. "Though I'll admit, even I had my doubts about going this overboard. Welcome aboard."
You can't help but smile.
<<if $routemax == "yes">>Over the chaos, you almost miss Maxime approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. Offering one with a grin, they shift from foot to foot almost shyly.
"No hard feelings about earlier?" they ask, hopeful yet unsure. "I really am trying to move up, y'know? I meant every word about that marketing gig, just so you know. Just... well, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to use you.”
You hum, clinking your flute gently against theirs. You're not about to ruin your party, so just for tonight you'll let it pass. Doesn't mean you trust them. "Water under the bridge. And who knows, maybe there are better ways we can team up going forward."
Maxime beams, relief and gratitude lighting their features. Just then, someone calls for a toast from across the room.<<else>>Over the chaos, you almost miss Chelsea approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. She offers one with a nod.
"Thanks for earlier," she says, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"For?" you ask, not sure you follow.
"For coming," she responds, a small smile playing on the corner of her mouth. "I know I can count on you now if one day I do lose my keys, so thank you, $name."
Your eyes crinkle as you nod. "You're welcome."<</if>>
$namel wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning lazily as all eyes turn your way. $l_Their voice raises in cheer. "To new beginnings, and the promise of success when talented people come together."
Just as $namel's voice rings out with the celebratory toast, the cafeteria door swings open once more. All heads turn to see two familiar figures stride in, Ekissa and Athiel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C209">><</button>>You slip past excited colleagues patting your back, finding your way over to $namel and $namet as $namel gasp in mock outrage. "That's all?"
"That's all." you shrug once more nonchalantly, fighting back an amused grin. "What did you expect? Want me to cry and make a boring speech to thank you?"
$namet's lips twitch. "Don't encourage the old $l_man's flair for dramatics. $l_Their ego is inflated enough as it is."
"Cheeky brat!" $namel swats playfully at $l_their son, who deftly sidesteps the half-hearted attempt. Turning back to you, the CEO pouts exaggeratedly. "And after I slaved away for hours on this little soirée..."
You smirk with another shrug.
<<if $routemax == "yes">>Over the chaos, you almost miss Maxime approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. Offering one with a grin, they shift from foot to foot almost shyly.
"No hard feelings about earlier?" they ask, hopeful yet unsure. "I really am trying to move up, y'know? I meant every word about that marketing gig, just so you know. Just... well, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to use you.”
You hum, clinking your flute gently against theirs. You're not about to ruin your party, so just for tonight you'll let it pass. Doesn't mean you trust them. "Water under the bridge. And who knows, maybe there are better ways we can team up going forward."
Maxime beams, relief and gratitude lighting their features. Just then, someone calls for a toast from across the room.<<else>>Over the chaos, you almost miss Chelsea approaching with two glasses of bubbling champagne. She offers one with a nod.
"Thanks for earlier," she says, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"For?" you ask, not sure you follow.
"For coming," she responds, a small smile playing on the corner of her mouth. "I know I can count on you now if one day I do lose my keys, so thank you, $name."
Your eyes crinkle as you nod. "You're welcome."<</if>>
$namel wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning lazily as all eyes turn your way. $l_Their voice raises in cheer. "To new beginnings, and the promise of success when talented people come together."
Just as $namel's voice rings out with the celebratory toast, the cafeteria door swings open once more. All heads turn to see two familiar figures stride in, Ekissa and Athiel.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C209">><</button>><<if $AL >= 5>>Your eyes immediately find Athiel as $a_they strides into the room. The way $a_they carries $a_themself demands attention. You have no doubt the $a_man thinks $a_they's God's gift. And maybe $a_they is, because your attention is drawn by $a_them just like the others around you.
$a_Their regular smirk is in place as $a_they glances around, taking in the party like it's all below $a_them. But for a split second, you notice something different when $a_their gaze locks with yours. Maybe you're tripping, maybe it's your imagination, but $a_their eyes seem to light up when they fall on you.<<elseif $JL >= 5>>Your eyes immediately find Ekissa as $j_they walks in beside Athiel. $j_They carries $j_themself in a quieter way, but no less commanding, and certainly no less captivating.
$j_Their usual scowl is on display as $j_they glances around at the crowd, clearly uncomfortable with so many eyes around. But then $j_they spots you across the room and you see $j_their face light up. You feel like your own features light up, but whether it's because $j_they's your best friend or something more, you don't know. Suddenly the room could have a million people, and it wouldn't matter.
<</if>>"Did someone say 'talented people'?" comes Athiel's rich, melodic voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well thank god I'm finally here then!"
Athiel strides in like $a_they owns the place, $a_their chin held high and mocking smile in place. $a_Their ocean blue eyes look around with thinly veiled disdain as $a_they takes in the festive scene.
"A little welcome party for the office newbie? How...boring." The last word is practically a sneer as Athiel angles a dismissive look your way.
Meanwhile, Ekissa hurries to your side, shoulders tense when $j_they realizes how many people there are in the room. Eager on scene, not so much outside of it. $j_They bumps your shoulder with a smile as $j_they murmurs. "Congrats again, bestie."
"Who's this?" someone murmurs nearby.
"You don't know them?" another gasps. "Athiel Winter and Ekissa Jones, have you been living in a cave or something?"
"Who?"
You try to block their murmurs out of your head as you thank your best friend. "Thanks, didn't know you'd come."
"$namel invited me, $namet came to pick me up, and Athiel forced $a_their way with us," Ekissa wrinkles $j_their nose. "I tried to tell $a_them to stay out of it, but $a_they didn't wanna hear a damn thing."
You hum, nodding slowly, that explains why they’re both late for this surprise. They were busy arguing as per usual.
From the corner of your eye, you catch $namet pinching the bridge of $t_their nose in exasperation as Athiel continues $a_their antics. The model turns $a_their attention to $namel.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me properly?" Athiel drawls lazily.
$namel doesn't hide $l_their long-suffering sigh as $l_they walks ahead to deal with the diva, $namet following suit. You exchange a look with your best friend before both of you sigh and trail off behind them.
"Mind telling me what you're doing here, Athiel?" $namel tilts $l_their head with a sweet smile, a fake one.
"$namet drove me here," Athiel's smile widens as $a_they cocks a brow, daring the old $l_man to make $a_them leave. "What? Wasn't I invited?"
"Not really," the CEO answers without hesitation as $l_they glances at $l_their $t_son pointedly.
$namet just stares back. "$a_They was insistent and was wasting my time, so I let $a_them come."
"It’s not what was agreed," $namel stage whisper.
$l_Their $t_son sighs. "Change of plan."
"I'll be on my best behavior," the model grins.
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*[["Doubt it," you mutter under your breath.|Chap1C210]]
*[["C'mon, it's not so bad," you try to lighten up the mood.|Chap1C211]]
*[[You shift your gaze between each of them. "I don't mind if Athiel stays."|Chap1C212]]
*[[You sigh. "Athiel is already here, might as well stay."|Chap1C213]]
*[["Great," you say, voice dripping with sarcasm.|Chap1C214]]
*[[You shrug, you don't care.|Chap1C215]]Your phone buzzes against the table, drawing your attention. Ekissa's name blinks on the screen as you grab your phone.
"Who's that?" comes Athiel's curious question, $a_their eyes flicking down to try to see the name.
You ignore $a_their question, getting up and leaving the coffee shop to answer the phone outside. Pressing the phone against your ear, you look around idly. "Yeah?"
"Hey," Ekissa greets you. "You're busy? I didn't see you at your place so..."
"Worried?"
A moment of silence. Then. "Yeah... Everything okay? Where are you? That other idiot isn't here too."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Yeah, well, that idiot dragged me to the shopping center," you explain. "Didn't have much choice. We're probably gonna come back soon, though."<<else>>"Yeah, $a_they dragged me to the shopping center," you explain. "Didn't have much choice. We're probably gonna come back soon, though."<</if>>
"What? $a_They forced you?" you can hear the scowl on $j_their face without needing to <i>see</i> $j_them, $j_their voice tight. "Want me to come? I can tell that asshole where $a_they can shove it–"
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"You don't need to do that," you grimace. "I mean, yeah I didn't have much choice but I'm good. I think."
"You think?" $j_they echoes skeptically. "$name, I'm serious when I say I can come if you wanna escape that dumbass."<<else>> "Oh no, don't worry," you drawl. "We're currently braiding each other's hair like the best friends we are."
"Here I thought I was your only best friend," $j_they snorts, $j_their voice turning more serious. "No but, seriously $name, you good? I can come right now, I don't have anything to do anyway.<</if>>
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*[["Hey," you murmur softly. "I'm good, really."|Chap1C22]]
*[["We're heading home soon anyway, so don't worry," you say simply.|Chap1C23]]
*[["I don't think that's a good idea," you sigh. "You two together is way worse than me and Athiel together."|Chap1C24]]
*[["What, jealous Athiel steals your place as my best friend?" you tease.|Chap1C25]]
*[["Thanks, but we're gonna head back soon anyway so coming now isn't worth it," you say with a small smile.|Chap1C26]]<<set $AF to $AF - 1>>"Yeah, you behaving is about as likely as me winning Miss Universe," Ekissa snarks under $t_their breath, making you stifle a snort of laughter.
Athiel whips $a_their head around, those ocean blue eyes narrowing at your bestie. "What was that? Sorry, can't hear assholes."
"At least I don't look like shit," Ekissa shoots back without missing a beat. "Heard that, blondie?"
You have to slap a hand over your mouth to contain the startled guffaw at your BFF's biting insult. They’re both acting like kid, and you’re living for it. Athiel looks scandalized, one perfectly manicured hand flying to $a_their chest. "This bod is a work of art!"
"Yeah, 'art' isn't the first word that comes to mind when I look at you," Ekissa mutters darkly.
$namel lets out a long-suffering groan, massaging $l_their temples as the bickering continues to escalate. $namet simply watches the back-and-forth with a stoic, unimpressed look.
"Alright, that's enough," the CFO's voice cuts through the squabbling. "You're both embarrassing yourselves in front of the entire company."
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Athiel Winter," $namel forces out through gritted teeth before displaying that big smile of $l_their to $l_their employees while pointing at the model. "But some of you might already know $a_them."
A titter of hushed whispers and excited murmurs ripples through the gathered employees under Athiel proud and charming smile. Despite $a_their arrogance, there's no denying Athiel's popularity.
"And this charming $j_man is Ekissa Jones," $namel continues, indicating your best friend with a wink that Ekissa ignores, "A talented local artist but then again, I'm sure most of you know $j_them."
Ekissa ignores them all with a scowl, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden attention.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C216">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>>Athiel blinks in surprise at your comment before replacing it by a smug smile. "See? At least someone understand me."
"Just don't ruin $m_their party, Athiel," $namel lifts $l_their eyebrows expectantly to the blondie who nods nonchalantly.
Ekissa nudges your side, $j_their voice low. "Way to defuse that bomb. I'm impressed, bestie."
You shrug, a self-deprecating smile tugging at your lips. "Eh, I just figured I'd try to be the voice of reason for once. Athiel will... probably behave if we don't try to kick $a_them out and just agree."
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Athiel Winter," $namel forces out through gritted teeth before displaying that big smile of $l_their to $l_their employees while pointing at the model. "But some of you might already know $a_them."
A titter of hushed whispers and excited murmurs ripples through the gathered employees under Athiel proud and charming smile. Despite $a_their arrogance, there's no denying Athiel's popularity.
"And this charming $j_man is Ekissa Jones," $namel continues, indicating your best friend with a wink that Ekissa ignores, "A talented local artist but then again, I'm sure most of you know $j_them."
Ekissa ignores them all with a scowl, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden attention.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C216">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>>Athiel seems momentarily taken aback, $a_their arrogant facade slipping for the briefest of moments. But just as quickly, that infuriatingly smirk slides back into place.
"Well, now that the newbie has spoken," $a_they drawls, shooting a sly sideways glance at $namel, "That means I can stay."
$namel exhales a sharp breath, clearly resigning $l_themself to Athiel's presence. "Alright, alright. Not like I got any choice anyway."
Clapping a hand on your shoulder, $namel leans in with a wink. "Don't say I didn't warn you about this one, hmm?"
You shrug. "I think I can handle a little diva."
Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath. "Yeah, good luck with that. Athiel's got enough ego to fill this whole room."
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Athiel Winter," $namel forces out through gritted teeth before displaying that big smile of $l_their to $l_their employees while pointing at the model. "But some of you might already know $a_them."
A titter of hushed whispers and excited murmurs ripples through the gathered employees under Athiel proud and charming smile. Despite $a_their arrogance, there's no denying Athiel's popularity.
"And this charming $j_man is Ekissa Jones," $namel continues, indicating your best friend with a wink that Ekissa ignores, "A talented local artist but then again, I'm sure most of you know $j_them."
Ekissa ignores them all with a scowl, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden attention.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C216">><</button>>Athiel seems momentarily taken aback, $a_their arrogant facade slipping for the briefest of moments. But just as quickly, that infuriatingly smirk slides back into place.
"Well, now that the newbie has spoken," $a_they drawls, shooting a sly sideways glance at $namel, "That mean I can stay."
$namel exhales a sharp breath, clearly resigning $l_themself to Athiel's presence. "Alright, alright. Not like I got any choice anyway."
Glancing over at Ekissa, you give $j_them an apologetic shrug. "Guess we're stuck with the drama queen for now, huh?"
Your bestie just rolls $j_their eyes, muttering under $j_their breath. "Figures. Can't have a party around here without Athiel making it all about $a_them."
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Athiel Winter," $namel forces out through gritted teeth before displaying that big smile of $l_their to $l_their employees while pointing at the model. "But some of you might already know $a_them."
A titter of hushed whispers and excited murmurs ripples through the gathered employees under Athiel proud and charming smile. Despite $a_their arrogance, there's no denying Athiel's popularity.
"And this charming $j_man is Ekissa Jones," $namel continues, indicating your best friend with a wink that Ekissa ignores, "A talented local artist but then again, I'm sure most of you know $j_them."
Ekissa ignores them all with a scowl, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden attention.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C216">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF - 1>>"Yes, it's <i>great</i>," Athiel narrows $a_their eyes at you. "Got a problem with me staying?"
"Is it that obvious?" you feign surprise. “Here I thought I was hiding it pretty well.”
$a_Their smile morphs into a sharp one. "Think I can't behave?"
"Yeah, you behaving is about as likely as me winning Miss Universe," Ekissa snarks under $j_their breath, making you stifle a snort of laughter.
Athiel whips $a_their head around, those ocean blue eyes narrowing at your bestie. "What was that? Sorry, can't hear assholes."
$namel exhales a sharp breath, clearly resigning $l_themself to Athiel's presence. "Alright, alright. Not like I got any choice anyway."
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Athiel Winter," $namel forces out through gritted teeth before displaying that big smile of $l_their to $l_their employees while pointing at the model. "But some of you might already know $a_them."
A titter of hushed whispers and excited murmurs ripples through the gathered employees under Athiel proud and charming smile. Despite $a_their arrogance, there's no denying Athiel's popularity.
"And this charming $j_man is Ekissa Jones," $namel continues, indicating your best friend with a wink that Ekissa ignores, "A talented local artist but then again, I'm sure most of you know $j_them."
Ekissa ignores them all with a scowl, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden attention.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C216">><</button>>You know $a_they'll get what $a_they wants in the end, so you let them handle $a_them as you stare at them, free hand in your pocket.
"Yeah, you behaving is about as likely as me winning Miss Universe," Ekissa snarks under $j_their breath, making you stifle a snort of laughter.
Athiel whips $a_their head around, those ocean blue eyes narrowing at your bestie. "What was that? Sorry, can't hear assholes."
$namel exhales a sharp breath, clearly resigning $l_themself to Athiel's presence. "Alright, alright. Not like I got any choice anyway."
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Athiel Winter," $namel forces out through gritted teeth before displaying that big smile of $l_their to $l_their employees while pointing at the model. "But some of you might already know $a_them."
A titter of hushed whispers and excited murmurs ripples through the gathered employees under Athiel proud and charming smile. Despite $a_their arrogance, there's no denying Athiel's popularity.
"And this charming $j_man is Ekissa Jones," $namel continues, indicating your best friend with a wink that Ekissa ignores, "A talented local artist but then again, I'm sure most of you know $j_them."
Ekissa ignores them all with a scowl, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden attention.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C216">><</button>><b><i>Hours later…</i></b>
The party is still in full swing, though it's devolved into more of a chaotic circus thanks to Athiel's antics. You spend most of your time humoring people trying to get on your good side now that everyone know $namel has a soft spot for you. That's something you had preferred to avoid, but you can't have everything, right?
You glance around, a hand around your drink. Athiel is currently near the dessert table, babbling about $a_their life and circled of curious and charmed employees.
"...and that's how I single-handedly saved the entire Paris runway show from collapse," $a_they declares dramatically, running a hand through $a_their hair.
The people around $a_them hang on $a_their every word, watching the model with rapt fascination. Rolling your eyes good-naturedly, you can't help but wonder how much of that story is actually true. You doubt Athiel is the type to lie, but you never know with $a_them.
Nearby, Ekissa is sulking in the corner, having positioned $j_themself as far away from Athiel's spotlight as possible. $j_They's definitely not in $j_their element here. $j_They shoots you an utterly done look as you wander over.
"Ugh, how much longer does this clown show have to go on?" $j_they grumbles, jerking $j_their chin towards Athiel. "I'm this close to smacking that smug grin right off Pretty <<if $genderroa == "man">>Boy<<else>>Girl<</if>>'s face."
"You'll just gain angry fans," you huff a chuckle. "You're not having fun?"
Ekissa levels you with an unimpressed glare. "Define 'fun'..."
Just then, a small commotion breaks out as a flustered $namet appears, practically dragging a very drunk $namel by the arm.
"$l_Dad...I really think you've had enough," the younger Melth hisses through gritted teeth.
But $namel just laughs as $l_they slings an arm around $l_their $t_son's shoulders. "Enough? The night is still young, my precious $t_son! C'mon, let's have another drink together."
As your gaze drifts back towards Athiel's admirers, you notice one brave soul joining the group of fans. Your eyebrow lifts upward when you recognize the smooth voice of none other than the receptionist, Maxime.
"Well hello there," they purr, somehow managing to sidle up within Athiel's personal space. "Fancy seeing a famous face like yours at a little old company party."
Athiel looks briefly caught off guard by Maxime's brazen flirting before quickly regaining $a_their composure with a self-assured smirk. "Why hello there yourself. And who might this charming creature be?"
<<if $jealous == "yes" or $jealous == "hide" and $AL >= 5>>You purse your lips at their blatant flirt. You just want to go there and remind them you're here too. Not that Athiel and you have this kind of relationship and not that you care... much.
<<elseif $jealous == "no" and $AL >= 5>>You tilt your head, curious of their conversation or rather flirt. You wonder if Athiel is being serious.
<</if>>"This is getting out of hand," Ekissa snorts. "I like it."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C217">><</button>>"Everyone!" $namet barks. Everyone turns their head to $t_their direction with curiosity. "The party's over. You're welcome to gather your things and leave."
Whispers and murmurs fill the room, but $namet cuts them off. "I'm not repeating myself. If you want to be fired, then be my guest and stay."
That seems to be enough for everyone to hurry and gather their stuff. You can't help but wince at the awkward tension that's fallen over the once lively atmosphere. Even Athiel seems momentarily subdued, $a_their usual arrogant swagger faltering slightly under $namet's no-nonsense glare.
Beside you, Ekissa lets out a low whistle. "Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the fun this morning."
"Aw, c'mon, $namet! Don't be such a stick in the mud," the elder Melth chuckles, giving $l_their $t_son's shoulder a playful shove. "The party was just starting to get good!"
$namet, however, seems to get more and more irritated. "It's late, $l_Dad. And you got one too many drinks."
However, $t_their efforts are waved away by $namel.
"You kids today just don't know how to have any fun," $namel mock-pouts before raising $l_their voice to address the room once more. "Who's ready for karaoke?!"
A ripple of hesitant laughter echoes in the room, but most don't, too scared of actually getting fired. This is a mess. A mess that only amuses your bestie by your side.
Ekissa leans over with a snicker. "Karaoke? Yeah, this party just reached a whole new level. Think $l_they's gonna invite everyone at $l_their place? Hope yes, I just wanna see how much $namet can take."
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*[[You nudge your bestie, stifling your own chuckle. "C'mon, that's not funny."|Chap1C218]]
*[[You frown at Ekissa. "We should help instead of laughing at them."|Chap1C219]]
*[["Dunno you, but I'll go help," you say.|Chap1C220]]
*[["Should we help?" you ask hesitantly with a grimace.|Chap1C221]]
*[["I think you should help," you push your bestie forward.|Chap1C222]]
*[[You're not gonna interfere, it's their business, not yours.|Chap1C223]]<<set $JF to $JF + 1>>"Liar," Ekissa nudges your shoulder back.
You nod to the stoic $t_man ahead. "Poor $namet looks ready to burst."
Your best friend lets out another low whistle. "Can't blame the $t_man. Dealing with $namel drunk like that is stressful enough, now $l_their drunk ass wants to start and drag the whole party for a karaoke who knows where."
Across the room, $namel is not so subtly pleading with $namet, hands on $t_their shoulders. "Please, my lovely and precious $t_son? Just a lil' karaoke fun, I promise!"
The employees still waiting and expecting to stay look between both Melth.
"Maybe we could... continue a little longer?"
"Yeah, that'd be fun!"
"Agree."
"Same!"
"I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE," $namet barks louder, glaring at the crowds.
And at that? Everyone shuts up, $t_their own $l_father blinking at $l_their $t_son while the others finally get the hint and leave the cafeteria, some taking the stairs and others the elevator. Your eyes stay wide open at $namet. Damn, $t_they's no pushover, that much is sure.
Time to go.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C224">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>"Alright, alright. You and your heroic savior complex." $j_they lets out an exasperate sigh, but there's no real bite to $j_their words. Rising from the wall, $j_they calls out, "Hey <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth! I don't think the neighbors would appreciate your karaoke session this late."
$namel pouts like a petulant child, but $l_their intoxicated state makes it more amusing than anything. "Spoilsport!"
Meanwhile, $namet looks two seconds away from spontaneously combusting. Clearly, $t_they's hit $t_their limit dealing with $t_their $l_father's antics solo.
Stepping forward with a reassuring smile, you gently take $namel's arm. "$namel, why don't we call it a night? You look like you could use some rest."
Surprisingly, the CEO doesn't protest and merely hums in agreement, swaying slightly as you guide $l_them toward the exit. Ekissa calls out. "Oi, blondie, get your ass here before we leave without you."
Athiel sighs but for once $a_they doesn't complain and trails off behind you.
$namet exhales in relief, following closely behind. "Thank you. And sorry for... all this."
You glance back at the room full of dispersing partygoers. "No need. It was certainly... something."
Ekissa snorts. "That's one word for it."
Time to go.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C224">><</button>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>>A pause.
"If you're sure," Ekissa answers reluctantly, then softer. "Don't force yourself, yeah?"
"I'm not," you reassure $j_them. "I think?"
$j_They snorts. "Anyway, should I start cooking somethin' for us?"
You grimace, already thinking about what horrible recipes Ekissa could come up with.
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*[["How about we let Athiel cook?" you propose, preferring swallowing your pride and asking Athiel instead of swallowing whatever food Ekissa will cook.|Chap1C27]]
*[["Do you want me to die?" you tease.|Chap1C28]]
*[["I don't know you but I don't think that's a great idea to let you cook," you say playfully. "I'll cook, okay? Leave it to me before we all end up at the hospital."|Chap1C29]]
*[["No," you say quickly, too quickly. Backtracking, you clear your throat. "I mean, that's nice of you but I'll cook."|Chap1C30]]
*[["Yeeeaaah, sure," you don't hide the skepticism in your voice. "Why not?"|Chap1C31]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when he tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when she tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<</if>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>Ekissa blinks at you. "You're not serious, right?"
"I am, and you know what you could do for me?" your lips curl up at $j_their wary look. "You could try and make them leave while I deal with $namel."
"What? Me? Socialize with these idiots? No thanks." $j_they snorts but at your expectant look, $j_they relents with a long-suffering sigh. "Ugh, fine. Only 'cause you asked so nicely."
"Thanks," you mouth to $j_them before heading to the CEO and $l_their exhausted $t_son. Placing a gentle hand on $namel's shoulder, you lean in with a conspiratorial whisper. "How about we save the karaoke superstar moments for next time? I think $namet could use an early night."
$namel blinks at you, eyes still foggy but smile softening fondly. "Well, if you insist... then I guess we can call it a night."
Glancing at $l_their employees while you help $l_them walk to the exit, $l_they raises $l_their voice. "Party's over!"
$namet exhales in relief, following closely behind. "Thank you. And sorry for... all this."
You glance back at the room full of dispersing partygoers. "No need. It was certainly... something."
Ekissa who join you close with Athiel snorts. "That's one word for it."
Time to go.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C224">><</button>>Glancing at $namet' pinched expression, you suspect the stoic CFO's patience is reaching its breaking point. You don't know how an angry $namet is, and you don't wanna know. Someone has to intervene before this whole situation gets worse than it already turned out.
"I dunno, that's a nice view from here," Ekissa muses with dark amusement. "I mean, you're not curious how it'll end?"
You raise a brow at your best friend. "Not really, no. I'm just not ready to get fired on my first day."
"You won't be fired," Ekissa snorts, waving dismissively.
Across the room, $namel is not so subtly pleading with $namet, hands on $t_their shoulders. "Please, my lovely and precious $t_son? Just a lil' karaoke fun, I promise!"
The employees still waiting and expecting to stay look between both Melth.
"Maybe we could... continue a little longer?"
"Yeah, that'd be fun!"
"Agree."
"Same!"
"I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE," $namet barks louder, glaring at the crowds.
And at that? Everyone shut up, $t_their own $l_father blinking at $l_their $t_son while the others finally get the hint and leave the cafeteria, some taking the stairs and others the elevator.
You turn to Ekissa. "Happy now?"
"Very," $j_they grins, jerking $j_their chin to the exit. "C'mon, let's go."
Time to go.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C224">><</button>>Ekissa shoots you a wary look as you give $j_them a playful nudge forward. "Oh hell no. You're on your own dealing with the Melth family drama."
But you just flash $j_them an encouraging smile. "C'mon, play the hero for once. Help smooth things over before $namet has an aneurysm."
"Nope," $j_they replies with an eager shake of $j_their head.
"C'mon Eki'," you murmur softly.
You best friend shut $j_their eyes close tightly with a groan.
"Ugh, fine. But you owe me big time." Squaring $j_their shoulders, $j_they marches over to the arguing $l_father and $t_son duo. "Oi, old timer. I think it's time to call it."
But $namel just grins sloppily. "There's my favorite artist! You'll backup the karaoke idea, I know it."
"Not a chance," $j_they retorts bluntly before glancing at $namet. "I think your $l_dad had enough excitement for one night." Turning back to $namel, $j_they jerks $j_their chin to the exit. "C'mon, let's get you home before you break a hip or something."
$namel looks ready to protest, but Ekissa guides one arm over $l_their shoulder in support. "I'll drive you myself if I have to. Don't start with me if you don't want me to carry you in front of your employees."
"Awww, that would be so romantic," $namel coos.
"Shuddup," Ekissa grumbles.
$namet's shoulders sag in relief as your bestie escorts $t_their inebriated $l_father towards the exit. "Everyone, <b><i>out</i></b>."
Time to go.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C224">><</button>>Across the room, $namel is not so subtly pleading with $namet, hands on $t_their shoulders. "Please, my lovely and precious $t_son? Just a lil' karaoke fun, I promise!"
The employees still waiting and expecting to stay look between both Melth.
"Maybe we could... continue a little longer?"
"Yeah, that'd be fun!"
"Agree."
"Same!"
"I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE," $namet barks louder, glaring at the crowds.
And at that? Everyone shut up, $t_their own $l_father blinking at $l_their $t_son while the others finally get the hint and leave the cafeteria, some taking the stairs and others the elevator.
Time to go.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C224">><</button>>You help usher the very drunk, very giggly $namel towards the elevator that leads down to the underground parking. $namet trails behind, pinching the bridge of $t_their nose but shooting you grateful looks all the while.
Athiel already inside, leans casually against the back wall as $a_they taps away on $a_their phone. $a_They glances up with a bored expression that quickly morphs into one of disgust upon seeing $namel's drunk state who start to giggle again out of the blue.
"Ugh, couldn't keep up with the big boys tonight, eh old $l_man?" the model quips, though there's no real malice in $a_their tone, just Athiel being Athiel.
$namel blows a loud, sloppy raspberry in $l_their direction, causing Ekissa to struggle to hold in $j_their laughter. "Shut up, pretty <<if $genderroa == "man">>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>! I could drink you under the table any day."
"Debatable," is Athiel's dry reply as the doors slide open on the dimly lit parking level.
You help Ekissa maneuver $namel over to $namet's sleek black sedan, being sure to deposit the loopy CEO safely inside the backseat. $namet nods $t_their thanks as $t_they helps strap $t_their $l_Dad in securely. Meanwhile, Ekissa beelines for $j_their car parked nearby, casually flipping Athiel the bird when $a_they makes a snide comment about how $a_their car is way better.
"I'll follow you guys back," your best friend says to $namet, nodding towards $t_their car.
$namet nods as $t_they gets in $t_their car. "Alright."
"Room for one more?" Athiel asks, gaze shifting between you and Ekissa.
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes. "I dunno, Athiel. Your massive ego might make the car bottom out."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>But you nudge your friend good-naturedly. "Oh, c'mon. Just this once?"<<else>>But you nudge your friend. "I'm sure one more person won't hurt anyone."<</if>>
Ekissa shoots you a look but reluctantly agrees with a huff. "Fine. But you're paying for gas."
Athiel flashes a charming grin.
"Deal." Sliding into the passenger seat, $a_they calls up to you both, "Well? Are we going or what?"
With amused glances exchanged, you hop into Ekissa's car, and $j_they peels out of the parking garage in pursuit of $namet's taillights.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C225">><</button>>The ride starts in awkward silence until Athiel surprises you by saying softly, "Thanks for letting me tag along."
Ekissa simply grunts, focused on the road. "No problem. We all needed a ride, right?"
Hold up. What's going on here? You blink at the road. This was... surprisingly the most civil attitude you saw from them towards each other. You don't comment on it, though. Better not sour the sweet mood right now.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Athiel leans forward slightly.
"So, what do you think of that receptionist? Maxime, was it?" $a_They says their name with a hint of lingering interest. "Quite the charmer, that one."
You shrug. "Seems ambitious. They really want a spot on the marketing team."
"No doubt. Didn't take long for the claws to come out with their flirting." $a_Their lips curl into a wry half-smile. "Gotta respect the hustle, I suppose."
Ekissa spares a brief sideways glance, muttering under $j_their breath. "You would know all about hustling for attention."
There's no real malice to $j_their comment, delivered more as an observation than an insult for once. To your surprise, Athiel actually chuckles lightly in response. "Guilty as charged."
$a_Their gaze returns to you questioningly through the rearview as $a_they asks, genuine curiosity coloring $a_their tone. "So, think they've got what it takes to make it in that shark tank of a department?"
You consider for a moment before replying. "Maxime's ambitious, no doubt. And clearly not afraid to get their hands dirty using the right people. Whether that'll be enough, we'll have to wait and see, I guess."
"I see," $a_they nods slowly with a noncommittal hum.
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*[[You grow uncomfortable and ask before thinking. "What do you think about them?"|Chap1C226]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You try to hide your grimace, not wanting to show how much it irks you. "Maxime is... a good person."|Chap1C227]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You hum back. "Interested?"|Chap1C228]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["You came to my welcome party," you state, before adding. "Why?"|Chap1C229]]
*[["Anyone hungry?" you ask both. "I didn't eat much at the party."|Chap1C230]]
*[["I saw Maxime tried to talk to you too," you turn your attention to your bestie.|Chap1C231]]<span class="icon">♡</span><<set $illcookchap1eki to "no">><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel leans back thoughtfully, $a_their gaze up towards the roof of the vehicle.
"Maxime," $a_they muses aloud, fingertips idly tracing the plush leather seat. "Well, as you said– ambitious to a fault." one corner of $a_their lips quirks upward. "Gotta admire that kind of single-minded drive, even if the methods leave something to be desired."
"I didn't mean it that way," you retort. Your shoulders sag as you shake your head, heart racing. "I just wanted to know if... nevermind."
Athiel frowns. "What did you mean then?"
"Nothing," you clear your throat.
You don't wanna hear it. Whatever the answer is, you don’t wanna hear it. It's clear Maxime made an impression on Athiel and you don't want to hear $a_them say as much.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C232">><</button>><<set $illcookchap1eki to "no">><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>You try to keep your tone casual as you add, "Maxime just seems focused, y'know? Willing to do what it takes to get ahead. That kind of drive can really take someone places."
Clearing your throat, you avert your gaze out the passenger window. "Not that there's anything wrong with that.”
Up front, Ekissa suddenly finds the volume knob very intriguing. A smirk tugs at the corner of $j_their lips, already sensing the subtle tension in your response. You hate it when $j_they can read you like a fucking open book.
Athiel simply hums simply but doesn't say anything more. Something that irks you even more. You want to know. You want to open that head of $a_theirs to see what's lying behind that dismissive mask. To see what $a_they thinks about Maxime.
You risk a peek at $a_their reflection.
Cursing your heart racing under that piercing blue gaze, you focus stubbornly out at the passing streets. Why did you have to say things like that about Maxime? They don't need you to sell them and praise their exploit to Athiel. They don't need you at all.
It's dumb. You and Athiel aren't that close, $a_they spends most of $a_their time mocking you and here you are, trying to read $a_them, to know if Maxime has their chance with $a_them. There's no logical reason for a twinge of... what, jealousy? Possessiveness over $a_their interest? Shaking your head, you chase away the thought.
Still, you can't help but feel Athiel's eyes linger on you curiously through the mirror now. And damn if it doesn't make your pulse stir all over again.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C232">><</button>><<set $illcookchap1eki to "no">><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel arches a brow, though you catch the faint ghost of a smirk. "About Maxime?"
"Who else?"
Athiel holds your gaze for a beat before glancing away, the flicker of something unreadable passing across $a_their features. "Just interested in observing how their game plays out."
Yet $a_they doesn't exactly deny it either.
Before you can probe further, Ekissa snorts loudly from the driver's seat. "Please. If Athiel was into anyone, it'd be $a_themself."
Athiel shoots $j_them a glare through the rearview mirror. "Don't project your insecurities onto me."
Ekissa's fingers flex sharply on the steering wheel, but $j_they says nothing, jaw clenched tight. An awkward tension fills the small space as you glance between the two, wondering if it's time to go back to normal with the usual heated argument between them both.
But to your surprise, Athiel is the first to break the silence, uttering a small sigh. "Bad form, that. Sorry."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C232">><</button>><<set $illcookchap1eki to "no">>$a_They seems briefly taken aback by the direct question, hesitating before answering with a slight shrug. "$namet drove me."
Ekissa huffs a disbelieving laugh from the driver's seat. "Bullshit. $namet wouldn't bring your ass unless you forced $t_them to. And you did. I was here, remember?"
Athiel scowls, clearly not appreciating being called out. But after a tense moment, $a_their shoulders drop with what seems like reluctant honesty.
"Alright, fine. I was... curious." $a_they looks away and after a moment, $a_their blue eyes back to you through the rearview mirror. "That's all."
"Uh-huh," Ekissa comments, not buying it one bit.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C232">><</button>>A pause.
"Can't you leave $a_them there?" Ekissa asks, voice hopeful.
"I'm afraid we can't get rid of $a_them, Eki'," you reply, a small smile playing on your lips. "And we came with $a_their car."
"I can always come pick you up and come back fast."
You never heard your best friend so eager to get rid of someone. Ah wait, you did. With $namel. "You do know $a_they'll always find a way in, right?"
Ekissa groans at that. "Alright, alright... Want me to start cooking somethin' for us?"
Now that's something you'd like to avoid.
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*[["How about we let Athiel cook?" you propose, preferring swallowing your pride and asking Athiel instead of swallowing whatever food Ekissa will cook.|Chap1C27]]
*[["Do you want me to die?" you tease.|Chap1C28]]
*[["I don't know you but I don't think that's a great idea to let you cook," you say playfully. "I'll cook, okay? Leave it to me before we all end up at the hospital."|Chap1C29]]
*[["No," you say quickly, too quickly. Backtracking, you clear your throat. "I mean, that's nice of you but I'll cook."|Chap1C30]]
*[["Yeeeaaah, sure," you don't hide the skepticism in your voice. "Why not?"|Chap1C31]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when he tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when she tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<</if>><<set $illcookchap1eki to "yes">>"I'll cook you something at home if you want," Ekissa reassures, eyes on the road.
You wrinkle your nose, masking it with a smile when Ekissa glances your way. "Cool, thanks, bestie."
"Did you forget your food is disgusting?" Athiel quips.
Ekissa glowers at the model through the rearview mirror. "I can cook something edible alright."
Athiel and you exchange a look before the model raises $a_their hands in surrender. "Right, I won’t argue with you on this."
"Mh-hmm," you acquiesce, neither agreeing, nor denying.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C232">><</button>><<set $illcookchap1eki to "no">><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>"Nah, they're not really my type." Ekissa scoffs lightly as $j_they darts a sly glance your way. "I prefer the emotionally constipated sort."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Oh, so I'm supposed to be the emotionally constipated sort?" you huff a laugh.<<else>>“Am I supposed to fall in the emotionally constipated category?” you arch an eyebrow.<</if>>
Your best friend just grunts, biting back a grin as $j_they keeps $j_their eyes on the road ahead. "They babbled at me for all of two seconds before getting distracted by something sparkly."
$j_Their tone holds no real malice, Maxime simply isn't $j_their type. But you can't help the tiny stab of discomfort at the image of them cozying up to Ekissa, however briefly. After all, Ekissa doesn't owe you anything.
Not that you're jealous. Just...protective of your friend's affections. Yes, that's it.<<if $jealous == "no">>You’re not the type to be jealous anyway. Well… doesn’t mean you like having this kind of image in your head.<</if>>
From the backseat, Athiel quirks a curious brow at your exchanged glances. $a_Their gaze seems to pick up on the subtle undercurrents between you two. Ever the entertainer, $a_they leans forward again with a teasing smirk. "My, my...trouble in paradise already? Do share with the class what's <i>really</i> got you so riled up, darling."
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes, unfazed. "There's nothing to share. Can it, Athiel."
But $j_their blunt dismissal only eggs Athiel on.
"Methinks the <<if $genderrot == "man">>gentleman<<else>>lady<</if>> doth protest too much," $a_they sing-songs smugly. $a_Their teasing smirk takes the sting out of the gentle jab.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C232">><</button>>After about 20 more minutes of driving through city streets, Ekissa maneuvers $j_their car down the quiet residential street, following behind $namet's taillights until they take the turn into $namel's driveway. $j_They pulls up curbside in front of your place.
"Home sweet home," Ekissa sighs, cutting the ignition. You offer $j_them a smile and grateful pat on the shoulder as Athiel exits from the backseat, stretching widely like a cat in the moonlight.
"Ugh, finally. I thought that drive would never end," the model complains dramatically, though there's no real heat behind the words.
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "It was 20 minutes. What, did all the excitement of the party wear you out?"
Athiel levels you with an unimpressed stare but says nothing. You climb out, joining Athiel as $a_they stretches $a_their long limbs with a sigh. "'Bout time. Thought I'd go stiff back there."
$namet helps a still-giggly $namel from the passenger seat. Spotting you all, the older Melth waves sloppily. "G'night, kids! Don't party too hard without me!"
$namet offers an apologetic smile. "Goodnight. Sorry about all this."
<<if $LL >= 5>>"G’night, $name!" the old $l_man throw you a charming smile.
<</if>>$namet sighs as $t_they assists $t_their $l_dad towards their home, $namel throws back one last exclamation. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Not without me at least!"
Once they're inside, you shake your head fondly. "Some party, huh?"
<<if $illcookchap1eki == "no">>"A real rager," Ekissa deadpans, joining you both on the sidewalk. "Well, I'm beat. Night, losers."
$j_They unlocks the front door, Athiel trailing inside with a languid stretch. You give one final wave to your friends before locking the front door and joining your room upstairs.<<else>>"A real rager," Ekissa deadpans, joining you both on the sidewalk. "Gotta cook for a certain someone before going to bed."
"Thanks," you reply with a small smile.
$j_They unlock the front door, with Athiel trailing inside and stretching languidly. Athiel is the first to head upstairs while Ekissa gets you something easy to cook. It was... something, but at least you had something in your belly. Your best friend quickly settled in for some sleep, and you followed after finishing your plate.<</if>>
Once upstairs, $catname chirps a greeting from his bed near the window. His furry head lifts expectantly, tail flicking as you approach to give his chin a rub.
"Hi buddy, missed me?" you murmur. His purrs are answer enough. Scooping him into your arms, $catname nuzzles your neck, tiny sandpaper tongue darting out to lap affectionately. You hug him to your chest with a sigh.
"At least someone's happy to see me. You haven't gotten yourself in trouble, I hope?" his purrs intensify in response as you snort. At least he doesn't piss on your clothes anymore now that he can't fight for $namee's affection.
Carrying him to bed, you settle against the pillows with him lying on your chest, his fur beneath your fingertips. Soon enough his purrs join the chorus of crickets outside to lull you closer to dreams.
"Sweet dreams, buddy. Thanks for keeping the bad thoughts away." your murmur, eyes closing shut into lumber.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C233">><</button>><b>13:07
Melth Cosmetics Corporation - Cafeteria</b>
During your break, you sit at a table near the open cafeteria windows <<cycle "$smoke" autoselect>><<option "with a cigarette between your fingers and a pen in the other hand">><<option "with a pen between your fingers">><</cycle>>. Today you're reviewing $namel's plans for next week, making sure everything needed is accounted for.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C233.smo">><</button>><<if $smoke == "with a cigarette between your fingers and a pen in the other hand">><<set $smoke to "yes">><<else>><<set $smoke to "no">><</if>>The week passed in a blur; before you knew it, you had gotten accustomed to the workload and pressure of your role in the company. Being an assistant definitely demands as much work as any other position. You've already pulled a few all-nighters to finish some last-minute tasks that ultimately ended up being more work than initially expected.
This work is no joke. Not that you thought that it was, but when $namel asked you to be $l_their assistant, this is not how you first pictured it. You feel your brain melting each time you sit at your desk and spend your day staring at a screen. But you gotta hand it to yourself—you're adjusting to the high pace and pressure like a champ so far.
<<if $smoke == "yes">>You take another drag, tapping ash out the open window as a soft breeze ruffles the paperwork.<</if>> At least the quick breaks in the cafeteria give your brain a minute to reset, even if it's spent thinking through next week's million-mile to-do list.
<<if $routecul == "yes">>"Still with me?" the voice coming from your phone pulls you from your daydream.
"Yeah, sorry, I completely spaced out. This week's been nuts," you clear your throat. "So? What were you saying?"
"About that dinner," Thomas repeats gently. "Think it'd be okay for you this Saturday?"
<<if $smoke == "yes">>You take another pull of your cigarette, exhaling smoke calmly as Thomas' question registers<<else>>You hum as Thomas' question registers<</if>>. A dinner, right. Your mind was so clouded with work, you forgot about him and his offer to have dinner with him and his wife at his place.
"Saturday, huh?" You mull it over briefly, flipping through your mental calendar. Nothing pressing comes to your mind right now. "Yeah, I think I can swing that. What did you have in mind?"
"Wonderful, I'm glad to hear it," Thomas replies warmly over the phone. You can practically hear the smile in his voice, and you met the old guy only once. "Therese was hoping to make her famous chicken fricassee. We'd love for you to join us."
<<if $smoke == "yes">>Taking one last drag of your cigarette, you tamp it out in the ashtray, giving the conversation your full attention.<</if>>"Chicken fricassee, huh? Alright, tell your wife I'll be there."
Thomas chuckles warmly. "I'll be sure to let her know. What time should we expect you Saturday?"
You pause to flip mentally through your schedule. "How's 6pm? Hopefully that gives you two enough time to get everything ready."
"6 o'clock is perfect. We'll see you then."
"Oh and Thomas," you say before he can hang up.
"Mh?"
"Was it you?" you ask, your fingers drumming against the table's surface. "The flowers, I mean. Was it from you?"
"The flowers...?" Thomas hums. A beat. "A-Ah, yes, yes, that was me. Did you like it?"
"You know you don't have to apologize every time, right?" you remind him with a raised brow, remembering the card's message.
He chuckles awkwardly over the phone. "But I am sorry. I made you drive me back to my house and you had to listen to this old man worrying for you. I'm just glad you don't see me like a pervert anymore."
"Well, it's not everyday I meet someone who knows my name when I don't know theirs," you point out. "You came out of nowhere, asked about $namee and told me you wanted to talk to me. If it's not creepy, I dunno what is."
"I know... It's just..." A heavy sigh crackles through the line. "Losing someone is..an experience unlike any other. The loneliness, the what-ifs...they stay with you always, in ways others can't understand unless they've been through it too. I didn't want you to feel like you're alone. I didn't want you to go through this without anyone to bring you some lightness in your life. To show you it's okay to be happy."
A beat of silent before Thomas speaks again. "But enough gloomy talk. What's past is past, and I'm grateful you've given an old fool a chance to prove himself as maybe... a friend?"
You can hear the smile returning to his voice. "So 6 o'clock Saturday, yes? Therese will be over the moon. Now you better get back to work, I've kept you long enough as it is!"
"Alright, talk to you later Thomas," you reply with a small smile.
"Oh, one last thing before I let you go," Thomas adds quickly before you have a chance to end the call.
You press back the phone against your ear curiously.
"How have things been going with the new job?"
Your smile widens a tad at his casual question. You lean back in your chair, taking a moment to consider your response. "It's been...something, that's for sure. The workload is intense and it's pretty non-stop."
Thomas hums knowingly. "I can imagine. Melth Cosmetics has never been known for leisurely pace."
"You know the company?"
"You think I live in a cave?" he barks a laugh. "Of course I know this company. $namel's company is well-known ever for an old dog like me."
A dry chuckle escapes you. "Yeah, no kidding. Some days I feel like I'm drowning in all these papers and plannings and calls and-"
You stop yourself with a sigh, before continuing.
"But the work itself is really interesting. And $namel's been a great mentor so far, helping me with some stuff I was struggling with." A faint smile tugs at your lips. "The people too, even if some are..."
"Eccentric?" Thomas supplies with a warm chuckle. "Yes, that family has always marched to the beat of their own drum, as I'm sure you've noticed by now."
"That's putting it mildly. But they do certainly keep things lively around here, I'll give them that." Glancing at your watch, you sigh once more. "Anyway, I should really be getting back. Lots still to tackle before the end of the day."
"Of course, of course, I won't keep you any longer. Just wanted to check in." Thomas' voice is fond as ever. "Take care now, and I'll see you Saturday!"
"See you then. Thanks for calling, Thomas." And with a final farewell, you end the call.<<else>>"Um... $name?" the voice coming from your phone pulls you from your daydream.
"Yeah, sorry, I completely spaced out. This week's been nuts," you clear your throat. "So? What were you saying?"
"About that dinner," Emily repeats hesitantly. "I was thinking, maybe... it'd be okay for you this Saturday? Or not, if you're too busy, it's okay too, We can push back our dinner to another day."
<<if $smoke == "yes">>You take another pull of your cigarette, exhaling smoke calmly as Emily's question registers<<else>>You hum as Emily's question registers<</if>>. A dinner, right. Your mind was so clouded by work, you forgot about her and her offer to have dinner with her and her wife at their place.
"Saturday, huh?" You mull it over briefly, flipping through your mental calendar. Nothing pressing comes to your mind right now. "Yeah, I think I can swing that. What did you have in mind?"
"Really...? Thank god, I'm glad to hear it," the doctor sighs in relief over the phone. "Horia was hoping to cook you the new recipes she found. We'd love for you to join us."
<<if $smoke == "yes">>Taking one last drag of your cigarette, you tamp it out in the ashtray, giving the conversation your full attention.<</if>>"Alright, tell your wife I'll be there."
"Horia will be so pleased. She was worried your job might keep you too busy," Emily says, a hint of appreciation softening her words. "We'll plan for 6 o'clock Saturday then? I'll text you our address."
"Works for me," you agree.
"And... How have things been going with the new job?"
Your smile widens a tad at her casual question. You lean back in your chair, taking a moment to consider your response. "It's been...something, that's for sure. The workload is intense and it's pretty non-stop."
Emily hums knowingly. "I can imagine. Melth Cosmetics has never been known for leisurely pace."
"You know the company?"
"I kind of..." she hesitates before chuckling awkwardly. "...searched on the internet. I was curious about your new job when you told me the other day when I called you. The company seems a bit stressful, but that $namel looks like a good $l_man."
A dry chuckle escapes you. "Yeah, no kidding. Some days I feel like I'm drowning in all these papers and plannings and calls and–"
You stop yourself with a sigh, before continuing.
"But the work itself is really interesting. And $namel's been a great mentor so far, helping me with some stuff I was struggling with.” A faint smile tugs at your lips. "The people too, even if some are..."
"Eccentric?" she supplies. "I hope no one tried anything on you. Especially knowing $namel seems to have a soft spot for you."
"That's putting it mildly. But they do certainly keep things lively around here, I'll give them that." glancing at your watch, you sigh once more. But before she can hang up, you add. "Oh, and Emily?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Was it you?" you ask, your fingers drumming on the flat surface of the table. "The flowers, I mean. Was it you?"
"The flowers...? What flo–" Emily stop mid-sentence. "Oh, those flowers. Yes, that was me. Did you like it? I didn't know what to take you, so I bought a bit of everything."
"You know you don't have to apologize every time, right?" you remind her with a raised brow, remembering the card's message.
Emily lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Old habits die hard, I suppose. But I'm glad you enjoyed them."
"You know," she starts. Pausing a moment, she clears her throat. "I think... I think I just wanted to remind you you're not alone too. Bring some... light in your life, I guess? I know flowers won't change the way you feel but... I don't know. I hoped it'd make you feel better, even if a little bit. Death is... a difficult process and I want to be here for you."
A beat of silence before Emily speaks again. "But enough gloomy talk. What's past is past, and I'm grateful you've given me a chance to prove myself as maybe... a friend?"
You can hear the smile returning to her voice. "So 6 o'clock Saturday, yes? Horia will be over the moon when I'll tell her you'll be here. Now you should probably get back to work, I've kept you long enough as it is."
"Alright, talk to you later Emily," you reply as you end the call.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C234">><</button>><<if $routemax == "yes">>"Who was it?"
You glance up in slight surprise as Maxime place their lunch tray across from you, grin already in place as they take a seat.
"Making plans for the weekend already?" they inquire lightly, nodding towards your phone in a way that makes you think your conversation wasn't entirely private. But one thing you've learned, there are few secrets in this office for long.
Doesn't mean you gotta spill your gut to the first person asking.
"Just confirming dinner plans with some friends," you reply vaguely, quickly shuffling the paperwork into haphazard piles in hopes it disguises your lingering thoughts.
Maxime hums knowingly as they unpack their salad. "<<if $routedoc == "yes">>Emily and Horia<<else>>Thomas and Therese<</if>>?"
"How do you know them?" you frown in confusion. Maybe you should be more careful around them after all.
They jerk their chin to your phone. "You were on speaker, smartass."
You let out a short huff of amusement, leaning back in your chair. "Alright, point taken."
Your mind briefly wanders as Maxime digs in on their meal. To be honest, you're still getting used to having a whole new community of colleagues and acquaintances. It's been a while since you've been this surrounded by people, keeping mostly to yourself aside from Ekissa and a few others. You forgot how to act in social situations. You forgot how to interact with people outside your already very limited circle of friends.
But ever since you arrived in this company, it's like you've been thrust headfirst into a whirlwind of new relationships, professional and personal alike. Some days it's almost dizzying trying to get a proper read on everyone and where exactly you stand with them. Some make their best to help you while others keep their distance, probably thinking how unfair it is for you to have a job like this so easily just because you're $namel's friend.
Maxime must mistake your silence for distraction, because they flash a bright grin across the table. "So...? Had Athiel’s number for me?"
You arche a brow. "I told you, you should ask $a_them yourself. I'm not giving you $a_their number. You wouldn't be the first fan trying to get $a_their number through me."
"Oh c'mooon," they whine.
"You don't even want $a_their number for $a_them but for what $a_they could give you," you shake your head.
They shrug. "I mean, we gotta use everything to got what we want. I'm ambitious. And if I have $a_them on my corner, I'm sure $a_they could influence $namel's opinion of me. If I'm lucky enough, I'll be design director before you know it."
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*[["Again with the manipulation?" you sigh, a migraine already starting.|Chap1C235M1]]
*[["Not again," you groan.|Chap1C235M2]]
*[["Maxime," you try to turn them down gently. "Not now, please."|Chap1C235M3]]
*[[You chuckle. "You're shameless."|Chap1C235M4]]
*[[You hum, not really listening.|Chap1C235M5]]<<else>>You glance up in slight surprise as Chelsea places her lunch tray across from you, severe features already in place as she takes a seat.
"A dinner?" she adds, nodding towards your phone in a way that makes you think your conversation wasn't entirely private. But one thing you've learned, there are few secrets in this office for long.
Doesn't mean you gotta spill your gut to the first person asking.
"Just confirming dinner plans with some friends," you reply vaguely, quickly shuffling the paperwork into haphazard piles in hopes it disguises your lingering thoughts.
Chelsea hums knowingly. "<<if $routedoc == "yes">>Emily and Horia<<else>>Therese and Thomas<</if>>?"
You blink at her, wondering if she has some sort of power you weren't aware of. "How did you know?"
"You were on speaker," she states.
Great, no privacy even in your break these days it seems. You shoot Chelsea an amused look. "Getting a little nosy, aren't we?"
She shrugs unapologetically, focusing her sharp gaze on slicing her grilled chicken. "Just making conversation. Things can get boring eating alone every day."
Chelsea was always straight to the point, never one to mince words or sugarcoat. That's partly why you trust her more than some co-workers here.
Her next words catch you off guard. "You've adjusted well for a newcomer."
The compliment is more than surprising. It's rare to see Chelsea praise so openly or praise someone at all. Her penchant for criticism is a legend around here. You've never been at the end of her cutting words, though. Not yet at least.
You give a noncommittal nod, not wanting to lose face. "I'm trying."
A wry smile tugs at Chelsea's stern mouth. "$namel's no easy boss, I'm sure. But you've handled $l_their antics and high standards admirably so far." Another bite of salad, eyes scrutinizing as she adds: "Keep it up and there may be room for growth if you want it."
No way. Is she really encouraging you? You blink, caught off guard by this softer side. She's definitely in a good mood today. Chelsea's always been a hardass toeing the line between assisting and scolding $namel. Hearing approval from her means something. Especially for someone who just arrived in the company like you.
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*[[A warm smile curves your lips. "Thanks, I appreciate that. This job's definitely testing me but I'm learning a lot."|Chap1C235CH1]]
*[[You nod in appreciation. "Thanks."|Chap1C235CH1]]
*[["Do I?" you grin.|Chap1C235CH1]]
*[["I'm doing my best," you shrug.|Chap1C235CH1]]
*[["Mh."|Chap1C235CH1]]<</if>>"But you have to be faster," she bursts your bubble. "We give deadlines for a reason and until now you've been good at providing the work in time, but you need to be faster."
And here we go. It's not the first time she has thrown compliments at you only to give you a harsh advice. You can see her compliments are genuine, though, so you're not complaining... much.
"I'm doing my best here, you know?" you throw her a wry smile.
"But it's not enough," she says sternly. "You're not working as a cashier or whatever work you did before. This work demands time, efficient work and-"
You nod, knowing better than to argue when Chelsea's in full director mode. "Point taken, you're right. I can always improve..."
But she's not done. Her next words come brusque but not unkind: "Learn to prioritize. Don't waste time on trivial tasks, focus only on what directly impacts deadlines. And take your full breaks. You can't keep optimal pace if you are burning out with overtime. This job demands excellence but not at cost of your wellbeing."
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I know, I know. Deadlines are non-negotiable here and I'm still learning to match the pace."
Chelsea levels a serious look. "Then learn faster. You have potential but potential means nothing without follow-through."
You internally groan at Chelsea's classic routine, the backhanded compliments before launching into criticism. Gotta love a double-edged performance review right in the middle of lunch. Still, you try to take her feedback with a grain of salt. Key word being 'try'.
"I hear you," you reply calmly. "I'll try prioritizing the core tasks over small stuff."
Chelsea hums. "See that you do. Dropping unimportant fluff will free up space. And don't forget self-care, a rested mind works sharper."
Was that...actual concern glinting behind those glasses? You flash a bemused grin. "Never thought I'd see the day you advise me to take it easy."
She snorts. "I said rest, not slack off. And don't get used to sentiment, this place eats the weak for breakfast. I'm just making sure our assets stay in top form."
"Gee thanks," you sigh, actually earning a laugh from the woman.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C236">><</button>>Maxime rolls their eyes good-naturedly. "Ah don't look at me like that. I gotta look out for numero uno around here."
You level them with a stern look. "Using people isn't what will make you succeed or happy in the long run, trust me."
"Maybe, maybe not," they shrug, undeterred. "All's fair in love and corporate ladder-climbing as far as I'm concerned."
"Well, some of us prefer doing things the right way." you reply, done with the topic.
Maxime raises their hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. No need to get your panties in a twist, I was just having a little fun."
You lean back in your chair, wrinkling your nose. You've been used to Maxime's antics through the past days.
Maxime's manipulation and ambition are entertaining at best, annoying as fuck at worst depending on your headache level that day. And right now? Right now your brain feels like mush after so much work through weeks of back to back tasks. Right now you just wanna enjoy your damn break in peace without all the shark politics. But you gotta give it to Max, their ambition is exactly what it takes to rise up fast in this cutthroat department.
At the same time, using people and kissing ass along the way leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Definitely not what you'd do. It looks too tiring. Occasionally, why not? But Maxime doesn't appear to have a pause button.
"Look, do what you gotta do. But manipulating people like Athiel is just asking for trouble," you say tiredly. "Trust me, you think $a_they's all charming and sweet? They're probably the last person you want to piss off."
Maxime shrugs, unfazed. "Easy for you to say, you waltzed into the cushy assistant role no problem. While the rest of us gotta fight dirty for our wins."
You offer no reply. You knew they'd say this. It's always too easy for them to throw this in your face. You're too tired to debate right now anyway.
"Too hard to admit?" they continue.
"Too annoying to hear."
They nod with a chuckle. "Yeah, figures."
After a moment of silence, they slide a drink toward you.
"Poison?"
"Coffee," they snort.
You shake your head. A peace offering. That's often what they do when they realize they're going too far. You seemed to be the only one they could probably call friend. The other persons with who they hang out with are as manipulative as them, so not really their friend. While Maxime can be rather... excessive in some situation, they're also someone attentive and almost gentle when they want to. Almost.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C236">><</button>>Maxime lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, have it your way. But don't blame me when I'm director and you're still fetching coffee."
"I don't fetch coffee," you remind them for the–you don't even know how many times.
"You could," they tease.
Their grin takes any sting from the words, but you shake your head firmly. "Using people like that won't get you anywhere good in the long run."
"Ah, so naive." they wave away the advice, your eye twitching. "Welcome to the real world, $name. It's all about who you know."
You merely shrug. "Maybe. But I'd rather keep my head high without all the politicking, thanks."
Maxime laughs brightly at that. "You'll grow bitter before long at this rate. But hey, your choice."
You lean back in your chair, wrinkling your nose. You've been used to Maxime's antics through the past days.
Maxime's manipulation and ambition are entertaining at best, annoying as fuck at worst depending on your headache level that day. And right now? Right now your brain feels like mush after so much work through weeks of back to back tasks. Right now you just wanna enjoy your damn break in peace without all the shark politics. But you gotta give it to Max, their ambition is exactly what it takes to rise up fast in this cutthroat department.
At the same time, using people and kissing ass along the way leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Definitely not what you'd do. It looks too tiring. Occasionally, why not? But Maxime doesn't appear to have a pause button.
"Look, do what you gotta do. But manipulating people like Athiel is just asking for trouble," you say tiredly. "Trust me, you think $a_they's all charming and sweet? They're probably the last person you want to piss off."
Maxime shrugs, unfazed. "Easy for you to say, you waltzed into the cushy assistant role no problem. While the rest of us gotta fight dirty for our wins."
You offer no reply. You knew they'd say this. It's always too easy for them to throw this in your face. You're too tired to debate right now anyway.
"Too hard to admit?" they continue.
"Too annoying to hear."
They nod with a chuckle. "Yeah, figures."
After a moment of silence, they slide a drink toward you.
"Poison?"
"Coffee," they snort.
You shake your head. A peace offering. That's often what they do when they realize they're going too far. You seemed to be the only one they could probably call friend. The other persons with who they hang out with are as manipulative as them, so not really their friend. While Maxime can be rather... excessive dans certain aspect, they're also someone attentive and almost gentle when they want to. Almost.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C236">><</button>>Maxime lets out a tired sigh at your reply. "Sorry...guess it comes across as pretty cutthroat, huh?"
Their smile doesn't quite meet their eyes this time. You eye them thoughtfully, sensing the shift in their composure, their shoulders slump in defeat and eyes downcast. Reaching across, you give their hand a brief, consoling squeeze.
"Hey, ambition isn't a bad thing. And I'm not saying you can't talk about it with me, but maybe tone it down for today, yeah?" You offer an encouraging smile.
Maxime blinks seemingly caught off guard by such genuine optimism from you. Then slowly, a real smile blooms. "Thanks. I... needed to hear that, I think. By the way, did you hear that–"
They launch in another way of theirs to get Athiel on their side as you sigh. No time to relax for you it seems.
You lean back in your chair, wrinkling your nose. You've been used to Maxime's antics through the past days.
Maxime's manipulation and ambition are entertaining at best, annoying as fuck at worst depending on your headache level that day. And right now? Right now your brain feels like mush after so much work through weeks of back to back tasks. Right now you just wanna enjoy your damn break in peace without all the shark politics. But you gotta give it to Max, their ambition is exactly what it takes to rise up fast in this cutthroat department.
At the same time, using people and kissing ass along the way leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Definitely not what you'd do. It looks too tiring. Occasionally, why not? But Maxime doesn't appear to have a pause button.
"Look, do what you gotta do. But manipulating people like Athiel is just asking for trouble," you say tiredly. "Trust me, you think $a_they's all charming and sweet? They're probably the last person you want to piss off."
Maxime shrugs, unfazed. "Easy for you to say, you waltzed into the cushy assistant role no problem. While the rest of us gotta fight dirty for our wins."
You offer no reply. You knew they'd say this. It's always too easy for them to throw this in your face. You're too tired to debate right now anyway.
"Too hard to admit?" they continue.
"Too annoying to hear."
They nod with a chuckle. "Yeah, figures."
After a moment of silence, they slide a drink toward you.
"Poison?"
"Coffee," they snort.
You shake your head. A peace offering. That's often what they do when they realize they're going too far. You seemed to be the only one they could probably call friend. The other persons with who they hang out with are as manipulative as them, so not really their friend. While Maxime can be rather... excessive dans certain aspect, they're also someone attentive and almost gentle when they want to. Almost.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C236">><</button>>Maxime offers an unrepentant smirk around a bite of their food. "Guilty as charged. Can't blame me for playing the game."
Setting down your paperwork with a sigh, you meet their gaze evenly. "Look, I get the hustle. But using people as stepping stones won't win you any real allies or respect in the long run. You're just gonna earn enemies when they'll realize you're using them."
They quirk a sculpted brow. "And you have $namel's undying respect now through what, charming smiles alone?"
You huff a laugh. "Touché. But our friendship is genuine. I'm not using $l_them. I'm just saying, real relationships pay off more."
Maxime considers this absently. Maybe they're finally understanding. You doubt it, but l'espoir fait vivre.
"Real allies have value too when shit hits the fan." Their smile turns mischievous. "So should I give Athiel a call then and try this genuine thing you're talking about?"
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Laying it on a bit thick, don't you think?"
"Does that mean yes?"
You sigh. "No."
You lean back in your chair, wrinkling your nose. You've been used to Maxime's antics through the past days.
Maxime's manipulation and ambition are entertaining at best, annoying as fuck at worst depending on your headache level that day. And right now? Right now your brain feels like mush after so much work through weeks of back to back tasks. Right now you just wanna enjoy your damn break in peace without all the shark politics. But you gotta give it to Max, their ambition is exactly what it takes to rise up fast in this cutthroat department.
At the same time, using people and kissing ass along the way leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Definitely not what you'd do. It looks too tiring. Occasionally, why not? But Maxime doesn't appear to have a pause button.
"Look, do what you gotta do. But manipulating people like Athiel is just asking for trouble," you say tiredly. "Trust me, you think $a_they's all charming and sweet? They're probably the last person you want to piss off."
Maxime shrugs, unfazed. "Easy for you to say, you waltzed into the cushy assistant role no problem. While the rest of us gotta fight dirty for our wins."
You offer no reply. You knew they'd say this. It's always too easy for them to throw this in your face. You're too tired to debate right now anyway.
"Too hard to admit?" they continue.
"Too annoying to hear."
They nod with a chuckle. "Yeah, figures."
After a moment of silence, they slide a drink toward you.
"Poison?"
"Coffee," they snort.
You shake your head. A peace offering. That's often what they do when they realize they're going too far. You seemed to be the only one they could probably call friend. The other persons with who they hang out with are as manipulative as them so not really their friend. While Maxime can be rather... excessive dans certain aspect, they're also someone attentive and almost gentle when they want to. Almost.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C236">><</button>>You lean back in your chair, wrinkling your nose. You've been used to Maxime's antics through the past days.
Maxime's manipulation and ambition are entertaining at best, annoying as fuck at worst depending on your headache level that day. And right now? Right now your brain feels like mush after so much work through weeks of back to back tasks. Right now you just wanna enjoy your damn break in peace without all the shark politics. But you gotta give it to Max, their ambition is exactly what it takes to rise up fast in this cutthroat department.
At the same time, using people and kissing ass along the way leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Definitely not what you'd do. It looks too tiring. Occasionally, why not? But Maxime doesn't appear to have a pause button.
"Look, do what you gotta do. But manipulating people like Athiel is just asking for trouble," you say tiredly. "Trust me, you think $a_they's all charming and sweet? They're probably the last person you want to piss off."
Maxime shrugs, unfazed. "Easy for you to say, you waltzed into the cushy assistant role no problem. While the rest of us gotta fight dirty for our wins."
You offer no reply. You knew they'd say this. It's always too easy for them to throw this in your face. You're too tired to debate right now anyway.
"Too hard to admit?" they continue.
"Too annoying to hear."
They nod with a chuckle. "Yeah, figures."
After a moment of silence, they slide a drink toward you.
"Poison?"
"Coffee," they snort.
You shake your head. A peace offering. That's often what they do when they realize they're going too far. You seemed to be the only one they could probably call friend. The other persons with who they hang out with are as manipulative as them, so not really their friend. While Maxime can be rather... excessive dans certain aspect, they're also someone attentive and almost gentle when they want to. Almost.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C236">><</button>><b>15:11
Melth Cosmetics Corporation - Fourth floor</b>
You sigh as you skim through the latest file of performance reports, making notes in the margins for $namel. Manager people like CEOs sure never clock out, even in supposed downtime.
First time you heard you'd be in charge of reception on top of dealing with $namel's calendar among other stuff, you thought you'd be overloaded but guess what? No one came, not even co-workers. The only one dropping by from time to time is $namet to check on you and to scold $t_their $l_father for whatever new thing $namel did.
Reception isn't exactly thrilling, but it keeps you in the loop, first line of contact.
Just then, the elevator dings its arrival. You look up with a polite greeting, only to pause at the sight of a stern-faced woman storming towards the desk. Eyes narrowed with intent, lips pursed in a tight line. Uh-oh, this can't be good. You spoke too fast about having no one here.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" you ask, voice as soothing as you can muster given her wired demeanor.
"I need to speak to $namel Melth. Now," she demands sharply, voice carrying an irritated bite.
Her eyes are wide, looking around the hall like a beast ready to pounce. You just hope you won't be the one she pounces at.
You resist the urge to sigh. "Do you have an appointment?"
Better try smoothing things up before she <i>does</i> pounce at you.
The woman scoffs like your question personally offended her. "I don't need an appointment. Tell $l_them Marla Paxman is here and it's about that shitty eyeshadow $l_they sent to stores!"
A complaint then. You nod in understanding. "Just one moment, let me check <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth's availability."
Swiftly you check $namel's schedule on the tablet. Of course $l_they has to be busy right now with the marketing director. No room for interruptions, it seems. Best try diffusing this touchy customer yourself instead of passing the bomb... even if you're itching to call $namet to take care of it.
But you're a good assistant, right? You're just gonna...
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*[[Use your people skills.|Chap1C237]]
*[[Use your logic and fact skills.|Chap1C238]]
*[[Use your authority and intimidating skills.|Chap1C239]]
*[[Use your annoying rambles skills.|Chap1C240]]<<set $taffskills to "pplskills">>You flash Marla your most disarming smile. "I understand your frustration Ms. Paxman, but <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth is currently in an important meeting."
Pausing politely, you gauge her reaction, nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge. Yep, definitely gonna need your silver tongue on this one.
"However, I'd be happy to look into your complaint myself and help you the best I can. Why don't we sit down so you can tell me the full details?"
Marla eyes you warily but takes a seat across your desk with a huff. "This better not be a waste of time."
"I promise you it won't be," you reply smoothly. "Now, can you tell me what seems to be the issue with the eyeshadow?"
She launches into her complaint. "That new palette you sent to my boutique, remember? Well, let me tell you, worst quality I've seen from Melth Cosmetics. Half the shades were powdery messes, others barely showed up! My customers were starting to say it was my fault! My reputation is at stake here. You made me lose customers, this is all your fault!"
You nod understandingly, scribbling notes. "I see... When did you receive this palette?"
Marla purses her lips, thinking. "Few weeks ago now. Part of the spring collection rollout I think, something like that."
"Do you still have the palette? A picture maybe? That could help my investigation," you suggest diplomatically.
Reaching into her enormous handbag, Marla produces the offending product with a scowl. You take visuals of the palette from all angles, making mental notes on inconsistencies in the pans.
You turn the object over before your gaze catches the name of the brand. While Melth Cosmetics Corporation's parent brand's name was 'YOURS', this one decided to be called 'YOUR'.
"How much?" you ask absently.
"What?" Marla frowns.
"For how much did you buy these palettes and which third party sold them to you?"
Marla purses her lips, thinking back. "I believe the palettes retailed for around $55 a piece. And I purchased..."
Her brow furrows as she rifles through memories of buyers and orders. "Now that I think about it, I'm almost sure my boutique had a little... problem. The packaging wasn't quite right... but we thought it was just new ones, so we didn't really pay too much attention to it."
You nod, jotting down notes. "Do you recall who the third-party distributor was?"
"I'd have to check invoices back at the store. Everything's a blur with running a small business." Marla sighs in frustration as she eyes you suspiciously. "Where are you going with this line of questioning anyway? Are you going to say it's my fault now?"
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*[["Well, it's your fault," you say with a shrug as you point the brand name with your finger. "Our parent brand name is 'YOURS' not 'YOUR'. And the price of this palette is definitely not $55."|Chap1C241]]
*[["You ordered to the wrong company, I'm afraid," you say gently.|Chap1C242]]
*[["You've been scammed," you say bluntly. "And definitely not by us."|Chap1C243]]
*[["What? Of course it's not your fault," you grin. "It's getting interesting. You got scammed."|Chap1C244]]
*[["You got good lawyer?" you ask her with a raised brow. "You'll need it."|Chap1C245]]<<set $taffskills to "scienlogiskills">>"I understand your frustration, Marla. Unfortunately, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth is tied up for the next hour." you say diplomatically. Fixing her with a sincere gaze, you continue. "However, I'm happy to take down your complaint and pass it along myself. That way, an investigation can begin right away while you're still fresh on the details."
"You?" she scoffs. "You're what, $l_their secretary."
"An assistant," you correct her matter-of-factly. "An assistant with whom you could avoid any waste of time if we start right now together."
Marla eyes you warily but takes a seat across your desk with a huff. "This better not be a waste of time."
"Your feedback is important to help us improve. However, there are many factors to consider, the delivery might have encountered issues, in which case the problem isn't with the products themselves–"
"It wasn't that," Marla huffs.
"–The shelf stocking in your store might have been too rough, or perhaps some boxes were dropped by your employees–"
"My employees are always careful."
“–Or there's also a possibility that you're trying to scam us by seeking a refund because you ended up not liking the products."
She gasps in outrage. "I wouldn't stoop so low!"
"Then please, tell me what went wrong with the product so we can make it right."
A tense beat passes before Marla sighs sharply. "Fine. It was that new eyeshadow palette, 'Twilight Temptations' or whatever."
You nod, waiting for her to continue.
She launches into her complaint. "That new palette you sent to my boutique, remember? Well, let me tell you, worst quality I've seen from Melth Cosmetics. Half the shades were powdery messes, others barely showed up! My customers were starting to say it was my fault! My reputation is at stake here. You made me lose customers, this is all your fault!"
You nod understandingly, scribbling notes. "I see... When did you receive this palette?"
Marla purses her lips, thinking. "Few weeks ago now. Part of the spring collection rollout I think, something like that."
"Do you still have the palette? A picture maybe? That could help my investigation," you suggest diplomatically.
Reaching into her enormous handbag, Marla produces the offending product with a scowl. You take visuals of the palette from all angles, making mental notes on inconsistencies in the pans.
You turn the object over before your gaze catches the name of the brand. While Melth Cosmetics Corporation's parent brand's name was 'YOURS', this one decided to be called 'YOUR'.
"How much?" you ask absently.
"What?" Marla frowns.
"How much did you buy these palettes, and with which third party did you buy them?"
Marla purses her lips, thinking back. "I believe the palettes retailed for around $55 a piece. And I purchased..."
Her brow furrows as she rifles through memories of buyers and orders. "Now that I think about it, I'm almost sure my boutique had a little... problem. The packaging wasn't quite right... but we thought it was just new ones, so we didn't really pay too much attention to it."
You nod, jotting down notes. "Do you recall who the third-party distributor was?"
"I'd have to check invoices back at the store. Everything's a blur with running a small business." Marla sighs in frustration as she eyes you suspiciously. "Where are you going with this line of questioning anyway? Are you going to say it's my fault now?"
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*[["Well, it's your fault," you say with a shrug as you point the brand name with your finger. "Our parent brand name is 'YOURS' not 'YOUR'. And the price of this palette is definitely not $55."|Chap1C241]]
*[["You ordered to the wrong company, I'm afraid," you say gently.|Chap1C242]]
*[["You've been scammed," you say bluntly. "And definitely not by us."|Chap1C243]]
*[["What? Of course it's not your fault," you grin. "It's getting interesting. You got scammed."|Chap1C244]]
*[["You got good lawyer?" you ask her with a raised brow. "You'll need it."|Chap1C245]]<<set $taffskills to "intimidauthorityskills">>You straighten your posture, meeting Marla's harsh gaze directly.
"Unfortunately, Ms. Paxman, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth has a very tight schedule and is busy in important discussions regarding our latest products," you say, voice calm yet authoritative. "I'd be happy to assist you myself."
"I said I want your boss, not some secretary." she narrows her eyes.
"Assistant," you correct her. "Do you prefer to wait hours to get the job done then? Because my boss won't be done until tonight and my shift ends in..." you check the time on your phone before looking back in her direction. "Ten minutes. Your choice."
She grits her teeth before sitting on the chair across you with a huff. "Fine. It was that new eyeshadow palette, 'Twilight Temptations' or whatever."
Wasn't so hard, was it? You nod, waiting for her to continue.
She launches into her complaint. "That new palette you sent to my boutique, remember? Well, let me tell you, worst quality I've seen from Melth Cosmetics. Half the shades were powdery messes, others barely showed up! My customers were starting to say it was my fault! My reputation is at stake here. You made me lose customers, this is all your fault!"
You nod understandingly, scribbling notes. "I see... When did you receive this palette?"
Marla purses her lips, thinking. "Few weeks ago now. Part of the spring collection rollout I think, something like that."
"Do you still have the palette? A picture maybe? That could help my investigation," you suggest diplomatically.
Reaching into her enormous handbag, Marla produces the offending product with a scowl. You take visuals of the palette from all angles, making mental notes on inconsistencies in the pans.
You turn the object over before your gaze catches the name of the brand. While Melth Cosmetics Corporation's parent brand's name was 'YOURS', this one decided to be called 'YOUR'.
"How much?" you ask absently.
"What?" Marla frowns.
"How much did you buy these palettes, and with which third party did you buy them?"
Marla purses her lips, thinking back. "I believe the palettes retailed for around $55 a piece. And I purchased..."
Her brow furrows as she rifles through memories of buyers and orders. "Now that I think about it, I'm almost sure my boutique had a little... problem. The packaging wasn't quite right... but we thought it was just new ones, so we didn't really pay too much attention to it."
You nod, jotting down notes. "Do you recall who the third-party distributor was?"
"I'd have to check invoices back at the store. Everything's a blur with running a small business." Marla sighs in frustration as she eyes you suspiciously. "Where are you going with this line of questioning anyway? Are you going to say it's my fault now?"
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*[["Well, it's your fault," you say with a shrug as you point the brand name with your finger. "Our parent brand name is 'YOURS' not 'YOUR'. And the price of this palette is definitely not $55."|Chap1C241]]
*[["You ordered to the wrong company, I'm afraid," you say gently.|Chap1C242]]
*[["You've been scammed," you say bluntly. "And definitely not by us."|Chap1C243]]
*[["What? Of course it's not your fault," you grin. "It's getting interesting. You got scammed."|Chap1C244]]
*[["You got good lawyer?" you ask her with a raised brow. "You'll need it."|Chap1C245]]"If $a_they wasn't an asshole, maybe I would've been..." $j_they searches for the right words before adding. "...polite."
"You don't do polite, Eki'," you snort.
"I can."
"But you don't."
"But I can," $j_they insists with a click of $j_their tongue. "I can be real nice when I want to."
"You're sure about that?" you lift an eyebrow, voice skeptical.
You hear $j_them mutter something under $j_their breath before $j_they finally says. "Want me to start cooking somethin' for us?"
$j_They's deflecting. You shake your head fondly.
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*[["How about we let Athiel cook?" you propose, preferring swallowing your pride and asking Athiel instead of swallowing whatever food Ekissa will cook.|Chap1C27]]
*[["Do you want me to die?" you tease.|Chap1C28]]
*[["I don't know you but I don't think that's a great idea to let you cook," you say playfully. "I'll cook, okay? Leave it to me before we all end up at the hospital."|Chap1C29]]
*[["No," you say quickly, too quickly. Backtracking, you clear your throat. "I mean, that's nice of you but I'll cook."|Chap1C30]]
*[["Yeeeaaah, sure," you don't hide the skepticism in your voice. "Why not?"|Chap1C31]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when he tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when she tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<</if>><<set $taffskills to "rambleskills">>"Unfortunately, Ms. Paxman, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth has a very tight schedule and is busy in important discussions regarding our latest products," you say. "I'd be happy to assist you myself. You could tell me what went wrong with your products, how you want me to help, if you want me to just relay or try to find a solution. We could find a solution together too, I mean, I'm pretty smart and I'm sure I could help with your problem, but if you don't want to it's okay too, I could–"
"I said I want your boss, not some secretary." she narrows her eyes.
"Assistant," you correct her. "I'm an assistant here, $l_their assistant to be precise. I started a week ago and let me tell you it was a bit... stressful at first. I didn't know an assistant could do so many things in just one day. People always confuse me with a secretary, not that it's a bad thing, both jobs are great. But yes, I had to get used to this lifestyle after spending so much time at home brooding. But I'm feeling better now."
You tilt your head. "Do you want me to continue, or do you want me to help with your problem?"
She grits her teeth before sitting on the chair across you with a huff. "Fine. It was that new eyeshadow palette, 'Twilight Temptations' or whatever."
Wasn't so hard, was it? You nod, waiting for her to continue.
She launches into her complaint. "That new palette you sent to my boutique, remember? Well, let me tell you, worst quality I've seen from Melth Cosmetics. Half the shades were powdery messes, others barely showed up! My customers were starting to say it was my fault! My reputation is at stake here. You made me lose customers, this is all your fault!"
You nod understandingly, scribbling notes. "I see... When did you receive this palette?"
Marla purses her lips, thinking. "Few weeks ago now. Part of the spring collection rollout I think, something like that."
"Do you still have the palette? A picture maybe? That could help my investigation," you suggest diplomatically.
Reaching into her enormous handbag, Marla produces the offending product with a scowl. You take visuals of the palette from all angles, making mental notes on inconsistencies in the pans.
You turn the object over before your gaze catches the name of the brand. While Melth Cosmetics Corporation's parent brand's name was 'YOURS', this one decided to be called 'YOUR'.
"How much?" you ask absently.
"What?" Marla frowns.
"How much did you buy these palettes, and with which third party did you buy them?"
Marla purses her lips, thinking back. "I believe the palettes retailed for around $55 a piece. And I purchased..."
Her brow furrows as she rifles through memories of buyers and orders. "Now that I think about it, I'm almost sure my boutique had a little... problem. The packaging wasn't quite right... but we thought it was just new ones, so we didn't really pay too much attention to it."
You nod, jotting down notes. "Do you recall who the third-party distributor was?"
"I'd have to check invoices back at the store. Everything's a blur with running a small business." Marla sighs in frustration as she eyes you suspiciously. "Where are you going with this line of questioning anyway? Are you going to say it's my fault now?"
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*[["Well, it's your fault," you say with a shrug as you point the brand name with your finger. "Our parent brand name is 'YOURS' not 'YOUR'. And the price of this palette is definitely not $55."|Chap1C241]]
*[["You ordered to the wrong company, I'm afraid," you say gently.|Chap1C242]]
*[["You've been scammed," you say bluntly. "And definitely not by us."|Chap1C243]]
*[["What? Of course it's not your fault," you grin. "It's getting interesting. You got scammed."|Chap1C244]]
*[["You got good lawyer?" you ask her with a raised brow. "You'll need it."|Chap1C245]]Marla's eyes go wide when she sees the brand name on the package, subtle but very much here.
You look at her calmly. "It seems like your boutique bought products that were fake and counterfeit, not the real products from our company. The price and name are different. This isn't surprising, not the first people to do that kind of things."
You think hard and write some notes down. "I'd like to take this palette for our Legal team to analyze and do the stuff they do. In the meantime, can you check the papers and tell me who gave the things to your boutique? It might help us stop people from using our name."
Her face goes red when she understands what's happening.
"I...I had no idea. We're a small store, we trusted our usual buyers." Marla runs her hand through her hair in frustration. "I'll get the papers for you fast."
You nod sympathetically. "I understand, counterfeits are a tricky business. Thank you for telling me about this. It will really help protect our name."
Handing her a card, you add. "Please email me those invoices as soon as you can."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C246">><</button>>"What? No, it’s probably a mistake, I didn’t..." she trails off when you point at the name.
"It's not your fault," you tell her with a reassuring smile. "It seems like your boutique bought products that were fake and counterfeit, not the real products from our company. The price and name are different. This isn't surprising, not the first people to do that kind of things."
You think hard and write some notes down. "I'd like to take this palette for our Legal team to analyze and do whatever stuff they do. In the meantime, can you check your invoices and tell me who gave the products to your boutique? It might help us stop people from using our name and it'll certainly help you get a refund and re-order our products this time."
Her face gets red when she understands what's happening.
"I...I had no idea. We're a small store, we trusted our usual buyers." Marla runs her hand through her hair in frustration. "I'll get the papers for you fast."
You nod sympathetically. "I get it, counterfeits are a tricky business. Thank you for telling me about this. It will really help protect our name and the people who's been wronged too."
Handing her a card, you add. "Please email me those invoices as soon as you can."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C246">><</button>>Marla blinks, taken aback. "You mean...counterfeits?"
You nod, tapping your tablet pensively. "Sounds like it. Our company would never mess up their packaging design or have retail prices that low."
Her painted lips purse tightly. "Those sneaky bastards. I knew something seemed off but didn't wanna believe...Fucking assholes. All of them."
That makes you blink. Well, that some serious change of demeanor. "Don't beat yourself up. Scammers are good at what they do. At least now you know the real deal."
Marla sighs, tension draining from her frame. "Well shit. Guess I should go confirm with the supplier, see if we can track these fakes."
You offer her a nod. "Let me know what you find. I'll run points with legal on how to handle it properly from here. I'll also keep this palette for our Legal team to analyze and do whatever stuff they do."
Standing, she shakes your hand firmly. "Thanks for taking the time and not just kicking me out."
"You're welcome," handing her a card, you add. "Please email me when you have any news as soon as you can."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C246">><</button>>"What? No, it’s probably a mistake, I didn’t..." she trails off when you point at the name.
"Isn't it interesting? We probably caught some third party who sell counterfeits." You tap your chin, leaning against the back of your chair. "I'll need your invoices to know who that third party is. I'll also keep this palette for our Legal team to analyze and do whatever stuff they do."
Marla blinks, taken aback. "...counterfeits?"
You nod, eyes glimmering with excitement. You're like a detective, trying to find the bad guys. That's more exciting than staring at your screen the whole day. You didn't know working here would mean also dealing with problems like this and you're not complaining one bit.
You tap your tablet pensively. "Sounds like it. Our company would never mess up their packaging design or have retail prices that low."
Her painted lips purse tightly. "Those sneaky bastards. I knew something seemed off but didn't wanna believe...Fucking assholes. All of them."
That makes you blink. Well, that some serious change of demeanor. "Don't beat yourself up. Scammers are good at what they do. At least now you know the real deal."
Marla sighs, tension draining from her frame. "Well shit. Guess I should go confirm with the supplier, see if we can track these fakes."
You offer her a nod. "Let me know what you find. I'll keep this palette for our Legal team to analyze and do whatever stuff they do."
Standing, she shakes your hand firmly. "Thanks for taking the time and not just kicking me out."
"You're welcome," handing her a card, you add. "Please, don’t hesitate to email me when you have any news as soon as you can. I'll be more than glad to get the bottom of this."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C246">><</button>>Marla narrows her eyes, clearly not following your train of thought. You lean in, lowering your voice conspiratorially.
"Between you and me, I have reason to believe these 'YOUR' palettes weren't produced by Melth Cosmetics at all because, well, I doubt our staff would make a mistake by forgetting a simple 'S' on all our packagings. This company is well-known, a mistake would've been noticed already. It sounds like your boutique may have been duped by unauthorized knockoffs."
Marla blinks, taken aback. "You mean...counterfeits?"
You nod, tapping your tablet pensively. "Sounds like it. Our company would never mess up their packaging design or have retail prices that low."
Clearing your throat, you continue. "In any case, you deserve compensation for any losses. Let me know the details behind that third party distributor and I'll get our lawyers pursuing retribution ASAP. You'll need a lawyer to protect yourself and your boutique too."
Color returns to Marla's cheeks as the implications sink in. She shoots to her feet, fists clenching with determination. "I'll get you that information right away. And thank you for catching this!"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C246">><</button>>Marla gone, $namet joins soon after with a relieved sigh. "You took care of her? Maxime told me a 'crazy woman' came here."
"Marla Paxman," you nod, stretching your arms above your head with a sigh. "Was about a problem with her eyeshadows she ordered that came broken and defective."
$namet frowns at that. "Our products?"
You shake your head, holding out the palette in $l_their direction. "Take a look at this."
$namet takes the offered palette, examining it as $t_their frown deepens. $t_Their mouth drops open as $t_they too notices the glaring branding error.
"Counterfeits," $t_they hisses, icy eyes narrowing into slits. It's the first time you've seen $t_them this irritated.
"That boutique owner was duped into stocking fakes, pretty convincing knockoff at first glance too, have to give them that." you explain grimly. "I told her to lawyer up for damages since this fiasco likely impacted her sales too."
<<if $TL >=5>>"Glad you took care of it. This could get messy if legal takes action." $namet' expression shifts to pride. "You're getting good at this."
A rush of warmth floods your chest at the rare praise coming from the usual stoic $t_man. You dip your chin to hide a smile. "Thanks."
$namet' eyes hold a glint of something unreadable as $t_their gaze lingers on you a beat too long before $t_they looks away when your eyes find $t_theirs. The bustling from the elevator breaks the spell.
Looks like $namel's meeting is breaking early.
$namet clears $t_their throat. "I'll fill $l_Dad in on this problem and let legal handle the rest. Good work as always."
<<else>>$namet nods sharply. "Good call. I'll fill $l_Dad in on this problem and let legal handle the rest. Good work as always."<</if>>
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*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Why, thank you pretty boy," you smirk.|Chap1C247]]<<else>>[["Why, thank you pretty girl," you smirk.|Chap1C247]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Just doing my job," you answer, flustered.|Chap1C248]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You wave dismissively. "Just doing my job."|Chap1C249]]
*[["Oh my, are you praising me?" you wiggle your brows playfully.|Chap1C250]]
*[[You nod. "You're welcome."|Chap1C251]]
*[["That'd be 20 bucks, please." you joke as you hold out a hand.|Chap1C252]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$t_Their lips twitch but $t_their mask doesn’t fall. "Just stating fact."
"Oh really?" you tilt your head.
"Yes, really, you shouldn't flirt at work," $t_they states, finding the wall more interesting than you.
Your smirk widens. "So outside work it's okay then?"
"I didn't say that," $t_they clears $t_their throat. "Anyway, I should go."
With that, $t_they strides off towards $namel's office.
$namel steps out of the elevator, heading off to join $l_their $t_son while you start packing up for the day.
But life has other plans when another person storms out of the elevator, fury written all over their face. They march straight to your desk, slamming down a package of lip gloss.
"Let me guess," you cut in before they can unleash their rage. "A defective product?"
The customer huffs indignantly. “You bet it is! This gloss came half empty and smelled like absolute garbage. Looks like a straight-up scam to me!"
You frown, picking up the package to examine it. Yup, this 'YOUR' brand again. Who's behind this? You still haven't figured it out, but the company better crack this case soon because you're certain this won't be the last pissed-off customer thinking they bought legit Melth Cosmetics products.
You hum, turning the object over. “Looks like we've got another counterfeit situation here, just like the customer who came before you for the same problem unfortunately."
Their anger morphs into confusion. "Counterfeit? But it had all the right labeling..."
You hold up the gloss next to a genuine product image you pulled up on your phone. "See these differences? The logo's definitely not matching ours. I hate to say it, but you got scammed too."
They sigh dejectedly. "What a mess. Is there anything you can do to make it right? My clients are all on my ass for selling bad stuff now. I run a small boutique, I can't afford to lose this many customers."
"Of course," you nod, lowering your phone. "We'll need info about your distributor to tackle this properly. If you know anyone else dealing with the same issue, please send them our way with their feedback." You hold up their defective gloss, adding, "We'll hang onto this for evidence, if that's okay."
The customer nods reluctantly, jotting down their contact details. "Thanks for handling this. I'll spread the word and hit you up when I get more info."
"Thank you, it's the least we can do."
As the customer leaves with a final nod, you're left puzzling over this situation. Are all small boutiques being targeted by this scam? Two similar cases, both small boutiques, it can't be coincidence. Honestly? You're pretty clueless about how these scam operations work. Is it just easier to dupe smaller businesses? Or is there something bigger going on? Are they trying to trash Melth's reputation? Or is it just about making money, knowing how profitable Melth Cosmetics is?
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C253">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>You keep your gaze on the screen of your computer, feeling $t_their gaze burning into your skin. You swallow, the movement of your throat catching $t_their attention.
$t_They clears $t_their throat. "I should go."
"Right," you nod. "Sure, go ahead."
You wave dismissively. "Just doing my job."
$t_They nods. "A good one. Anyway, I really should go."
With that, $t_they strides off towards $namel's office.
$namel steps out of the elevator, heading off to join $l_their $t_son while you start packing up for the day.
But life has other plans when another person storms out of the elevator, fury written all over their face. They march straight to your desk, slamming down a package of lip gloss.
"Let me guess," you cut in before they can unleash their rage. "A defective product?"
The customer huffs indignantly. “You bet it is! This gloss came half empty and smelled like absolute garbage. Looks like a straight-up scam to me!"
You frown, picking up the package to examine it. Yup, this 'YOUR' brand again. Who's behind this? You still haven't figured it out, but the company better crack this case soon because you're certain this won't be the last pissed-off customer thinking they bought legit Melth Cosmetics products.
You hum, turning the object over. “Looks like we've got another counterfeit situation here, just like the customer who came before you for the same problem unfortunately."
Their anger morphs into confusion. "Counterfeit? But it had all the right labeling..."
You hold up the gloss next to a genuine product image you pulled up on your phone. "See these differences? The logo's definitely not matching ours. I hate to say it, but you got scammed too."
They sigh dejectedly. "What a mess. Is there anything you can do to make it right? My clients are all on my ass for selling bad stuff now. I run a small boutique, I can't afford to lose this many customers."
"Of course," you nod, lowering your phone. "We'll need info about your distributor to tackle this properly. If you know anyone else dealing with the same issue, please send them our way with their feedback." You hold up their defective gloss, adding, "We'll hang onto this for evidence, if that's okay."
The customer nods reluctantly, jotting down their contact details. "Thanks for handling this. I'll spread the word and hit you up when I get more info."
"Thank you, it's the least we can do."
As the customer leaves with a final nod, you're left puzzling over this situation. Are all small boutiques being targeted by this scam? Two similar cases, both small boutiques, it can't be coincidence. Honestly? You're pretty clueless about how these scam operations work. Is it just easier to dupe smaller businesses? Or is there something bigger going on? Are they trying to trash Melth's reputation? Or is it just about making money, knowing how profitable Melth Cosmetics is?
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C253">><</button>>$t_They nods. "A good one. Anyway, I should go."
With that, $t_they strides off towards $namel's office.
$namel steps out of the elevator, heading off to join $l_their $t_son while you start packing up for the day.
But life has other plans when another person storms out of the elevator, fury written all over their face. They march straight to your desk, slamming down a package of lip gloss.
"Let me guess," you cut in before they can unleash their rage. "A defective product?"
The customer huffs indignantly. “You bet it is! This gloss came half empty and smelled like absolute garbage. Looks like a straight-up scam to me!"
You frown, picking up the package to examine it. Yup, this 'YOUR' brand again. Who's behind this? You still haven't figured it out, but the company better crack this case soon because you're certain this won't be the last pissed-off customer thinking they bought legit Melth Cosmetics products.
You hum, turning the object over. “Looks like we've got another counterfeit situation here, just like the customer who came before you for the same problem unfortunately."
Their anger morphs into confusion. "Counterfeit? But it had all the right labeling..."
You hold up the gloss next to a genuine product image you pulled up on your phone. "See these differences? The logo's definitely not matching ours. I hate to say it, but you got scammed too."
They sigh dejectedly. "What a mess. Is there anything you can do to make it right? My clients are all on my ass for selling bad stuff now. I run a small boutique, I can't afford to lose this many customers."
"Of course," you nod, lowering your phone. "We'll need info about your distributor to tackle this properly. If you know anyone else dealing with the same issue, please send them our way with their feedback." You hold up their defective gloss, adding, "We'll hang onto this for evidence, if that's okay."
The customer nods reluctantly, jotting down their contact details. "Thanks for handling this. I'll spread the word and hit you up when I get more info."
"Thank you, it's the least we can do."
As the customer leaves with a final nod, you're left puzzling over this situation. Are all small boutiques being targeted by this scam? Two similar cases, both small boutiques, it can't be coincidence. Honestly? You're pretty clueless about how these scam operations work. Is it just easier to dupe smaller businesses? Or is there something bigger going on? Are they trying to trash Melth's reputation? Or is it just about making money, knowing how profitable Melth Cosmetics is?
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C253">><</button>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>>"Athiel?" $j_they inquires in almost disbelief at your question.
"Who else?"
Ekissa doesn't say anything at first. You know $j_they won't fight for this. Ekissa has never been jealous of $namee so why starting now with Athiel. $j_They snorts. "$a_They's all yours."
"No fighting for your place by my side?" you smile with a small chuckle. "I'm hurt."
"You'll live," $j_they drawls before $j_they adds. "Want me to start cooking somethin' for us?"
Now that's something you'd like to avoid.
----
*[["How about we let Athiel cook?" you propose, preferring swallowing your pride and asking Athiel instead of swallowing whatever food Ekissa will cook.|Chap1C27]]
*[["Do you want me to die?" you tease.|Chap1C28]]
*[["I don't know you but I don't think that's a great idea to let you cook," you say playfully. "I'll cook, okay? Leave it to me before we all end up at the hospital."|Chap1C29]]
*[["No," you say quickly, too quickly. Backtracking, you clear your throat. "I mean, that's nice of you but I'll cook."|Chap1C30]]
*[["Yeeeaaah, sure," you don't hide the skepticism in your voice. "Why not?"|Chap1C31]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when he tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when she tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<</if>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>You hear $t_them sigh in fond exasperation. "Yes, I am. Now if you would, I have to go."
With that, $t_they strides off towards $namel's office.
$namel steps out of the elevator, heading off to join $l_their $t_son while you start packing up for the day.
But life has other plans when another person storms out of the elevator, fury written all over their face. They march straight to your desk, slamming down a package of lip gloss.
"Let me guess," you cut in before they can unleash their rage. "A defective product?"
The customer huffs indignantly. “You bet it is! This gloss came half empty and smelled like absolute garbage. Looks like a straight-up scam to me!"
You frown, picking up the package to examine it. Yup, this 'YOUR' brand again. Who's behind this? You still haven't figured it out, but the company better crack this case soon because you're certain this won't be the last pissed-off customer thinking they bought legit Melth Cosmetics products.
You hum, turning the object over. “Looks like we've got another counterfeit situation here, just like the customer who came before you for the same problem unfortunately."
Their anger morphs into confusion. "Counterfeit? But it had all the right labeling..."
You hold up the gloss next to a genuine product image you pulled up on your phone. "See these differences? The logo's definitely not matching ours. I hate to say it, but you got scammed too."
They sigh dejectedly. "What a mess. Is there anything you can do to make it right? My clients are all on my ass for selling bad stuff now. I run a small boutique, I can't afford to lose this many customers."
"Of course," you nod, lowering your phone. "We'll need info about your distributor to tackle this properly. If you know anyone else dealing with the same issue, please send them our way with their feedback." You hold up their defective gloss, adding, "We'll hang onto this for evidence, if that's okay."
The customer nods reluctantly, jotting down their contact details. "Thanks for handling this. I'll spread the word and hit you up when I get more info."
"Thank you, it's the least we can do."
As the customer leaves with a final nod, you're left puzzling over this situation. Are all small boutiques being targeted by this scam? Two similar cases, both small boutiques, it can't be coincidence. Honestly? You're pretty clueless about how these scam operations work. Is it just easier to dupe smaller businesses? Or is there something bigger going on? Are they trying to trash Melth's reputation? Or is it just about making money, knowing how profitable Melth Cosmetics is?
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C253">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>$t_They offers you a small smile.
With that, $t_they strides off towards $namel's office.
$namel steps out of the elevator, heading off to join $l_their $t_son while you start packing up for the day.
But life has other plans when another person storms out of the elevator, fury written all over their face. They march straight to your desk, slamming down a package of lip gloss.
"Let me guess," you cut in before they can unleash their rage. "A defective product?"
The customer huffs indignantly. “You bet it is! This gloss came half empty and smelled like absolute garbage. Looks like a straight-up scam to me!"
You frown, picking up the package to examine it. Yup, this 'YOUR' brand again. Who's behind this? You still haven't figured it out, but the company better crack this case soon because you're certain this won't be the last pissed-off customer thinking they bought legit Melth Cosmetics products.
You hum, turning the object over. “Looks like we've got another counterfeit situation here, just like the customer who came before you for the same problem unfortunately."
Their anger morphs into confusion. "Counterfeit? But it had all the right labeling..."
You hold up the gloss next to a genuine product image you pulled up on your phone. "See these differences? The logo's definitely not matching ours. I hate to say it, but you got scammed too."
They sigh dejectedly. "What a mess. Is there anything you can do to make it right? My clients are all on my ass for selling bad stuff now. I run a small boutique, I can't afford to lose this many customers."
"Of course," you nod, lowering your phone. "We'll need info about your distributor to tackle this properly. If you know anyone else dealing with the same issue, please send them our way with their feedback." You hold up their defective gloss, adding, "We'll hang onto this for evidence, if that's okay."
The customer nods reluctantly, jotting down their contact details. "Thanks for handling this. I'll spread the word and hit you up when I get more info."
"Thank you, it's the least we can do."
As the customer leaves with a final nod, you're left puzzling over this situation. Are all small boutiques being targeted by this scam? Two similar cases, both small boutiques, it can't be coincidence. Honestly? You're pretty clueless about how these scam operations work. Is it just easier to dupe smaller businesses? Or is there something bigger going on? Are they trying to trash Melth's reputation? Or is it just about making money, knowing how profitable Melth Cosmetics is?
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C253">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>"For doing your work correctly?" $t_they cocks a brow.
"For dealing with Marla like a champ," you correct $t_them with a smirk.
You hear $t_them sigh in fond exasperation. "I should go."
"Hey! And my 20 bucks?" you gasp but $t_they doesn't answer.
With that, $t_they strides off towards $namel's office.
$namel steps out of the elevator, heading off to join $l_their $t_son while you start packing up for the day.
But life has other plans when another person storms out of the elevator, fury written all over their face. They march straight to your desk, slamming down a package of lip gloss.
"Let me guess," you cut in before they can unleash their rage. "A defective product?"
The customer huffs indignantly. “You bet it is! This gloss came half empty and smelled like absolute garbage. Looks like a straight-up scam to me!"
You frown, picking up the package to examine it. Yup, this 'YOUR' brand again. Who's behind this? You still haven't figured it out, but the company better crack this case soon because you're certain this won't be the last pissed-off customer thinking they bought legit Melth Cosmetics products.
You hum, turning the object over. “Looks like we've got another counterfeit situation here, just like the customer who came before you for the same problem unfortunately."
Their anger morphs into confusion. "Counterfeit? But it had all the right labeling..."
You hold up the gloss next to a genuine product image you pulled up on your phone. "See these differences? The logo's definitely not matching ours. I hate to say it, but you got scammed too."
They sigh dejectedly. "What a mess. Is there anything you can do to make it right? My clients are all on my ass for selling bad stuff now. I run a small boutique, I can't afford to lose this many customers."
"Of course," you nod, lowering your phone. "We'll need info about your distributor to tackle this properly. If you know anyone else dealing with the same issue, please send them our way with their feedback." You hold up their defective gloss, adding, "We'll hang onto this for evidence, if that's okay."
The customer nods reluctantly, jotting down their contact details. "Thanks for handling this. I'll spread the word and hit you up when I get more info."
"Thank you, it's the least we can do."
As the customer leaves with a final nod, you're left puzzling over this situation. Are all small boutiques being targeted by this scam? Two similar cases, both small boutiques, it can't be coincidence. Honestly? You're pretty clueless about how these scam operations work. Is it just easier to dupe smaller businesses? Or is there something bigger going on? Are they trying to trash Melth's reputation? Or is it just about making money, knowing how profitable Melth Cosmetics is?
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C253">><</button>>Just then, you spot $namel's office door swinging open and the $l_man $l_themself approaching, looking more intrigued than annoyed by all the commotion.
"Another unhappy customer, I take it?" $l_they asks, $l_their tone carrying curiosity rather than the irritation you'd expected.
You quickly brief $l_them on the two similar cases you've just handled, showing $l_them the knockoff products as evidence. $namel's eyes narrow as $l_they studies the logos, comparing the fake palettes and gloss to one of $l_their authentic products.
"This is not good. Not good at all for business." $l_They flashes that easy grin of $l_their your way. "Well handled though, my efficient, wonderful, and amazing assistant." $l_Their expression turns serious again as $l_they focuses back on the issue. "$namet, get legal to pull surveillance from those boutiques. I want that distributor tracked down by the end of the week."
$l_Their $t_son nods curtly at the order.
$namel pats your shoulder appreciatively. "Nicely tackled, keep up the good work. We'll have this problem resolved in no time, you'll see."
"I... wouldn't be so sure about that," $namet cuts in tersely, $l_their attention fixed on the window. "Come look. Seems you've got quite the fan club gathering."
$namel frowns, joining $l_their $t_son. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you push up from your chair to see what's caught their attention.
It's absolute chaos down there, a crowd's forming, people are shouting and hurling cosmetics at the building.
"You're all thieves!"
"Give me my money back!"
"This is robbery! I didn't pay for this!"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C254">><</button>>"Find the culprit," $namel instructs $l_their $t_son with a click of $l_their tongue. "We've got some angry birds to deal with downstairs."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C255">><</button>>!!!<div style="text-align:center; font-size: 3.2em; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;">
Chapter 2</div>
!!!<div style="text-align:center;">We meet again
</div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C1">><</button>>"It's always worth it when it's for you," Ekissa says seriously, tone softer.
Your smile widens ever so slowly on your lips at that. "I know, but I'm good."
$j_They grunts in acknowledgement. "Anyway, should I start cooking somethin' for us?"
Your smile falls. Now that's something you'd like to avoid.
----
*[["How about we let Athiel cook?" you propose, preferring swallowing your pride and asking Athiel instead of swallowing whatever food Ekissa will cook.|Chap1C27]]
*[["Do you want me to die?" you tease.|Chap1C28]]
*[["I don't know you but I don't think that's a great idea to let you cook," you say playfully. "I'll cook, okay? Leave it to me before we all end up at the hospital."|Chap1C29]]
*[["No," you say quickly, too quickly. Backtracking, you clear your throat. "I mean, that's nice of you but I'll cook."|Chap1C30]]
*[["Yeeeaaah, sure," you don't hide the skepticism in your voice. "Why not?"|Chap1C31]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when he tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["Sure," you nod. You're used to Ekissa's... unique cooking skills, the taste can't be as horrible as when she tried to bake.|Chap1C32]]<</if>><<set $JF to $JF - 1>>"Is it your way to tell me you'd rather die than eat my food?" $j_they scoffs. "I'm shit at cooking but I'm sure I can make somethin' edible at least."
"You don't know how to cook rice," you remind $j_them.
"That's..." $j_they trails off, probably with that same scowl $j_they always wears, on $j_their face right now. "... I'm not eating $a_their food."
"You got a better idea?"
"You can cook."
"Too tired."
"$namet can come and cook somethin' for us."
"$t_They's got better things to do than cooking something for us every time you don't wanna eat Athiel's food."
"We can grab takeout food."
You huff a laugh before a sigh escapes your lips. "Alright, alright. We'll talk about it once I'm home."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C33">><</button>>"You won't die just because you eat my food," Ekissa grumbles. "I can make something edible."
You scrunch your nose. "I beg to differ."
"Wanna bet?" $j_they challenges you.
Something you learned with Ekissa? $j_They doesn't like people underestimating $j_them, especially you. You're sure $j_they's itching to prove you wrong and you live for this side of $j_them. It's just too easy to tease $j_them.
"You don't even know how to cook rice, Eki'."
"That's..." $j_they trails off, probably with that same scowl $j_they always wears, on $j_their face right now. "... You're stopping at some details."
"Details that could kill me."
"You're exaggerating."
"I'm being honest," you let out a laugh. "Alright, alright. We'll talk about this once I'm home."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C33">><</button>>"What's that supposed to mean?" Ekissa grumbles.
"Oh I don't know, maybe because you don't know the basics of cooking," you say.
"Wanna bet?" $j_they challenges you.
Something you learned with Ekissa? $j_They doesn't like people underestimating $j_them, especially you. You're sure $j_they's itching to prove you wrong and you live for this side of $j_them. It's just too easy to tease $j_them.
"You don't even know how to cook rice, Eki'."
"That's..." $j_they trails off, probably with that same scowl $j_they always wears, on $j_their face right now. "... You're stopping at some details."
"I'm being honest," you let out a laugh. "Alright, alright. We'll talk about this once I'm home."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C33">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF - 1>>Athiel rolls $a_their eyes. "<i>Woah, thanks</i> $name. You're a real help here."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"My pleasure," you mutter sarcastically.<<else>>You sigh in response.<</if>>
"Is it too difficult for you to help me choose a shirt?" $a_they rests $a_their hands on $a_their hips, adopting a scolding, motherly pose.
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>"You have no idea how much," you reply with a saccharine-sweet fake smile, which Athiel mirrors with $a_their own forced grin.<<else>>"I just don't care," you narrow your eyes at $a_them, to which Athiel responds with $a_their most saccharine fake smile.<</if>>
"I'll keep that in mind."
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>"Please do." you retort.<<else>>You snort derisively.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C8">><</button>>"You sounded panicked just now," $j_they mutters.
You try to keep your voice neutral. "I wasn't panicked. I'm fine."
"You sure 'bout that? Because it kinda seemed like you didn't want me messin' around in the kitchen."
<<if $liar == "good">>You huff a chuckle, drumming your fingers against your leg. "It's not that, I'm used to do the cooking, that's all."
"Why do I feel like you're lying?"
"Why would I–"
"Ugh, I never know when you lie."
"But I'm not–"
$j_They cuts you off. "Alright, alright."<<elseif $liar == "bad">>You chuckle nervously. "It's not that... I just... I'm used to do the cooking, that's all."
"Huh." $j_they falls silent for a moment. "You got a problem with me helpin' out?"
"No, no problem at all," you reply, perhaps a bit too quickly again. "I just prefer–"
$j_They cuts you off. "You're bad at this but alright."<<else>>"I didn't say that tho, did I?" you retort.
"You're deflecting."
"I'm not–"
$j_They cuts you off. "Alright."<</if>>
You huff a laugh, a sigh escaping your lips. "We'll talk about it once I'm home."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C33">><</button>>$j_They pauses for a beat, picking up on your hesitance. "You don't sound too excited about that."
<<if $liar == "bad">> You let out a small, nervous chuckle. "It's not that I'm not excited, it's just..." You trail off, searching for the right words. "Just... uh..."
$j_They waits patiently for you to continue. "Just what?"
You bite your lip, trying to find the right way to explain. "I guess I'm just... used to do the cooking myself, you know? Yeah, I wanna do it myself that's all."
"Ah, I see." $j_they hums in understanding, though you suspect $j_they doesn't trust any words you said. "Don't want me steppin' on your toes, huh?"<<else>>"Nah, I guess I'm just... used to doing the cooking myself, you know?" you explain with a shrug.
"Ah, I see." $j_they hums in understanding, though you don't know if $j_they saw through your lie. "Don't want me steppin' on your toes, huh?"<</if>>
You nod, even though $j_they can't see you. "Something like that."
"Alright."
You run a hand through your hair, looking around as a small smile spreads on your lips. "We'll talk about it once I'm home."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C33">><</button>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>>"Alright," $j_they mumbles. "Should I... start with washing the meat..?"
"Washing the meat?" you echo $j_their words, now very much worried about what you'll eat tonight.
$j_They hums pensively. "Yeah? Why? Isn't it like the rice? You wash it."
You let out a laugh. <i>Yeah, bad idea to let $j_them alone in the kitchen.</i> "Alright, alright. We'll talk about this once I'm home."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C33">><</button>>"I'll be waiting then," Ekissa says, shuffling noise and knocks echoing on $j_their end. Then a groan. "Don't tell me it's $namel again..."
"What?" you inquire curiously.
"Nothing I hope," $j_they answers with a sigh. "I'll see who it is. See you later, yeah?"
Your curiosity grows, but you let it slide for now. "Okay, yeah, see you later."
The call ends as you slide your phone back in your shorts pocket, staring ahead in wonder. You hope it's not $namel, because $namel and Ekissa together are a disaster when you or $namet aren't around to keep them in line. With $namel teasing and Ekissa snapping each time the old $l_man tries to flirt, you don't know if the two of them alone is a good idea.
Well, it's still better than Ekissa and Athiel in the same place. Leaving those two together? That's just asking for trouble.
But who knows, the complete opposite could happen. For all you know, the tension between Ekissa and $namel comes from something more... close and personal. A sexual tension, even. Maybe they like each other and that's their way of showing it, you've seen stranger things happen.
You doubt it, though. But <i>maybe</i>. Ekissa would probably scoff at you for imagining such "disgusting stuff" as $j_they calls it.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C34">><</button>>You shake away the thought, rejoining Athiel in the coffee shop. You stop when you see a small takeout bag resting on the table on your side. You look at Athiel—who does $a_their best to avoid your gaze—then at the bag.
"What's this?" you question, carefully peeking inside to see a muffin.
"That's a muffin, duh," Athiel throws you a flat, deadpan expression that clearly says 'Are you dumb or is it just me?'.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Oh really? Thanks for clarifying, I didn't see it clearly already," you roll your eyes. "Why the muffin?"
<<if $eatafterdeath == "meh" or $eatafterdeath == "no">> "You need to eat something, you haven't had anything since this morning," $a_they explains with a shrug, trying to act nonchalant but $a_their shoulders tense. "What? Can't buy you anything?"
"Now, now, why would you do that?" you snort.
"For you to eat, what's with the stupid questions?"
You stare at $a_them blankly.
The look you give $a_them is all $a_they needs to click $a_their tongue. "I just don't want you to starve. Take it or leave it, I don't care."<<else>>"It's not your fave?" $a_they shoots you a quizzical look.
You lift an eyebrow, wondering if $a_they hit $a_their head or something while you were busy outside. "It is, I just wonder why the great Athiel decided to buy me my fave muffin."
"You should be grateful instead of complaining," $a_they huffs in response.<</if>>
You take a moment to observe $a_their features, searching for the joke but after finding none, you nod. "Right, thanks."<<else>>"I know it's a muffin, I just want to know <i>why</i> a muffin?" you clarify, pointing at the muffin in the takeout bag with a quizzical look.
<<if $eatafterdeath == "meh" or $eatafterdeath == "no">>"You need to eat something, you haven't had anything since this morning," $a_they explains with a shrug, trying to act nonchalant but $a_their shoulders tense. "What? Can't buy you anything?"
"That's not... why would you do that?"
"For you to eat, what's with the stupid questions?"
You blink at $a_them, wanting to believe $a_their innocent act of charity but finding it hard to.
The look you give $a_them is all $a_they needs to click $a_their tongue. "I just don't want you to starve. Take it or leave it, I don't care."<<else>>"It's not your fave?" $a_they shoots you a quizzical look.
You part your lips but no words come out, wondering if $a_they hit $a_their head or something while you were busy outside. "It is, I just... didn't expect you to be so thoughtful with me."
"You should be grateful instead of complaining," $a_they huffs in response.<</if>>
You take a moment to observe $a_their features, searching for the joke but after finding none, you nod. "Right, thanks."<</if>>
<<if $eatafterdeath == "yes">>It's true that you haven't had anything since you two left the house, and this muffin is winking at you, begging you to eat it. You certainly will eat it.<<else>>It's true that you didn't eat since you two left the house, you're not hungry though. You'll probably take a bite later and secretly give it to Ekissa.<</if>>
With that, Athiel clears $a_their throat, pointedly looking away as $a_they gets up from $a_their seat. "Anyway, let's blow this joint, I'm tired."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C35">><</button>>Leaving the shopping center, you walk to $a_their car, put the bags in the backseat—keeping only the takeout bag with you—and get in the passenger seat. Your body relaxes gradually against the seat, your head tilting back with a long, heavy sigh.
Finally... You'll <i>finally</i> go home and enjoy the silence of your room instead of Athiel's whining and snarky comments. This outing was anything but enjoyable. It's like finally waking up from a nightmare.
"Wow, another sigh and I'll think you had a blast with me today," Athiel drawls, sitting comfortably in $a_their seat as $a_they starts the car and pulls out of the parking space.
You don't have time to answer, your phone buzzing in your pocket. Frowning slightly, you fish it out to take a look. A message from Ekissa.
"Who is it now?" the blondie next to you asks curiously, shifting $a_their gaze between the road and your screen. "It's the second time already, are you seeing someone and you didn't tell me? I'm hurt, here I thought you and me had bonded and became close enough to share secrets."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You squeeze your eyes shut. "Would it kill you to shut up for once?"<<else>>"Not now Athiel," you sigh.<</if>>
"Or what?" comes $a_their retort with a smug smile playing on $a_their lips.
You don't give $a_them an answer, instead unlocking your phone to see what Ekissa sent you.
<b><i>13:25
Don't come now.</i></b>
You furrow your brows, eyes narrowing as you try to understand the meaning behind the text. And as expected, you're still confused. 'Don't come now'? You most definitely don't agree with your best friend. You think you've suffered enough for today. You certainly don't need another minute with the blondie next to you. But... Well, it's Ekissa. $j_They wouldn't send you this just to annoy you.
"Your secret date told you you were too boring?" Athiel smirks. "I don't blame them."
You ignore $a_their comment. "It's Ekissa."
"Oooh, you're dating Ekissa?" $a_they retorts, voice thick with both disdain and amusement.
<<if $dateothers == "no">>"I told you I don't wanna date anyone," you remind $a_them, looking up to frown at $a_them. "So no, I'm not dating my best friend. $j_they sent me a text, saying not to come now."<<else>>"No, what I meant is, $j_they sent a text saying to not come now," you explain.<</if>>
Your attention back to your screen, you tap out a reply.
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<b><i>13:27
What do you mean?</i></b>
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<b><i>13:27
Just stay where you are, I'll explain later.</i></b>
Your frown deepens. <i>Well, that doesn't sound ominous at all</i>.
"What?" Athiel's voice pulls you from your thoughts as $a_they stops the car at a red light, turning $a_their head in your direction. "And what does $j_they want us to do? Stay in the car until $j_they decides we can go back? We spent the whole day at the shopping center, I don't plan to spend another hour outside. I'm exhausted and I just want to take a shower."
"You're the one who wanted to hang out in the first place," you point out.
"Well, we've hung out, I had my fun and <i>now</i> I wanna head home." $a_their fingers drum against the steering wheel, blue eyes staring back ahead. "Tell $j_them to spill the problem, if there's any, instead of giving some weird cryptic message."
While you don't like to be ordered around, you still send a message to try and get to the bottom of what's happening.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C36">><</button>><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>13:29
Can't you just tell me?</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>
13:29
Trust me, you don't wanna know.
</i></b>
<i>Not helping.</i> Running a hand through your hair, you roll your lips together.
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<b><i>13:30
Is it $namel?</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>13:30
No.</i></b>
You groan in frustration, locking your phone when Athiel starts driving again as the light turns green.
"$j_They's being vague," you tell Athiel.
The blondie rolls $a_their eyes. "Then we'll just have to go and see ourselves what's going on."
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*[["I think we should trust Ekissa," you say firmly, trusting your friend.|Chap1C37]]
*[[You think about it a moment before shaking your head. "I don't know... Ekissa didn't send this message for nothing."|Chap1C38]]
*[[You're too curious to listen to Ekissa's ominous warning. "Let's just head home."|Chap1C39]]
*[[You nod, you wanna know what's all the fuss about. "Yeah, alright."|Chap1C40]]
*[["Let's just wait a bit at least," you say, tone brooking no arguments.|Chap1C41]]<<set $JF to $JF + 1>>"And I think I wanna go home," Athiel retorts, lifting $a_their chin in defiance. "But <i>please</i>, be my guest and wait all you want. I can even drop you somewhere so you can wait like a good lil puppy. Ain't I nice?"
"Waiting won't kill you," you scratch the back of your hair in mounting frustration. "If Ekissa said not to come, $j_they must have $j_their reasons."
"I don't care," $a_they responds childishly.
You knew convincing $a_them wouldn't be easy, but $a_they's not even listening to you right now.
"What are you, ten?" you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. "We could wait thirty minutes at least."
"Thirty minutes?" $a_they barks a sharp laugh as you wince. "And what do you want us to do while we wait, huh? Braid each other's hair?"
You swear you'll end up strangling $a_them. How can someone be so infuriatingly stubborn? You're asking one simple thing, and yet it's enough for $a_them to turn it into a problem.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Athiel."
$a_They doesn't say anything at first. The silence stretches for what feels like an eternity. And with an irritated sigh, $a_they finally answers. "Twenty minutes, no more no less."
You nod. You'll take it.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C42">><</button>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>>"Maybe if $j_they actually said what's going on I would've waited, is it too difficult for $j_them to answer a simple question?" Athiel complains. Lifting $a_their chin defiantly, $a_they continues. "I'm not waiting."
"$j_they must have $j_their reasons," you take Ekissa's defense. "Maybe something happened and $j_they just wants to deal with it alone?"
"And maybe I don't care, ever thought about that?" $j_they retorts childishly. "But <i>please</i>, be my guest and wait all you want. I can even drop you somewhere so you can wait like a good lil puppy. Ain't I nice?"
"You're acting like a kid right now."
"Can't hear you."
"Athiel, we should really wait–"
"Lalalalala can't hear you," $a_they cuts you off with that infuriating smile.
You swear you'll end up strangling $a_them. How can someone be so infuriatingly stubborn? You're asking one thing, and it's like that alone is enough for $a_them to turn it into a problem.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Athiel."
$a_They doesn't say anything at first. And when you think $a_they'll refuse again, $a_they surprises you with an irritated sigh as $a_they answers. "Twenty minutes, no more no less."
You sigh. <i>Better than nothing</i>.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C42">><</button>>"And I think I wanna go home," Athiel retorts, lifting $a_their chin in defiance. "But <i>please</i>, be my guest and wait all you want. I can even drop you somewhere so you can wait like a good lil puppy. Ain't I nice?"
$a_They pauses, slowly turning $a_their gaze to meet yours with a confused look. "Wait, what?"
"I said, let's just head home," you repeat with a sigh. "You should actually listen before jumping to conclusions like that."
$a_Their eyes focus back on the road, $a_their fingers running through $a_their mid-length blonde hair. "I was listening."
"You were complaining because you thought I'd ask you to wait."
"No?" is all $a_they answer, clearing $a_their throat awkwardly. "Anyway, stop distracting me, I'm driving."
Please, anyone up there give you enough strength to <i>not</i> strangle that blondie sitting next to you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C42">><</button>>"The red looks a bit flashy," $a_they muses, examining $a_their reflection in the nearby mirror. "But then again, everything suits me."
"Right," you nod absently, not even bothering to look $a_their way.
"I prefer the black one, tho."
"Then go for the black one," you reply simply.
But of course, when you think there's no more, there's still more. "Maybe I should take both."
"Yeah. Probably."
Sensing your lack of enthusiasm, Athiel turns to you with narrowed eyes. "You don't care, do you?"
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"Not really, no," you admit honestly.<<else>>"You figured it out yourself?" you quip.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C8">><</button>>"And I think I wanna go home," Athiel retorts, lifting $a_their chin in defiance. "But <i>please</i>, be my guest and wait all you want. I can even drop you somewhere so you can wait like a good lil puppy. Ain't I nice?"
$a_They pauses. Slowly, $a_they turns $a_their gaze to you. "Wait, what?"
"I said, alright," you repeat, eyebrow raised. "You should actually listen before jumping to conclusions like this."
$a_Their eyes focus back on the road, $a_their fingers running through $j_their mid-length blond hair. "I was listening. You said alright, you think I'm stupid?"
$a_They clearly didn't listen at all, but oh well. "If you say so."
"I was listening," $a_they insists, clearing $a_their throat. "Anyway, stop distracting me, I'm driving."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C42">><</button>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>>"I wanna go home," Athiel retorts, lifting $a_their chin in defiance. "But <i>please</i>, be my guest and wait all you want. I can even drop you somewhere so you can wait like a good lil puppy. Ain't I nice?"
"Waiting won't kill you," you shake your head.
"I don't care," $a_they responds childishly.
"What are you, ten?" you give $a_them a deadpan look. "We'll wait thirty minutes maximum. End of discussion."
"Thirty minutes? And what do you want us to do while we wait, huh? Braiding each other's hair?" $a_they asks with mounting frustration. "I don't wanna wait."
"It wasn't a question, Athiel."
$a_They doesn't say anything at first. The silence stays for a good minute, feeling like eternity. And with an irritated sigh, $a_they answers. "Twenty minutes. No more, no less."
"Thirty minutes." you repeat firmly.
Athiel releases a sharp breath. "Twenty-five minutes."
You won't budge. "Thirt–"
"ALRIGHT," $a_they snaps with a click of $a_their tongue. "Thirty fucking minutes. Happy now?"
You nod. You're more than happy to win this round.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C42">><</button>><<set $showchara to true>><<set $showcharj to true>><<set $showcharl to true>><<set $showchart to true>>As you turn the corner in the car, you're not prepared for the scene that greets you. In the distance, you see Ekissa engaged in a heated exchange with another person. Even from here, you can see the way $j_their shoulders are tensed, $j_their hands cutting through the air in sharp movements. You don't need to be anywhere near them to know Ekissa's doing what $j_they does best—shouting $j_their lungs out. The yellow car behind Ekissa's makes your heart jump in your throat.
You shouldn't feel nervous, but you are. Your pulse races and you have to take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Juliet has come. She's here, and you know it's going to get even uglier than just Ekissa alone confronting her.
"You told me she wouldn't come," you hear yourself say tightly to Athiel.
The $a_man curses under $a_their breath, slowing down the car as if slowing the approach might somehow make $a_their mother leave faster. You know it won't do anything.
"Excuse me for not knowing she'd come anyway," $a_they hisses, though you're not sure if the venom is directed at you or just the situation itself. "When I park the car, stay here."
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*[["What?" You frown at Athiel. "No way, I'm not gonna hide from her. I have nothing to hide and she's not welcome here."|Chap1C43]]
*[["That's probably better this way," you nod, not ready to face her.|Chap1C44]]
*[["I can deal with her myself," you shake your head. "I'm not some fragile thing everyone needs to protect."|Chap1C45]]
*[["Yeah..." you nod slowly, swallowing hard. "You're probably right."|Chap1C46]]
*[["I don't want you to argue with your mum," you shake your head, squaring your shoulder to ready yourself. "I'll talk to her."|Chap1C47]]<<set $AF to $AF - 1>><<set $confrontju to "yes">>"I'm not asking for you to hide, I'm asking you to stay in this car," $a_they shoots back. "If you don't want things to get more heated, keep your ass here and wait for her to calm down."
"Don't tell me what to do," you hiss at $a_their.
"Do you want to worsen the situation? Because if you don't stay in this car, you'll definitely make this situation worse than it already is," $a_they says through gritted teeth. "You shou–"
"No," you cut $a_their off. "I'll talk to her so stop telling me what to do."
Athiel parks the car in front of your house, features pinched with frustration. "If she makes you cry, don't tell me I didn't warn you."
Your jaw clenches in irritation. "So what, you just want me to sit here and watch like it's some kind of show?"
"Look," Athiel sighs heavily. "I'm just trying to avoid an all-out screaming match, okay? You and my mom clearly have...issues. But that's between you two. I'm just the one stuck in the middle."
Just stuck in the middle? Wow. You feel like screaming in frustration. You didn't ask Athiel to come to your house and stay. You didn't ask $a_them to pay the fucking rent. You didn't ask $a_them to shield you from $a_their mother.
$a_They runs a hand through $a_their blond hair, a gesture of frustration you've seen $a_them do many times. "I know you can handle yourself. But she's still my mother, so go easy on her, yeah? Try to keep it civil if you can."
You can't believe $a_they's asking you to 'go easy on her' when Juliet didn't have the decency to do the same for you when she asked you to leave your own house. You don't answer, getting out of the car before Athiel can add anything else. You're gonna handle Juliet just fine, you don't need some protectors to shield you from her.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C48">><</button>><<set $confrontju to "no">>"Of course it's better my way," $a_they huffs, one hand on $a_their leg, patting almost anxiously there as if to calm $a_themself. "She's not good news and I don't want to deal with you crying."
You frown at $a_them before looking away. "Wow, thanks Athiel."
"That's not–" $a_they groans, parking the car in front of your house, features pinched with frustration. "I didn't mean it that way this time."
"This time?" you let out a humorless chuckle.
Athiel purses $a_their lips, avoiding your pointed gaze. An uncomfortable silence falls.
"Look," $a_they begins, struggling to find the right words. "I just mean she'll only make things harder for you right now. And I don't wanna deal with the fallout either. So <i>yes</i>, this time I didn't mean to annoy you."
$a_They stares at you, waiting for an answer, but you look away. What are you supposed to say? "Thank you for being kind with me this time"? That's not how it works.
"Nevermind, just stay here," $a_they sighs, getting out of the car.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C49">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF - 1>><<set $confrontju to "yes">>"I didn't say you couldn't handle it," $a_they retorts, tone tight. "I said to keep your ass sit in the car, did you hear me?"
"I heard you loud and clear, and I don't plan to stay in this car." you shoot back.
Athiel parks the car in front of your house, features pinched with frustration. "If she makes you cry, don't tell me I didn't warn you."
"If she makes me cry, you won't be the one I go to," you snort derisively. "And if she makes me cry, you can be sure she'll be crying too."
"You think you can hurt her?" $a_they scoffs in disbelief. "She's good with her words and she's an expert at making people feel like useless trash."
"Then I'll make sure my words can hit harder," you answer, getting out of the car before $a_they can add anything else.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C48">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>><<set $confrontju to "no">>"Of course I'm right, if you listen to me more often you'll see I'm always right," $a_they huffs, one hand on $a_their leg, patting almost anxiously there as if to calm $a_themself. "She's not good news and I don't want to deal with you crying anyway."
You frown at $a_them before looking away. "Gee thanks, Athiel."
"That's not–" $a_they groans, parking the car in front of your house, features pinched with frustration. "I didn't mean it that way this time."
"This time?" you let out a chuckle, devoid of any mirth. "What's that supposed to mean, then?"
"I just..." $a_they trails off. "I don't want her to make things harder for you."
The statement makes your eyes widen as you stare at the blondie, speechless.
"Nevermind, just stay here," $a_they sighs, getting out of the car.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C49">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>><<set $confrontju to "yes">>"What?" $a_their voice turns softer despite $a_them as $a_they gives furtive glances your way.
"You already had to deal with her to let me stay in my own house. I don't want you to argue with her each time to protect me," you explain, rubbing the back of your neck. "So let me deal with her this time."
"I'm not protecting you," $a_they scoffs, too quickly for you to trust $a_their words. "I was just bored. It's not because I helped you stay that it means I did it for you. You're being delusional here."
"Would it be so bad if you did this to protect me?" you raise an eyebrow.
Athiel parks the car in front of your house, gaze avoiding yours as $a_they deflects. "If she makes you cry, don't tell me I didn't warn you."
"She won't make me cry," you shake your head. "I can handle your mother, Athiel. It'll be fine."
$a_They finally turns to look at you, eyes searching your face as if unsure whether to believe you or not. "You say that now..."
You give $a_them a small, reassuring smile. "Trust me. I've dealt with worse."
Athiel snorts derisively. "Debatable."
<i>If only $a_they knew</i>. You don't answer, getting out of the car before $a_they can add anything else.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C48">><</button>>"Where $m_is $name? I won't wait another minute here, let me in before I call the police, young $j_man," you hear Juliet warn Ekissa who stands $j_their ground with tensed shoulders.
"I told you I don't know where the fuck $m_they $m_is," your best friend snaps. "And calling the cops? Who do you think they're gonna arrest when they see a crazy witch screaming to get into a house she doesn't own?"
"This house is my child's property!" Juliet gasps in disbelief. "You should mind your tone with me, $j_boy. Who raised you? Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?"
Ekissa clenches $a_their fists with a mocking smile playing on $a_their lips. "She told me not to let people walk all over me, especially not witches like you. So here I am, telling you to fuck off before I make you."
"Watch your tone with me, you insolent brat!" Juliet barks.
Your steps falter as you approach them, hesitating to turn back before she notices your arrival. It was $namee who took care of $e_their mother in the past. It was $namee calming Juliet when you and Juliet had a disagreement. And now that $e_they's gone, you don't know how to handle it. How to handle <i>her</i>.
You want to jump on Juliet and tell her to stop, to scream at her and unleash all the pent-up emotions you've been bottling inside. But then you remember how $namee still loved $e_their mom, even though $e_they hated how she treated you. Would it really be okay to confront her?
Approaching, you stand next to Ekissa, your best friend's attention snapping to you. "$name? I told you to–"
"There you are," Juliet interjects, glaring at you with a finger pointed your way in accusation. "Didn't I tell you to leave my child's house? <<if $phonecalljuliet == "no">>Are you going to hide behind your little friend again today? After not responding to my calls, do you plan to let your friend answer for you again?<<else>>I called you, we had a discussion! I thought you'd be smart enough to leave. Clearly, I gave you too much credit, assuming there was even a trace of a functional brain in that thick skull of yours."<</if>>
The situation is rapidly escalating as Athiel tries to intervene when $a_they gets out of $a_their car.
"Mom," $a_they starts, but Juliet raises a hand to silence $a_them.
"Don't get involved in this, honey," she says sternly. "Go back in your car."
Her <<if $genderroa == "man">>son<<else>>daughter<</if>> sighs as $a_they shoves $a_their hands in $a_their pockets with a shake of $a_their head, not moving from $a_their position in front of $a_their car. "This is gonna be messy..."
"It doesn't have to be," Juliet retorts, glaring your way. "$m_They just $m_have to leave. It's simple enough, isn't it? I want you out, $name."
"And I want you to shut the fuck up but we can't have everything now, can we?" Ekissa sneers at the mother.
Athiel narrows $a_their eyes at your best friend. "Mind your language with my mother, Ekissa."
"Fuck.You."
"I'll be kind once again," Juliet tells you, frosty gaze locked in yours. "I'll give you an hour to pack up your things and leave this place."
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*[["I won't leave my house," you answer, lifting your chin in defiance.|Chap1C48.1]]
*[[You sneer at her. "You're not welcome here."|Chap1C48.2]]
*[["Let's talk about this calmly," you raise your hands in an attempt to ease her.|Chap1C48.3]]
*[[You smile at her. "Great to see you too Juliet. What a great day with you gracing me with your presence."|Chap1C48.4]]
*[["Do you plan to shout or can we actually have a civil discussion? You know, like adults." you tilt your head, arms crossed over your chest.|Chap1C48.5]]"You <i>will</i>," she narrows her eyes menacingly. "Don't test my patience, kid. I was kind enough to let you stay here until now. If Athiel hadn't asked me to let you stay, you would've been gone days ago. Out on the street. Right where you belong."
Her words strike a nerve as your brows shoot up in surprise. You let out a disbelieving bark of laughter. Did she just insult you by implying you're homeless?
"Maybe you could come with me," you smile sharply.
After all, she doesn't have any job, and her husband doesn't earn much. All the money she has? $namee gave it to her and now that $namee is gone? You have no doubt Athiel took over as their personal bank.
You add. "Maybe you'll stop using your kids' money if you stay right where you belong. In the street."
"Coming from someone who let my Athiel pay the rent is ironic, don’t you think?" she scoffs.
"You can say what you want, Juliet. I won't leave," you repeat. "Do you think I'm scared? I could call the cops right now and make you leave if I wanted to."
"Cops?" she echoes, letting out a manic laugh. You think she's going crazy, you just hope she's not crazy enough to actually kill you. "Cops?! You think cops will stop me? I could sue you for what you did to my $namee!"
Your blink at her. "What?"
You see Ekissa tense further in the corner of your eye at Juliet's words as $j_their hand comes to rest supportively on your back. "She's talking shit. Don't listen to her."
"$namee and now Athiel?" Juliet shakes her head with a cold smile. "You want to take them all from me? Are you going to try and put my other kid in an accident too?"
Your face falls as your eyes narrow dangerously. "It's not my fault if Athiel prefers my company over $a_their own mother."
"$a_They does <i>not</i>," her expression hardens.
You chuckle mockingly. "I wouldn't be surprised if $a_they did. $namee wasn't a fan of yours, either. $e_They loved you but you should've seen how much $e_they hated you too for–"
A loud smack echoes in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C50">><</button>>You catch the slight flinch in her body before she quickly composes herself, unsure if she reacted out of fear or hurt by your biting statement. Not that you care at this point. She started it, and you're determined to finish it.
"Don't take this tone with me," she practically spits at you, more agitated than a damn hornet's nest. "I won't tolerate–"
"Leave," you cut her off sharply. "Trust me, you don't want to piss me off."
She purses her lips so tightly you're worried she'll cut them with her teeth if she keeps going. "Because, what, you're oh so scary when you're pissed off? Aren't you a bit pretentious, right now?!"
"I wonder who's the most pretentious between the two of us at the moment," you shoot back.
"I won't let you disrespect me like this!" Juliet shouts, barely containing her fury. "I want you out of this house right <i>now</i>."
"Too bad, I won't leave <i>my</i> house," you glare at her. "I don't know why you're so determined to make me leave and ruin my life when you could simply ignore me, but you can try all you want, the result will be the same."
"You're the one who ruined my life when you decided to put my kid in an accident," she snaps viciously. "Will you ever stop being a danger to my kids or does it run in your family?!"
"Say that again," you grit out through clenched teeth.
You see Ekissa tense further in the corner of your eye at Juliet's words as $j_their hand comes to rest on your back in support.
"$namee and now Athiel?" Juliet shakes her head with a cold smile. "You want to take them all from me? Are you going to try and put my other kid in an accident too?"
Your face falls as her cruel words hit their mark, eyes narrowing dangerously. You want to hurt her, want her to feel exactly what you're feeling right now, give her a taste of her own medicine.
"It's not my fault if Athiel prefers my company over $a_their own mother's."
"$j_They does <i>not</i>," her expression hardens.
You chuckle mockingly. "I wouldn't be surprised if $a_they did. $namee wasn't a fan of yours, either. $e_They loved you but you should've seen how much $e_they hated you too for–"
A loud smack echoes in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C50">><</button>>She doesn't look eased at all by the way her glare burns holes in your skin. That's how it is every time you try to be the bigger person. It doesn't matter for her. No matter how hard you try. You're never good enough for her. Always the parasite trying to snatch her kids from her.
You <i>know</i> that no matter how calm you are or how much you try to calm things, she won't hear one thing from you.
"I won't ask you again, leave this house." her voice tightens.
"I can't do that," you murmur, still trying to be the bigger person. "I know you hate me, but trying to make me leave won't change what happened, Juliet. This house is $namee's but it's mine too. If you need to get in to have some of $e_their belongings, there's no problem, we can–"
"Shut up," she cuts you off, her jaw clenched and expression hardening. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
You blink at her. You knew she was crazy, just not <i>this</i> much. "Juliet..."
"You ruined my $namee's life and you dare try to act all kind and understanding?" she says quietly, too quiet. "You're a monster."
"What?"
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ekissa tense protectively, $j_their hand coming to rest supportively on your back.
"$namee and now Athiel?" Juliet shakes her head with a cold smile. "You want to take them all from me? Are you going to try and put my other kid in an accident too?"
Your frown slightly. "It's not my fault if Athiel prefers my company over $a_their own mother."
"$j_They does <i>not</i>," her expression hardens.
"And yet $a_they's living with me," you point out calmly.
"Because you're forcing $a_them to stay to pay the rent!"
Your frown deepens as you shake your head. "Why would I do that? And it's not like Athiel can't make $a_their own decision. Look I don't–"
"Shut up!" she cuts you off sharply.
"But we have to have this conver–"
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!"
Fed up, the words spill out before you can stop them. "$namee wasn't a fan of yours and I understand why now. $e_They loved you but you should've seen how much $e_they hated you too for being–"
A loud smack echoes in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C50">><</button>>"Don't take this tone with me," she practically spits at you, more agitated than a damn hornet's nest.
"What tone?" you tilt your head, feigning innocence with a look of mock concern. "Everything alright, Juliet darling? Do you need a cold drink to refresh yourself a bit? You're old, so I understand if the heat is short-circuiting your system. Of course there's no shame in being old."
"I don't need a drink! I need you to get out of this house! Right now!" you hear her voice tighten, her anger so transparent.
"Now now, you should calm down before you pass out with too many emotions," you tut disapprovingly. "This heat doesn't help either. Are you sure you don't need a drink?"
"I won't let you disrespect me like this!" Juliet shouts, barely containing her fury. "I want you out of this house right <i>now</i>."
You hum pensively, tapping your chin with your finger. "But this is my house tho, isn't it? Why leave when it's mine?"
"Of course not! You think you can keep a house my kid bought? $e_They's the one who paid the rent while you were busy doing nothing but being your usual parasite self. No job, no money, no nothing," her features soften, not in a good way. Definitely in a way that makes your skin crawl as she laughs mockingly. "Aren't you tired of using people?"
"What?" you ask, trying to keep your smile firmly in place.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ekissa tense protectively, $j_their hand coming to rest supportively on your back.
"$namee and now Athiel?" Juliet shakes her head with a cold smile. "You want to take them all from me? Are you going to try and put my other kid in an accident too?"
Your face falls, eyes narrowing dangerously. You want to hurt her, want her to feel exactly what you're feeling right now, give her a taste of her own medicine.
Forcing your smile back, you tilt your head. "It's not my fault if Athiel prefers my company over $a_their own mother."
"$a_They does <i>not</i>," she snaps, expression hardening.
You chuckle mockingly. "I wouldn't be surprised if $a_they did. $namee wasn't a fan of yours either. $e_They loved you but you should've seen how much $e_they hated you too for–"
A loud smack echoes in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C50">><</button>>She doesn't look like she wants to have a civil conversation at all right now. Juliet's glare could burn holes in your skin. You could swear there's smoke escaping the top of her head. She's so agitated, you know it won't be long before the demon in her shows its face.
"I won't ask you again, leave this house."
"I can't do that," you shake your head. "Look, I get it, you hate me and all, but trying to force me out of my own home? That's going a bit too far, don't you think? I mean, it's not like you're the one paying the rent here, not that I pay either, mind you, but you know what I mean."
"Shut up," she cuts you off, her jaw clenched and expression hardening. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
You blink at her. You knew she was crazy, just not <i>this</i> much. You sigh. She's like the kid you saw at the shopping center, whining and kicking his foot because he didn't get what he wanted. Well, at least that kid calmed down when his mother soothed him.
"Is this how you handle problems?" you brow quirk up, unfazed. "By screaming at people to shut up because they don't agree with you?"
"Because you don't want to listen!" she says through gritted teeth.
"Well, you don't look like you're listening to me either." you point out. "This is hard for both of us, I get it. But lashing out isn't the smart way to go, don't you think?"
"You ruined my $namee's life and you dare try to act all kind and understanding?" she says quietly, too quiet. "You're a monster."
"What?"
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ekissa tense protectively, $j_their hand coming to rest supportively on your back.
"$namee and now Athiel?" Juliet shakes her head with a cold smile. "You want to take them all from me? Are you going to try and put my other kid in an accident too?"
You frown slightly. "It's not my fault if Athiel prefers my company over $a_their own mother's."
"$a_They does <i>not</i>," her expression hardens.
"And yet, $a_they's living with me," you point out calmly.
"Because you're forcing $a_them to stay to pay the rent!"
Your frown deepens as you shake your head. "Why would I do that? And it's not like Athiel can't make $a_their own decision. Look I don't–"
"Shut up!" she cuts you off sharply.
"But we have to have this conver–"
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!"
Clenching your jaw, the words leave your lips before you can stop them. "$namee wasn't a fan of yours and I understand why now. $e_They loved you but you should've seen how much $e_they hated you too for being–"
A loud smack echoes in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C50">><</button>>Athiel slams the door of the car close, hurrying to $a_their mother's side, the three of them raising their voices, but you can't make out the words clearly. Only muffled fragments of sentences and a lot of sharp, loud tones.
This is <i>not</i> going nicely. Well, you figured it wouldn't go smoothly with Juliet involved. It never does.
She's so determined to ruin your life, you're almost impressed by her dedication to follow through on it. Here you thought she might eventually grow tired and give up. But nope, she's still very much here. Still very much angry over something you never did. Something that wasn't your fault.
You try to comfort yourself with the thought that <i>no</i>, you're not the one who killed $namee. And you know what? It's hard to fully believe that.
Sliding down the car window slightly, you can better make out what they're shouting outside.
"What do you think you're doing," Athiel hisses at $a_their mother, trying to grab her wrist, but Juliet is quick to pull away. "I told you not to come here."
"I'm doing what I should've done a long time ago! Where $m_is $name? I want to see $m_them!" she snaps, still glaring at Ekissa. "I have to have a serious discussion with $m_them, it can't continue like this."
"Or maybe you should get out of here," Ekissa sneers at her.
<<if $phonecalljuliet == "yes">>"I had a call with $m_them! I thought we were clear $m_they'd leave this house!"<<else>>"What, $m_theyre running away again?! You're going to talk for $m_them again? If $m_they can't answer to my calls, I'll make $m_them face me instead!"<</if>>
"You're being crazy," her <<if $genderroa == "man">>son<<else>>daughter<</if>> clicks $a_their tongue. "Leave $m_them alone."
"What? You're defending $name over your own mother?!" she snaps, a flash of hurt crossing her features.
Athiel groans, head tilting back as $a_they stares at the sky. "Mom, please, don't make this difficult."
"I swear to god if you don't make her leave..." Ekissa scowls at Juliet. "She's been yapping non-stop about $name leaving. Guess what <i>witch</i>, that's not gonna happen. You can talk bullshit all day, it won't change a damn thing."
You wrinkle your nose in a wince. Your best friend is certainly in $j_their overprotective mode right now. It's not the first time you see $j_them like this, and you doubt it'll be the last. $j_They's always been quick to lash out when it concerns those close to $j_them.
Juliet narrows her eyes at Ekissa. "Don't test my patience kid, I was kind enough to let $name stay here until now. If Athiel wouldn't have asked me to let $m_them stay, $m_they would've been gone days ago."
"You never shut up, do you?" your best friend snorts derisively. "You should leave before I call the cops."
"Cops?" she echoes, barking a mocking laugh. You think she's going crazy, you just hope she's not crazy enough to actually come and kill you. "Cops?! You think cops will stop me? I could sue $name for what $m_they did to my $namee!"
"Say that again," you see Ekissa tense further at her words. This is going south. You don't give them two minutes before something bigger happen, you just hope they won't actually start to fight.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C49.1">><</button>>Juliet's gaze scans the area. And there it is, she finds the one thing she's been itching to torture. She doesn't wait to storm your way, yanking the door of the car open while Athiel tries in vain to restrain her.
"What do you think you're doing?" Athiel says, voice hardening with urgency. "Mom, don't. C'mon, leave $m_them alone.
"Oi, you better not do something you'll regret," Ekissa barks, hurrying to your side too.
"Let go of me, Athiel!" Juliet orders her kid, grabbing your wrist as you're extricated from the car.
You don't even have time to process what's happening before you're out of the car, her grip on your wrist never falters as you're forced to stand and face her. Is this it? Is she going to try to kill you?
She's more agitated than a damn hornet's nest. You knew she was crazy, just not <i>this</i> much. She's like the kid you saw at the shopping center earlier, whining and kicking his foot because he didn't get what he wanted.
Well, at least that kid calmed down when his mother soothed him. You don't think it could work on her the same way it worked on that kid.
You're not gonna lie, you hope she's not going to actually kill you.
<<if $phonecalljuliet == "yes">>"We had a discussion over the phone the other day, correct?" she asks icily through gritted teeth.
"I–"
"And I thought we were clear about one thing," she doesn't let you answer. "You were supposed to leave!"<<else>>"Always running away," she says icily through gritted teeth. "Aren't you tired of running away from your responsibility?!"
"I–"
"I warned your friend. I told $j_them you should leave," she doesn't let you answer. "You were supposed to leave!"<</if>>
You step away, back against the car, as you try to get her hands off yours.
"$namee and now Athiel?" Juliet shakes her head with a cold smile, throwing away your hand as if burned. "You want to take them all from me? Are you going to try and put my other kid in an accident too?"
Your eyes narrow at that. A low blow. What a fucking joke. Again saying it's your fault.
Maybe you have a death wish, maybe you like to play with fire because you say the words before you can stop them. "It's not my fault if Athiel prefers my company over $a_their own mother's."
"$a_They does <i>not</i>," her expression hardens.
You clench your jaw, trying your luck again. "I wouldn't be surprised if $a_they did. $namee wasn't a fan of yours either. $e_They loved you but you should've seen how much $e_they hated you too for being–"
A loud smack echoes in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C50">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>>You must have imagined it, but Athiel's expression brightens ever so slightly as $a_they looks at $a_their reflection in the mirror nearby, pressing the black fabric against $a_their chest. "You think?"
"Yeah," you nod, propping your chin on your palm, elbow resting on your knee. "Makes your eyes and hair stand out, I guess."
$a_Their head tilts here and there, $a_their blond hair reaching $a_their shoulders following the movement. $a_Their gaze fixed on $a_themself, $a_they adds. "You've got good taste. I think I'll take both, though I prefer the black one too."
You don't know how to answer to... <i>that</i>, so you just nod again, a bit caught off guard by $a_their change of demeanor. This $a_man is probably the most lunatic person you've ever known.
"Thanks," you hear $a_them say. But then again, it must be your imagination.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C8">><</button>>Your brain struggles to process what just happened as you remain still, your cheek stinging from the slap and adrenaline coursing through your veins. That was so fucking low, even for Juliet's standards.
The force of the blow whipped your head to the side. You stare ahead blankly, absently. It feels eerily familiar. Hence, the lack of reaction. And yet, your mind spins, just like the first time it happened long ago.
Your dad hit harder. Juliet's slap was just a caress in comparison. She can't even hit properly.
Pathetic.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C51">><</button>><i>Your body gets propelled sideways by the blow, crashing to the ground. You blink in confusion. Your brain refuses to process, you don't want to process anything.
This was a bad idea. You were being too rebellious. This was a bad idea. Why did you talk back? <b>This was a bad idea.</b>
"When I say shut up, you shut the fuck up, you hear me?" his voice is cold and harsh. "Get up."
You're too shocked to react at first, your breath comes in shaky pants. Of course it'd be your turn now that your mother is gone. Being the oldest kid of the house, being the one with all the responsibility on your shoulders.
Before he can repeat himself, you force yourself to get up, cheek still burning from the slap you just earned from your dad. Tears travel down your face but no sounds come out of your mouth. You don't have the right to be noisy. You just have to be quiet in the hope of appeasing him.
"Clean this mess," he orders, taking back his seat on the couch with a scoff. "I'm paying for everything here, and you still dare to question my words. Ungrateful fucking kid."
You silently start to pick up the broken shards on the floor. You don't even sniffle, not wanting to make any noise and anger him further. The shards dig and bury in your skin, but you stay quiet. Not a sound will come out of this mouth who badmouthed your father.
There's drops of blood on the floor, but not yours. You chance a glance at your dad, his hand bleeds but he doesn't seem to care.
And you hate it. You hate yourself for feeling a pang of guilt in your chest. You hate yourself for caring.
"When you're done, cook something, your sister and brothers won't wait all night for you to feed them." you father calls out, eyes focused on his action movie.
Of course you have to do everything in this house, that's your role now, isn't it?</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C52">><</button>><<if $lazincouple == "comfortable">><<set $parlazinroute to "yes">><<else>><<set $parlazinroute to "no">><</if>>"What the fuck?!" Ekissa's hiss snaps you back to the present. This was the last straw. $j_They closes the distance to push the woman away. "Get the fuck outta here! Get outta here fucking <i>bitch</i>. I swear to god if you don't get your ass out of my way, I'll do something we'll both regret."
"What the..." Athiel breathes out, still dazed by $a_their mother's violence, hurrying to grab $a_their mother's arm and yank her away. "Why did you do that?! Are you crazy? You can't just slap people like that, I thought it was common sense!"
"Let go of me!" Juliet screams, trying to wrestle free of her <<if $genderroa == "man">>son<<else>>daugther<</if>>'s arms around her, who is stopping her from coming back to you for a round two. "I'm not done! $m_They $m_have to understand! $m_They $m_have to leave!"
She's blinded by pure rage, kicking and squirming in her <<if $genderroa == "man">>son<<else>>daughter<</if>>'s embrace. She's completely lost it.
Your fists clench hard, blunt nails digging in your palms. This is the limit you've set for yourself, nobody, <i>nobody</i> will ever hit you. They can shout, they can scream, they can do whatever they want to try to shut you up, but they'll never get away with hitting you.
The temptation to give her a taste of her own medicine is real. You're itching to make her cheek redden just like yours. To show her what a real slap feels like.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C53">><</button>><<if $lovekidsornah == "You love kids, really, but <i>having</i> kids is another matter." or $lovekidsornah == "You love kids, always loved them so having one or more is only natural.">><<set $likekids to "yes">><<elseif $lovekidsornah == "You don't usually like kids, but you wouldn't mind having one with the person you love." or $lovekidsornah == "You love kids faaaar away from you.">><<set $likekids to "no">><</if>><<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>But slowly, your eyes widen when arms gather you and cradle you like you actually matter, more than an annoying person who 'killed' $namee. More than a little kid who dared to talk back to a father.
Your breath hitches, shoulders relaxing slightly. Your body is trembling and you don't know if it's the simple intimacy you've been starved of for far too long or if it's the adrenaline still here. Probably both.
"Are you out of your mind?!" you hear Emilia snap at Juliet as you look<<if $height == "very tall" or $height == "tall" or $height == "average">> down<<elseif $height == "short" or $height == "very short">> up<</if>> at her features to see the hatred in her eyes directed to the other mother.
You've seen Emilia strict, upset, annoyed or even impatient. You've never seen Emilia pissed off like this. The hatred in her eyes is so vivid you almost feel bad for Juliet, <i>almost</i>.
"What?" Juliet gasps in disbelief. "You can't– You don't know what $m_they–"
"How dare you lay a hand on a kid?!" Emilia stops Juliet with a disapproving glare dripping with disdain, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Have you no shame?"
"But $m_they didn't want to listen!" Juliet protests weakly.
"So you decided to <i>slap</i> $m_them?" Emilia retorts in disbelief. "Is it how it works now? When kids don't listen, just slap them and maybe they'll listen better? Is that it? You just hit them until they obey?"
You're not sure if you should be grateful or embarrassed to be called a kid. <<if $height == "very tall" or $height == "tall">>She looks tiny in comparison to your much taller frame, you tower over her, yet the protective way she holds you makes you feel strangely smaller in that moment.<<elseif $height == "average">>You're a bit taller than her and yet the protective way she holds you makes you feel strangely smaller in that moment.<<elseif $height == "very short">>You're already one of the shortest people around, and the way she protects you makes you feel even more small, in a good way.<<elseif $height == "short">>Having a similar height to Emilia doesn't change the fact that the way she protects you makes you feel small, in a good way<</if>> You don't say anything though, it's not the time to be picky.
"This is the last time you come here," Emilia states, tone brooking no argument. "You dare come, throw a fit and think hitting a child who did nothing wrong is okay just because you lost your kid? You should be ashamed of yourself. How old are you? You're a mother and yet I only see an idiot who uses violence just to be heard."
Juliet reels back as if physically struck, hurt flickering across her features. Then her face crumples as guilt, shame, and regret distort her expression as she opens and shuts her mouth. At a loss of words.
Athiel slowly releases $a_their mother once $a_they's confident Juliet won't come at you for a round two.
"Mom, you should leave..." you hear Athiel murmur quietly to $a_their mother.
"Mommy...?" a small voice calls out as Carly and Theo join the group with curious gazes.
That only worsens Juliet's expression. She looks away, rubbing her arm self-consciously. Your gaze turns to see $namel crossing the street, a deep frown etched onto $l_their features as $l_they approaches from a distance.
"It's okay," Emilia murmurs softly, her harsh tone gone as one of her arms that was shielding and cradling you, holds out to her kids. Once they're close, she gathers them with you close to her as if ready to shield you all if Juliet tries her luck. "That bad person was leaving."
You feel an awkward mix of embarrassment and gratitude for the open affection she shows not just her own kids, but <i>you</i> too. This isn't how you envisioned this situation ending, with Emilia so passionately taking your defense.
This is... nice. Really nice.
She levels an expectant stare at Juliet, daring the other mother to contradict her as Athiel tugs insistently $a_their mother's arm. Ekissa keeps $j_their furious glare locked on Juliet, jaw clenched tight.<<else>>But slowly, your eyes widen as two small figures bravely place themselves between you and the angry old woman. Carly finding refuge close to you, her arms wrapping around your waist and Theo frowning at Juliet, his short arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to appear intimidating but it doesn't land as much as he thinks it does. Not by the way he has to crane his neck to meet the older woman's gaze.
"Mommy said hitting people is bad," Theo declares firmly and you're surprised to see the hatred in the little boy's eyes directed at Juliet.
The smug smile, playful look, mischievous glint in his eyes are gone from his face. You didn't know a little kid like him could change so fast, like a switch turned off.
"What?" Juliet gasps in disbelief. "I just– You can't– You don't know what $m_they–"
You don't know what's more surprising, the kids taking your defense or Juliet actually trying to plead her case with a little kid. She's doing a bad job by stammering and searching her words like this.
"I don't care," Theo stops Juliet, his chin lifting in defiance, and he surprises you once again. "Have you no shame?"
The kid is either really mature for his age or simply parroting phrases he's overheard on TV. You're not sure if you should be grateful or embarrassed to be protected by kids. You don't say anything though, it's not the time to be picky.
"Your cheek is red..." Carly murmurs at you, her big doe eyes looking up at you with her lower lip trembling.
You reach up reflexively, brushing your fingertips over the stinging skin in an absent gesture. You're just glad Juliet didn't punch you. You wouldn't want to scare off the kids with your blood and broken nose.
Her small arms tighten around your waist and all of sudden, you don't care anymore about the sting. The gesture seems to be enough for now. <<if $likekids == "yes">>That's why you love kids, a small gesture is more meaningful than any empty words.<<else>>You're not usually a big fan of kids but she's touching a sensitive chord, soothing it without even doing much.<</if>>
"I..." Juliet falters, embarrassment and shame clouding her features.
"You're a monster," Theo doubles down, his frown deepening. "You're a monster, and I hope Mom never lets a mean monster like you in our house again!"
Juliet flinches as if physically struck, hurt flashing across her face. Then her expression crumples, guilt and regret distorting her features as she opens and shuts her mouth.
At a loss of words.
"What's going on here?" Emilia's voice cuts through as she rejoins the group, her expression hardening when she takes in your reddened cheek.
That only worsens Juliet's expression. She looks away, rubbing her arm self-consciously. Your gaze turns to see $namel crossing the street, a deep frown etched onto $l_their features as $l_they approaches from a distance.
"Mummy!" Carly cries out, scampering over to clutch at Emilia's skirts as the woman scoops her up. The little girl points an accusatory finger at Juliet. "That bad person hurt $name!"
"It's okay, she was leaving," Emilia states flatly, leveling an expectant look at Juliet that dares the woman to contradict her. Athiel tugs insistently on $a_their mother's sleeve while Ekissa keeps glaring, $j_their jaw clenched tightly.<</if>>
She has no choice now. She's lost face, lost whatever 'reputation' she may have cultivated with the neighbors she was once friendly with. No one is on her side, and she's realizing it. Maybe, just maybe, she'll finally get it through her thick skull that you ain't going anywhere. No matter how hard she tries to force you out.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C54">><</button>>"This isn't the end," Juliet storms away, yanking open her door and throwing her bag in before getting in her car and leaving your neighborhood.
Feeling drained, you massage your temple with your fingers. You've been doing so well so far without her coming back to ruin everything. Athiel was one thing, but Juliet is worse. At least with Athiel, you know $a_they's not going to plainly tell you you ruined everyone's life for an accident you didn't ask for.
You're hurting too, but she acts like she's the only one having to deal with all of this. You hate feeling like you did something horrible when it <i>wasn't</i> your fault. You didn't "premeditate" the accident, didn't orchestrate some sick twist of fate. Hell, you didn't even <i>wish</i> for something like this. Not in your darkest thoughts, not in your worst moments.
You just want this pain to go away. The only problem is, you have no idea <i>how</i>.
$namel who was silent until now, grimaces as $l_they breaks the heavy silence. "Well, that could've gone better."
"Why are you here again?" Athiel fixes $a_their hair, looking at $namel as if regarding an insect stuck under $a_their shoe. "And where's $namet? That $t_man is certainly the only one here I can stand."
The old $l_man cocks a lazy brow at the younger $a_man, unfazed. "My $t_son is still working and $t_they doesn't live with me as much as I'd love to."
"When will $t_they return?"
"I don't know," $namel shrugs. Losing interest, $l_they meets your eyes. "You okay?"
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*[["What do you think?" you retort.|Chap1C55]]
*[["Oh, great, really," you say, voice thick with sarcasm. "I'm living my best life here."|Chap1C56]]
*[["I'm good," you smile with a small nod. "Thanks."|Chap1C57]]
*[["I don't know," you confess with a shrug. "I just wanna take a shower and get some rest."|Chap1C58]]
*[[You run a hand through your hair. "Not good but that's no news."|Chap1C59]]
*[["I'll tell you when I know," you huff a tired chuckle. "For now, I'll take a shower and get some rest. I'm beat."|Chap1C60]]$namel winces as $l_they smiles sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Smart question," Athiel drawls, giving $namel a pointed look as $namel sighs.
"Yeah, thanks Athiel," $namel replies dryly. "I really needed your input."
"Oh but you're welcome, I'm happy to help," the blondie smiles mockingly.
You rub your temples more vigorously, a headache starting behind your eyes. The last thing you need is these two bickering.
"Enough, both of you," you say firmly, cutting their banter off. And to your surprise, they both fall silent, looking chastised. "I think I've had enough rollercoaster for today, don't you think?"
$namel is the first to speak, $l_their voice gentle. "You know I'm here for you if you need anything."
Athiel makes a show of checking $a_their nails, pretending disinterest. Pretending nothing happened. But you notice the concern flickering in $a_their eyes when $a_they thinks no one is watching.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C61">><</button>><<set $LF to $LF - 1>>"Dumb question," $namel smiles sheepishly.
You can't help but agree with $l_them. "You think?"
The old $l_man raises $l_their hands in surrender with a small chuckle. "Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off."
You sigh, rubbing your temples as a headache starts to build behind your eyes. "It's just been..."
"...a lot to handle?" $l_they finishes knowingly. "For what it's worth, you've got people in your corner. Even Athiel over there."
$l_They nods towards Athiel, who scowls in response. A wry smile tugs at your lips. "That almost makes it worse somehow."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C61">><</button>><<set $LF to $LF + 1>>$namel returns your smile with one of $l_their own. "Okay. What happened was <i>not</i> okay, so I just hope you know I'm here."
Your smile widens a tad. "Glad to know."
"Awww, a touching moment," Athiel comments mockingly. "Should we all leave for you two to kiss each other's ass?"
You share a look with $namel as you both decide to ignore the blondie.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C61">><</button>><<set $LF to $LF + 1>>$namel smiles in understanding. "I can imagine after what happened. This isn't getting better, huh?"
"Not really," you sigh, shoulders sagging.
"I'm sure better things wait for you," $l_they says softly, trying to bring some optimism.
It doesn't work much, though.
You muster a weak smile of appreciation at $namel's words. "I hope you're right."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C61">><</button>>$namel frowns in worry. "I can imagine after what happened. This isn't getting better, huh?"
"Not really," you sigh, shoulders sagging.
"How about you get some rest then?" $l_they says softly with a smile.
"Yeah, I'll probably do just that."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C61">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF - 1>>"So you can lock yourself in your room again, you mean?" $a_they snorts derisively. "Be grateful I'm even letting you have the pleasure of hanging out with me."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"<i>Thank you</i> Athiel," you say, tone too light to be genuine. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you in my life. How fortunate I am to have someone like you by my side."
"<i>Har Har</i>," $a_they deadpans.
You freeze. This is like a deja vu. A deja vu you don't want to reminisce. The same kind of tone as $namee, the same kind of expression when your sarcasm goes too far–
As if sensing your turmoil, Athiel adds quickly. "So, black or red?"
<<else>>"I don't 'lock' myself in my room," you mumble, but the avoidance in your gaze betrays the truth of the matter.
"You're sure about that?" $a_they retorts, not letting you off the hook. After a moment, $a_they prompts, "So, black or red?"
You let out a small sigh, shoulders slowly relaxing as you shrug. "I don't know... both?"<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C8">><</button>><<set $LF to $LF + 1>>$namel frowns in worry as $l_they observes your features. "Yeah you probably need it more than anything right now."
"Is it your way to tell me I look horrible?" you raise a brow with a small smile.
The old $l_man chuckles, shaking $l_their head. "No, you always look like a real sweetheart to me."
You roll your eyes at the flirt.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C61">><</button>>"Maybe we should file a complaint," Emilia suggests, her concerned gaze lingering on your reddened cheek as she gently sets Carly down. "She can't just waltz in here, assault you, and expect zero consequences."
Athiel winces at this, roughly running fingers through $a_their hair. "Can't we give her another chance?"
Emilia whips her head to the young $a_man, her eyes narrowing. "What?"
"Are you for real right now?" Ekissa scoffs.
The blondie clicks $a_their tongue. $a_They avoids the eyes on $a_them, finding the wall of your house very interesting. "She's not usually violent, it's the first time I saw her like this."
"Yeah? Well that's too bad, 'cause she literally pounced on $name first chance she got," Ekissa cuts in before Emilia can respond, $j_their words sharp.
"I'm not telling you to forgive her, just don't press charges," Athiel's voice turns icy as $a_they lifts his chin. "She's still my mother in case you forgot, you can't expect me to hate her."
"No one's asking you to hate her," Ekissa fires back, matching Athiel's icy tone. "But actions have consequences, and violence shouldn't be tolerated or excused. She fuckin' slapped $name. Were you too fucking blind to see it or too busy looking the other way?"
Athiel meets $a_their gaze defiantly. "You don't get it. You have no clue what it's like to see your $e_brother's burned body in a hospital bed after a crash."
"Doesn't matter," Ekissa shoots back. "She didn't need to go all psycho on $name like the crazy witch she is."
"$name $m_is not innocent, $m_theyre involved in all this just as much!" Athiel's voice rises in frustration.
Ekissa takes a step towards $a_them, barely containing $j_their rage. "Don't even try to pin any blame on $name. I'm not gonna stand here while you make excuses for assault."
"I'm not saying $m_they caused the crash or pushed $namee into that car," the blonde snaps. "But don't act like $m_they $m_wasnt deliberately provoking my mother."
"That witch started it," your best friend snarls.
You frown in their direction, at their escalating argument. A mess, that's what it is.
"How about we let $name choose?" $namel interjects with a forced smile, trying to lighten up the mood.
It only earns twin glares, though Emilia nods in agreement.
"$l_They's right, this should be $name's choice." turning her attention to you, she smiles warmly. "But go rest for now. This can wait."
You don't need to be told twice. With heavy steps, you retreat into your house, leaving the drama behind. At least for now.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C62">><</button>>The moment you close your bedroom door, a shaky breath escapes you. Your back slides down against the wood until you hit the floor, legs giving out beneath you.
You miss $namee so much. $e_They should be here. $e_They'd know exactly what to say, how to hold you, how to make everything okay again. $e_Their smile, $e_their touch, $e_their voice haunt your thoughts like a bittersweet movie reel you can't stop playing. You miss $e_them so fucking much.
You squeeze your eyes shut, taking deep breaths to extinguish the rising panic in your chest. In the hazy mess of your thoughts, you almost miss the soft meow beside you. It's only when a second, more insistent meow echoes in the room that you open your eyes.
You find $catname staring back at you, head tilted quizzically. He inches closer, giving your arm a gentle headbutt with his nose.
A watery smile ghosts your lips. "Hey buddy... Still putting up with me, huh?"
You thought it was just temporary, but the grumpy cat seems to have actually warmed up to you since $namee... since everything changed.
Your hand trembles slightly as you reach out to scratch under his chin. He meows again and butts his head against your palm demandingly. "Here I thought you hated me."
Taking the hint, you scoop $catname onto your lap, where he settles in contently. His purrs vibrate through your legs, a soothing white noise to focus on and to just... forget the problems dragging you down. As your breathing evens out, your fingers trace his sleek white fur, drawing rumbles of approval.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C63">><</button>><b><i>Hours later...</i></b>
<b>19:38
Macara Residence - Home</b>
"It's not your fuckin' business why I'm here and how long I'm gonna stay here," a familiar voice shouts sharply.
"It's not your fuckin' business why I'm here and how long I'm gonna stay here," another voice imitates the first one mockingly. "Does it hurt you not to curse for a second here? I don't know why you'd stay when you have your own place. You're just freeloading. You don't cook because poor $j_boy doesn't know how to do it without burning something, you don't clean because you think $name is gonna do it for you, you don't do anything but help pay the rent."
"The fuck did you just say?" the first voice says in a low, menacing voice. "I clean this damn place each morning when you're too busy doing your damn model gig and showing your ass for the whole world to see–"
"I'm not showing my ass!"
"–I help $name with the cooking when you're too busy watching TV. You better shut the fuck up or I swear to god I'm gonna–"
"Or what?" the other voice snaps. "C'mon, say it. What are you gonna do if I don't shut my trap?"
"Guys..." a third voice tries to calm things down. "You're going to wake up $name..."
"$m_They can wake up, I don't care," one laugh devoid of mirth. "This $e_man right here has no right to stay in this house. All $j_they does is making me feel like–"
"It's not your place to begin with, asshole," the second spits each words with venom. "No one cares if you feel like shit. <i>I</i> don't give a shit if you feel uncomfortable with me here. I don't stay for you, I stay for $name."
You shift in your bed, staring at the ceiling. $catname is still sleeping at your feet, curling against himself. But as much as you find it cute, you should probably go before it escalates more than it already has.
Passing a hand over your face, you close your eyes shut. The arguments, sniping comments, heavy tension. You're going through problems after problems, drowning in them and you don't know how to stop it.
"And should we talk about how you acted with my mom?"
"What? Who gives a fuck about that bitch–"
"<b><i>Don't</i></b> call her that."
"Watch me. That bitch went crazy on my best friend and you want me to be cool with it? Fuck that."
Another sigh escapes you.
You're already grieving, you don't need more drama piling on top. Sure, you're not the only one hurting, but right now? You just can't bring yourself to care. For once in your life, you want to be selfish, you want to take time for yourself, focus on only you. But you can't. You can't because problems jump on you each time you feel like you're doing better.
With a deep breath, you get up from your bed and pad to your door, easing it open. You can do it.
Of course you can do it, dealing with angry people is practically second nature by now.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C64">><</button>><<if $cookingskills == "You don't know much about cooking, but you saw $namee cook enough times to have at least a basic understanding.">><<set $cookskills to "no">><<elseif $cookingskills == "You've got good cooking skills.">><<set $cookskills to "good">><<elseif $cookingskills == "You're pretty skilled when it comes to cooking.">><<set $cookskills to "perf">><</if>>As you move down the hallway and go down the stairs, the voices become clearer.
"Both of you, knock it off," a stern voice cuts through. "Take your screaming match outside if you can't control yourselves."
"Stay out of it, $namet," you hear Athiel reply coldly. "And why are you two even here, huh?"
"Because we heard you two arguing, you're being so loud we could hear you from across the road," $namel explains calmly. "We're just trying to find a peaceful solution here and avoid $name waking up with you two shouting."
"And that's your business because...?" Athiel asks mockingly. "Sorry, but I don't get why you're always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, $namel."
"Watch it, Athiel," $namet warns coldly.
"What? It's the truth, tho. $l_They's always–"
"You really don't want to start with me," $namet cuts $a_them off, and that actually makes Athiel shut up.
When you step into the living room, all eyes turn to you as you stare at them. Athiel's standing toe-to-toe with Ekissa, $a_their eyes narrowed, whole body exuding $a_their usual arrogance but there's something more harsh and bitter on $a_their features. Ekissa has $j_their arms crossed tightly across $j_their chest, as if barely controlling $j_themself from doing something $j_they'll probably regret.
$namel's and $namet's gaze meet yours from where they're hovering near the two others, clearly ready to jump in if fists start flying. The younger $t_man looks away to focus on the angry duo, $t_their hands stuffed in $t_their dark dress pants, while $namel shoots you an apologetic smile.
"Seems we disturbed your rest," the older $l_man says softly.
Ekissa seems to snap out of it, looking your way and catching your eyes. A flash of guilt passes across $j_their face before $j_they steps back from Athiel, forgetting the argument to approach you. "Hungry?"
Not exactly what's on your mind right now, no.
Athiel blinks at Ekissa's retreat, then meets your gaze. While $a_they doesn't look guilty, $a_they at least has the grace to sigh before dropping onto the couch, snatching up the TV remote like it's suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.
No one talks. Anticipating your answer to a simple 'hungry?'. Wondering if it's the last straw for you. If it's the one last thing that will break you for good. Or if you'll ignore the elephant in the room.
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*[["Is it too hard for you two to get along for one day?" you ask, voice tight. You won't act as if nothing happened, and you definitely won't let it slide.|Chap1C65]]
*[["This won't work," you say as you wave vaguely around the room. "This, this won't work if you don't put some effort."|Chap1C66]]
*[["I'm tired of this," you murmur, passing a hand over your face. "If you don't like each other, both of you could just ignore each other."|Chap1C67]]
*[["Can you two try to be polite at least?" you ask, voice pleading. "You don't have to get along, but can you stop antagonizing each other?"|Chap1C68]]Ekissa looks down like a sad kicked little puppy, roughly running fingers through $j_their hair while Athiel lifts $a_their chin defiantly, but for once, doesn't say anything.
"If you can't stand each other, what about you ignore the other?" you continue, frown deepening. "This whole routine is getting real old, real fast. I'm done playing referee. If you two can't keep your mouths shut instead of starting drama over every little thing, maybe you both need to find somewhere else to live."
$namel's eyes go wide, but $l_they and $namet remain silent observers. Athiel glares at you, and Ekissa's expression falls.
You thought about it—about them leaving and let you grieve, <i>really</i> grieve. Them leaving you in peace, far away from you. You spent years in a house where you felt like utter shit, the shittiest shit in the fucking world. You're not letting yourself go through that again.
Ekissa stays for you, you know it but you can't deal with this shit. $j_They can always visit you when <i>you</i> feel like it from time to time.
Athiel stays, but you don't even know <i>why</i>, $a_they's so determined to stay you'll start to think it's for you too, in $a_their own annoying way. But here again, $a_they can always visit you when Ekissa isn't around.
"What about the rent..?" Ekissa asks softly but there's no double meaning, just a matter-of-fact question.
"I'll sell my stuff if I need money to pay the rent," you retort. "You're draining the little energy I have so I'm sure I'll find a way if it means living in peace and without arguments every single day."
"$name..." your best friend starts but nothing else comes out of $j_their mouth.
Athiel's response catches you completely off guard. "Okay."
"Okay?" you echo $a_their words, wondering if it means $a_they'll leave or put some efforts.
"I won't get in the way anymore and..." $a_they struggles to let the words out, gritting $a_their teeth. "...I'll try to stop antagonizing Ekissa."
$namel smiles in relief but the smile falters a little when Ekissa narrows $j_their eyes at Athiel, not buying it. "You'd do that?"
The blondie bristles. "I'm trying here, what about you do the same?"
Ekissa's form tenses. That was a bad idea, clearly. You thought they'd at least try, but it's not working.
At least, that's what you thought.
"Alright."
Your gaze shifts between the both of them, unsure if you heard it right. However, when Ekissa looks your way with a nod of confirmation, your shoulders relax.
This has ended better than you thought it would. Especially coming from Athiel. You were ready to hear snarky remarks or to stop them from throwing punches or something. Not this... reluctant, tentative truce.
"How about we cook you something?" $namel chimes in, trying to lighten the mood as $l_they closes the distance, a hand on your back to usher you to the kitchen. "Wanna hear my last juicy gossip?"
----
*[["Not really, no," you scrunch your nose.|Chap1C69]]
*[[You shrug. "I guess."|Chap1C70]]
*[["Please," you nod, your lips curling up.|Chap1C71]]
*[["Is it about another fling?" you groan, already not liking this gossip.|Chap1C72]]
*[[You sigh in relief, grateful as you nod. "Yeah, that'd help."|Chap1C73]]The loaded tension is suffocating, you can't keep living like this. You're meant to feel comfortable in your own home, to look forward to returning after a night out, you're supposed to relax once home. But this, this is a nightmare.
"What's that supposed to mean?" comes Athiel sniping comment.
"You know too well what that's supposed to mean," you throw a deadpan look to Athiel who has the good grace to look away in a mix of shame and irritation. "Do I have to spell it out for you two to get it once and for all?"
Ekissa looks down like a sad kicked little puppy, roughly running fingers through $j_their hair while Athiel lifts $a_their chin defiantly but for once, doesn't say anything.
"If you can't stand each other, what about you ignore the other?" you continue, frown deepening. "It's starting to get old real fast. If you two can't try to shut your mouth instead of running it for all and nothing, maybe you should both leave this house. No, you should leave."
$namel's eyes go wide, but $l_they and $namet remain silent observers. Athiel glares at you and Ekissa's expression falls.
"$name..." your best friend starts as $j_they shakes $j_their head slowly. "We can make it work."
"That's a bit too late for that, don't you think?" you say firmly.
Athiel's response catches you completely off guard.
"I won't get in the way anymore and..." $a_they struggles to let the words out, gritting $a_their teeth. "...try to stop antagonizing Ekissa. So don't kick us out, okay?"
$namel smiles in relief but the smile falters a little when Ekissa narrows $j_their eyes at Athiel, not buying it. "You'd do that?"
The blondie bristles. "I'm trying here, how about you do the same?"
Ekissa's form tenses. You knew it wouldn't work. Yes, they pay the rent but honestly? You might as well sell some of your things to pay the rent yourself instead of having to deal with both of them.
"Alright."
Your gaze shifts between the both of them, unsure if you heard it right. However, when Ekissa looks your way with a nod of confirmation, your shoulders relax. "One last chance."
The two concerned nod in agreement. For once both of them obedient.
This has ended better than you thought it would. Especially coming from Athiel. You were ready to hear snarky remarks or to stop them from throwing punches or something. Not this... reluctant, tentative truce.
"How about we cook you something?" $namel chimes in, trying to lighten the mood as $l_they closes the distance, a hand on your back to usher you to the kitchen. "Wanna hear my last juicy gossip?"
----
*[["Not really, no," you scrunch your nose.|Chap1C69]]
*[[You shrug. "I guess."|Chap1C70]]
*[["Please," you nod, your lips curling up.|Chap1C71]]
*[["Is it about another fling?" you groan, already not liking this gossip.|Chap1C72]]
*[[You sigh in relief, grateful as you nod. "Yeah, that'd help."|Chap1C73]]The loaded tension is suffocating, you can't keep living like this. You're meant to feel comfortable in your own home, to look forward to returning after a night out, you're supposed to relax once home. But this, this is a nightmare.
"What's that supposed to mean?" comes Athiel sniping comment.
"You know too well what's that supposed to mean," you release a tired breath. "Look, I get it, you two can't stand each other. I just... I don't know, make it stop before I have to kick you two out. I'd rather struggle to pay the rent rather than struggling to simply live in my own house."
Ekissa looks down like a sad kicked little puppy, roughly running fingers through $j_their hair while Athiel lifts $a_their chin defiantly but for once, doesn't say anything.
"If you need to deal with a problem or just feel like pissing off each other, there's other places to do it," you continue, throwing an expectant look to both. "We can't keep going like this, this is getting out of hand, and this is exhausting."
"...alright."
Your gaze flicks to Ekissa, but you realize $j_they's not the one who said it. Blinking at Athiel who does $a_their best to ignore your gaze on $a_them, $a_they repeats through gritted teeth. "Alright, I'll try to... stop antagonizing $j_them."
Ekissa observes the blondie for a long time before focusing back on you with a nod. "Same."
Your shoulders finally relax as you blow a relieved breath. "Thanks."
This has ended better than you thought it would. Especially coming from Athiel. You were ready to hear snarky remarks or to stop them from throwing punches or something. Not this... reluctant, tentative truce.
"How about we cook you something?" $namel chimes in, trying to lighten the mood as $l_they closes the distance, a hand on your back to usher you to the kitchen. "Wanna hear my last juicy gossip?"
----
*[["Not really, no," you scrunch your nose.|Chap1C69]]
*[[You shrug. "I guess."|Chap1C70]]
*[["Please," you nod, your lips curling up.|Chap1C71]]
*[["Is it about another fling?" you groan, already not liking this gossip.|Chap1C72]]
*[[You sigh in relief, grateful as you nod. "Yeah, that'd help."|Chap1C73]]The loaded tension is suffocating, you can't keep living like this. You're meant to feel comfortable in your own home, to look forward to returning after a night out, you're supposed to relax once home. But this, this is a nightmare.
"You think it's easy with that $j_man constantly glaring at me and throwing mocking smile when $j_they can?" comes Athiel sniping comment.
"You're not a saint either," you remind $a_them gently. "Look, I get it, you two can't stand each other. I just... I really don't want to walk on eggshells whenever you two are in the same room. I'd rather struggle to pay the rent than struggle to simply live in my own house."
Ekissa looks down like a sad kicked little puppy, roughly running fingers through $j_their hair while Athiel lifts $a_their chin defiantly but for once, doesn't say anything.
"Can you try?" you try with a hopeful gaze. "Please? I really don't want to kick you out for something dumb like this."
"...alright."
Your gaze flicks to Ekissa, but you realize $j_they's not the one who said it. Blinking at Athiel who does $a_their best to ignore your gaze on $a_them, $a_they repeats through gritted teeth. "Alright, I'll try."
Ekissa observes the blondie for a long time before focusing back on you with a nod. "Same."
"Really?" you breathe out, voice hopeful. "You'd do that?"
"That's what we said," Athiel mutters.
Your shoulders finally relax as you blow a relieved breath, giving them a smile. "Thanks."
This has ended better than you thought it would. Especially coming from Athiel. You were ready to hear snarky remarks or to stop them from throwing punches or something. Not this... reluctant, tentative truce.
"How about we cook you something?" $namel chimes in, trying to lighten the mood as $l_they closes the distance, a hand on your back to usher you to the kitchen. "Wanna hear my last juicy gossip?"
----
*[["Not really, no," you scrunch your nose.|Chap1C69]]
*[[You shrug. "I guess."|Chap1C70]]
*[["Please," you nod, your lips curling up.|Chap1C71]]
*[["Is it about another fling?" you groan, already not liking this gossip.|Chap1C72]]
*[[You sigh in relief, grateful as you nod. "Yeah, that'd help."|Chap1C73]]"I promise you'll be begging to know more," $namel says lightly with a grin.
"Do you know what 'no' means?"
"Of course I do, but this one gossip is more interesting than you think," $l_they explains, starting to gather ingredients. "You'll miss something if you don't hear me out."
"$namel–"
"So there's this investor I've been dying to get," $l_they launches into $l_their story. "Good looking, tall with a killer smile, the whole package. The man only backs sports ventures, but I knew I could change his mind and sweet-talk him into my cosmetics line."
"This is supposed to be your juicy gossip?" you cock an eyebrow, leaning against the table beside $namel as $l_they preps the veggies, still not seeing where this is heading.
"That man always turned down my offers before," $l_they continues with a smirk. "I think he was too scared to be seen investing in a 'feminine' industry. You know the type. Typical macho, terrified of being seen as anything but the alpha male he believes he is. I knew it would be tricky to get him to accept. I sent him tons of offers and..."
$l_They pauses for dramatics. "He finally agreed to meet me for dinner to talk business. We spent a good hour talking about it. And you know what?"
"Need help?" $namet steps in the kitchen, not waiting for an answer to grab another knife to chop the carrots.
$t_They's followed by two silent people who do their best to ignore each other, one approaching you to peek over your shoulder and the other leaning against the counter and just observing you all silently.
"He was like," $namel continues $l_their gossip while chopping the onions. "'$namel you're so captivating, of course I'll invest in your-"
"That's not what he said, not even close," $namet comments, voice neutral but there's a hint of amusement. "Did you forget the part when he told you he'd invest only if you–"
"That's a minor detail," $namel cuts $l_their $t_son off with a grin.
You cock a brow at the old $l_man, pressing. "Only if you what?"
"The man was married," $namet explains, gesturing at $t_their $l_dad with the knife. "Said he'd invest only if my $l_dad stop flirting and harassing him with messages."
"Like I said, a tiny detail," $namel waves dismissively.
"So you hit on people who are taken?" Ekissa snorts. "Real charming."
"Jealous, my dear Eki'?"
"Don't call me that," your best friend's face wrinkles in disgust.
"But $name–"
"Yeah, <i>$name</i>. Not <i>$namel</i>." Ekissa reminds the old $l_man. "Actually, if you can just stop calling me at all. That'd be perfect."
----
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Leon. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<<else>>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Luna. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["You know that's not possible with Leon," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<<else>>[["You know that's not possible with Luna," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what he's doing.|Chap1C76]]<<else>>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what she's doing.|Chap1C76]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You glance at Travis, curious by his cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<<else>>[[You glance at Tracee, curious by her cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Leon and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Luna and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Luna and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Leon and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<</if>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>>You must have imagined it, but Athiel's expression seems to brighten ever so slowly as $a_they studies $a_their reflection in the nearby mirror, pressing the black fabric against $a_their chest and then the red one. "You think?"
"Yeah," you nod, propping your chin on your palm. "The black one makes your eyes and hair stand out, and the red one makes you look more... alluring?"
$a_Their head tilts back and forth, $a_their blond hair reaching $a_their shoulders following the movement. $a_Their gaze fixed on $a_themself, $a_they meets your eyes with a smile. A real smile. Athiel with a genuine smile.
It disappears just as quickly as it appears though when $a_they looks back at $a_their reflection. "You're right, both suit me perfectly. But then again, everything suits me."
And here's the arrogant comment.
You don't know how to respond to that, so you simply nod again, a bit caught off guard by $a_their sudden change in demeanor. This $a_man is probably the most lunatic person you've ever known.
"Thanks," you hear $a_them say. But it must be your imagination.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C8">><</button>>"Can you give me more enthusiasm?" $namel nudges you with a teasing smile.
You give $l_them a look. "I'm doing my best here."
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, starting to gather ingredients. "That's your best?"
"Uh-huh."
"So there's this investor I've been dying to get," $l_they launches into $l_their story. "Good looking, tall with a killer smile, the whole package. The man only backs sports ventures, but I knew I could change his mind and sweet-talk him into my cosmetics line."
"This is supposed to be your juicy gossip?" you cock an eyebrow, leaning against the table beside $namel as $l_they preps the veggies, still not seeing where this is heading.
"That man always turned down my offers before," $l_they continues with a smirk. "I think he was too scared to be seen investing in a 'feminine' industry. You know the type. Typical macho, terrified of being seen as anything but the alpha male he believes he is. I knew it would be tricky to get him to accept. I sent him tons of offers and..."
$l_They pauses for dramatics. "He finally agreed to meet me for dinner to talk business. We spent a good hour talking about it. And you know what?"
"Need help?" $namet steps in the kitchen, not waiting for an answer to grab another knife to chop the carrots.
$t_They's followed by two silent persons who do their best to ignore each other, one approaching you to peek over your shoulder and the other leaning against the counter and just observing you all silently.
"He was like," $namel continues $l_their gossip while chopping the onions. "'$namel you're so captivating, of course I'll invest in your-"
"That's not what he said, not even close," $namet comments, voice neutral but there's a hint of amusement. "Did you forget the part when he told you he'd invest only if you–"
"That's a minor detail," $namel cuts $l_their $t_son off with a grin.
You cock a brow at the old $l_man, pressing. "Only if you what?"
"The man was married," $namet explains, gesturing at $t_their $l_dad with the knife. "Said he'd invest only if my $l_dad stop flirting and harassing him with messages."
"Like I said, a tiny detail," $namel waves dismissively.
"So you hit on people who are taken?" Ekissa snorts. "Real charming."
"Jealous, my dear Eki'?"
"Don't call me that," your best friend's face wrinkles in disgust.
"But $name–"
"Yeah, <i>$name</i>. Not <i>$namel</i>." Ekissa reminds the old $l_man. "Actually, if you can just stop calling me at all. That'd be perfect."
----
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Leon. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<<else>>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Luna. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["You know that's not possible with Leon," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<<else>>[["You know that's not possible with Luna," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what he's doing.|Chap1C76]]<<else>>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what she's doing.|Chap1C76]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You glance at Travis, curious by his cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<<else>>[[You glance at Tracee, curious by her cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Leon and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Luna and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Luna and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Leon and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<</if>>"Really?" $l_their eyes light up with delight.
"Really."
$l_Their smile widens as $l_they gathers ingredients.
"So there's this investor I've been dying to get," $l_they launches into $l_their story. "Good looking, tall with a killer smile, the whole package. The man only backs sports ventures, but I knew I could change his mind and sweet-talk him into my cosmetics line."
"This is supposed to be your juicy gossip?" you cock an eyebrow, leaning against the table beside $namel as $l_they preps the veggies, still not seeing where this is heading.
"That man always turned down my offers before," $l_they continues with a smirk. "I think he was too scared to be seen investing in a 'feminine' industry. You know the type. Typical macho, terrified of being seen as anything but the alpha male he believes he is. I knew it would be tricky to get him to accept. I sent him tons of offers and..."
$l_They pauses for dramatics. "He finally agreed to meet me for dinner to talk business. We spent a good hour talking about it. And you know what?"
"Need help?" $namet steps in the kitchen, not waiting for an answer to grab another knife to chop the carrots.
$t_They's followed by two silent people doing their best to ignore each other. One is approaching you to peek over your shoulder, the other is leaning against the counter and just observing you all silently.
"He was like," $namel continues $l_their gossip while chopping the onions. "'$namel you're so captivating, of course I'll invest in your-"
"That's not what he said, not even close," $namet comments, voice neutral but there's a hint of amusement. "Did you forget the part when he told you he'd invest only if you–"
"That's a minor detail," $namel cuts $l_their $t_son off with a grin.
You cock a brow at the old $l_man, pressing. "Only if you what?"
"The man was married," $namet explains, gesturing at $t_their $l_dad with the knife. "Said he'd invest only if my $l_dad stop flirting and harassing him with messages."
"Like I said, a tiny detail," $namel waves dismissively.
"So you hit on people who are taken?" Ekissa snorts. "Real charming."
"Jealous, my dear Eki'?"
"Don't call me that," your best friend's face wrinkles in disgust.
"But $name–"
"Yeah, <i>$name</i>. Not <i>$namel</i>." Ekissa reminds the old $l_man. "Actually, if you can just stop calling me at all. That'd be perfect."
----
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Leon. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<<else>>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Luna. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["You know that's not possible with Leon," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<<else>>[["You know that's not possible with Luna," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what he's doing.|Chap1C76]]<<else>>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what she's doing.|Chap1C76]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You glance at Travis, curious by his cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<<else>>[[You glance at Tracee, curious by her cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Leon and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Luna and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Luna and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Leon and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<</if>>"Jealous much?" $l_they says playfully, wiggling $l_their brows.
You roll your eyes. "I'm just tired to hear how good and <<if $genderrol == "man">>handsome<<else>>pretty<</if>> you are, $namel"
"But I am good, nice, <<if $genderrol == "man">>handsome<<else>>pretty<</if>>, charming, breathtaking and perfect," $l_they grins, starting to gather ingredients. "Everything that ends with -ing? It's me."
"Like, disgusting?"
$l_They winks at you. "You mean 'dashing'?"
"In your dreams maybe."
"So there's this investor I've been dying to get," $l_they launches into $l_their story. "Good looking, tall with a killer smile, the whole package. The man only backs sports ventures, but I knew I could change his mind and sweet-talk him into my cosmetics line."
"This is supposed to be your juicy gossip?" you cock an eyebrow, leaning against the table beside $namel as $l_they preps the veggies, still not seeing where this is heading.
"That man always turned down my offers before," $l_they continues with a smirk. "I think he was too scared to be seen investing in a 'feminine' industry. You know the type. Typical macho, terrified of being seen as anything but the alpha male he believes he is. I knew it would be tricky to get him to accept. I sent him tons of offers and..."
$l_They pauses for dramatics. "He finally agreed to meet me for dinner to talk business. We spent a good hour talking about it. And you know what?"
"Need help?" $namet steps in the kitchen, not waiting for an answer to grab another knife to chop the carrots.
$t_They's followed by two silent persons who do their best to ignore each other, one approaching you to peek over your shoulder and the other leaning against the counter and just observing you all silently.
"He was like," $namel continues $l_their gossip while chopping the onions. "'$namel you're so captivating, of course I'll invest in your-"
"That's not what he said, not even close," $namet comments, voice neutral but there's a hint of amusement. "Did you forget the part when he told you he'd invest only if you–"
"That's a minor detail," $namel cuts $l_their $t_son off with a grin.
You cock a brow at the old $l_man, pressing. "Only if you what?"
"The man was married," $namet explains, gesturing at $t_their $l_dad with the knife. "Said he'd invest only if my $l_dad stop flirting and harassing him with messages."
"Like I said, a tiny detail," $namel waves dismissively.
"So you hit on people who are taken?" Ekissa snorts. "Real charming."
"Jealous, my dear Eki'?"
"Don't call me that," your best friend's face wrinkles in disgust.
"But $name–"
"Yeah, <i>$name</i>. Not <i>$namel</i>." Ekissa reminds the old $l_man. "Actually, if you can just stop calling me at all. That'd be perfect."
----
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Leon. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<<else>>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Luna. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["You know that's not possible with Leon," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<<else>>[["You know that's not possible with Luna," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what he's doing.|Chap1C76]]<<else>>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what she's doing.|Chap1C76]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You glance at Travis, curious by his cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<<else>>[[You glance at Tracee, curious by her cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Leon and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Luna and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Luna and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Leon and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<</if>>$l_Their smile softens as $l_they gathers ingredients. "Then I'd be happy to entertain you."
"Thanks," you mumble.
"So there's this investor I've been dying to get," $l_they launches into $l_their story. "Good looking, tall with a killer smile, the whole package. The man only backs sports ventures, but I knew I could change his mind and sweet-talk him into my cosmetics line."
"This is supposed to be your juicy gossip?" you cock an eyebrow, leaning against the table beside $namel as $l_they preps the veggies, still not seeing where this is heading.
"That man always turned down my offers before," $l_they continues with a smirk. "I think he was too scared to be seen investing in a 'feminine' industry. You know the type. Typical macho, terrified of being seen as anything but the alpha male he believes he is. I knew it would be tricky to get him to accept. I sent him tons of offers and..."
$l_They pauses for dramatics. "He finally agreed to meet me for dinner to talk business. We spent a good hour talking about it. And you know what?"
"Need help?" $namet steps in the kitchen, not waiting for an answer to grab another knife to chop the carrots.
$t_They's followed by two silent persons who do their best to ignore each other, one approaching you to peek over your shoulder and the other leaning against the counter and just observing you all silently.
"He was like," $namel continues $l_their gossip while chopping the onions. "'$namel you're so captivating, of course I'll invest in your-"
"That's not what he said, not even close," $namet comments, voice neutral but there's a hint of amusement. "Did you forget the part when he told you he'd invest only if you–"
"That's a minor detail," $namel cuts $l_their $t_son off with a grin.
You cock a brow at the old $l_man, pressing. "Only if you what?"
"The man was married," $namet explains, gesturing at $t_their $l_dad with the knife. "Said he'd invest only if my $l_dad stop flirting and harassing him with messages."
"Like I said, a tiny detail," $namel waves dismissively.
"So you hit on people who are taken?" Ekissa snorts. "Real charming."
"Jealous, my dear Eki'?"
"Don't call me that," your best friend's face wrinkles in disgust.
"But $name–"
"Yeah, <i>$name</i>. Not <i>$namel</i>." Ekissa reminds the old $l_man. "Actually, if you can just stop calling me at all. That'd be perfect."
----
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Leon. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<<else>>[["You should call Ekissa 'sweetheart' instead," you play along with Luna. "Eki' would absolutely love that."|Chap1C74]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["You know that's not possible with Leon," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<<else>>[["You know that's not possible with Luna," you laugh, giving your bestie a playful nudge.|Chap1C75]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what he's doing.|Chap1C76]]<<else>>[[You glance at Athiel, curious to know what she's doing.|Chap1C76]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You glance at Travis, curious by his cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<<else>>[[You glance at Tracee, curious by her cooking skills.|Chap1C77]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Leon and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Luna and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman" and $genderrot == "man">>[[You just observe Luna and Travis chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man" and $genderrot == "woman">>[[You just observe Leon and Tracee chopping the vegetables.|Chap1C78]]<</if>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>Ekissa mutters something under $j_their breath as $j_they shakes $j_their head. "Betrayed by my own best friend."
"Me?" you gasp, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't," Ekissa deadpans, rolling $j_their eyes but there's no heat behind $j_their words.
$j_Their attention away, yours shifting to the old $l_man standing next to you, gaze falling briefly on $l_their half-open shirt who exposes most of $l_their torso, as usual. $l_They blows away a rebellious <<if $genderrol == "woman">>strand of her long black hair spilling over her back<<else>>strand of his short black hair<</if>> getting in the way, and you feel yourself staring as it stubbornly falls right back where it was.
Looking up, your eyes meet $l_their gray ones a beat too long before $l_they spots $l_their target. $l_Their smile grows wider, ready for another round of teasing as $l_they coos at Ekissa. "Aww sweethe–"
"Don't," Ekissa scowls at $namel who seems very much entertained.
"But $name just said you'd love it."
Your best friend lets out a long-suffering groan. "Well, I don't."
$namel nudges you with a smirk. "$j_They doesn't appreciate good things. But that pet name suits you better anyway."
You pause at the flirt. Usually you'd brush it off, this is supposed to be casual, $l_they said it in a casual way but... You shake your head, anyway. No point reading into it.
$l_Their head tips to one side, waiting for a retort or the usual answer you give. This is harmless, just casual flirt. You give $l_them nothing. Something that might put most people off, but $namel just chuckles and returns $l_their attention to the onion.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C79">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>> Ekissa sighs, nudging you back with the ghost of a smile. "Unfortunately."
"Now, now, you two want me to cry?" $namel huffs, but $l_their smile doesn't falter. Nothing can throw that $l_man off $l_their game. "I'm hurt."
"Maybe we should leave $l_them to $l_their delusions," Ekissa leans in close to murmur in your ear with a smirk.
"I heard you," $namel shakes $l_their head with a dramatic sigh. "Kids these days..."
"I dunno who's the kid here," Ekissa grumbles, hands finding your shoulders from where's $j_they's standing behind you as $j_they whispers with determination. "Let's get rid of $l_them."
A surprised laugh bubbles out of you. It's been a while since Ekissa has shown $j_their playful side, especially around others. The semblance of normalcy is more than welcome right now.
"I don't think we could get rid of $l_them even if we tried har–" you turn your head, words dying as you realize just how close Ekissa's face is.
You feel $j_their breath ghosting across your cheek, the feel of $j_their hands on your shoulders, $j_their <<if $genderrot == "man">>cologne<<else>>perfume<</if>> hitting your senses in that familiar-yet-striking way, the way $j_their body barely brushes yours, the way those snowy white curls tickle your skin.
This is no different than before, nothing's changed, $j_they remains the same. Your friend.
You blink slowly. Sure, you two have always been close enough to raise eyebrows, to make people question if there's something more. But that's just how it's always been. You should be used to this– no, you are used to this.
It's just Ekissa being Ekissa. Right.
Ekissa cocks a puzzled brow at you before $j_they pulls away, putting back some distance as you look back at $namel's hands to distract yourself. Time to get your head out of the gutter.
"We can still try," Ekissa muses, $j_their eyes staring at the old $l_man's back as if tempted.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C79">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>$a_Their arms crossed against $a_their chest, $a_their body looks relaxed except for the slight tension of $a_their features. $a_Their eyes bounce between $namel, Ekissa, and $namet, $a_their usual cockiness replaced by something more guarded.
The crease between $a_their brows smooths out when $a_they catches you watching, a mocking smile playing on $a_their lips as $a_they mouths, "What?"
You blink and look away, frowning, but quickly glance back with a shrug. Honestly, you're not sure yourself. You were just... curious to know what $a_they was doing. It's not often Athiel stays silent for more than ten minutes. When $a_they does shut up, it's never a good sign.
$a_They studies your face, gaze travelling over your features as if searching for something $a_they doesn't seem to find. Tilting $a_their head, eyes narrowing as $a_they tries harder to figure something out. But whatever $a_they's looking for stays hidden, judging by $a_their fingers drumming impatiently against $a_their arm.
"Okay," $a_they mouths to you before focusing back on the others, dismissing you.
You part your lips, not liking being dismissed so easily, to tell $a_them– You don't know what you want to tell $a_them. "Stop dismissing me"? Yeah, no. You decide against it and focus back on the others. But you feel it. Athiel's gaze returns to you, burning into your skin.
You ignore it.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C79">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet is quick to feel your attention on $t_them, $t_their shoulders straightening subtly—though $t_they probably thinks $t_they's being smooth about it—as $t_they turns $t_their head to your direction before focusing back on the vegetables. "You know, I'd say I'm pretty decent at the whole carrot-chopping thing."
It's so random you don't know how to answer. You're not sure if it was a joke or not, either. It's only when the ghost of a smile graces $t_their lips that you realize $t_they's making an attempt at small talk.
"I can tell," you hum in agreement, nodding to $t_their hands working the vegetable. "You know how to cook?"
$t_They tilts $t_their head here and there, finishing to chop the last carrot. "Wouldn't call myself a master chef, but I can handle my own in the kitchen. You?"
<<if $cookskills == "no">>You scrunch your nose. "I'm not... the best at it, but I manage not to burn water."
"I could show you some fool-proof recipes," $t_they offers with a casual shrug. "Got plenty that are basically impossible to mess up."
$t_Their arm grazes yours, and your eyes fix on the contact before you snap out of it, clearing your throat. "That'd be nice, actually."
"Yeah?" $t_they murmurs, a pleased smile making its way to $t_their lips. "Good."<<elseif $cookskills == "good">>"I'm good at cooking, not the best, mind you, but I'm good," you answer with a shrug.
"I might have to sample your cooking sometime," $t_they proposes, backtracking as $t_they adds. "Or not. But I won't lie, I'm curious now."
$t_Their arm brushes yours, and you find yourself staring at the contact before catching yourself, clearing your throat. "Yeah, I could cook for you sometime."
"Yeah?" $t_they murmurs, a pleased smile making its way to $t_their lips. "Good."<<elseif $cookskills == "perf">> "I mean, I could probably give Gordon Ramsay a run for his money," you say with a playful smile.
"That much?" $t_they hums pensively. "Now you got me curious. Might need to taste test that claim sometime."
$t_Their arm grazes yours and your eyes fix on the contact before you snap out of it, clearing your throat. "Sure, maybe I'll have to prove it someday."
"Yeah?" $t_they murmurs, a pleased smile making its way to $t_their lips. "Good."<</if>>
You nod slowly, gaze tracing the contours of $t_their face. There's something so sharp and yet so warm about $t_them. You can't explain it, but you've never felt uncomfortable around $t_them, not to the point of making excuses to avoid $t_them or leave the room.
Maybe it's because $t_they reminds you of Ekissa, steady when you're unstable, silent when you need that quiet. Well, there's still a difference between both, one is grumpy while the other is just reserved.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C79">><</button>>Drumming your fingers on the table, your gaze flicks between $t_son and $l_father. You're itching to help, but you know they won't let you.
So you just sit back and tune into $namel's chatter. The kind of gossip that feels more like a casual catch-up about your day than any earth-shattering revelation.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C79">><</button>><b>20:45
Macara Residence – Home</b>
Everyone is at the table, the tension nowhere to be found. To your surprise, Athiel hasn't thrown any snippy or snarky retorts—at least, not yet. $namet being $namet, gives input when addressed. Ekissa mutters a comment to $namel, who seems glad to babble about nothing and everything, sharing random stories.
Sitting between Athiel and Ekissa, you serve as a buffer to avoid any arguments. $namel is next to $l_their $t_son, across from you. $l_They catches your gaze and winks. "Like the view?"
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*[["Yeah, so wha–"|Chap1C80]]
*[["What view–"|Chap1C80]]
*[["Huh–"|Chap1C80]]
*[["Sorry–"|Chap1C80]]
*[["I mean, yeah–"|Chap1C80]]
*[["You think you're funn–"|Chap1C80]]$a_Their attention turns to the salesman. "I'll take both."
"Of course," the man nods with a polite smile as he processes the transaction.
<i>Finally</i>. You get up from the couch, preparing to join Athiel at the counter, knowing $a_they'll likely just toss the bags in your direction like $a_they's done at the last six stores.
"I was wondering..." the salesman starts hesitantly as he slides Athiel's credit card into the machine. Athiel's eyes instantly narrow at the man, causing him to gulp audibly before he continues, "I think I saw you somewhere... Are you Athiel Winter...? I'm a big fan, to be honest, and I was wondering if you could sign my shirt–"
Your gaze shifts between the two as you just stand there awkwardly, waiting for them to be done.
"Ah, a fan," Athiel nods slowly. Pulling out the vibrant pink marker pen from $a_their pants pocket—one you didn't even know was hiding there—$a_they holds out a hand expectantly.
You don't know which is the weirder of the two, the man quickly removing his shirt to hand it to Athiel, or Athiel looking completely unfazed as $a_they signs $a_their autograph on the fabric. What you do know is that you make your best effort to look up at the ceiling, trying to mask your awkwardness.
"The name?" Athiel inquires.
"A-Andre," the man stammers with a big smile spreading across his face, the defeated look from earlier gone.
"Andre, huh?" Athiel murmurs, writing on the shirt with a little heart next to $e_their name with a brief message: 'For Andre'.
That's all. No words of encouragement. No little special words. Nothing but a plain "For Andre". What's that even supposed to mean? "$a_Their oh-so-important autograph for Andre"? You wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Not that you know anything about how to sign an autograph, but you're too accustomed to $namee's approach. Of how $e_they used to sign and add something cheerful or heartwarming to $e_their signatures.
But Athiel isn't $namee, is $a_they?
You knew $a_they was famous too, even back when your $e_boyfriend was still... here. $namee was just as popular, if not more than Athiel is now. Though, after it became public knowledge that $namee was taken, $e_they did lose a significant portion of $e_their fanbase.
After all, people tend to lose interest when they realize their celebrity crush is off the market. If they can't dream of a future with that taken celebrity, they'll simply find another one to project their fantasies onto. That's just how it usually goes.
Some did stick around, though. Still delusional or just genuine fans.
$namee had always kept your identity a closely guarded secret, preferring to keep you as $e_their own little sanctuary. You were $e_their safe place.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C9">><</button>>You don't have time to answer before a knock on the door interrupts you. You tilt your head back and release a sharp breath. <i>What now?</i>
"Want me to get it?" $namet and Ekissa say at the same time.
You shake your head and get up to head to the front door, bracing yourself for whoever is trying to ruin your mood again. Because let's be honest, that's what's happening again and again. When you think you're done with one problem, another shows its face.
Yanking the door open, your whole body tensed and ready for impact, you see two people standing on your porch.
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>Emilia and Matteo greet you with twin warm smiles, Matteo holding up a basket. "Hope we're not interrupting anything, we just wanted to drop this off before heading out."
Curious, you take the basket carefully, peeking under the tissue to find cookies. Looking back at them, you smile. "Thanks. You guys going somewhere?"
"Hmm, the kids are craving ice cream for dessert," Emilia explains softly, gesturing to their car where Carly and Theo are waiting. "I'd invite you along, but..."
"I've got guests," you finish her sentence with a nod, lifting the basket. "That's sweet of you, you didn't have to."
"Emi' told me what happened," Matteo says carefully, eyes already watering as he sniffs. "I hope the cookies are enough to cheer you up even if just a little bit."
You blink at Matteo. This man was always sensitive, especially when it came to others. He's like an emotional sponge, trying to soak up everyone's sadness, frustration, or whatever negative vibes they're carrying. It's sweet, if sometimes a bit awkward.
"I see, thank you," you feel yourself nodding, grateful for the thoughtful gesture.
They both smile before Emilia jerks a thumb over her shoulder. "Better get going before the kids start complaining."
"Right," Matteo nods, hesitating a moment before wrapping his arms around you in a gentle, hesitant hug, the basket pressing lightly against your stomach. Pulling away, he grins at you. "Have a good night."
Emilia gives your arm a gentle squeeze before following her husband back to their kids. You watch them go, dazed, you're not entirely sure what just happened, but you guess it was their way of showing support. The basket of cookies feels warm against your chest, more like a comfort than a burden.<<else>>Theo and Carly flash matching toothy grins, Theo struggling to hold up a basket in his tiny hands. "Dad made cookies for you! All yours. We don't need it because–"
"We're getting ice cream!" Carly shouts, throwing her hands up with pure joy.
Her brother nods, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Yup, Mum said we could have ice cream tonight."
Curious, you take the basket carefully, peeking under the tissue to find cookies. Looking back at the kids, the ghost of a smile softens your feature. "Thanks. So you're leaving?"
"Uh-huh, mum and dad are waiting in the–" Theo points towards their car parked nearby, where Emilia and Matteo are waiting. "Car."
"I wanted you to come but..." Carly trails off with a small pout. "... Mummy said they don't wanna bother you."
"Got a full house anyway," you say, juggling the basket while rubbing your neck. "That's sweet of you, you didn't have to."
Theo puffs his chest proudly, small hands on his hips and smile widening. "Hope the cookies help you feel better."
"Help me?"
"Daddy always makes us cookies when we're sad!" Carly beams at you. "They work super good! You won't be sad anymore."
You blink at the kids. Well, that's definitely not the same troublemakers you're used to. Talk about a personality switch. Still, you'll take sweet little monsters over plain old monsters any day.
"I see, thank you," you feel yourself nodding, touched by the thoughtful gesture. "Tell your parents thanks too."
They're both grinning when Emilia's voice rings through the night. "Theo, Carly, we need to go before your father gets too tired to drive."
"Okay mum."
"Coming mummy!"
Theo hesitates a moment before launching himself at you for a rough bear hug, his sister jumping in right after, making your eyes go wide. Pulling back, Theo grins up at you. "Bye-bye $name."
"Bye-bye!"
They bounce away to their parents, who wave before helping them into the car. You watch them go, dazed, you're not entirely sure what just happened, but you guess it was their way of showing support. The basket of cookies feels warm against your chest, more like a comfort than a burden.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C81">><</button>>Coming back with the basket of cookies, you set it down on the kitchen counter before sliding back into your seat.
"Emilia?" Ekissa guesses.
<<if $parlazinroute == "yes">>"And her husband," you add, picking up your fork, <<if $eatafterdeath == "no">>though you're not planning to eat much, if anything<<elseif $eatafterdeath == "meh">>though you're not really feeling like eating much<<else>>and taking a bite of your food<</if>>. "Matteo made cookies. Tried to cheer me up."<<else>>“Her kids,” you correct, picking up your fork, <<if $eatafterdeath == "no">>though you're not planning to eat much, if anything<<elseif $eatafterdeath == "meh">>though you're not really feeling like eating much<<else>>and taking a bite of your food<</if>>. "Matteo made cookies. Tried to cheer me up."<</if>>
"Cookies?" $namel perks up, $l_their grin spreading wider. "You know what they say about sharing being caring, right?"
$namet swallows $t_their bite before adding. "Did it help?"
You shrug, because while cookies aren't exactly a cure-all, the gesture itself... yeah, it helped a bit. Not enough to make everything okay, not enough to make you feel like celebrating. Just enough to take the edge off the pain in your chest. Like how gently blowing on a burn helps, or pressing ice against it gives you that moment of relief, at least until it melts and reality comes flooding back.
<<if $eatafterdeath == "no">>"Help yourself," you tell $namel.
That makes $l_their brows furrow before $l_they nods slowly, neither accepting nor refusing. Everyone around this table knows exactly what you've been doing to yourself lately.
Your body doesn't lie, the pounds you lost don't lie.<<elseif $eatafterdeath == "meh">>"Help yourself," you tell $namel.
That makes $l_their brows furrows before $l_they nods slowly, neither accepting nor refusing. Everyone around this table knows exactly what you've been doing to yourself lately.
Taking those token bites just to dodge the questions and concerned looks. Eating just enough to avoid having to explain why you don't eat or why you don't want to.<<else>>"Help yourself," you tell $namel.
$l_Their eyebrows shoot up as $l_they lets out a chuckle. "Well, if you're offering..."
"I didn't tell you to eat them all, though," you warn before $l_they gets any bright ideas about those delicious cookies.<</if>>
"Pass me the salt," Athiel cuts in, waiting expectantly for someone to do it.
Nobody moves at first, letting $a_them wait for what feels like an eternity. $a_Their face starts doing that thing, that slow shift into $a_their signature arrogant expression as $a_they opens $a_their mouth, no doubt ready to get nasty– but $namet swoops in, grabbing the salt and holding it out to <<if $genderroa == "man">>Mr.<<else>>Mrs.<</if>> Attitude.
"Thanks," Athiel drawls.
$namet nods, returning back to $t_their business. $t_They decided to put something more laid-back today. No suits, no pristine professional clothes tight enough to show off $t_their body. Only a casual white shirt and black pants still succeeding to look sharp on $t_them.
$t_Their black eyes stay on $t_their plate, shutting everyone out as per usual. There's a wall even you can see. A wall that pushes everyone away and yet... Yet $t_they's never shut you down when you try to talk to $t_them. You wouldn't call yourselves besties or anything, but $t_they's not nearly as cold and untouchable as everyone makes $t_them out to be.
When $t_their black eyes meet your $eyecolor ones, you tilt your head curiously. $t_They immediately looks away, clearing $t_their throat.
Yeah, eye contact really isn't $t_their thing.
Turning your attention to the others, $namel was forced to wear $l_their clothing appropriately—$namet buttoned up $t_their $l_father's shirt earlier, saying "You're making my eyes burn", at what Ekissa agreed. The old $l_man didn't put up much of a fight, but then again, $l_they rarely does with $l_their $t_son. $l_They pushes some hair behind $l_their ear, eating like $l_they's at some fancy restaurant instead of your dining table.
Athiel with $a_their back straightened, $a_their elbows on the flat surface and carefully arranging each bite on $a_their fork. You wonder if that $a_man does everything with that special arrogance and superiority or if it's just how $a_they is. You've known $a_them for years, through $namee, but you two never really sat down for a proper conversation. $a_They's always treated you like you've got the plague.
And finally, your best friend, $j_their attention already on you as if sensing your gaze. You don't have to talk with $j_them nor do you have to show anything for $j_them to read you like an open book. Always here for you since you two were teenagers. $j_They takes a bite of $j_their food, tilting $j_their head for you to spill what got you so interested.
You shrug.
Soon enough, the Melth little family decides to call it a night and you find yourself...
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*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Walking with Leon.|Chap1C82]]<<else>>[[Walking with Luna.|Chap1C82]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[Walking with Travis.|Chap1C83]]<<else>>[[Walking with Tracee.|Chap1C83]]<</if>>
*[[Going upstairs with Ekissa.|Chap1C84]]
*[[Joining Athiel on the couch.|Chap1C85]]
*[[Going upstairs to your room alone.|Chap1C86]]You watch $namet get in $t_their car and leave your neighborhood, $t_their car disappearing into the darkness. $namel who's still standing on your porch, tapping on $l_their phone, isn't ready to leave however.
Strand of hair fall across $l_their forehead, hiding partially one side of $l_their face, making you tilt your head to catch a glimpse of $l_their features. The notification of $l_their phone rings again, $l_their fingers continuing to dance across the screen.
Who's got $l_them so wrapped up in conversation? $l_Their light gray eyes don't seem to light up when another message rings, so you doubt it's one of $l_their conquests. Not like the way your eyes would light up when $namee used to text or call you, not like when you used to feel giddy or excited just by the sight of a notification. $namel isn't you, though.
Everyone's different.
Or maybe it <i>is</i> one of $l_their hookups and $l_they's just not that invested. You won't speculate—You won't speculate <i>much</i>, but something tells you it's not a booty call. But it probably is. Why wouldn't it be? $l_They's known for having different people at $l_their house every night, if not every night then every weeks. Why would $l_they stop now? Your grief isn't exactly relevant to $l_their love life, is it? God, you're getting way too deep into $l_their personal business. Time to think about literally anything else.
$l_They looks up from $l_their phone in your direction with that little smile curling up at the corner of $l_their mouth. "What?"
"What?"
"You're doing that thing with your eyebrows," $l_they gestures vaguely at your face. "The whole brooding look. What's up?"
Your frown only deepens as you try to smooth it away. "No, I'm not."
Throwing you a wink, $l_they shrugs. "Aw, I'm flattered you're sticking around. Just couldn't bear to leave me out here alone?"
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*[["Should I escape before you grace me with another boring story of yours?" you raise a brow.|Chap1C82.1]]
*[[You spin around, reaching for the door handle. "Actually, I was just heading in."|Chap1C82.2]]
*[[Your shoulder lifts slightly. "I mean, I can leave if you prefer."|Chap1C82.3]]
*[["Is that your way to tell me to leave you alone?" You huff out an amused laugh.|Chap1C82.4]]
*[[You smile sheepishly. "I guess I just wanted to talk to you."|Chap1C82.5]]$l_Their eyes widen, hand pressing against $l_their chest in mock-offense. "Excuse you, my gossip isn't that boring."
"Not the most exciting stories I've heard," you retort leaning against the wall by the door.
"Then you don't know how to appreciate good things," $l_they shrugs, unbothered before smirking at you. "It's okay, just means I'll have to step up my game."
"Oh, so what I've been getting is your B-material?"
"More like a teaser," the old $l_man's dimple makes an appearance. "You know, like sampling a fine wine. Once you get the full bottle, that's when things get... interesting."
There $l_they goes again with the flirting. You shake your head, fighting back a smile. "You're literally never gonna change, are you?"
"Change is overrated," $namel replies with a wink. "Variety is the spice of life, or so they say. Keeps things interesting."
"Is that so?" you quirk an eyebrow. "Some also say persistent flirting falls under harassment after a point."
$l_They raises $l_their hands in mock surrender. "I promise I can stop when people get uncomfortable. This old $l_man likes to have $l_their fun where $l_they can, doesn't mean $l_they plays deaf when someone tells $l_them to stop."
"Well if it ever stops being fun for me, you'll be the first to know." you aim for a stern look but it dissolves into an amused smile.
$namel grins. "Deal. Now, speaking of crossing lines, did I ever tell you about the time I–"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.6">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$l_Their attention zeroes in on you instantly, like a hawk spotting something interesting. Those gray eyes lock onto yours, filled with such intense curiosity it's like $l_they's seeing you for the first time.
"Is that a blush I'm seeing?" $l_they murmurs, $l_their smile turning devilish.
"What?" you dodge $l_their gaze, clearing your throat. "It's just... hot out here. You know, summer and all?"
$l_Their tongue darts across $l_their lips unconsciously and you have to swallow again. Then as if remembering something, $l_they snaps out of this weird trance, huffing a chuckle. "Yeah, don't forget to come for <i>my</i> company, okay? I have to prove to everyone else you don't actually hate me as much as they think."
You struggle to maintain eye contact. "I don't hate you, $namel."
"You don't?" $l_they tilts $l_their head with another, huskier, chuckle.
You avoid $l_their gaze as you nod slowly, not trusting your voice. "Mm-hmm."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.13">><</button>><<set $LF to $LF + 1>>$l_Their expression softens and $l_they nods, murmuring softly. "Thanks, $name."
"You're welcome..." you smile hesitantly as you murmur. "It helps, you know? Having you here."
"What are friends for? Besides," $l_they gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before adding a playful wink, "Who else is gonna keep this old $l_man entertained?"
"Oooh, so we're friends?" you lift your eyebrows as you elbow $l_them. "When did that happen?"
"Of course we are," $l_they laughs. "You don't get a say in it, next things you know, I'll be your second best friend."
You huff a laugh. Now, that's just being delusional at this point.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.13">><</button>>$namel sighs dramatically as $l_they elbows. "Oh c'mon, I'm sure you can do better than that."
"Better at what, thanking you?" you quirk a brow.
The old $l_man nods eagerly, waiting for you to do it with $l_their best expectant puppy eyes.
"You won't have 'better'. Take what you can get," you reply simply.
That earns a laugh from the $l_man sitting next to you, not bothered by the shutdown, as usual.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.13">><</button>>The minutes tick by, the silence outside is peaceful, comfortable. Ekissa is probably sleeping right now, and Athiel's likely planted in front of the TV downstairs. Another heavy day in the books, but you're still here, still hanging on. You plan to keep it that way.
"Blue," the CEO breaks the silence.
You glance over. "Blue?"
"Uh-huh, blue."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" you ask with a puzzled look. "Your favorite color or something?"
"Bingo," $l_their dimple pops out.
"...Okay?"
"The silence was too loud over here," $l_they explains, tone teasing. "Just wanted to be helpful."
"By randomly announcing your favorite color?" you eye $l_them skeptically. "How exactly does that help the 'loud silence'?"
$l_They chuckles, leaning back in $l_their chair casually. "Humor me, darling. Just this once."
Shaking your head in mild disbelief, you regard $l_them curiously. "Alright then, why blue?"
$namel ponders briefly, running fingers through $l_their dark hair. "Calming, cool color. Reminds me of a clear sky, sea, the color of..."
$l_Their gaze grows distant, lost to memories. Waving a hand in front of $l_their face, you pull $l_them out of $l_their thoughts. "Color of?"
"Of your eyes," $l_they smirks with a wink.
<<if $eyecolor == "blue">> You blink at $l_them before shoving $l_them with a disbelief laugh. "You had to say it, can't help yourself, can you?"
"I'm afraid I can't," $l_they shrugs.
You sigh. $l_They'll never change.<<else>>You blink at $l_them before rolling your eyes. "You seriously need glasses, old $l_man."
$namel leans close to observe your eyes until you push $l_them away "Ah, I just needed to have a closer look to see those beautiful $eyecolor eyes."
You sigh. $l_they 'll never change.<</if>>
"And $namet?" $namel inquires.
You're not sure what $l_their $t_son has to do with any of this. Is $l_they really trying to play matchmaker right now? "What about $namet?"
"I mean, $t_they 's a good-looking $t_man," $namel says casually. "As dashing as $t_their $l_dad, don't you think?"
<<if $LL is 1>>$l_Them trying to set you up with $l_their $t_son is... weird. You try to suppress the wave of disappointment threatening to show. You don't even understand why you feel disappointed. You don't want to understand.
"Yes, and?" your voice comes out more defensive than intended.<<else>> You arch an eyebrow. "Yes and?"<</if>>
"And I'm thinking you two would make quite the pair," $l_they clarifies with a grin.
<<if $LL is 1>>You purse your lips, not liking where this is going.
<<else>>You blink at $l_them.<</if>>
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*[["What about you?" the words slip out before you can stop them.|Chap1C82.14]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Travis... and me?" you echo, rubbing your arm, actually thinking about it.|Chap1C82.15]]<<else>>[["Tracee... and me?" you echo, rubbing your arm, actually thinking about it.|Chap1C82.15]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $namee == "man">>[[You shake your head. "I can't. I don't want another person than Elias."|Chap1C82.16]]<<else>>[[You shake your head. "I can't. I don't want another person than Ellie."|Chap1C82.16]]<</if>>
*[["What?" you huff a laugh. "No thanks. Not happening."|Chap1C82.17]]
*[["That's nice of you but no," you shake your head with a smile.|Chap1C82.18]]
<<if $LL >= 1>>*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You chew your lip, why wouldn't it be Leon? If you had to choose it wouldn’t be his kid at all but him. But you only shrug as response.|Chap1C82.19]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You chew your lip, why wouldn't it be Luna? If you had to choose it wouldn’t be her kid at all but her. But you only shrug as response.|Chap1C82.19]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span><</if>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>"Me?" $l_they repeats, not fully understanding yet. "What about me?"
You don't know. That's the problem. Why does $l_they has to make it difficult for you more than it is? You rub the back of your neck, fixing the street ahead. "I just... why are you trying to set me up with $namet?"
"Just curious," $l_they answers diplomatically.
"Curious about what exactly?"
"If my $t_son is your type," $l_they shrugs, but you don't like this answer.
You nod slowly. "Okay, then no, $t_they 's not my type. Are we done or do you still plan to play matchmaker."
"I'm not... playing matchmaker," $l_they laughs, too awkward to be genuine.
"Then what is this?"
"Not matchmaking."
You fight back a groan. Getting a straight answer from $l_them is like pulling teeth.
A ping of notification reverberates. Then another. $namel sighs frustratingly, fishing for $l_their phone to check $l_their message.
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*[[Might as well rip off the bandage. "Who's blowing up your phone?"|Chap1C82.20]]
*[["A new conquest?" you joke.|Chap1C82.21]]
*[[You frown slightly. "That seem important."|Chap1C82.22]]
*[[You smile. "Maybe we should call it a night. I've monopolized enough of your time."|Chap1C82.23]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>><<if $LL >= 1>>$namel frowns slightly when you hesitate and take time to answer. $l_Their following laugh sounds strained. "I mean, you don't have to think about it seriously, I was just curious."
You snap your gaze to $l_them before avoiding it, uncomfortable all of sudden. You feel like you've been tested and failed. You don't like the slight disappointment you see on $l_their face. "Curious about what exactly?"
"It doesn't matter."<<else>>$namel grins. "Ooooh, so you're actually thinking about it?"
"Well yeah, you asked, of course I'm gonna think about it," you say defensively.
"And are you considering it?" $l_they teases with waggling eyebrows.
"Wouldn't you like to know."<</if>>
A ping of notification reverberates. Then another. $namel sighs frustratingly, fishing for $l_their phone to check $l_their message.
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*[[Might as well rip off the bandage. "Who's blowing up your phone?"|Chap1C82.20]]
*[["A new conquest?" you joke.|Chap1C82.21]]
*[[You frown slightly. "That seem important."|Chap1C82.22]]
*[[You smile. "Maybe we should call it a night. I've monopolized enough of your time."|Chap1C82.23]]<<if $LL >= 1>>$namel frowns slightly when you hesitate and take time to answer. $l_Their following laugh sounds strained. "I mean, you don't have to think about it seriously, I was just curious."
You catch $l_their gaze before quickly looking away, an uncomfortable weight settling in your chest. You feel like you've been tested and failed. You don't like the slight disappointment you see on $l_their face but you won't lie either. $namee will always comes first, alive or gone.
You shake your head. "Curious about what exactly?"
"It doesn't matter."<<else>>$namel's smile falters as $l_they nods. "Of course, I shouldn't have... $namee will always come first. I apologize."
"It's fine," you wave it off. "Just maybe skip the matchmaking next time?"
$l_Their expression softens as $l_they nods. "I'll keep that in mind."<</if>>
A ping of notification reverberates. Then another. $namel sighs frustratingly, fishing for $l_their phone to check $l_their message.
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*[[Might as well rip off the bandage. "Who's blowing up your phone?"|Chap1C82.20]]
*[["A new conquest?" you joke.|Chap1C82.21]]
*[[You frown slightly. "That seem important."|Chap1C82.22]]
*[[You smile. "Maybe we should call it a night. I've monopolized enough of your time."|Chap1C82.23]]<<if $LL >= 1>>That could be your imagination, but $l_their smile widens just a little more just now. "Yeah?"
"Uh-huh," you lean against the back of your chair.
"So $t_they's not your type, at all?" $l_they presses.
"Not really, no."
"Even though $t_they's younger than m– I mean... right," $namel clears $l_they throat, failing to hide $l_their growing smile. "Good to know."<<else>>$namel tilts $l_their head." Why not? $namet is quite the catch. Not your type?"
You think a moment before answering. "I guess? That and the fact that you're playing match maker doesn't help."
"Why? I'm doing a good job though," $l_they grins at you.
"Hmm," you answer diplomatically.<</if>>
A ping of notification reverberates. Then another. $namel sighs frustratingly, fishing for $l_their phone to check $l_their message.
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*[[Might as well rip off the bandage. "Who's blowing up your phone?"|Chap1C82.20]]
*[["A new conquest?" you joke.|Chap1C82.21]]
*[[You frown slightly. "That seem important."|Chap1C82.22]]
*[[You smile. "Maybe we should call it a night. I've monopolized enough of your time."|Chap1C82.23]]<<if $LL >= 1>>That could be your imagination, but $l_their smile widens just a little more. "No?"
"Uh-huh," you lean against the back of your chair, watching $l_them fondly.
"So $t_they 's not your type, at all?" $l_they continues.
"Is it so hard to believe?" you huff a chuckle.
"Well, $l_they's younger than m– I mean, no, it's not hard to believe," $namel clears $l_their throat, not able to fight the smile on $l_their lips.<<else>>$namel tilts $l_their head curiously." Why not? $namet is quite the catch. Not your type?"
You think a moment before answering softly. "I guess? I don't think it really matters if $t_they 's hot or not. That and the fact that you're playing matchmaker doesn't help."
"Why? I'm doing a good job though," $l_they grins.
"Hmm," you answer with a fond sigh.<</if>>
A ping of notification reverberates. Then another. $namel sighs frustratingly, fishing for $l_their phone to check $l_their message.
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*[[Might as well rip off the bandage. "Who's blowing up your phone?"|Chap1C82.20]]
*[["A new conquest?" you joke.|Chap1C82.21]]
*[[You frown slightly. "That seem important."|Chap1C82.22]]
*[[You smile. "Maybe we should call it a night. I've monopolized enough of your time."|Chap1C82.23]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$namel's face falls slightly as $l_they drops $l_their arm, then pokes your cheek playfully. "Hello? Earth to $name?"
You avoid $l_their gaze. "I'm listening."
"Then why's it taking forever to answer such a simple question?" $l_they teases, still poking.
"Why would I be interested in $namet?" you swat $l_their hand away.
"Oh I don't know, $t_they's as dashing as $t_their $l_dad, younger–" $l_they pauses, letting $l_their arm fall back to $l_their side. "Are you pouting?"
"What? No, I'm not," you huff.
$namel stares at you too long to feel comfortable before $l_they hums thoughtfully. "Hmm... interesting."
A ping of notification reverberates. Then another. $namel sighs frustratingly, fishing for $l_their phone to check $l_their message.
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*[[Might as well rip off the bandage. "Who's blowing up your phone?"|Chap1C82.20]]
*[["A new conquest?" you joke.|Chap1C82.21]]
*[[You frown slightly. "That seem important."|Chap1C82.22]]
*[[You smile. "Maybe we should call it a night. I've monopolized enough of your time."|Chap1C82.23]]"Wait wait wait," $namel catches your wrist mid-turn as you turn around. "C'mon keep company to this old $l_man for a bit, will you?"
"What's in it for me?"
The old $l_man spreads $l_their arms, dimple popping. "The pleasure of my company."
You turn to leave.
"No, wait," $namel lets out a laugh, giving your wrist another gentle tug before letting go. "Just five minutes, that's all I'm asking."
Facing $l_them, you cross your arm and tilt your head. "Fine, don't start one of your story and we're good."
"Alright, alright, no boring stories," $l_they concedes, closing the front door you opened, making sure you won't try to escape again.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.6">><</button>><<if $LL >= 1>>You tell yourself it's just innocent curiosity. Totally not because whoever's texting seems to want $l_their full attention. You're just... conducting research. For science, obviously. Science—not you—demands answer.
$namel grows uncomfortable as $l_they tries to smile and play dumb. "Hm?"<<else>>$namel raises an eyebrow, more amused than anything. "What?"<</if>>
You nod to $l_their phone, undeterred. "Who's got you so popular?"
"Oh, just someone," $l_they shrugs, attention turning back to $l_their phone.
<<if $LL >= 1>>You furrow your brows, nodding slowly as you look anywhere but at $l_them. "Right."
"Nobody important," $l_they adds quietly.
"Right," you repeat, suddenly wishing you hadn't asked.<<else>>You don't pry and shrugs. You don't really care, just curious.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.24">><</button>><<if $LL >= 1>>The joke falls flat the moment it leaves your lips, but you couldn't help yourself. $l_their fingers freeze mid-text as $l_they meets your eyes. "Does it matter?"
Your playful smile wavers. Of course it shouldn't matter, it's $l_their life, $l_they does what $l_they wants. “I guess not. I was just curious."
"I see," $l_they chuckles softly.
But $l_they doesn't answer. And that's answer enough.<<else>>"Something like that," $l_they says lightly, catching your gaze with a grin. "Curious?"
"That's why I asked," you snort.
"Want to hear where I met–" $l_they starts, $l_their grin widening.
"Nope, stop right there," you cut $l_them off. "I know better than to let you start story time. We'll be here all night."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.24">><</button>><<if $LL >= 1>>$l_Their fingers pause from tapping on $l_their screen as $l_their eyes catch yours. "Not really."
Your frown deepens. "You're sure about that?"
"Not as important as you," $l_they grins at you.
Your frown disappears slowly, eyes darting away pensively as you nod slowly. "Right."<<else>>"Heh, not really," $l_they waves a hand dismissively with a grin. "Not as important as you."
You give $l_them an unimpressed look. "Uh-huh."
"What? Don't believe me?" $namel chuckles softly. "I mean it though."
"If you say so."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.24">><</button>><<if $LL >= 1>>The smile doesn't come as naturally as you'd like. $l_Their fingers pause on the screen as $l_they meets your eyes. "You trying to get rid of me?"
"We can always pick this up another time," you say, your expression softening. "Doesn't have to be an all-nighter."
"But do you want me gone?" $l_they presses, curious. "Because I really don't mind you 'monopolizing' my time."
You chuckle. "I don't want you to leave, I just figured we could call it a night so we can both get some rest."<<else>>"Are you trying to get rid of me?" $namel glances up from $l_their phone with an amused smile.
"That's not what I said," you shake your head.
"Are you sure about that?"
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>You sigh fondly. "I'm sure, $namel."<<else>>"Hmm, let me think," you tap your chin. "Yeah, I think I'm sure."<</if>><</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.24">><</button>>You're interrupted when $catname appears. With a grumpy meow, he leapt onto the porch and butted his head against your leg.
"Well hello to you too," you murmur, reaching out to scratch behind his ear as the feline begins to purr, arching into your touch.
$namel watches with amusement, reaching out tentatively to pet $catname. "Looks like someone wants attention."
Bad idea. $catname hisses and swipes a paw, sharp claws barely missing $namel's hand making the old $l_man draw back just in time. You tut disapprovingly. "$catname, be nice."
The cat meows in what you presume is a protest.
"Ah, I forget how skittish cats can be," $namel chuckles good-naturedly, unfazed.
Undeterred, $catname jump to crawl onto your lap, turning round a few times before settling down with tail curled over his paws. You keep stroking his fur, trying to contain a laugh when you see the cat's eyes narrowed in $namel's direction, as if daring the $l_man to try touching again.
$namel held $l_their hands up in mock surrender. "I can see when I'm not wanted. Your lap is his domain now, it seems."
$namel stretches $l_their legs out before $l_them, eyes crinkling as $l_they watches you two. "He seems rather taken with you now. Not exactly the cat I knew, all grumpy and jealous with you, mh? He's picky, I'll give him that."
A sad smile forms on your lips. It's true, $catname is reserved and he always favored his true owner. You two never been close, not like he was with $namee. But both of you need it. And you're not gonna lie, now you can flex when that grumpy cat hisses at everyone but you. You understand now why $namee loved him so much. Feeling special for a grumpy cat is weirdly satisfying.
"I think he still misses $namee the most." you murmur, your fingers trailing down $catname spine and earning a contented arch from the feline. "Both of us if I'm being honest."
$namel notes softly, "Understandable. Animals have an instinct for these things. At least that's what I read about them. Internet is useful like that."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.25">><</button>>A car pulls up in front of $namel's house across the street, catching $l_their attention mid-conversation.
<<if $LL >= 1 or $LL >= 2>>$l_Their gaze can't help but find yours before $l_they looks away with a grimace. "Looks like that's my cue."<<else>>$l_They glances at you with a sheepish smile. "Looks like that's my cue."<</if>>
Standing up, $l_they reaches over to ruffle your hair. You halfheartedly swat at $l_their hand, trying not to smile.
"Let's do it again, yeah?" $l_they smiles down at you. <<if $LL >= 2>>$l_Their fingers trail from your hair down to your ear and neck before pulling away, the touch lingering.<</if>>
"Hm," you nod.
<<if $LL >= 1>>$namel seems to hesitate a moment, biting $l_their lips as $l_they stands there, looking torn between staying with you and acknowledging whoever's waiting. Finally, $l_they gives you one last smile.
<</if>>Turning on $l_their heels, $l_they calls over $l_their shoulder with a wave as $l_they walks away. "Good night, $name."
You wave back, as you look at the person stepping out of their car, a tall woman wearing a short black dress. A gorgeous woman at that. Her green eyes find yours before dismissing you to greet $namel with a hug, close and very much personal.
You don't need to be smart to understand why she's here. Not that it matters to you.
You don't feel like watching more so you get up and join inside with $catname in your arms, ready to call it a night.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>"No, that's not what I was aiming for," $l_they chuckles, dimple popping. "And in case you forgot, it's your home. I should be the one asking if you want me gone."
"Well, sometimes I wonder if that's really my home or Juliet's," you snort, the jokes falling flat as you let out a sigh.
"Hey... we can talk about it if you want," $l_they says softly, $l_their voice taking on that gentle, concerned tone $l_they always gets when things turn serious.
"I don't think that's what I wanna talk about right now, no," you give $l_them a small smile.
$l_They doesn't reply anything at first, hesitating to say something but decides against it. "Alright."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.6">><</button>>"What? No no no," $l_they chuckles, casually sliding a hand into $l_their pocket. "Why would I want that? This is my chance to share some more juicy–"
"God please no," you grimace.
"How dare you?" $l_they gasps in mock outrage but that smile of $l_theirs is still very present as $l_they sighs dramatically. "And here I thought you lived for my gossip."
"Your stories literally never end..."
$namel wags $l_their finger at you playfully. "That, darling, is because you never pay attention to my lovely, captivating stories."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.6">><</button>>It takes few seconds for $namel to process your words, eyes never leaving yours. "Me?"
You're already regretting this. "Yes, you."
"Really?" $l_their tone turns hopeful, eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.
You sigh. "Yes, really."
"Now that's the kind of thing that makes my whole day," $l_they beams, probably laying it on thick, but that genuine smile playing on $l_their lips doesn't lie. "Wouldn't mind if this became a regular thing."
"What, you're not happy enough already?"
"Oh honey, you'll learn just how greedy I can be," $l_they murmurs, tone like honey and tongue darting out to wet $l_their lips. "Wanna find ou–"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.6">><</button>>"Did you try the cookies?" you blurt out. "The ones I left on the counter?"
Great. Of all the things to ask about, you go with cookies and their location. You have to fight the urge to cringe at your own awkwardness. At least $namel doesn't seem bothered...
You and $namel have never really been close. When you're not trading quips or when Ekissa isn't around to bicker with $l_them, you're kind of lost on how to act. $l_they's not difficult to be around, $l_they's actually entertaining and fun to be around. But right now? Right now, you're blanking. Your brain is just... empty.
The older $l_man settles into one of the porch chairs, patting the seat next to $l_them. You take it, clearing your throat. "So?"
"Yeah, had a few," $l_they nods, running fingers through $l_their hair.
You nod back. The silence stretches out while you stare at your hands in your lap, desperately fishing for something, anything to say.
$namel waits patiently without pushing. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the twitch of $l_their lip as if holding back a smile.
So that's why $l_they's not pushing, $l_they loves every second of this awkward moment.
A pure sadist this one.
You grimace. "Sorry, I'm a bit..."
"No need to apologize," $l_they reassures, before grinning. "I'm loving every second of this."
"Because I'm being weird?"
"Because it's adorable," $l_they corrects you with a chuckle.
A question pops into your mind, simple and plain. "Did you like them? The cookies, I mean."
$l_Their smile turns hesitant as $l_they ventures. "$name… can we talk about what's really going on?"
"What do you mean?" you play dumb. "About the cookies?"
"No, not about the cookies. How are you really doing? Are you... okay?"
You take a sharp intake of breath. Of course that's the topic $l_they's going for. $l_They's managed to hold back for a whole month without asking these loaded questions. Honestly, it's impressive $l_they lasted this long. For someone as pushy as $namel, you knew it was just a matter of time.
But are you? Are you okay? You're exhausted from feeling this constant cloud of depression. Every day feels like you're collecting negative energy while any hint of happiness slips through your fingers. You don't want to feel this way anymore. But is there really any other option than depression and loneliness?
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.7">><</button>><<if $grief == "crybroken">> "You..." $namel continues, rolling $l_their lips in hesitation. "You cried a lot and a part of me was relieved to see you actually let yourself cry and just feel. But another part of me wanted to shield you and never let anyone hurt you like this anymore. As a $l_father, I wouldn't want my kid to look and feel so... so fragile. This isn't a bad thing, of course.
"But then you stopped crying, and I thought maybe things were looking up." $namel smiles but there's no mirth as $l_they turns $l_their head to stare ahead. "Until Athiel and Juliet had to come mess everything up."<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>"You were..." $namel pauses, weighing $l_their words. "You were 'fine'..." $l_their brow furrows as $l_they stares ahead. "At least that's what you kept telling everyone. Putting on this brave face, insisting everything was okay. I almost bought it, but after what happened to you, I found it too hard to believe you could be. That's just not possible.
"Then you actually started showing real progress," $namel's smile turns bitter. "Until Athiel and Juliet had to come mess everything up."<<elseif $grief == "numb">> "You..." $namel continues, rolling $l_their lips in hesitation. "You were in a bad state, I thought we'd lost you completely. Everything about you was just... empty. Your words, your eyes, no smiles, nothing. You were like a ghost in the house. Like you weren't even there anymore.
"Then you finally started coming back to us, even laughing at my stupid jokes," $namel's smile fades. "Until Athiel and Juliet had to show up and ruin everything."<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>"You just..." $namel searches for the words. "You went so quiet. Impossible to read. I didn't know how to help, I never stayed this silent when–“ $l_they cut $l_themself off, clearing $l_their throat. “I was scared you'd never open up again.
"Then you started joining in on the banter again," $l_their smile turns sad. "Until Athiel and Juliet had to come destroy all that progress."<<elseif $grief == "denieangry">> "You..." $namel continues, rolling his lips in hesitation. "You were always angry, always finding an excuse to snap or lash out. But I thought it was better than bottle up, at least you were feeling something...
"Then you started joining in on the banter again," $l_their smile turns sad. "Until Athiel and Juliet had to come destroy all that progress."<</if>>
"Don't like them much?" you say.
"Not when one keeps coming at you like a pitbull and the other thinks throwing hands will resolve everything," $l_they says firmly. "You're grieving, and it takes time to grieve. Some will need weeks, others months and there's people who needs years. But you–"
$l_They looks at you, face pinching in worry. "You can't grieve while trying to face an angry mother and a brat."
"A brat?" you bite back a smile. "That's what we're calling Athiel now?"
$namel flashes you that signature grin, shrugging without an ounce of remorse. "I think it suits $a_them just nice."
"Wonder what $a_they'd say about that nickname."
"Oh, I already told $a_them $a_they was a brat," $l_they smiles smugly. "$a_They didn't like it much."
Your laugh breaks through the night air, making $l_their smile grow even wider.
"You know," $l_they says, lacing $l_their fingers behind $l_their head. "You don't have to be okay, but know that we're here for you– I'm here for you if you need anything. We could just spend our nights hanging out or just talking."
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*[["I'll keep that in mind," you smile warmly.|Chap1C82.8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You lick your lips, giving a slow nod. "I'll make sure to come to you when I need company then."|Chap1C82.9]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You swallow, cheeks reddening a tad. "O-Oh, okay... thanks."|Chap1C82.10]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["And I'm here if you need anything too," you tell him, nudging him.|Chap1C82.11]]<<else>>[["And I'm here if you need anything too," you tell her, nudging her.|Chap1C82.11]]<</if>>
*[[You nod. "Alright, thanks."|Chap1C82.12]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$namel's gaze drifts between your eyes, $l_their lips parting slightly before closing again in wonder. $l_Their eyes trail down, following the line of your nose to your lips, dropping to your neck before quickly snapping back up to meet your gaze.
Then as if remembering something, $l_they snaps out of this weird trance, huffing a chuckle. "Yeah, don't forget <i>I'm</i> here for you, okay? <i>I'm</i> the one who could make your day better. This charming old $l_man can entertain you when you have a bad day."
$l_They shrugs slowly, in a proud and smug way. "I mean, I'm basically a professional at making people happy. I've got the humor, the looks–"
"And the modesty," you arch an eyebrow.
"Hm, that too. Obviously."
"I think someone's confidence is getting a bit too inflated."
"Can you blame me?" $l_they replies with a wink. "When you've got it, you've got it."
Chuckling, you shake your head. "I have no doubt."
"My offer still stands," $l_they says, $l_their playful smile softening. "Anything I can do to bring a smile and see some light in those lovely eyes of yours again."
You dip your head shyly, touched and very much bashful. "Thanks."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.13">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$namel tracks the movement of your tongue, unconsciously mirroring the gesture. $l_Their eyes trace a lazy path from your mouth to your neck before snapping back up to meet your gaze. $l_They's silent, but you feel like there's no need for words when $l_their eyes tell you everything and nothing all at once.
Then as if remembering something, $l_they snaps out of this weird trance, huffing a chuckle. "Yeah, don't forget to come for <i>my</i> company, okay? I have to prove to everyone else you don't actually hate me as much as they think."
"Now why would I hate someone like you, mh?" you murmur.
It's supposed to be sarcastic, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $sarcastic is 0>> something you've mastered so well<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "no" and $genuine is 1>>something you really haven't figured out yet<<elseif $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">>something you're not quite sure how to handle anymore<<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">> something you're slowly getting the hang of<</if>>, but it rings loaded. $namel seems to catch that too, if $l_their sharp intake of breath is anything to go by.
"Right," $l_they tries to play it off with a laugh.
You smirk. "Something's wrong?"
$l_Their eyes lock onto yours as $l_they cocks $l_their head innocently, voice dropping low. "I don't know, you tell me."
That pulls a laugh from you as you shake your head. "Smooth as ever."
"Not nearly as smooth as you," $l_they hums back.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C82.13">><</button>>Walking with $namet, you close the front door behind you while $namel gives you both a wink, heading first to $l_their house across the street. You linger there, hands clasped behind your back, waiting. For what? Who knows.
$namet finishes typing something on $t_their phone before tucking it into $t_their pocket. $t_Their eyes land somewhere near your shoulder, carefully avoiding direct eye contact. "Want to get out of here?"
You glance around, like the meaning of $t_their vague invitation might be written in the air somewhere. Finding nothing, you ask, "Where exactly? We're already outside, you know?"
"I know, but I thought maybe we could go somewhere else?" $t_they shoves $t_their hands in $t_their pockets. "Take a drive? Or just find a spot to get some air?"
"Are you trying to kidnap me?"
That draws an almost quiet snort from $t_them as $t_they shakes $t_their head. "No. I'd make a terrible kidnapper."
"I don't know about that," you tilt your head, actually picturing $t_them pulling off a kidnapping with that stoic expression of $t_theirs.
Yeah, $t_they'd be a good kidnaper, though you don't know why $t_they'd kidnap you. $t_They's rich, <<if $genderrot == "man">>handsome<<else>>pretty<</if>> and smart. You doubt $t_they'd waste $t_their time kidnapping you.
"I promise, kidnapping is the last thing on my mind," $namet says dryly, though you catch the hint of amusement in $t_their tone.
"What's on your mind, then?" you tilt your head.
"Just... not kidnapping," $t_they reassures, rubbing the back of $t_their neck. "But if you're not interested, that's fine too."
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*[["Well, if you pinky promise not to kidnap me, I'm in," you smile.|Chap1C83.1]]
*[[You raise an eyebrow before shrugging. "Alright, let's go."|Chap1C83.2]]
*[["Nah, I don't..." you hesitate before shaking your head. "Ah, you know what, alright."|Chap1C83.3]]
*[["I wouldn't mind being kidnapped from this house," you snort.|Chap1C83.4]]"I promise," $t_they says so seriously that you worry $t_they might really think you're actually scared of $t_them kidnapping you.
"Then I'm okay to go with you," you say softly.
$t_Their eyes meet yours for a split second before $t_they suddenly turns and walks away, leaving you mid-conversation.
Puzzled, you look at $t_them heading to $t_their car and now you're just... lost. Did you hallucinate that whole conversation or is $t_they just leaving without you? Did you miss an episode here? Should you just follow? Hesitantly you take a step forward, then slowly, another.
"Do you want to grab a drink on the way?" $namet calls out while organizing something in $t_their car, making $t_their way around to open your door. "A smoothie or milkshake or something else?"
You quicken your pace to catch up, nodding. "Sounds good."
Once you're settled, $namet closes your door and circles back to the driver's side. The engine purrs to life, and soon you're cruising down the street.
In complete, deafening silence.
You'd expected at least some conversation, but nope. Nothing. Not even the classic weather small talk, and there's no music either, which makes it ten times worse. At least with music, you'd have an excuse for the silence, like you were just enjoying the tunes. But this? This is just... empty silence.
There's this... awkward atmosphere in the car but you're probably the only one feeling that, $namet doesn't seem to mind. $t_They's simply... focus on the empty road, streetlights casting shadows across $t_their face. Driving.
"Do I have something on my face?"
You're suddenly aware you had been openly staring at $t_them this whole time.
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*[[You look away, cheeks reddening. "Ah– no no, I was just... checking out the view– like, outside the window, not you as the view."|Chap1C83.5]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Beauty," you smirk before shrugging. "I was just admiring the view."|Chap1C83.6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You smile. "Ah, no, sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess."|Chap1C83.7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You chuckle with a shake of your head. "No, sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess."|Chap1C83.8]]
*[[You hum noncommittally. "No, I was just wondering if you're always this quiet."|Chap1C83.9]]
*[[You shrug.|Chap1C83.10]]$namet glances at you briefly, $t_their dark eyes quickly focusing back on the road.
"I figured we could both use a break from...." $t_they waves vaguely $t_their free hand around. "...all of this."
That's probably $t_their way to relax the atmosphere. That works for you. You settle back into the plush seat as the atmosphere in the car shifts slightly. The earlier awkwardness seems to dissipate.
$t_They turns $t_their attention back to the road, the streetlamps casting a soft glow over $t_their features. "Plus, I thought it might be a good chance for us to... get to know each other better."
"Well, I'm certainly not one to turn down a free drink," you reply, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "And I have to admit, I wanna learn more about you too, $namet."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.11">><</button>>The drive continues in a comfortable silence, the hum of the engine and the occasional passing car the only sounds to fill the space between you and $namet.
As you approach a familiar fast food joint, $t_they signals and pulls into the drive-thru lane, rolling down $t_their window as you reach the ordering speaker. "Welcome to George Burger, what can I get you?"
$namet's expression shifts to $t_their usual stoic mask as $t_they places both your orders, keeping it curt and polite, bordering of dismissive. Well, $t_they's definitely being nice with you if $t_they treats other people like this. You can't say you mind it, though. It's always easier to accept when you're not the one on the other line of $t_their dismissive behavior.
At the next window, another worker hands over your drinks, $namet passing yours to you.
"Here we go, have a good evening!" the staff exclaims.
"Hm," $namet nods. As soon as the money is given, $t_they's already pushing $t_their foot on the accelerator to leave.
"You don't like people much, do you?" you wonder out loud.
"I'm not comfortable with people I don't know," $t_they nods, grabbing $t_their cold drink to take a sip with a hand while the other is around the steering wheel.
$t_They seems comfortable with you enough to smile from time to time, though. The expression on your face must give away your thoughts because $t_they tears $t_their gaze away from you to focus back on the road. "It's not the same with you."
You'd be flattered if you actually knew why. But you're not sure you want to find out, worried it's simply because you've lost someone and $t_they feels pity.
But $t_they can surprise you with another answer. You still hesitate. It'd be so easy to take pity on you in your situation, that you feel like the answer would be obvious.
"Why?" you finally ask.
$namet doesn't answer, staring ahead. Then, after what feels like hours. "I don't know."
You can't read $t_their expression, you can't know if it's true or if $t_they just doesn't want to answer the question. But trying to read $namet is like searching for a needle in a haystack, so you simply nod in acknowledgement.
"But I guess you're just different," $t_they adds, tone softer.
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*[[You act like you didn't hear it, too flustered to answer.|Chap1C83.12]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Different how?" you tilt your head curiously with a pleased smile. "Am I special for you?"|Chap1C83.13]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your expression softens. "In a good way I hope."|Chap1C83.14]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Awww, I'm different," you coo playfully.|Chap1C83.15]]
*[["That's..." you hesitate a moment before nodding. "That's nice of you, thanks."|Chap1C83.16]]
*[["Thanks," you smile.|Chap1C83.17]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet glances at you briefly, $t_their dark eyes catching the way your cheeks flush at $t_their words. A flicker of something crosses $t_their expression before $t_their lips curve into the barest hint of a smile.
"You know, I'm not always the best with words," $t_they says, $t_their tone surprisingly candid. "But I meant what I said."
$t_Their gaze lingers on you for a moment, shifting slightly in $t_their seat, $t_they refocuses on the road ahead, taking another sip of $t_their drink. "I... enjoy your company. More than I expected to."
You find yourself at a loss for words, your mind racing to process this unexpected side of $namet.
Clutching your milkshake, you chance another glance $t_their way. What you see makes your breath catch. Something softer, tender. It's a far cry from the stoic, reserved demeanor $t_they so often shows to everyone.
"I... I enjoy your company too," you manage, the words tumbling out before you can second-guess them.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.18">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet glances over at you. For a moment, $t_they seems caught off guard by your question, a faint flush creeping across $t_their neck.
Clearing $t_their throat, $t_they shifts $t_their grip on the steering wheel, $t_their gaze fixing back on the road ahead. "I... I'm not sure how to explain it," $t_they admits, $t_their words measured and careful. "There's just something about you that puts me at ease..."
$t_They pauses, $t_their brow furrowing slightly as $t_they searches for the right words.
"It's not that you're 'special' per se, just... different. Easier to be around, somehow." $t_they rolls $t_their lips together with a slight shrug. "I know that probably doesn't make a lot of sense."
"Well, well, well, would you look at that," you bite your lip, considering your next words carefully. "That makes sense," you murmur, your gaze steady on $t_their profile. "I'm glad I get to be the one you feel comfortable with."
"I... I'm glad too," $t_they says, $t_their tone softer than you've ever heard it. The vulnerability in $t_their expression is almost endearing.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.18">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>"In a good way," $namet nods. $t_they seems to ponder $t_their next words for a moment, $t_their gaze returning to the road ahead. "You have a way of... putting me at ease, I suppose."
Pausing, $t_they takes a sip of $t_their drink, $t_their brow furrowing slightly. "I'm not always the best with words, or with people in general. You're different."
$t_Their admission hangs in the air, and you can't help but feel your heart swell at $t_their candid words. This more vulnerable side of $namet is a far cry from the reserved, stoic $t_man you'd come to know.
Reaching out hesitantly, you gently rest your hand on $t_their arm, giving it a light squeeze.
"I'm glad I can be that person for you," you say softly. "And I hope you know that you can always be yourself with me, no matter what."
$namet glances down at your hand, clearing $t_their throat as $t_they nods.
"I appreciate that," $t_they murmurs, $t_their tone almost hesitant. "It's... not something I'm used to, but it's... nice."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.18">><</button>>$namet lets out a soft chuckle, the sound unexpected.
"Yes, you are," $t_they admits, keeping $t_their eyes fixed on the road. "And I have to say, I don't mind it one bit."
$t_They takes another sip of $t_their drink, the tension in $t_their shoulders seeming to ease. "It's... refreshing, to be around someone who isn't put off by my, well, less than social tendencies."
"Yeah?" you grin at $t_them.
Lifting one shoulder in a casual shrug, $namel's lips quirk up in a small smile. "I suppose you could say you're a breath of fresh air, in a way."
$t_Their playful tone catches you off guard, making your grin spreads wider. This playful, open side of $namet is a far cry from the stoic, reserved $t_man you'd first encountered, but not in a bad way.
"Well, I'm glad I can be that for you," you reply, your voice light. "I'm enjoying getting to know this side of you, my good friend."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.18">><</button>>$namet nods, a hint of a smile playing on $t_their lips.
"It's the truth," $t_they says simply, $t_their gaze shifting back to the road ahead.
The comfortable silence that falls between you is a stark contrast to the initial awkwardness of the drive.
After a moment, $t_they speaks again, $t_their voice low and thoughtful.
"I'm... not used to this, you know. Feeling so at ease with someone." $t_they pauses, $t_their brows furrowing slightly. "But with you, it just feels... natural."
You give $t_them a small smile.
"I'm glad," you murmur. "Because I feel the same way."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.18">><</button>>$namet nods, $t_their grip on the steering wheel loosening slightly as $t_they admits, a hint of sheepishness in $t_their voice. "I've... never really been good at this whole social thing. Being around people, making small talk, all of that. It's not exactly my forte, in case you hadn't noticed."
You can't help but chuckle, taking a sip of your drink. "Well, you're doing alright so far. At least you're not ignoring me completely."
$namet cracks a small smile at this. "Guess I'm making progress then." $t_they pauses for a moment, then adds, "I'm... glad I'm not making you uncomfortable, at least."
"Not at all," you reassure $t_them. "I appreciate your honesty. It's refreshing, really." You glance out the window, watching the city lights pass by. "Reminds me not to take things at face value, you know? And..."
You shrug. "You're more honest than most even if you have this all... stoic personality going on."
"Thanks?"
"That's a compliment," you glance at $t_them with a smile, a smile $t_they mirrors almost as wide as yours. Almost.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.18">><</button>>Seconds turn to minutes that become hours. You'd been hesitant about spending time with $t_them at first, but $namet is more interesting and open than you could've imagined. It's easy to talk to $t_them, you could talk about anything, $t_they'd comment but more importantly, $t_they'd <i>listen</i>. Some topic isn't even that interesting but $t_they listens anyway with the same focus as any other topic.
On your way back to your neighborhood, you finish your cold drink, shaking the large cup to be sure there's nothing left. "So you don't live with $namel."
$t_They nods in confirmation. "I have my own mansion–"
You choke on the rest of your drink, coughing and patting your chest, eyes watering. This is <i>not</i> what you thought you'd hear. An apartment? Why not. A house? That's cool. A penthouse? That's starting to be really something. But a fucking mansion? You're aware of his job, working for $t_their $l_father, however you didn't know $t_they had a more important place in the company. Earning enough money to buy a freaking mansion.
$namet suddenly brakes the car in the middle of the empty road, turning to you and reaching out to pat and rub your back. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just–" you cough again with a shake of your head. "–just didn't expect you to have a mansion."
"Is it that surprising?" $t_they asks with a small frown, checking that you're not actually choking before pulling away. "I have a good and stable job, and I don't spend my money on useless things."
"Except a mansion?" you snort.
$namet's lips stretch in a small smile as $t_they concedes. "Except a mansion, yes. But I don't regret. This what I always wanted."
"A big house?"
"Yes," $t_they affirms, restarting the car and getting back on the road. "I made a promise."
Your curiosity piqued, you part your lips to ask for more information about $t_their promise. You don't. Not when $t_their shoulders stiffen like this, $t_their whole body tensing and $t_their hands clenching tightly around the steering wheel. This isn't a story $t_they's ready to tell.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.19">><</button>>"So what's your job?" you ask instead, never mind if it seems inappropriate; you have to change the topic.
$t_Their body relaxes instantly, shoulders sagging. "I'm a CFO."
You blink. Right. You know what CFO mean. Of course. Who don't know that. It's common sense.
"Chief Financial Officer," $t_they explains. "I manage the company's investment activities, planning and accounting. It raised some eyebrows but I'm qualified for the job. I do lack years of experience, though."
"How many years, roughly?" you ask even though you don't quite understand $t_their work.
"Usually, you need at least fifteen years if not more of progressive finance and accounting experience with various companies," $t_they hums pensively, a wry smile forming on $t_their lips. "I guess I'm lucky my $l_dad is the CEO."
$t_They must make a <i>lot</i> of money. You wonder why $t_their car isn't as fancy as $t_their mansion, though. Some people would be more than happy to have $t_them as a sugar <<if $genderrot == "man">>daddy<<else>>mommy<</if>> or simply use $t_them as their personal piggy bank. $t_They's probably attracted a lot of sugar babies over the course of $t_their life...
<i>Sugar babies, huh...</i>
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*[["Ever thought of having a sugar baby?" your lips curl upwards, voice low.|Chap1C83.20]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You blush at the thought. You did not think about being his sugar baby. Nope. You didn't.|Chap1C83.21]]<<else>>[[You blush at the thought. You did not think about being her sugar baby. Nope. You didn't.|Chap1C83.21]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You hum pensively. Maybe not being his sugar baby but imagining something more doesn't seem to bother you.|Chap1C83.22]]<<else>>[[You hum pensively. Maybe not being her sugar baby but imagining something more doesn't seem to bother you.|Chap1C83.22]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You snort at the thought of being his sugar baby. Not something you would like to be. You don't see him this way.|Chap1C83.23]]<<else>>[[You snort at the thought of being her sugar baby. Not something you would like to be. You don't see her this way.|Chap1C83.23]]<</if>>
*[["People never tried to use you?" you ask curiously. "I mean, use you for your money?"|Chap1C83.24]]$t_They stays still. No answer, no movement. You're not quite sure $t_they heard you so you tilt your head to meet $t_their eyes. "Are you listening?"
"Yes, I heard you," $t_they acquiesces, eyes darting away.
"Huh," you mumble. "Then let's g–"
$t_They's gone before you can add anything else.
Puzzled, you look at $t_them head to $t_their car and now you're just... standing here like an idiot. Classic $namet and $t_their random moments of weirdness. With a head shake, you follow.
"Do you want to grab a drink on the way?" $namet calls out while organizing something in $t_their car, making $t_their way around to open your door. "A smoothie or milkshake or something else?"
You pick up the pace to join $t_them with a nod. "Uh, yeah."
Once you're settled, $namet closes your door and circles back to the driver's side. The engine purrs to life, and soon you're cruising down the street.
In complete, deafening silence.
You'd expected at least some conversation, but nope. Nothing. Not even the classic weather small talk, and there's no music either, which makes it ten times worse. At least with music, you'd have an excuse for the silence, like you were just enjoying the tunes. But this? This is just... empty silence.
There's this... awkward atmosphere in the car but you're probably the only one feeling that, $namet doesn't seem to mind. $t_They's simply... focus on the empty road, streetlights casting shadows across $t_their face. Driving.
"Do I have something on my face?"
You're suddenly aware you had been openly staring at $t_them this whole time.
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*[[You look away, cheeks reddening. "Ah– no no, I was just... checking out the view– like, outside the window, not you as the view."|Chap1C83.5]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Beauty," you smirk before shrugging. "I was just admiring the view."|Chap1C83.6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You smile. "Ah, no, sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess."|Chap1C83.7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You chuckle with a shake of your head. "No, sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess."|Chap1C83.8]]
*[[You hum noncommittally. "No, I was just wondering if you're always this quiet."|Chap1C83.9]]
*[[You shrug.|Chap1C83.10]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet's eyes widen slightly at your unexpected question, and $t_they clears $t_their throat before responding. "A sugar baby? No, that's not really my thing."
$t_They shifts slightly in $t_their seat, seemingly a bit uncomfortable with the direction the conversation has taken, $t_their neck heating up right under your eyes. Something that only makes your smirk widens, a bit more teasing and you're sure you'll be able to turn $t_them into a blushing mess.
"I prefer to keep my professional and personal life separate. I work hard for my money, and I don't believe in using it to try and buy companionship or...other favors," $t_they explains, $t_their tone matter-of-fact.
$t_They glances over at you briefly, a hint of curiosity in $t_their expression.
"Why, is that something you've considered?" $t_they asks, $t_their brow slightly furrowed.
"Having a sugar baby?" you tilt your head, voice low. "Not really, but being a sugar baby? Now that's another story. Being <i>your</i> sugar–"
$t_They takes a sharp intake of breath. "Anyway, we're almost back to your place. Anything else on your mind?"
You eye $t_them thoughtfully. "Nope, $t_sir."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.25">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet notices your sudden change in demeanor and raises an eyebrow. "You okay there? You look a little flushed."
$t_They glances between you and the road, a hint of concern in $t_their expression. "Is the air conditioning not working well enough? We can turn it up if you're feeling too warm."
You quickly shake your head, trying to brush off the embarrassment. "No, no, the air is fine. I'm just... processing everything you've told me about your job."
"It's impressive that you've managed to get that job. Not many people can say they're a Chief Financial Officer, even with family connections." You say quickly, desperately trying to steer the conversation in another direction. "You must be really talented."
$namet gives a slight shrug, $t_their gaze focused on the road ahead. "I suppose. But as I said, I still lack the years of experience most people in my position would have. I have to work twice as hard to prove myself."
$t_They glances over at you briefly before flicking $t_their gaze away with a shadow of a smirk on $t_their lips. "Anyway, we're almost to your place. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about before we get there?"
You shake your head. "Nope, not really."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.25">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>"So, if you're not interested in a sugar baby arrangement, what <i>are</i> you looking for in a relationship?" you ask, your eyes tracing $t_their profile as $t_they navigates through the streets.
$namet is silent for a moment, seeming to carefully consider your question.
"I suppose I'm looking for someone who...challenges me, in a way," $t_they finally says, $t_their tone thoughtful. "Someone who isn't afraid to call me out when I'm being stubborn or closed-off. But also someone I can be myself around, without having to put up a front. Someone.... someone with whom I can just be myself, without pretense."
$t_They glances over at you briefly, a slight smile tugging at the corner of $t_their mouth. "That's a tall order, I know. But I've found that the most meaningful connections come when you can be truly vulnerable with another person."
You nod. "That makes sense. That's what..." you swallow. "I was lucky enough to experience-"
You pause, you shake away the dark thoughts, a teasing lilt entering your voice. "So, any prospects in mind? Or are you still searching for this special someone?"
$namet's lips curl upward. "The search is ongoing, I'm afraid. But who knows, maybe they'll cross my path when I least expect it."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.25">><</button>>$namet notices your snort and raises an eyebrow. "You seemed amused by something just now. Care to share?"
"Mh? Ah no no. It's nothing, really. I was just..." you clear your throat, pressing your lips together to hold back an amused smile. "I was just thinking that the idea of being a sugar baby doesn't suit me, that's all."
"A sugar baby? Why did you think about this?" $t_they gives you a puzzled look.
"Well, you're rich, rich enough to be a sugar <<if $genderrot == "man">>daddy<<else>>mommy<</if>>," you shrug lightly. "I guess that's the first thing some people would think, like me."
$namet nods slowly, $t_their expression unreadable yet you notice a hint of amusement. "I see."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.25">><</button>>$namet lets out a soft sigh at your question, $t_their grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly.
"Unfortunately, yes. I've dealt with that before," $t_they admits, $t_their gaze focused straight ahead.
"When I first got the CFO position, there were a few people who tried to get close to me, either for networking or to exploit my financial status," $t_they explains, a hint of frustration in $t_their tone.
You stare ahead pensively, while it doesn't surprise you, you can imagine some people were drawn to more than just $t_their money. $namet is a <<if $genderrot == "man">>handsome<<else>>gorgeous<</if>> $t_man, you doubt it was always for $t_their money, or maybe it was for both $t_their beauty and wealth.
$t_They glances over at you briefly.
"That's part of why I'm hesitant to get too close to people I don't know well. You can never be sure of someone's true intentions." $t_they pauses, then adds, "I've had to learn to be selective and protect myself."
"You know what?" you say, reaching over and give $t_their arm a gentle squeeze. "Fuck them."
$t_They blinks, a small smile spreading on $t_their lips as $t_they nods slowly. "I appreciate it."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.25">><</button>>As $namet's car pulls into your neighborhood, you watch the familiar scenery pass by, well-kept lawns and tidy houses lining both sides of the street. You're finally home and the drive turned out to be exactly what you needed, even if you hadn't realized it before.
$namet brings the car to a smooth stop in front of your place. $t_They shifts in $t_their seat to face you, $t_their expression unreadable as $t_they states simply. "Well, we're here,"
<<if $TL >= 1 or $TL >= 2>>An awkward silence stretches between you both for a moment. You nod, not quite ready to exit the vehicle yet.
"Thanks for the ride." you say, trying to fill the charged silence between you.
$namet gives a small shrug of $t_their shoulders.
"It was no problem." $t_their dark eyes still fixed on the road before $t_they continues. "I.. I had a good time."
$t_Their words bring an involuntary smile to your lips. "Me too. It was better than staying at home."
$namet clears $t_their throat, straightening $t_their shoulders as $t_they regains $t_their composure. "Right, of course. Well, I should let you go. Have a good evening."<<else>>"Thanks for the ride," you say softly.
$namet gives a small shrug of $t_their shoulders. "It was no problem. Well, I should let you go. Have a good evening."
"You too, $namet. I'll see you around the neighborhood, I'm sure." you offer $t_them a smile before exiting the car and heading up your front walk.<</if>>
As you make your way up your front walk, the sound of $t_their car idling behind you, you can't help but feel... different. Better. Lighter. The weight that's been sitting on your shoulders seems just a bit more manageable now. Unlocking your door, you make a mental note to spend more time with $t_them. There's something about $namet's quiet presence that seems to ground you in a way you hadn't expected.
The soft purr of $t_their car's engine fades as $t_they drives away, and you step into your home, already wondering when you'll next cross paths with this stoic $t_man.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>$namet stays still. No answer. Nothing. $t_They stares at the wall over your shoulder. You're not quite sure $t_they heard you so you prepare yourself to repeat your words.
"We can g-"
"You hesitated," $t_they finally says as $t_their shoulder lifts slightly. "You don't have to accept."
"I know that," you tilt your head, trying to catch $t_their gaze but $t_they does $t_their best to avoid it. "But I want to."
"Sure?"
"Yeah," you nod.
$t_They nods back and just like that, $t_they's gone. You look at $t_their head to $t_their car. A beat. You shake your head and catch up before $t_they can leave without you. $t_They can be weird just like that sometimes.
"Do you want to grab a drink on the way?" $namet calls out while organizing something in $t_their car, making $t_their way around to open your door. "A smoothie or milkshake or something else?"
You pick up the pace to join $t_them with a nod. "Yeah, why not?"
Once you're settled, $namet closes your door and circles back to the driver's side. The engine purrs to life, and soon you're cruising down the street.
In complete, deafening silence.
You'd expected at least some conversation, but nope. Nothing. Not even the classic weather small talk, and there's no music either, which makes it ten times worse. At least with music, you'd have an excuse for the silence, like you were just enjoying the tunes. But this? This is just... empty silence.
There's this... awkward atmosphere in the car but you're probably the only one feeling that, $namet doesn't seem to mind. $t_They's simply... focus on the empty road, streetlights casting shadows across $t_their face. Driving.
"Do I have something on my face?"
You're suddenly aware you had been openly staring at $t_them this whole time.
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*[[You look away, cheeks reddening. "Ah– no no, I was just... checking out the view– like, outside the window, not you as the view."|Chap1C83.5]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Beauty," you smirk before shrugging. "I was just admiring the view."|Chap1C83.6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You smile. "Ah, no, sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess."|Chap1C83.7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You chuckle with a shake of your head. "No, sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess."|Chap1C83.8]]
*[[You hum noncommittally. "No, I was just wondering if you're always this quiet."|Chap1C83.9]]
*[[You shrug.|Chap1C83.10]]"I'll keep that in mind," $t_their lips curls up on the corner of $t_their mouth, disappearing too soon. "Though maybe don't advertise that to strangers."
"Do you think I'm ten?" you huff a laugh before tilting your head to catch $t_their gaze but $t_they does $t_their best to avoid it. "Or maybe you want to be the only one kidnapping me?"
At that $t_they scrunches $t_their nose. "Like I said, I'd be a terrible kidnapper."
Well, $t_they didn't deny the 'only one' part but you don't have time to linger on the topic because, just like that, $t_they's gone. Puzzled, you look at $t_them heading to $t_their car and now you're just... standing here like an idiot. Did you imagined this whole conversation or is $t_they just leaving without you? Did you miss an episode here? Should you just follow? You shake your head and follow suit.
"Do you want to grab a drink on the way?" $namet calls out while organizing something in $t_their car, making $t_their way around to open your door. "A smoothie or milkshake or something else?"
You pick up the pace to join $t_them with a nod. "You're offering?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm in."
Once you're settled, $namet closes your door and circles back to the driver's side. The engine purrs to life, and soon you're cruising down the street.
In complete, deafening silence.
You'd expected at least some conversation, but nope. Nothing. Not even the classic weather small talk, and there's no music either, which makes it ten times worse. At least with music, you'd have an excuse for the silence, like you were just enjoying the tunes. But this? This is just... empty silence.
There's this... awkward atmosphere in the car but you're probably the only one feeling that, $namet doesn't seem to mind. $t_They's simply... focus on the empty road, streetlights casting shadows across $t_their face. Driving.
"Do I have something on my face?"
You're suddenly aware you had been openly staring at $t_them this whole time.
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*[[You look away, cheeks reddening. "Ah– no no, I was just... checking out the view– like, outside the window, not you as the view."|Chap1C83.5]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Beauty," you smirk before shrugging. "I was just admiring the view."|Chap1C83.6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You smile. "Ah, no, sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess."|Chap1C83.7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You chuckle with a shake of your head. "No, sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess."|Chap1C83.8]]
*[[You hum noncommittally. "No, I was just wondering if you're always this quiet."|Chap1C83.9]]
*[[You shrug.|Chap1C83.10]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>"The view?" $t_they echoes, unreadable. "I don't mind."
"You don't mind...?" you repeat the words, throwing $t_them a puzzled look.
It takes you two seconds to catch the slow smile spreading on $t_their lips. Something almost wolfish. The dimples you didn't know were here popping out charmingly. Something you didn't expect to see, especially not from that stoic $t_man.
"I don't mind being your view," $t_they clarifies, voice smooth.
"Oh... alright," you clear your throat with a nod, eager to change the topic.
You settle back into the plush seat as the atmosphere in the car shifts slightly. The earlier awkwardness seems to dissipate, replaced by a more relaxed silence. You're still nervous but less... awkward, you think.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.11">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>"The view?" $t_they echoes, unreadable. You can practically see the gear turning in $t_their head before $t_they clears $t_their throat. "I don't mind."
You blink, caught off guard by $t_their response. Then, your smirk widens ever so slowly. "You don't mind, huh? Good to know."
You didn't know the view could get even better when your gaze flicks to $t_their ear who's turning an adorable shade of red. $t_They nods, once, twice. Not having any words to say it seems.
"What is it?" you tease, settling back into the plush seat as the atmosphere in the car shifts slightly. The earlier awkwardness seems to dissipate, replaced by a more relaxed, contemplative quiet.
"Hmm?" $t_they plays dumb, the red of $t_their ears expanding to $t_their neck. "I'm just... thinking."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.11">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>"Lost in thought?" $t_they nods slowly, a hint of disappointment in $t_their tone. "I see."
You chuckle, $t_they looks like $t_they's pouting. Cute. You shake your head. "That's cute."
$t_Their eyes widen slightly before $t_they forces $t_themself to not react, though $t_they can't quite hide $t_their smile. "Is it?"
You hum and acquiesce, settling back into the plush seat as the atmosphere in the car shifts slightly. The earlier awkwardness seems to dissipate, replaced by a more relaxed, contemplative silence. "Very."
"I wouldn't have thought I'd be called cute," $t_they says, smile widening just a tad. "I like it."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.11">><</button>>"Lost in thought?" $t_they repeats with curiosity. "Thinking about what?"
"Of the silence," you answer honestly with a shrug. "I guess I'm not... used to it after these past days dealing with two certain people."
"Hm, I see," $t_they nods slowly. "I don't know how you handle them."
"I just do," you settle back into the plush seat as the atmosphere in the car shifts slightly.
The earlier awkwardness seems to dissipate, replaced by a more relaxed silence.
"And is it a bad thing?" $t_they adds in a murmur. "The silence."
Your expression softens. "It was uncomfortable two minutes ago but not anymore."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.11">><</button>>$namet glances at you briefly, $t_their dark eyes meeting yours before returning quickly back to the road. "I prefer it that way. Less small talk, more focus on the task at hand."
You nod, settling back into the plush seat as the atmosphere in the car shifts slightly. The earlier awkwardness seems to dissipate, replaced by a more relaxed silence.
"So what made you invite me along?" you venture, curiosity piqued. "I didn't take you for the social type."
$namet's lips quirk up in the barest hint of a smile. "Maybe I just wanted an excuse to get out of the house for a bit." $t_They pauses. "Or maybe I was hoping for some stimulating conversation. Who knows?"
The subtle teasing in $t_their tone catches you off guard, and you can't help but chuckle softly.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C83.11">><</button>>After $namel and $namet left, Athiel doesn't wait to make $a_themself comfortable on the couch in the living room while you and Ekissa wash the dish.
"Look at $a_them, doing nothing as usual," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, eyes fixed on the blondie lounging in clear view from the kitchen island from where you two are washing the dishes.
"$a_They cleared the table," you point out, shrugging while drying the plate $j_they passed you with a cloth when Ekissa gives you a look. "I'm just saying."
"Right," $j_they grunts, reluctantly dropping the topic.
At the last plate, you store it in the drawer of the furniture behind you and rejoin $j_their side at the sink. You both stare ahead, the view of the living room from the kitchen not really interesting, but the $a_man focusing on $a_their movie is. For Ekissa at least. $j_They's burning holes in the poor guy and you have to nudge $j_them for Ekissa to stop with a scrunch of $j_their nose.
"Wanna go upstairs?" $j_they proposes, dark eyes on you.
You nod, following $j_their lead upstairs. Opening the guest room which is now temporarily $j_their room, you get in while $j_they closes behind $j_them in case Athiel decides to bother you. You're surprised to see nothing changed in the guest room, as plain and simple as the day you gave it to Ekissa.
Something rather unusual for someone like Ekissa. $j_They's the messy type. Not the type to leave dirty clothes but the type leaving drawings or paintings here and there, instruments on the floor or bed, pencils everywhere.
There's nothing like this here, it looks... empty, devoid of any personality. Your scrutiny makes Ekissa pause. "What?"
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*[[You raise you hands in surrender. "Nothing, nothing."|Chap1C84.1]]
*[["Are you scared of dirtying this room or something?" you tease.|Chap1C84.2]]
*[[You look around again with a pensive hum. "It's just... not you. This is too clean."|Chap1C84.3]]
*[["Lo and behold, Ekissa finally knows how to keep a room clean," you say lightly.|Chap1C84.4]]
*[[You chuckle softly. "Just wondering what happened to my best friend."|Chap1C84.5]]
*[["That's just..." you search for the right words before nodding. "...surprising."|Chap1C84.6]]$j_They frowns at you but doesn't pry for more as $j_they sits on the bed, patting the place next to $j_them. You join $j_them, lying on your back to stare at the ceiling and your hands on your stomach.
"I didn't want to mess with this room... $namee was the one who decorated it," $j_they finally says with a helpless shrug as $j_they lies next to you on the bed.
"Oh..." you nod slowly, not knowing if you want to continue this topic so you only add. "Okay."
After a few moments, Ekissa clears $j_their throat, breaking the silence.
"I know it might seem weird, leaving the room like this," $j_they says quietly. "But it just...felt wrong to change anything, you know?"
You nod mutely again.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.7">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa's expression softens as $j_they rolls onto $j_their side to better face you, propping $j_themself up on one elbow.
"Of course," $j_they says, the usual gruff affection coloring $j_their tone. "That's what best friends are for." $j_They reaches out and flicks your arm lightly. "Who else is gonna be around to pull your ass out of the inevitable chaos you attract, huh?"
You huff quietly. "Not like I asked for it."
"Yeah, I know. And I'll always be in your corner, no matter what shit gets thrown your way." $j_Their thumb lightly brushes your heated cheek, $j_their obsidian eyes holding yours intently as $j_they cups your face. "Nobody gets to mistreat you and get away with it. I'll always be here to tell them to fuck off."
Your cheeks heat up. "R-Right. Thanks."
$j_They pulls away with a grin and a shrug. "Heh, don't mention it."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.14">><</button>>Ekissa lets out a bark of laughter at your teasing remark, $j_their head tilting back and some of the tension easing from $j_their shoulders.
"Fair point," $j_they concedes with a slow creepy smile. "Doesn't mean I still don't wanna deck her."
You cock a brow. "Real reassuring, Eki'."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," propping $j_themself up on an elbow, $j_they fixes you with an appraising look. "But just so we're clear, I totally could've taken her."
$j_They mimes throwing an exaggerated punch, putting on a show of bravado that has you rolling your eyes in amusement. "Yeah, sure."
"You don't seem so sure," $j_they narrows $j_their eyes playfully.
"That's because I'm not."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.14">><</button>>Ekissa props $j_themself up on one elbow, $j_their brows furrowed as $j_they looks down at you. "You can't be serious. That bitch assaulted you, and you're just gonna let it slide?"
You meet $j_their gaze, your expression pensive. "What choice do I have, Eki?"
"Plenty," Ekissa scoffs, $j_their eyes flashing with indignation. "Sometimes, you have to fight fire with fire. She needs to learn that her actions have consequences."
You shake your head, your voice weary. "I don't know..."
$j_They lets out a frustrated sigh, flopping back onto the bed. "Fine, but if she pulls anything like that again, I won't hold back."
You shake your head fondly at your friend's protectiveness. "Alright."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.14">><</button>>Ekissa's expression softens slightly as $j_they returns your smile. "Of course, $name. I've got your back, no matter what."
"I know," you reply, reaching over to give $j_their arm a gentle squeeze. "And I appreciate you more than you know."
Ekissa huffs, running a hand through $j_their snowy white curls.
"Still doesn't make what she did right, though." $j_their dark eyes narrow, a hint of a snarl playing on $j_their full lips. "If she ever lays a hand on you again, I might not be able to control myself."
Chuckling softly, you nudge $j_their shoulder affectionately. "Cool it. I can handle Juliet. I think."
"You think?" $j_they snorts.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.14">><</button>>Well, talking about Juliet, you hope she calmed down. You still don't know what you'll do about what happened earlier. She hit you, Emilia proposed to file a report... And you'll have to seriously think about it. But maybe not tonight though.
"And..." Ekissa glances at you with curiosity.
You turn on your side to face $j_them. "What?"
$j_They seems to hesitate a moment, $j_their eyes darting between you and the ceiling before shrugging. "How was your little outing this morning with Athiel?"
"Curious?"
$j_They grumbles. "That's why I asked."
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*[["Oh we kissed all day, you should've seen it," you tease, waiting carefully for Ekissa's reaction as if... wanting to see jealousy.|Chap1C84.15]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Jealous?" you laugh before backtracking with a blush. "I'm kidding, of course, why would you be jealous, right? Anyway..."|Chap1C84.16]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Nothing much," you say, almost as if... wanting to reassure your bestie you don't see Athiel this way.|Chap1C84.17]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["It was... rather nice," you hear yourself say, suddenly thinking of Athiel.|Chap1C84.18]]
*[[You hum noncommittally. "As nice as it could be with Athiel, I guess. It wasn't this bad, actually."|Chap1C84.19]]
*[["A disaster," you snort.|Chap1C84.20]]<<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa's eyes narrow at your teasing comment, $j_their full lips pressing into a thin line as $j_they clicks his tongue. "Very funny."
You can't help but grin at $j_their reaction, oddly pleased by it. "Relax, I'm just messing with you."
$j_They huffs out a breath, trying to play it cool as $j_they rolls onto $j_their back again. "Could've fooled me."
Leaning closer, you bump $j_their shoulder playfully. "Aww, were you jealous, Eki?"
$j_They scoffs, waving dismissively as you try to swallow the pang of disappointment. "Just didn't wanna hear about you swapping spit with that blonde jerk, that's all. But be my guest if you wanna kiss assholes."
You laugh, shaking your head in amusement. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say."
Ekissa shoots you a halfhearted glare, but you can see the corners of $j_their mouth twitching, threatening a smile. "Shut up, dumbass."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.21">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>You try to play off your accidental implication with a wave of your hand as you repeat. "Anyway..."
Except, you don't have any other topic up your sleeve. You press your lips together, trying to will the blush away. You have to change the topic, all that's left is to actually find a topic...
$j_They arches a questioning brow at you, clearly amused by your sudden flustered state. "Right, just a friendly little date then?"
"It wasn't a date!" you protest quickly, feeling your face grow warmer. Why did you even joke about $j_them being jealous? You should've played it off instead of... Instead of whatever you tried to do. "It's not like that."
Ekissa snorts at that. "Uh huh, and I'm the queen of England. C'mon, be real with me here. You telling me there's absolutely nothing going on between you two?"
You open your mouth to deny it, but something stops you. Ekissa is thinking the opposite of what you want. You can see in $j_their eyes, for $j_them there's no way $j_they could see you otherwise than $j_their best friend. That's probably why you blushing like a mess? It doesn't even seem to faze $j_them.
You feel a pang of disappointment, not knowing why you're disappointed in the first place. You and Ekissa are friends. Best friends at that.
Letting out a slow breath, you murmur again. "It's not like that."
But you know $j_they's not believing you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.21">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? 'Nothing much' is all you got for me?"
You hold $j_their gaze evenly, sensing $j_their subtle attempt to fish for information. You don't have to reassure $j_them, you know you don't have to. But in this moment you feel the need to do it.
"Yeah, it wasn't like a date or anything," you give a nonchalant shrug. "It wasn't like that."
Something flickers across Ekissa's expressive features but you don't have time to read it before $j_their expression settles back into a more neutral one. "If you say so."
You bump $j_their shoulder lightly with your own. "Don't worry, Eki. You'll always be my number one, you know that."
You flash $j_them a warm smile, earning an eyeroll and a barely suppressed smile from $j_them.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.21">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>"Nice?" Ekissa scrunches $j_their nose in distaste.
You shrug with a wave of your hand. "Yeah, it was nice. Don't read too much into it, though."
Ekissa arches a questioning brow at you. "Right, just a friendly little date then?"
"It wasn't a date," you point out before $j_they can imagine crazy stuff. "$a_They dragged me there, remember?"
Ekissa snorts at that. "Uh huh, and I'm the queen of England. C'mon, be real with me here. You telling me there's absolutely nothing going on between you two?"
You open your mouth to deny it, but something stops you. Is there really nothing there? You think back to the day spent with Athiel but don't let yourself linger on the thoughts as you shake your head.
Letting out a slow breath, you meet Ekissa's gaze evenly. "Doesn't matter."
$j_They grunts in reply.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.21">><</button>>Ekissa quirks an eyebrow at your vague response as $j_they studies your expression carefully. "That's...reassuring, I suppose? What exactly does that mean though? That idiot gives you any trouble?"
You shake your head, waving off $j_their worries. "Nah, nothing like that. Athiel was...well, Athiel. Sarcastic, a bit of an ass at times, but mostly just $a_their usual charming self."
Ekissa snorts at that. "So in other words, a real pain in the ass?"
You can't help but smile in agreement. "Something like that, yeah."
"Figures."
Staring at the ceiling, you hum. "Don't worry, Eki. I can handle $a_their particular brand of... so-called charm."
You hear $j_them snort again but $j_they doesn't contradict you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.21">><</button>>Ekissa snorts, wandering over to flop down on the neatly made bed. "Believe it or not, I can keep things tidy when I want to. This is just temporary digs, no need to make myself too at home."
You eye the perfectly organized dresser and nightstand skeptically. "If you say so. It's still weird how pristine it is in here."
Ekissa shoots you a wry look. "What, you want me to start leaving my socks and sketchbooks all over to make it feel more homey?"
Chuckling, you make your way over to the bed, giving $j_their shoulder a light shove. "Now that you mention it, a little artistic clutter would definitely make this place feel more like you."
Ekissa smirks up at you. "Duly noted. Maybe I'll get started on a new mural on the walls, really make myself comfortable."
You laugh at the mental image of Ekissa's bold, colorful artwork covering the plain white walls. "As long as it doesn't violate the security deposit, be my guest."
Settling back against the pillows, Ekissa stretches out with a contented sigh as you join $j_them on the bed. "We'll see."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.7">><</button>>"That much, huh?" Ekissa huffs with a shake of $j_their head. "Yeah, figures."
"Yeah, you know how Athiel can be," you say with a dismissive roll of your eyes. "The whole time was just one sarcastic quip after another. I swear, that $a_man wouldn't recognize sincerity even if it bit $a_them on the ass."
Ekissa barks out a laugh at that. "Oh, I can picture it now. Athiel being $a_their usual charming, insufferable self."
$j_They pauses, $j_their expression growing more serious as $j_they studies you. "$a_They didn't give you too hard of a time though, did $a_they? Because you know I'll kick $a_their ass if I need to."
"Don't worry about it, Eki. I can handle Athiel's particular brand of...personality," you shrug. "Besides, it wasn't all bad. When $a_they wasn't busy trying to get a rise out of me, we actually had a few decent conversations."
Ekissa arches an eyebrow skeptically. "You're shitting me? Athiel was capable of having an actual conversation without being a total dick?"
"Key word being 'few'," you tell $j_them.
That earns a snort from $j_them.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.21">><</button>>"I spent the day carrying $a_their bags and giving advice $a_they rarely wanted to hear," you finally tell $j_them about your day. "Nothing really interesting. We stopped at a coffee shop when you called me and came back home when $a_they got tired of dragging me around the shopping center."
"You mean, like $a_their lil puppy?"
You scrunch your nose. "I wouldn't say it like that but, yeah."
$j_They shoots you a wry look, one corner of $j_their full lips curled up. "Let me guess, $a_they played the whole 'I'm hot shit and you're lucky to even be in my presence' card the entire time?"
Your eyes widen slightly at $j_their spot-on impression of Athiel's arrogant demeanor. "Damn, seems like you know $a_them better than I thought. But to be honest, some of $a_their comments and quips were kinda entertaining."
Ekissa wrinkles $j_their nose exaggeratedly. "I'll take your word for it. That smug jerk's sense of humor has always been shit in my opinion."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.22">><</button>>Your conversation is interrupted when $catname decides to leap gracefully onto the bed, startling you both. He meows demandingly until you scratch under his chin.
"Watch it, furball," Ekissa grumbles halfheartedly. "Ugh, he's gonna put fur everywhere."
"Jealous?" you nudge your friend.
"Jealous you charm all the grumpy ones around here?" your friend deadpans.
As the cat curls against your side, purrs vibrating through your hands, you smile sadly. "I think he's still adjusting without $namee. We all are."
Ekissa's face softens, catching your meaning. "Yeah...but he's got good taste choosing you as his new human."
You push yourself up, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn. "Anyway... I should take a shower before I fall asleep here."
"Ah," Ekissa stays lying on the bed, a hint of disappointment in $j_their voice. "Already? And don't forget your cat, no way I'm sleeping with this one."
"He's all yours," you bite back a chuckle at Ekissa's groan.
"No no no, take him with you," $j_they complains before adding. "Or you can stay, why you gotta leave now?"
Getting up, you lower your arms back to your side, looking over your shoulder with an amused smile. "My room is right next to yours, Eki'."
"Not the same," $j_they grumbles.
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*[["Wanna sleep with me?" you propose with a smirk. "I'll make sure to take care of you."|Chap1C84.23]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["We could sleep together?" you propose, eyes widening as you sputter. "I mean, in my bed–sleeping–far away from each other–"|Chap1C84.24]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You chuckle, endeared by your best friend's behavior. "I'm sure you'll survive the night without me, Eki'."|Chap1C84.25]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You grin. "Awww you're gonna miss me?"|Chap1C84.26]]
*[[You cock a brow. "That's still pretty close, don't you think?"|Chap1C84.27]]
*[["You'll survive," you roll your eyes good-naturedly as you head off. "Good night, Eki'."|Chap1C84.28]]<<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa's eyes widen for the briefest of moments at your bold proposition, clearly caught off guard. But ever the smooth operator, $j_they quickly recovers with a low chuckle.
"Well, well, well..." $j_their dark gaze rakes over you slowly. "Didn't realize you were offering such an...attentive service tonight, bestie."
Eyeing you with a mix of amusement and curiosity, $j_they tilts $j_their head. "I'd hate to impose, but you know I do love being taken care of..."
You can't help but grin at $j_their playful flirtation. The way $j_they looks at you does plenty of funny things to your body right now.
"Is that so? Well, in that case..." you trail off, letting the implication hang heavy in the air between you.
For a beat, Ekissa holds your gaze, the smoldering look in $j_their eyes making your heart skip. Then, just as quickly, the moment passes as $j_they bursts out laughing, waving a dismissive hand. And just like that, the slight hope you had disappears.
You kick yourself inwardly for believing that maybe, just maybe $j_they'd take you seriously.
"Geez, you really had me going for a second there," $j_they shakes $j_their head in amusement. "As tempting as your 'attentive service' sounds, I think I'll pass for now." A fond smile tugs at $j_their lips as $j_they meets your eyes again. "Maybe another time, yeah?"
You force a smile, force the disappointment to go away, to just disappear because right now you're fucking embarrassed. It was a mistake.
You nod, forcing a grin back at $j_them. "Sure thing, Eki. Door's always open. Anyway... I'll leave you be, good night."
"Good night," $j_they calls out softly, already sounding half-asleep. You catch a glimpse of $j_them curled up on your bed, white curls stark against the dark sheets, before you step out. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"That's my bed you're talking about," you point out with mock offense.
$j_Their quiet laugh follows you as you close the door. "Yeah, yeah. Now go shower already."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa arches an eyebrow at your flustered state, clearly amused by your sudden awkwardness. Well, you're not. You're not amused <i>at all</i>.
"Relax, $name," $j_they chuckles, waving a nonchalant hand. "I know what you meant."
This was so... so fast. $j_They dismissed it so fast that it's almost... hurtful. Your shoulders slump in defeat, though you do your best to hide it while $j_they regards you with a fond, if slightly teasing look.
"Though I must admit, I'm a little hurt you'd want to sleep so 'far away' from me," $j_they pouts exaggeratedly. "And here I thought we were closer than that."
You huff out an embarrassed laugh, avoiding $j_their gaze. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Impossibly charming, you mean?" $j_They winks roguishly. "Can't help it if I'm simply irresistible, babe."
Rolling your eyes with feigned exasperation, you turn to head to the door. "Whatever you say, Eki. I'm gonna grab that shower. Good night."
"Good night," $j_they calls out softly, already sounding half-asleep. You catch a glimpse of $j_them curled up on your bed, white curls stark against the dark sheets, before you step out. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"That's my bed you're talking about," you point out with mock offense.
$j_Their quiet laugh follows you as you close the door. "Yeah, yeah. Now go shower already."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa snorts at your teasing remark, propping $j_themself up on $j_their elbows to fix you with a pointed look. "Oh, I'll survive alright. Doesn't mean I have to like it though."
$j_They pouts exaggeratedly, $j_their full lips forming an endearingly petulant expression that makes you laugh.
You shake your head in amusement at $j_their antics. "You're being ridiculous."
"I prefer 'charmingly needy'," Ekissa counters with a roguish wink.
Making your way to the side of the bed, you gaze down at $j_them fondly. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
$j_They grins unabashedly. "Well, I need my bestie around. Sue me."
You feel your heart beat a tad faster, body heating in a warm, comforting way. Impulsively, you lean down to ruffle $j_their snowy white curls. "You big sap."
Ekissa swats at your hand half-heartedly, pretending to be annoyed even as a small smile tugs at the corners of $j_their mouth. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just get your ass in the shower already."
"Alright, alright," you chuckle, heading to the door. "Good night, Eki'."
"Good night," $j_they calls out softly, already sounding half-asleep. You catch a glimpse of $j_them curled up on your bed, white curls stark against the dark sheets, before you step out. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"That's my bed you're talking about," you point out with mock offense.
$j_Their quiet laugh follows you as you close the door. "Yeah, yeah. Now go shower already."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>Ekissa scoffs dramatically, rolling $j_their eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."
You laugh, leaning over to ruffle $j_their snowy curls playfully. "Uh huh, sure. Whatever you say."
Ducking away with a grumbled curse, Ekissa tries and fails to suppress a grin tugging at the corners of $j_their lips. "Go take your damn shower already, dumbass."
Chuckling, you straighten back up and take a few steps towards the door. But you can't resist one last playful jab. "Don't worry, Eki! I'll leave the door cracked in case you get lonely or have any nightmares!"
The pillow $j_they chucks at your retreating back is answer enough, accompanied by that rich laugh you've grown so fond of over the years. After a moment, you hear $j_them sigh.
"Good night," $j_they calls out softly, already sounding half-asleep. You catch a glimpse of $j_them curled up on your bed, white curls stark against the dark sheets, before you step out. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"That's my bed you're talking about," you point out with mock offense.
$j_Their quiet laugh follows you as you close the door. "Yeah, yeah. Now go shower already."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>Ekissa hesitates for a moment, before shrugging one shoulder nonchalantly. "I mean, yeah, I guess it's close enough. But you know what I mean..."
"Do I?" you ask, crossing your arms.
$j_They shoots you a halfhearted glare. $j_They sighs, gesturing vaguely between you two. "You know how it is, us just...hanging out like this. Feels different with you right here instead of a room away."
Well, you shouldn't be surprised; Ekissa has always been the clingy type, even if each time you point it out, $j_they vehemently denies it. Despite hating people, $j_they–ironically–likes craves closeness with those $j_they cares about.
"I'm still impressed sometimes how needy you can be," you murmur fondly out loud.
Ekissa snorts as $j_they flips you off. "Shut the hell up, asshole. I take it back, go away and leave me alone."
You shake your head with a small chuckle as you turn and head to the door. "Sure thing, your majesty. Good night."
"Good night," $j_they calls out softly, already sounding half-asleep. You catch a glimpse of $j_them curled up on your bed, white curls stark against the dark sheets, before you step out. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"That's my bed you're talking about," you point out with mock offense.
$j_Their quiet laugh follows you as you close the door. "Yeah, yeah. Now go shower already."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>"Of course I'll survive," you hear $j_them mutter under $j_their breath.
You snort, pausing at the doorway. "Heard you."
"Good for you," $j_they retorts, though there's no real bite to $j_their words. You can practically hear the smile in $j_their voice despite $j_their grumpy act.
That earns a chuckle from you as you open the door. "Good night, Eki'."
"Good night," $j_they calls out softly, already sounding half-asleep. You catch a glimpse of $j_them curled up on your bed, white curls stark against the dark sheets, before you step out. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"That's my bed you're talking about," you point out with mock offense.
$j_Their quiet laugh follows you as you close the door. "Yeah, yeah. Now go shower already."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>Ekissa raises an eyebrow at your comment. "You saying I'm a slob?"
You shake your head with a small chuckle, amused by $j_their defensive tone.
"Not a slob, per se. Just..." You wave a hand around the blank walls and bare surfaces. "I'm just... used to your usual creative chaos, I guess."
Ekissa considers this for a moment before shrugging. "Yeah, well, it's only temporary digs. Didn't see much point in getting too settled in, you know?"
There's a touch of something closed-off in $j_their expression that makes you wonder if there's more to it than just the temporary living situation here. You eye $j_them carefully as $j_they flops back on the bed, throwing an arm over $j_their eyes. You join $j_them soon after, lying on the bed next to $j_them.
"I can always liven it up a bit if the sterile vibe is bugging you," $j_they offers, a hint of playfulness returning to $j_their tone. "Leave a few brushes and paints out, splatter the walls with some vibrant colors..."
You laugh at the mental image. "Hmmm, maybe hold off for now."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.7">><</button>>Ekissa shoots you a dry look at your teasing comment.
"Oh ha ha, very funny." $j_they flops down on the neatly made bed with a dramatic sigh. "I'll have you know I'm fully capable of not living in a messy room when I put my mind to it."
You raise an eyebrow skeptically, taking in the complete lack of any personal effects or creative clutter. "Could've fooled me. This place is like a blank canvas."
Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, you poke $j_their side lightly. "No sketchbooks stuffed in every corner? No half-finished paintings propped against the walls? I'm almost disappointed in this uncharacteristic plain room."
Ekissa bats your hand away with a snort. "Yeah, well, it's only temporary digs. Didn't see much point in getting too settled in, you know?"
$j_Their expression closes off for a moment before $j_they forces a smirk. "But if the boring vibe is cramping your style, I can always start getting...creative."
You laugh at the wicked glint in $j_their eye, knowing that look all too well. "You know what? On second thought, maybe don't go too wild redecorating my guest room."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.7">><</button>>"What, you were expecting an explosion of paint and brushes everywhere?" $j_they asks dryly.
You shrug unapologetically. "I'm just used to your...creative chaos. This minimalist aesthetic is throwing me off."
Ekissa snorts, sinking down to sit on the edge of the neatly made bed.
"Sorry to disappoint. I guess I'm still in 'crashing at a friend's place temporarily' mode." $j_they runs a hand through $j_their tousled white dyed hair. "Didn't really feel the need to redecorate and ruin the room, you know?"
You take a seat next to $j_them on the bed as you tilt your head. "Ruin?"
$j_Their expression dims as $j_they nervously drums $j_their fingers against $j_their thighs. "Well, y'know..."
"Not really."
"I didn't wanna mess with this room, $namee was the one decorating it," $j_they finally says with a helpless shrug as $j_they lies next to you on the bed.
"Oh..." you nod slowly, smile fading. You're not sure if you want to continue this minefield so you only add. "Okay."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.7">><</button>>Ekissa looks around the plain guest room, then back at you with a wry smile. "What, you were expecting a full-blown artistic hurricane to have blown through here?"
You shrug, taking in the painfully tidy space. "I don't know, maybe a few splatters of paint on the walls? A half-finished sculpture made of twisted coat hangers in the corner?"
A quiet chuckle escapes Ekissa as $j_they moves further into the room, running a hand along the pristine dresser top. "Sorry to disappoint, but I figured I'd try to keep the creative chaos somewhat contained this time around."
$j_Their eyes flit to yours, a touch of hesitance coloring $j_their expression. "This is just a temporary thing, you know? Didn't really see the point of getting too...settled."
You nod slowly. Of course $j_they won't stay forever, $j_they's here for you in the first place, like the good friend $j_they is. It was temporary since the beginning. But.. you got too used to $j_their presence in your home and you don't know if you're ready to see $j_them go back to $j_their own apartment.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.7">><</button>>Minutes later, you're still relaxing on the bed, lying side by side and both of you staring at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.
"What Juliet did earlier..." Ekissa breaks the silence, trailing off a beat before turning $j_their head to observe your profile. "...I knew she was a bitch, but I didn't know she was a violent bitch."
"Ekissa..." you sigh.
"No no," $j_they stops you with a shake of $j_their head. "I know I can be harsh sometimes but you don't know how much I controlled myself today not to jump on her and relate to what she did to you. This was a shitty move, even for her."
"Violence won't–"
"–resolve anything," $j_they finishes for you with a snort. "Yeah, tell her that, not me. No one touches my bestie."
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*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I was—still am—pissed off too, but I'm okay now so let's drop it, yeah?" you murmur with a smile as you reach for his hand and squeeze it.|Chap1C84.8]]<<else>>[["I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I was—still am—pissed off too, but I'm okay now so let's drop it, yeah?" you murmur with a smile as you reach for her hand and squeeze it.|Chap1C84.8]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["You wanted to be my knight in shining armor?" you smirk. |Chap1C84.9]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You give a bashful smile, feeling your face grow hot. "Thanks for... well, y'know, always being here for me."|Chap1C84.10]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["I mean, I don't know you, but I don't wanna end up in jail," you nudge Ekissa with a laugh.|Chap1C84.11]]
*[[You shrug. "What is done is done, gotta suck it up and live with it."|Chap1C84.12]]
*[[You smile at your best friend. "Thanks, Ekissa."|Chap1C84.13]]<<set $JL to $JL + 1>>$j_They doesn't hesitate to squeeze back gently, $j_their thumb stroking your skin. But $j_their brow remains furrowed in a deep scowl as $j_they thinks back to the confrontation with Juliet. "I know you want to move past it, but that doesn't make what she did okay. This is fucked up."
Reaching out, you brush a stray lock of white hair from $j_their eyes, your thumb lightly grazing $j_their cheekbone. "Well, then it's a good thing I have you to be pissed off on my behalf, isn't it?"
The unexpected gesture seems to take Ekissa by surprise, but $j_they leans ever so slightly into your touch.
"Always," $j_they murmurs, holding your gaze steadily. "You don't ever have to face that kind of ugliness alone, $name. Not while I'm around."
"Thank you," you whisper, meaning it with every fiber of your being. "For always having my back."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.14">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes dramatically at your teasing comment, but you can see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of $j_their mouth.
"Don't flatter yourself," $j_they scoffs, trying and failing to maintain $j_their scowl. "I just don't appreciate people messing with what's mine."
That makes your eyebrows shoot up in surprise before you school your features back by raising an eyebrow challengingly. "Oh, so I'm yours now, am I?"
"You know it." $j_They doesn't miss a beat as $j_they props $j_themself up on one elbow to better face you. "Been my bestie since we were little hellions. I've got dibs."
Your smirk widens as you give $j_their arm a light shove. "Such a possessive jerk. Maybe I want to put myself up for grabs, did you ever consider that?"
"Over my dead body. I'd fight off any suitors, you know I would." $j_They mimes throwing a few punches in the air, putting on an exaggerated tough act. "Anybody tries to take my best friend away, they're gonna catch these hands."
Shaking your head fondly, you didn't mean your little flirt to turn–... You pause. Were you trying to actually flirt with your best friend..? You shake your head. You didn't mean this <i>thing</i> to turn into a back-and-forth in the first place but you'll take it anyway even if it didn't quite land how you wanted.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C84.14">><</button>>After $namel and $namet left, Athiel didn't wait to make $a_themself comfortable on the couch in the living room while you and Ekissa wash the dish. Athiel didn't say much since you made it clear $a_they and Ekissa had to make efforts and make the temporary arrangement work.
$a_They's either giving you the silent treatment or just preferring to shut it and just relax tonight. You suppose it's a bit of both.
"Look at $a_them, doing nothing as usual," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, eyes fixed on the blondie lounging in clear view from the kitchen island from where you two are washing the dish.
"$a_They cleared the table," you point out, shrugging while drying the plate $j_they passed you with a cloth when Ekissa gives you a look. "I'm just saying."
"Right," $j_they grunts, reluctantly dropping the topic.
As you finish with the last plate, you put it away in the drawer behind you and join $j_them back at the sink. You both stare ahead; the view of the living room from the kitchen isn’t particularly interesting, but the $a_man focused on $a_their movie is.
Blondie seems to be the only thing capturing Ekissa's attention. Not in a good way, though. Your best friend is burning holes in the poor guy with $j_their glare, and you have to nudge $j_them to get $j_them to stop, earning a scrunch of $j_their nose in response.
"I'll be upstairs," Ekissa mutters, nudging you back with a forced smile before heading off.
You watch $j_their retreating back, taking a deep breath once $j_they's gone. Glancing at Athiel, your eyes dart away, then back at $a_them. You hesitate. You doubt Athiel will welcome you with open arms if you decide to join $a_them but... You won't know if you don't try.
Ever so slowly, you close the distance between you two, approaching carefully as if dealing with a skittish animal. Once standing next to the couch, $a_they doesn't acknowledge your presence, stubbornly watching $a_their movie. You have to clear your throat once... twice...
"Do you need permission to sit or something?" $a_they finally scoffs, not sparing you a single glance.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>You take a seat on the other side of the couch. "I don't..."<<else>>"Just thought you'd chase me away," you cock a brow but sit on the other side of the couch anyway.<</if>>
Your arm on the armrest, your fingers drum against it unconsciously as you watch the thriller movie with $a_them. Not the best movie you've ever seen, but it's better than the silence, you guess.
"I would've done better," Athiel mutters under $a_their breath, shaking $a_their head in obvious disappointment. $a_Their ocean blue eyes narrow at the screen as $a_they critiques the scene. "He could've, I don't know, stabbed the stomach or something to prevent it from floating. Like, isn't that just basic knowledge? What was he thinking? Everyone knows bodies float because of the gas buildup and all that stuff. Getting caught like some clueless rookie, amateur."
Not reassuring.
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*[["Not everyone is a smartass like you," you comment with an eyeroll.|Chap1C85.1]]
*[[You turn your head to blink at Athiel. "Are you always this creepy?"|Chap1C85.2]]
*[[You snort. "Right?"|Chap1C85.3]]
*[[You shrug. "Or tie the body with chains."|Chap1C85.4]]
*[[You chuckle. "Remind me not to piss you off."|Chap1C85.5]]
*[["Riiiight," you nod slowly. "Should I be scared, Athiel?"|Chap1C85.6]]"Don't project your intellectual shortcomings–or stupidity if it's easier for you to understand–onto me," Athiel drawls without missing a beat, eyes still fixated on the screen. "Some of us are simply born with superior intellect and observational skills. Something you don't have, I'm sure."
$a_Their lips quirk up in that infuriatingly smug little smirk of $a_theirs as $a_they finally deigns to glance your way. "But I suppose I can't fault you too harshly for your...limitations."
"Are you calling me dumb?" you narrow your eyes at $a_them.
"Wow, maybe you're smarter than I thought," $a_they says lightly, focusing back on the screen.
You scoff and shake your head. You won't give $a_them what $a_they wants.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.7">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel freezes as your lips close around the spoon, eyes going comically wide. The cool creaminess hits your tongue, instantly refreshing you as it melts quickly into a sweet flavor. $a_They stays still even when you lean away. The spoon still hovering in the air, $a_their eyes still on the spoon, lips still parted.
You think you broke $a_them, $a_their brain seems to have short-circuited and you're not sure if it's a good or bad thing.
$a_Their throat works visibly as $a_they swallows hard. $a_Their face slowly flushes bright red, starting from $a_their neck, then the tips of $a_their ears to finally spread on $a_their cheeks. "Don't...don't thank me. It's just ice cream."
You tilt your head, studying $a_them, making $a_them fidget under your gaze. Now that's an interesting view right before your eyes.
"You're right," you agree, trying to soothe $a_their agitated, embarrassed state. "It's just ice cream."
"Exactly."
"Hm-mmh," you nod slowly.
"S-Stop making this weird." $a_they stammers. "Just shut up and watch the damn movie already."
You raise your hands in surrender with a small smile as you focus back on the television, giving $a_them the space and time $a_they needs right now.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.13">><</button>>Athiel rolls $a_their eyes dramatically at your puzzled look as $a_they scolds, tone dripping with condescension. "Don't be a brat, just take the damn spoonful already."
You narrow your eyes, searching for something but ultimately, you just shrug and lean forward to accept the bite. The cool creaminess hits your tongue, instantly refreshing you as it melts quickly into a sweet flavor.
As you pull back, Athiel is already turning away with an exaggerated huff. "There, happy now? Spared you the trouble of feeding yourself for once."
You shake your head wryly, too used to $a_their snarks to take offense. Settling back against the couch, you simply offer a "Thanks" in response.
Athiel shoots you an unimpressed look from the corner of $a_their eye. "Don't thank me. Just be grateful I'm feeling generous enough to share at all today."
You drawl. "Thanks, o great Athiel."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.13">><</button>>Athiel's expression sours, lips pursing into a petulant frown. "Excuse me? You're rejecting my generous offer?"
You can't help but quirk an amused eyebrow at $a_their dramatics. "I just don't want any ice cream right now, Athiel. No need to be so dramatic about it."
"Dramatic?" $a_they sputters, looking utterly offended. "I'm not being dramatic. I'm trying to be nice here for once."
You snort. "By insulting me while you offer? Yeah, real nice of you."
That makes Athiel narrow $a_their eyes. "This is me being generous, whether you appreciate it or not."
"Okay then," you throw $a_them another smile. "You've been 'generous', thank you for proposing. Can we move on now?"
"You're insufferable," $a_their eye twitches before $a_they looks back at the television with a huff. "Here I am, trying to be nice for once, and you have to go and ruin it."
"I'm sure you'll survive," you chuckle with a shake of your head.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.13">><</button>>A beat.
"And..." you hear $a_them trail off, drawing your attention back to where $a_they's lounging against the couch, absently twirling a strand of $a_their mid-length hair around $a_their finger.
$a_Their ocean blue eyes don't meet yours, too busy looking down at $a_their hand on $a_their lap. The spoon from earlier rests forgotten on the coffee table beside the ice cream tub. $a_Their fingers dance together nervously, intertwining and separating in an endless loop.
The realization dawns on you. $a_They's nervous. Though you can't figure out <i>why</i>. So you wait patiently for $a_them to continue.
"About..." $a_they repeats slowly. "... the muffin..."
You give $a_them a confused look. Of all things, you weren't expecting something so... ordinary. There has to be more to this, right?
"... did you eat it?" $a_they finally asks.
You're caught off guard by the glimpse of vulnerability $a_they shows you, rubbing the palm of your hands up and down your thighs. You forgot the muffin.
"I... didn't have time to eat it," you answer truthfully. "I'll probably eat it later."
<<if $eatafterdeath == "no">>$a_They shuts $a_their eyes closed, a quiet huff escaping $a_their nose. "Later when?"
"What?" you frown.
"Later when?" $a_they repeats. "When you're starving enough to eat more than a grain of rice? Or when we have to rush you to the hospital? Do we need to force-feed you before you waste away?"
Discomfort crawls up your spine. This conversation's taking a turn you didn't want. Why does $a_they has to bring this now? You didn't want these questions, didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to face it. Your shoulders tense, frown deepening and heart sinking as you brace for the lecture.
"I won't starve," you say, tone defensive. "I'm just... not hungry, that's all."
"The others shut their mouths about it because they're scared you'll break, you're some kind of fragile vase no one wanna even <i>touch</i> to not even crack it. But I won't," $a_they answers firmly, meeting your gaze. "I won't let you starve to death and hurt yourself."
"It's not your business what I do or not," you say through gritted teeth, clenching your jaw. "So let's just drop-"
"Or maybe you didn't like it?"
You pause. "What?"<<elseif $eatafterdeath == "meh">>$a_They shuts $a_their eyes closed, a quiet huff escaping $a_their nose. "Later when?"
"What?" you frown.
"Later when?" $a_they repeats. "When you're starving enough to eat something more than two or three bites of food? You don't even eat for yourself, you eat because you don't want people to worry. But three bites of food won't fill your stomach, $name."
Discomfort crawls up your spine. This conversation's taking a turn you didn't want. Why does $a_they has to bring this now? You didn't want these questions, didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to accept it. It's not like you let yourself starve to death, you eat. It's not much but you <i>eat</i>. Your shoulders tense, frown deepening and heart sinking as you brace for the lecture.
"I won't starve," you say, tone defensive. "I'm just... not always hungry, that's all."
"And each time I see you eat, coincidentally you're not feeling like eating much?" $a_they scoffs. "The others shut their mouths about it because they're scared you'll break, you're some kind of fragile vase no one wanna even <i>touch</i> to not even crack it. But I won't," $a_they answers firmly, meeting your gaze. "I won't let you starve to death and hurting yourself."
"It's not your business what I do or not," you say through gritted teeth, clenching your jaw. "So let's just drop–"
"Or maybe you didn't like it?"
You pause. "What?"<<else>>"You didn't like it?" $a_they asks, running hand through $a_their hair.
"Didn't like what?"<</if>>
$a_They lets out a hollow laugh. "I don't know, maybe you hated that an asshole like me offered you something, or didn't like how I gave you the muffin, or thought I wasn't being genuine so you tossed it somewhere, or maybe–"
$a_They's growing more and more agitated and you have a feeling this isn't just about the muffin or whether you ate it or not.
"Athiel," you cut in gently, worry creasing your brow. "What's really going on here?"
$a_They closes $a_their mouth, $a_their fists now clenching and unclenching in $a_their lap.
"I just..." $a_they starts, a nervous laugh echoing off the walls. "My..." $a_they runs blunt nails through $a_their hair, Adam’s apple bobbing as $a_they swallows. "My mother crossed a line, and I stood there, doing nothing. She slapped you, and I just... stood there."
$a_They shakes $a_their head, a mocking smile on $a_their lips, but you suspect this smile isn't directed at you this time.
"My own mother, and I just... froze." $a_their voice cracks. "She's... She's not usually violent, this isn't like her. But seeing her treat you that way...
"Look, I know I give you endless shit, and we're always at each other's throats. But...you didn't deserve that, okay? My mom had no right to lay a hand on you like that. Believe it or not, I actually do have some semblance of a moral code buried under all this sparkling charm."
Taking a deep breath, $a_their shoulders slowly start to relax as $a_they risks a glance at you. "So... I guess what I'm trying to say is, first, I'm not her, and second... are you okay?"
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*[[Your heart flutters as you smile sheepishly and look away. "I'm... I'm okay, thanks for, uh, thinking of me, Athiel."|Chap1C85.14]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You reach out to take Athiel's hand and give a gentle squeeze as you murmur. "Better now, thanks to you."|Chap1C85.15]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You nudge Athiel with a friendly smile. "I'm good, don't worry about it."|Chap1C85.16]]
*[["I didn't..." you roll your lips together, both grateful and somewhat amused by the change of demeanor. "I didn't know you felt this way."|Chap1C85.17]]
*[[You nod. "I can't say I'm perfectly fine after what she did but I'll manage."|Chap1C85.18]]
*[["As fine as I can be," you shrug. "But I do know you're not her, don't worry about it."|Chap1C85.19]]<<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel nods jerkily, seeming almost surprised by $a_their own unusual display of concern. $a_They clears $a_their throat, the faintest hint of pink coloring $a_their cheeks as $a_they averts $a_their gaze.
"Right, well...good. That's...yeah." $a_They trails off awkwardly. $a_Their chin lifts fractionally as the familiar mask of arrogance slips back into place. "Don't go getting the wrong idea. I-I'm not suddenly going soft on you or anything. I just...I have standards, you know? Even for dealing with insufferable pains in my ass like you."
"Yeah," you nod, clearing your throat. "I just.. you don't have to apologize for what your mother did..."
"I want to. That and because I shouldn't have froz-"
"You don't <i>have</i> to," you insist, your hand reaching out to briefly squeeze $a_their hand before pulling away. "But you did, so thanks, Athiel."
"You're welcome," $a_they mumbles, voice barely audible.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.20">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel's shoulders visibly relax as you give $a_their hand a gentle squeeze, the faintest hint of pink coloring $a_their cheeks as $a_they averts $a_their gaze.
"I'm glad you're okay," $a_they says, the sincerity in $a_their voice making your heart skip a beat. "I know we're not the best of friends, hell, we're not even friends but... But you didn't deserve that. And I'm sorry I couldn't stop it."
Offering $a_them a warm smile, you give $a_their hand another squeeze. "I appreciate it, Athiel. Really."
"Right..." $a_they nods jerkily, seeming almost surprised by $a_their own unusual display of concern before $a_they pulls away $a_their hand with a clear of $a_their throat. "Don't get used to it. I'm still an asshole."
"Hmm, maybe not as much as you think," you muse.
"Shut up," Athiel grouses, the flush on $a_their cheeks deepening. "Just don't go spreading that around. I've got a reputation."
You chuckle. "Your secret's safe with me, Athiel."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.20">><</button>>Athiel's shoulders visibly relax at your reassurance, some of the tension disappearing from $a_their body.
"Good, that's...good," $a_they murmurs. Clearing $a_their throat, $a_they adds, "I mean, not that I care... much."
You huff a laugh, shaking your head as you murmur. "It's not your fault, Athiel. I know you didn't mean for that to happen."
$a_They lets out a humorless chuckle, running a hand through $a_their hair. "Yeah, well...still doesn't make it right. My mom crossed a line, and I just froze up like a damn coward."
"Hey, c'mon," you interject gently, nudging $a_their arm again. "You're not a coward, Athiel. Sometimes it just takes us by surprise, that's all. The important thing is you care."
Athiel scoffs, though the sound lacks its usual bite. "Pff, who said I care? I'm just...I don't know, annoyed that my own mother would be dumb enough to hit people."
"If you say so," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.20">><</button>>Athiel lets out a frustrated huff, running a hand through $a_their hair. "Yeah, well, it's not exactly something I go around announcing, is it? I'm supposed to be the big bad tough guy, remember? I'm not this– this..."
"Nice?"
"Weak," $a_they gives you a pointed look, but there's still this vulnerability in $a_their gaze. "I don't exactly make a habit of...showing this side of myself. Too many emotions and all that. So don't get too comfortable, it doesn't mean we’re gonna be best friends or whatever."
You shake your head fondly. "Your secret's safe with me, Athiel."
That earns you a begrudging snort of amusement. "Yeah, yeah, just remember this side you're seeing right now will be the first and last time."
"We'll see about that."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.20">><</button>>"But you shouldn't have to 'manage' at all," $a_they insists, a hint of frustration creeping into $a_their tone. "My mother had no right to lay a hand on you, especially not when I was right here."
"And I said I'll manage, Athiel," you arch a brow at $a_them. "Do I look like I'm lying?"
Athiel scratches $a_their neck with narrowed eyes. "Maybe?"
<<if $liar == "bad">>"I don't know how to lie, or did you forget already how bad I am at lying?" you point out. "If I was, you would've seen it."<<else>>"Alright, I could lie right now, but I'm not," you tell $a_them, lifting your brows as you repeat. "I'm not."<</if>>
$a_They gives you a pointed look before rolling $a_their eyes. "Alright."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.20">><</button>>"No, you don't get it," $a_they says, a hint of frustration coloring $a_their tone. "Just because I'm not the one who laid a hand on you doesn't make this okay. My own mother disrespected you, and I didn't do a damn thing to stop it."
"Athiel."
$a_They lets out a weary sigh, running a hand through $a_their hair. "I know we're always at each other's throats, but that doesn't mean I want to see you hurt, especially not by my own family. You didn't deserve that, and I should've stepped in instead of just...freezing up."
"Athiel," you repeat.
"I should've-"
"<i>Athiel</i>," you cut $a_them off as $a_they finally stops rambling. "Look, what she did was shitty but I'm not about to argue for hours about it. Not now. I appreciate it, though."
$a_They lets out a sigh before acquiescing reluctantly. "Alright."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.20">><</button>>"I'm not creepy, I'm just pragmatic," Athiel retorts without missing a beat, $a_their eyes still fixed on the screen. "If you're going to commit a crime, might as well do it properly."
$a_They shoots you a sidelong glance then, one eyebrow raised in amusement at your bemused expression. "What? Don't look at me like that. You could learn a thing or two if you'd actually take the time to watch interesting stuff."
$a_Their tone drips with sarcasm. Clearly, $a_they's getting some twisted enjoyment out of making morbid commentary.
"Maybe I'll pass on the murder lessons, thanks," you retort dryly.
"Suit yourself," $a_they shrugs, not caring one bit.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.7">><</button>>Stretching your arms above your head with a yawn, you mumble. "Anyway... I should take a shower before I fall asleep here."
"Finally leaving?" Athiel says, $a_their voice—though trying to be as arrogant as usual—is lighter than usual.
Getting up from the couch, you lower your arms back to your side, looking over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "Please, don't look so disappointed."
"Oh don't worry, I'm not," $a_they drawls, placing $a_their arms behind $a_their head with a shrug. "I'm sure I'll survive.
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*[["Don't wanna sleep with me?" you propose with a smirk. "I'll make sure you don't feel bored."|Chap1C85.21]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["I could..." you hesitate, cheeks warm. "...stay with you for a bit longer?"|Chap1C85.22]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You smile warmly at Athiel, hesitating to leave now. "Surprisingly... I had a good time with you, Athiel."|Chap1C85.23]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You roll your eyes. "I almost miss your soft side."|Chap1C85.24]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You roll your eyes. "I almost miss your soft side."|Chap1C85.25]]
*[[You chuckle. "You sure? I could stay with you for a bit longer and take your hand if you feel alone."|Chap1C85.26]]
*[["I have no doubt," you smile.|Chap1C85.27]]<<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel's eyes widen slightly at your brazen proposition, $a_their cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. $a_They clears $a_their throat, shifting $a_their weight almost nervously. "I, uh..."
$a_Their gaze darts away, lips pressing into a thin line. After a moment, $a_they meets your eyes again. "I mean, that's– you– this isn't–"
"Mh?" you tilt your head with an innocent smile. "What is it?"
"You– That's not– Of course not!" $a_they sputters with so much force, you worry $a_they'll combust if $a_they keeps blushing like this. "I have to finish my movie, and I don't want to share a room with you, obviously."
"You're sure?" you chuckle.
"I...I don't..." $a_they stammers as $a_they tries so hard to appear nonchalant. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not nearly as irresistible as you think."
With that, $a_they storms off, leaving you chuckling in amusement at $a_their adorably flustered reaction. Looks like the great Athiel is just as susceptible to your charms as any other $a_man.
"And you said you wanted to finish your movie, huh?" you murmur to yourself, grabbing the remote to turn off the television.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel's cocky expression falters for just a moment as your words register. A light pink dusting blooms across $a_their cheeks as $a_they sputters. "W-What? Don't be ridiculous. Why would I want you hanging around any longer?"
Despite $a_their arrogant words, $a_their eyes keep flickering back to you. You wince, chancing a glance back to $a_them. "I just... enjoy your company?"
"That's a question or an affirmation?" $a_they scoffs, using banters to deflect.
"I-"
"I'm tired anyway," $a_they cuts you off fast, getting up from the couch and walking past you in a hurry. "I... I-I need my beauty sleep and all that."
$a_They's trying to run away, and you should probably let $a_them go. That's what your brain tells you, but it seems that your body disagrees when you catch $a_their arm before $a_they can flee. "Athiel, wait..."
$a_They tenses under your touch, but doesn't pull away immediately, not meeting your eyes. "What?"
You chew your inner cheek before letting $a_them go. "Ah- nothing... Good night."
"Good night..."
With that, $a_they storms off, leaving you fall your face in your hands with a groan. That was embarrassing but so worth it to see $a_their adorably flustered reaction.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel's cocky expression falters for just a moment as your words register. $a_They blinks slowly, once, twice...
"You... did?" $a_they asks, almost hesitant. $a_Their ocean eyes are narrowed, searching for the lie as if $a_they can't quite believe you're being serious right now.
You nod, holding $a_their gaze, your eyes crinkling on the corners. "I really did."
A light pink dusting blooms across $a_their cheeks as $a_they avoids your gaze.
"Well, I suppose I am rather charming when I want to be," $a_they says with an exaggerated hair flip. "It's not surprising you were captivated."
You laugh, shaking your head at $a_their attempted bravado. "There's the Athiel I know. I was wondering if I had lost you for a moment there."
"Watch it," $a_they huffs, but you can see the corners of $a_their lips twitching upwards. "You're gonna stand there all night or what?"
"I'll leave you be for today," you smile, waving at $a_them as you head off. "Good night, Athiel."
"Good night..."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel immediately bristles, brows knitting together. "Excuse me? I don't have a 'soft side', thank you very much."
$a_They drops $a_their arms from behind $a_their head, sitting up straighter as $a_they puffs out $a_their chest. "I'm Athiel Winter, all arrogance and sharp edges, remember? No softness to be found here."
"Sure, Athiel. Whatever you say." you raise an eyebrow. "Just don't go getting all prickly on me again now that I've seen the real you."
"The 'real me'?" Athiel sputters with a bright, adorable blush. $a_They opens and closes $a_their mouth a few times before finally continuing. "You don't know what you're talking about. This?" $a_They waves a dismissive hand. "This is the real, one-hundred percent authentic Athiel experience."
"Which part?" you snort, crossing your arms against your chest. "The defensive bluster or the embarrassed stammering?"
"I do <i>not</i> stammer!" Athiel retorts hotly, cheeks crimson.
"Okay, Athiel," you turn, starting for the bedroom once more. "Maybe you'll show me that 'soft side' again sometime soon. Good night."
A loud huff echoes in the living room as response.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>Athiel immediately bristles, brows knitting together. "Excuse me? I don't have a 'soft side', thank you very much."
$a_They drops $a_their arms from behind $a_their head, sitting up straighter as $a_they puffs out $a_their chest. "I'm Athiel Winter, all arrogance and sharp edges, remember? No room for softness here"
"Whatever you say." you turn to go, tossing a teasing grin over your shoulder. "Try not to pine too much while I'm gone."
"As if," Athiel retorts.
"Good night."
"Get outta here," $a_they huffs but there's no heat behind $a_their words anymore.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>Athiel immediately bristles, the very picture of indignant offense.
"<i>Excuse me</i>? Hold my hand?" $a_They scoffs loudly, rolling $a_their eyes dramatically. "What do you think I am, a kid? The great Athiel Winter doesn't need anyone to hold $a_their hand. I'm perfectly content on my own, thank you very much."
You simply arch an amused brow, letting $a_their protests wash over you. "Well, if you're sure. I just thought maybe you'd appreciate the company a little longer."
"Company?" Athiel parrots with a derisive snort. "From you? I'll pass."
"Suit yourself," you reply, a hint of amusement in your tone as you turn to go. "Just don't go getting too lonely without me, alright?"
"Get outta here already," $a_they huffs.
"Good night, Athiel."
"Whatever."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>Athiel huffs. "Well, good. I'm glad we're on the same page for once."
You chuckle, shaking your head as you turn to head upstairs once more. "Whatever you say, Athy."
"Don't call me that," Athiel grumbles petulantly.
"Okay.... Athy."
"What did I just sa-"
"Good night," you sing-song.
"Just get outta here already."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>>You see the way $a_they straightens $a_their back, eyes lighting up at your agreement but the words coming out of $a_their mouth are the opposite of $a_their body language. "Don't agree with me if you don't want me to throw up from disgust."
Dramatic as always. "What do you want me to say? 'You're completely wrong, Athiel'?"
"Yeah," $a_they retorts before wrinkling $a_their nose. "No."
You lift your eyebrows. "Well, which is it then? You can't have both."
$a_They shoots you a withering sidelong glance. "Bold of you to assume I want anything from you at all."
You roll your eyes. "Oh, is that so? My mistake then. I'll just sit here quietly and let you critique the killer's technique in peace."
"Please, like you're even capable of being quiet for more than five minutes." $a_they scoffs.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.7">><</button>>You see the way $a_they straightens $a_their back, eyes lighting up at your agreement but it disappears rapidly when Athiel's eyes narrow slightly, regarding you with a mixture of disdain and grudging interest.
"Didn't take you for the morbidly creative type," $a_their lips curl into a mocking smile. "Though I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day."
You quirk an eyebrow. "Just calling it like I see it. But by all means, enlighten me with your clearly superior knowledge."
Athiel lets out a derisive snort. "As if I'd waste my breath. You wouldn't appreciate the finer points."
A waste of time to try to have a decent conversation with $a_them, clearly.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.7">><</button>>Athiel scoffs, shooting you a withering side-eye. $a_Their tone drips with disdain. "Please. Like I'd waste my time plotting against someone as painfully dull and boring as you."
"Hm, right," you shake your head in amusement, unfazed.
Leaning back against the couch cushions, you turn your attention back to the movie, feeling Athiel's burning stare. "You're barely a blip on my radar."
"Okay, Athiel," you answer, an amused smile still in place on your lips.
$a_They narrows $a_their eyes, snapping them back to the TV with a huff.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.7">><</button>>Athiel scoffs, shooting you a withering side-eye. $a_Their tone drips with disdain. "Scared? Please. As if I'd waste my time or energy on someone as boring as you."
$a_Their cutting words fly right above your head as your shoulders relax. Not that you thought $a_they'd really kill you. But $a_they could if $a_they wanted. The fact that $a_they knows so many ways to dispose of a body is enough for you to know $a_they wouldn't be a newbie at all. You won't tempt fate.
You snort softly, shaking your head. "Whatever you say, your highness. I'm just a lowly peasant, unworthy of your homicidal insights anyway."
$a_They narrows $a_their eyes, snapping them back to the TV with a huff.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.7">><</button>>You focus on the movie, not understanding much for having missed most parts of it. Your attention shifts to Athiel as $a_they reaches for the ice cream tub $a_they left on the coffee table to have a spoon of it.
You didn't even know you had ice cream, Ekissa must have gone grocery shopping this morning.
"Want some?"
You blink. Lo and behold, that $a_man actually offered you something without heavy sarcasm. This is so unnatural, you have to study $a_their features a moment in case $a_they decides to laugh at you and tell you to go buy you another one.
That only irritates $a_them as $a_they stabs the ice cream with $a_their spoon and roughly takes a bite of it. "Are you deaf now?"
"No," you answer, still gauging $a_their sincerity. "I'm just thinking."
"You? Thinking?" $a_they snorts derisively. "Care to explain why you need hours to decide if you wanna eat ice cream or not? What, worried I poisoned it?"
"You wouldn't eat it if it was," you point out.
"Says who?" $a_they retorts. "Maybe I'm poisoning myself so you can trust me, eat it and die. Lucky for you, I didn't."
"But you'll die too, then." you say. "It's not really smart–"
"Oh for fucksake," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue in frustration, offering $a_their spoon close to your mouth. "Open your mouth before I change my mind."
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*[[Your eyes widen, flicking down to the spoon then, up to Athiel as you sputter, flustered. "I-I don't need you to feed me!"|Chap1C85.8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your gaze falls on the spoon then on Athiel as a slow smile spreads on your lips. "My, my, feeding me already? Buy me a drink first."|Chap1C85.9]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You blink in surprise before smiling softly as your lips wrap around the spoon. "Thanks."|Chap1C85.10]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Uh, you wanna... feed me?" you give Athiel a puzzled look.|Chap1C85.11]]
*[["Ah no I'm good, thanks," you smile.|Chap1C85.12]]<<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel rolls $a_their eyes dramatically.
"Don't be such a baby. It's just a spoonful of ice cream." $a_they keeps the spoon hovering insistently near your lips. "What, you need me to make airplane noises too? Open up, $name."
You fight not to squirm under $a_their stare, the tips of your ears burning hot. This is embarrassing, and you're the only one thinking it's embarrassing, that makes it even more embarrassing...
"I'm not a child, Athiel," you mumble, proud of how steady you manage to keep your voice.
"Then stop acting like one and just take the damn bite," $a_they cocks a brow expectantly.
But when you stay frozen, $a_they shrugs and starts pulling away. That's when you finally open your mouth and wrap your lips around the spoon. The cool creaminess hits your tongue, instantly refreshing you as it melts quickly into a sweet flavor. You pull away, swallowing as your tongue darts out to catch a stray drop at the corner of your mouth.
You're about to look away and act like nothing happened, but then you realize it. $a_Their face slowly flushing bright red, starting from $a_their neck, then the tip of $a_their ears to finally spread on $a_their cheeks. That doesn't help your own blush at all.
"You... did it," $a_they breathes out, gaze not leaving the spoon still hovering in the air.
"You're the one who told me to," you sputter, embarrassed.
$a_They turns $a_their head, lowering $a_their hand as $a_they retorts. "I didn't know you'd actually do it."
"Now it's my fault?"
"O-Of course it's your fault!" $a_they stammers. "You could've... I don't know, laugh it off instead of eating it like that."
$a_They clears $a_their throat, fixing $a_their hair, and avoiding your gaze. You do the same, eyes stubbornly on the TV. This could be funny if it weren’t you in this position.
You both need at least ten minutes before your twin blushes disappear completely.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.13">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>And just like that, Athiel's arrogant and cocky bravado slip from $a_their features. $a_Their face slowly flushes bright red, starting from $a_their neck, then the tip of $a_their ears to finally spread on $a_their cheeks.
$a_They blinks rapidly, suddenly at a loss of words. Clearing $a_their throat, $a_they tries to regain $a_their composure as $a_they scoffs. "Don't flatter yourself."
But $a_their gaze stays glued to the spoon, desperately avoiding your stare. Leaning closer, you can't help but tease $a_them further. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue."
$a_They swallows hard, licking $a_their lips in an unconscious tell. "If you think I'm gonna buy you anything, you're sorely mistaken."
"Mmm, is that so?" you hum. "Because from where I'm sitting, it seems like you're eager to get something in my mouth." you wrap your lips around the spoon before $a_they has time to protest, the cool creaminess hitting your tongue, instantly refreshing you as it melts quickly into a sweet flavor. You pull away and murmur. "Delicious."
That makes $a_them suck in a breath sharply, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. You caught $a_them off guard in the most interesting way.
"You're delusional," $a_they sputters, flustered.
$a_They lowers $a_their hand and clears $a_their throat, fixing $a_their hair and avoiding your gaze. You do the same, eyes stubbornly on the TV. This is funny but you spare $a_them from further teasing for now.
$a_They needs at least ten minutes before $a_their blush disappears completely under your amused smile.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C85.13">><</button>>Stepping out of your bathroom, you sink slowly on the edge of your mattress with a long, heavy sigh. Another day with another problem. You wonder how many problems you'll have to pass through. How many problems you'll have to deal with before reaching past the limits.
Before, you could deal with them because you had $namee. But now, now you're alone, back to square one. Feeling utterly alone just like you felt before meeting $namee.
Passing a hand over your face, another sigh escapes you. You're not sure you can keep going without $namee but you <i>have</i> to. You didn't fight for yourself for years to give up now.
It's not what $namee would want. You know that, and yet you're still lost. Many hands hold out for you, but none are $namee's. None will ever be $e_theirs.
Your gaze falls on the album sitting on the shelf of the furniture that serves as your bookshelf, the one $namee built with you. Throwing the towel around your shoulders on the bed, you get up to close the distance and grab it.
Your hand squeeze tightly around the book before you take a shuddering breath and sit back on the edge of the bed. You open the album.
You suck in a sharp breath when $namee and you are the first thing you see. You close it shut. You're not ready. You can't do this.
Your eyes water as you hurry to put it back where it belongs and prepare to sleep with the feline already lying on your bed. You won't do this and look at those pictures of you two. You're not ready to accept. Not now.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C87">><</button>><b>03: 32
Celestial Healing Center - Doctor Emily Vastherki's office</b>
Emily empties her 6th glass of whisky in one go, the liquid not quite burning like the first one but still pretty much here. Her office is a mess, paperwork everywhere, analyses and reports that should be filed away neatly now scattered across the floor, victims of her earlier frustrated outburst.
It's getting very late, and she should've been home hours ago. Should've been tucking her daughter in with their nightly storytime ritual. Should've been curled up on the couch, watching her wife's favorite movie for the millionth time, mouthing the lines they both know by heart. Should've been wrapped in her wife's arms, safe in their bed.
But not tonight. She can't. Her mind is in too many places, too chaotic to bring that mess home. Thank god her wife didn't push when Emily claimed she was covering a colleague's shift. Even if both of them know something is wrong.
Emily has always been someone compassionate with a heart too big at times. Always helping when she can, helping when she <i>can't</i>.
Yes, she's not the kind to <i>show</i> it, her face often too stoic and neutral, but that's how she has to be during work. She doesn't want to show too many emotions, not at work. Because at the end of the day, the patients are just that <i>patients</i>. No more, no less. That's how it should be. Most of them, she'll never see again.
And yet, she can't help but think back to this certain person who lost their $e_boyfriend. $name was $m_their name. Emily felt guilty, she felt powerless. She couldn't do anything and that makes her feel useless.
Emily's wife tried to reassure her but Emily didn't want to hear anything. She messed up and she's so sorry. She should've done more for $name, she should've tried to make that mother let at least $name say $m_their goodbyes instead of just... refusing all contact. It was cruel from Juliet. But Emily didn't do anything, and she's sorry.
But "sorry" doesn't heal, and that only worsens her guilt.
Her gaze falls on her phone on the floor, the cracked screen. Worrying her lips between her teeth, she bends down to pick it up and pushes the middle button. It still works.
She takes a deep breath and does something she knows she shouldn't. Because once again, "sorry" changes nothing.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C88">><</button>><b>03:35
Macara Residence - Home</b>
Your phone ringing in your room wakes you up as you frown, blindly patting the place next to you on the mattress. After a few tentative moments, you finally find your phone and press it against your ear without opening your eyes.
"What...?"
The phone keeps ringing. Fantastic. With another groan, you crack one eye open to actually accept the call before pressing it back to your ear. "Whoever you are, you better have a good excuse for waking me up in the middle of the night."
<<if $morning == "grumpy">>You hate morning but people waking you up in the fucking middle of the night? You despise them. You feel like you're about to snap, this is the worst way to wake you up. The soft way doesn't work, so this way? This way is just asking for trouble.<<else>>You're usually a real sunshine in mornings but there's limits. You can have a decent conversation without being pissed off as soon as you wake up, you can smile genuinely first thing in the morning, you can get somewhat excited for little things in the morning. You're that annoying morning person who can actually function and smile before coffee. But this, this is torture.<</if>>
"<<if $gender == "person">>Mx.<<elseif $gender == "woman">>Mrs.<<else>>Mr.<</if>> $surname?" a feminine voice says in almost a whisper. "It's– It's Doctor Vastherki."
You flop onto your back, humming vaguely in response, her words still floating somewhere between your ears and your sleep-addled brain.
"I just wanted to say that I'm–" her voice cracks. "I–I'm... I'm so sorry... So sorry..."
The sound of sniffling and choked sobs finally penetrates your foggy mind, your eyes snapping fully open. "Wait wait... What's going on...?"
"I should've done more for you, I'm sorry..." Emily continues. "I messed up, I–... I messed up..."
You sigh, passing a hand over your face. "Are you drunk?"
"... yes."
"Then go to sleep, we both need it right now."
"$name... I'm–"
"–sorry. Yeah, caught that the first time," you mumble through a yawn, eyes already drifting shut. "Go to sleep, doc."
"But–... I... I should've done–"
You end the call and toss your phone somewhere on the bed. It's time to sleep and you'll do just that, sleep.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C89">><</button>><b>13:56
Macara Residence - Home</b>
Autumn is approaching quickly. You hope it comes faster because the heat is unbearable, especially when you're stuck playing plant parent to $namee's flowers under the scorching sun for what feels like forever.
One thing is sure, you won't miss the summer and you certainly won't miss the sweat dripping under your t-shirts every time you take two steps outside the house or the mosquitoes that infiltrate your house the second you open a window at night, or how sticky you feel, or how bad you smell when you don't even move that much.
Summer is good when you didn't lose someone and don't spend your days at home instead of swimming and playing at the beach.
But maybe you're complaining a bit too much. Just a tiny little bit.
As you drag the hose between patches of vibrant blooms, you spot hints of yellow creeping into the big oak's leaves, edges going all crispy. Yep, you can definitely feel autumn creeping in little by little to kick summer's ass to the curb.
A cooler breeze rustles through your sweat-dampened hair, and you close your eyes, savoring that brief moment of relief. You inhale deeply the earthy smell, finding yourself smiling at the scent. Shaking your head, you get back to watering.
That's what you thought you'd do until—
<b><i>[[BAM!|Chap1C90]]</i></b><<if $eatafterdeath == "You eat everything as if you've been starved for days">><<set $eatafterdeath to "yes">><<elseif $eatafterdeath == "You eat a bit just to not have Ekissa on your back">> <<set $eatafterdeath to "meh">><<elseif $eatafterdeath == "You don't eat anything">><<set $eatafterdeath to "no">><</if>>"Are you listening to me, $name?" Athiel asks, an edge of irritation in $a_their voice.
"Thank you!" you hear the man exclaim, but the blondie ignores him as $a_they grabs your arm, dragging you out of the store before letting go when you start following $a_them.
"Seriously, you need to get your head out of your ass."
"Why did you take me with you, Athiel?" you ask what you've been itching to ask since you stepped foot in the shopping center.
At your question, $a_their steps falter. Turning around to face you, $a_they scoffs. "What do you think?"
You run a hand through your hair, trying to puzzle it out. You have no idea. To carry $a_their stuff? Probably. Because $a_they pities you? That wouldn't surprise you. Because $a_they felt forced to try and make $a_their $e_brother's lover breathe some fresh air instead of staying locked in $m_their room all day? Maybe. Because $a_they felt like it? Possibly.
Athiel isn't as easy to read as $a_they thinks.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>You tilt your head and answer. "I don't know, that's why I asked."<<else>>"You know, when people ask that usually mean they don't know," you drawl, voice dripping with sarcasm.<</if>>
"Because you look like shit," $a_they says bluntly, waving vaguely in your direction as people walk by. "Look at you, you're pathetic. Searching for a job in your room every day and thinking the job is just gonna come by itself and knock at your door, spending your time holed up in your room and avoiding people, <<if $eatafterdeath =="no">>barely eating, <<else>><</if>><<if $grief == "crybroken">>crying for all and nothing when someone <i>dares</i> to mention $namee<<elseif $grief == "denieangry">>getting angry for all and nothing when someone <i>dares</i> to mention $namee<<elseif $grief == "numb" or $grief == "bottleupstoic">>looking like a fucking broken and empty shell<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>acting like you're okay when everyone see you're not<</if>>."
You bristle slightly at $a_their harsh words. You <i>did</i> find a job weeks ago, albeit only for a week to replace a waitress at a restaurant before she returned, and you had to leave. You didn't earn much, but it was better than nothing. You couldn't force the boss to keep you, now could you? And it's not your fault if no one called you back for the other jobs you'd applied for.
The thing is, Athiel is difficult to like, yes, but $a_they still helps you to pay the rent alongside Ekissa. $a_They's never brought up the fact that $a_they's the one covering the costs while you've been holed up in your room, doing who knows what.
$a_They's an arrogant $a_man, never missing an opportunity to remind you that it's thanks to $a_them that $a_their mother stopped calling you to leave your place, but $a_they never points out that you ate and slept in a bed thanks to $a_them and Ekissa. You'll give $a_them that.
But you won't idolize $a_them for it.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"I'm sorry for grieving," you answer with a scoff.<<else>>You frown at $a_them. "I'm grieving, Athiel. It's not like I take pleasure in acting or looking like this."<</if>>
Athiel frowns, face unreadable for a moment before $a_they snorts. "It's not because you're shutting out everyone that you'll get better, and it's especially not acting like this that $namee is gonna come back."
Your heart squeezes painfully as you clench your jaw. $a_They did not just say that, right?
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"$e_They was my $e_boyfriend dipshit." you sneer, "So yeah, I don't wanna see anyone after what happened."<<else>>"Then how do you want me to act, huh?" you let out a laugh, but there's no mirth behind it. "Should I go out with friends and show them how happy I am? $e_They was my $e_boyfriend, of course I don't want to see anyone and just need time for myself."<</if>>
"And $e_they's my $e_brother," $a_they spits the words with venom. "Don't you see you're being dramatic right now? It's not the end of the world if $e_they's not by your side anymore. Move on. It's been almost a month already, your self-pity isn't going to change anything."
Speechless, you stare blankly at Athiel. It's true that $a_they never liked $a_their $e_brother much, but $namee loved $a_them deeply. You had thought maybe that would have changed something after the accident. After the <i>death</i>.
But the way Athiel acts, the way $a_they speaks of $a_their $e_brother as if $namee's absence was not that heartbreaking. You don't know if $a_they's just trying to play dumb and deny $namee's loss, or if $a_they's simply being heartless.
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*[["What the fuck is wrong with you?" you snap.|Chap1C10]]
*[[You shake your head before forcing a smile. "Let's just drop it. Any other store you had in mind?"|Chap1C11]]
*[["A month isn't enough, okay?" your voice cracks as you look away. "I don't control my emotions so I'm sorry if it's too annoying for you."|Chap1C12]]
*[[You stay silent, shoving past Athiel to just... walk.|Chap1C13]]
*[[You keep staring at Athiel before cocking a brow. "You're done?"|Chap1C14]]A freezing explosion drenches your entire body as the water balloon caught you square in the back, the thin rubber shattering on impact and dousing you in an icy shock of chilly liquid. You gasp, your spine doing that involuntary 'holy shit that's cold' dance.
"What the–" you mutter, spinning around with a frown while shutting off the hose.
You freeze when you spot $namel, casually juggling a water balloon with that little smile of $l_theirs. "Hey there, $name."
"Did you seriously just balloon-bomb me?" you ask, still processing the audacity.
$l_They tips $l_their head, that infamous dimple making an appearance. "Me? I would never."
The sly smile playing at the corners of $l_their mouth suggests otherwise. You can't help but laugh, folding your arms across your chest as you eye this grown $l_man acting like a mischievous teenager. "Oh, yeah, I totally hallucinated that whole getting soaked thing."
$l_Their grin widens shamelessly. "Yeah, no idea what you're talking about, the heat's probably hitting you harder than I thought."
"That explains the water balloon you're tossing around?" you arch an eyebrow, nodding at the evidence literally in $l_their hand.
$namel follows your gaze down to the semi-deflated water balloon still bouncing idly in $l_their palm. $l_Their dimple deepens as an unrepentant chuckle rumble from $l_their chest. "What, this? Nah, that's just...uh, my new stress ball. Very therapeutic, you know."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You blink at $l_them flatly. "Your stress ball just happens to be a water balloon?"<<else>>You tilt your head. "Oh, I see, and your stress ball just happens to be a water balloon?"<</if>>
"You'd be surprised," $l_they says with an easy shrug. "Very avant-garde zen practice these days."
"Riiiight, of course. My bad for doubting–"
<b><i>[[SPLASH!|Chap1C91]]</i></b>Another balloon catches you square in the face. You sputter, hands flying up as water cascades down your face, neck, and thoroughly soaks your white shirt.
"You didn't do this," you mutter.
$l_Their laugh is muffled by $l_their hand as you narrow your eyes at $l_them in mock-offense.
"Oh, I absolutely didn't do that," $l_they says, eyes dancing with mischief despite $l_their attempt at an innocent expression. "Must have been a...rogue stress ball malfunction or something."
You blink the water from your eyes, your now see-through shirt clinging distractingly to your skin as you glare at the shameless $l_man. "Oh, so that's how you want to play it?"
$namel can barely contain $l_their laughter, shoulders shaking with mirth. "Hey, you're the one who kept doubting my very legitimate stress relief methods."
"Uh-huh, and I'm sure assaulting me with water projectiles has absolutely nothing to do with you being a gigantic child," you deadpan.
$l_Their gaze dips briefly to your damp shirt before dragging back up, that ever-present dimple taunting you. "Of course not. I'm a mature, respectable business$l_man just trying out some new age relaxation techniques."
You snort. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
"I don't know, you tell me. Maybe you need to loosen up–"
"What's going on here?" Ekissa's grumpy voice cuts in as $j_they approaches with Athiel and $namet in tow.
<<if $AL >= 3>>Your gaze meets Athiel, the $a_man narrowing $a_their eyes at $namel then at you. Whatever $a_they sees, $a_they doesn't like it. $a_They storms back to the house and you have to swallow the pang of guilt. You didn't do anything but the feeling is still very much here.
"Who pissed off the brat now?" $namel asks with a raised brow as $l_they fixes $l_their hair.
That earns a snort from Ekissa as $namet glances behind $t_them before focusing back on you and $t_their $l_dad. "Probably gone to grab something to cover $name."
You frown, following $namet nod to your direction. Ah, a white and soaked shirt. Right.
"We don't see much, though," $namel sighs dramatically. "And why <i>Athiel</i> would decide to be considerate toda–"
"Here," Athiel comes back, shoving a jacket in your face. "Nobody wanna see you naked."
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*[["I'm not naked," you sputter, flustered as you wrap the jacket around you.|Chap1C91A1]]
*[["I'm not so sure about that," you smirk at Athiel. "But what I'm sure is that you'd be plenty happy if I was."|Chap1C91A2]]
*[[You take the jacket with a smile. "Thanks, Athiel."|Chap1C91A3]]
*[[You roll your eyes. "I'm not naked, stop being so dramatic."|Chap1C91A4]]
*[[You nod in acknowledgement. "Right, thanks."|Chap1C91A5]]
*[["Geez, prudish much?" you huff a laugh.|Chap1C91A6]]
<<elseif $LL >= 3>>$namel swoops to your side like a shield, positioning $l_themself strategically in front of you <<if $height == "very tall">>despite you towering over $l_them in an amusing attempt to cover you completely<<elseif $height == "tall">>even though you've got a slight height advantage on $l_them as $l_they tries to cover you entirely<<elseif $height == "average">>$l_their height working perfectly as a human privacy screen<<elseif $height == "short" or $height == "very short">>$l_their tall frame easily concealing your entire form<</if>>. $l_They flashes that million-dollar smile at Ekissa. "Just enjoying the sun."
Tilting your head to see Ekissa, the artist narrows $j_their eyes at $namel. "Why are you hiding $name?"
"Why not?" $namel shoots back easily. "$m_Theyre the one standing behind me, can't get enough of me, you see."
Your best friend frowns, approaching but it's $namet who stops $j_them by grabbing $j_their wrist. "They wear a white shirt."
"And?"
"And my $l_father here decided to be a kid and throw them a water balloon," $namet supplies.
"Okay, and?"
"Are you playing dumb?" $namel throws a puzzled look at Ekissa. "A white shirt, a wet white shirt is the free tickets to see $name's hot bod."
"It's only now you realize $j_they's dumb?" Athiel drawls.
"Who do you think you're calling dumb, old $l_man?" Ekissa scowls at $namel.
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*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You blink at Leon's back, the tip of your ears red at his comment. "A-Anyway, I should go change."|Chap1C91L1]]<<else>>[[You blink at Luna's back, the tip of your ears red at her comment. "A-Anyway, I should go change."|Chap1C91L1]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Hot bod, huh?" you murmur to Leon's ear only.|Chap1C91L2]]<<else>>[["Hot bod, huh?" you murmur to Luna's ear only.|Chap1C91L2]]<</if>>
*[[You can't help but smile. "How about I go change and we stop arguing?"|Chap1C91L3]]
*[[You snort. "Are you seriously arguing about this?"|Chap1C91L4]]
*[["I'll go change," you state.|Chap1C91L5]]
<<elseif $TL >= 3>>$namet closes the distance between you two, draping $t_their jacket around your shoulders from the front to hide the skin peeking out from your soaked see-through fabric. "You'll catch a cold."
Riiight, a cold in summer. You look at $t_them dubiously but nod in thanks while $namel grins at Ekissa. "We were playing hide-and-seek."
"You're what, ten?" Ekissa scrunches $j_their nose.
$namel gasps in outrage. "I know I look young but not this much, thank you very much."
"You wish," Athiel snorts derisively.
But you don't listen to them, still eyeing the $t_man next to you.
"You should go change," $t_they tells you, gaze on the others. "Want me to come with you?"
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*[["What?" your eyes widen, blush creeping up your neck.|Chap1C91T1]]
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Oooh, I see how it is," you murmur for Travis' ears only. "Already want to get me alone?"|Chap1C91T2]]<<else>>[["Oooh, I see how it is," you murmur for Tracee's' ears only. "Already want to get me alone?"|Chap1C91T2]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You smile softly, feigning innocence and looking at him through your lashes. "To come with me?"|Chap1C91T3]]<<else>>[[You smile softly, feigning innocence and looking at her through your lashes. "To come with me?"|Chap1C91T3]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Are you flirting?" you ask curiously, searching his gaze. "I can't tell if you are."|Chap1C91T4]]<<else>>[["Are you flirting?" you ask curiously, searching her gaze. "I can't tell if you are."|Chap1C91T4]]<</if>>
*[["I don't think I need someone helping me dress up," you cock a brow.|Chap1C91T5]]
<<elseif $JL >= 3>>$namel swoops to your side like a shield, positioning $l_themself strategically in front of you <<if $height == "very tall">>despite you towering over $l_them in an amusing attempt to cover you completely<<elseif $height == "tall">> even though you've got a slight height advantage on $l_them as $l_they tries to cover you entirely<<elseif $height == "average">>$l_their height working perfectly as a human privacy screen<<elseif $height == "short" or $height == "very short">>$l_their tall frame easily concealing your entire form<</if>>. $l_They flashes that million-dollar smile at Ekissa. "Just enjoying the sun."
Tilting your head to see Ekissa, the artist narrows $j_their eyes at $namel. "Why are you hiding $name?"
"Why not?" $namel shoots back easily. "$m_Theyre the one standing behind me, can't get enough of me, you see."
Your best friend frowns, growing impatient as $j_they takes a step forward, only to have $namet catch $j_their wrist. "They're wearing white."
"And?" Ekissa clicks $j_their tongue, yanking free from $namet's grip before striding over. In one fluid motion, $j_they's stripped off $j_their oversized black shirt, leaving $j_themself in just a fitted black tank that shows off $j_their toned arms. "There. Problem solved."
$j_Their thumb swipes at a stray droplet on your cheek, the gesture quick but gentle before he pulls back.
----
*[[Your heart flutters as you duck your head bashfully. "I'm, uh, good, thanks."|Chap1C91J1]]
*[["Better now," you tilt your head, admiring the view and the tight tank top. "Especially with this view."|Chap1C91J2]]
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["Aww, my knight in shining tank top," you coo, poking his cheek just to be annoying.|Chap1C91J3]]<<else>>[["Aww, my knight in shining tank top," you coo, poking her cheek just to be annoying.|Chap1C91J3]]<</if>>
*[[You nod. "Much better, thanks."|Chap1C91J4]]
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[[You grin at him "You should take care of me more often."|Chap1C91J5]]<<else>>[[You grin at her "You should take care of me more often."|Chap1C91J5]]<</if>>
*[[You smile, nodding slowly. "I appreciate it, Eki'."|Chap1C91J6]]
<<else>>$namet closes the distance between you two, $t_their jacket settling around your shoulders as $t_they adjusts it carefully to shield the now-transparent fabric from view. "You'll catch something if you stay like this."
You offer a grateful nod while $namel beams at Ekissa like the cat who got the cream. "We were playing hide-and-seek."
"What are you, elementary schoolers?" Ekissa's nose wrinkles in judgment.
$namel clutches $l_their chest in mock offense. "I know I look young but not this much, thank you very much."
"You wish, <<if $genderrol == "man">>grandpa<<else>>grandma<</if>>." Athiel snorts derisively.
"Now, now, you should treat your elders with respect," $namel tuts disapprovingly with a smug smirk.
----
*[["Well, I don't know you, but I'm gonna change," you pipe up.|Chap1C91E1]]
*[["And there goes my moment of peace," you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose.|Chap1C91E2]]
*[[You just leave to change.|Chap1C91E3]]
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Got popcorn?" you stage-whisper to Travis.|Chap1C91E4]]<<else>>[["Got popcorn?" you stage-whisper to Tracee.|Chap1C91E4]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Should we..." you tell Travis, trailing off and watching the others bickering. "...do something? Or maybe make a break for it while we can?"|Chap1C91E5]]<<else>>[["Should we..." you tell Tracee, trailing off and watching the others bickering. "...do something? Or maybe make a break for it while we can?"|Chap1C91E5]]<</if>><</if>>Athiel huffs, arms crossed defensively over $a_their chest and glaring pointedly to $namel. "Whatever. Just put that on before some creepy old $l_man tries to ogle you or something."
You blink in surprise, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks, Athiel. That's actually really thoughtful of you."
Athiel's cheeks flush slightly as $a_they glances away. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it."
"Okay... I'll, uh," you jerk a thumb over your shoulder. "Go change."
"You want my permission or something?" $a_they retorts with an attempt of arrogance that sounds more like a squeak. "Just go."
"Ah- Alright," you mumble before hurrying back inside the house.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>Athiel's face flushes at your bold remark, and $a_they scowls, shoving the jacket towards you more insistently. "Whatever, just take it and cover up."
You chuckle lightly, taking the jacket and slipping it on, the fabric still warm from $a_their body. $namel grins, throwing an arm around Athiel's shoulders and ruffling $a_their hair. "Aw, look at that, the brat does have a heart after all!"
Athiel swats $namel's hand away, glaring down at $a_them. "Shut up, old $l_man. I just don't wanna see... <i>that</i>."
$a_They gestures vaguely in your direction. That earns a snort from Ekissa. "Yeah, sure. Bet you're just dying to get a peek."
$namet simply watches the exchange, $t_their lips twitching with amusement, though $t_they remains silent.
You smile, adjusting the jacket around you. "Well, thanks, Athiel."
"You should goo change instead of yapping here," Athiel huffs, not able to meet your gaze.
"Wanna help me?" you tease.
$a_Their whole face reddens as $a_they circles you and push your back to the house. "Just fuckin' leave."
"Don't be shy, Athiel," your chuckle echoes in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>You slip on the jacket, the fabric still warm from $a_their body and smelling just like $a_them.
Athiel huffs, crossing $a_their arms defensively. "Don't mention it." narrowing $a_their eyes at you, $a_they repeats. "Seriously, don't."
$namel chuckles, shaking $l_their head. "You could just admit you care about our friend here, kid."
"I don't care about anyone," Athiel snaps, glaring at $namel. "I just didn't want to be blinded by..."
$a_They gestures vaguely towards you, a hint of a blush on $a_their cheeks.
Ekissa laughs outright at that. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that."
"No one asked for your opinion," the blondie retorts with venom.
"Too bad."
"Well, while you two..." you shift your gaze between the both of them. "...bicker like two kids, I'm gonna go change."
"I'm not a kid."
"You are," Ekissa snorts as you head off.
"Because you think you're better-"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>Athiel scoffs, $a_their cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, you might as well have been with that soaked shirt clinging to you."
$namel laughs heartily, clearly enjoying Athiel's flustered state. "Looks like someone was getting a little too interested in the view."
"Shut up," Athiel snaps, shooting a glare at the old $l_man. $a_They shifts $a_their narrowed gaze back to you. "Just take the damn jacket before I change my mind and let everyone have an eyeful."
Ekissa grins wickedly, finding an opening to poke at the arrogant $a_man. "Don't worry, Athiel, I'm sure $name would have given you a private show later if you'd asked nicely."
Your eyes widen in surprise as $namet looks on in amusement, an eyebrow raised.
Trying to deflect the attention, you quickly slip on the jacket, the fabric still warm from Athiel's body and smelling just like $a_them. "I should probably go change anyway."
Athiel lifts $a_their chin away from you, cheeks a deep crimson. "Whatever."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>Athiel huffs, turning away slightly, but you notice a hint of red on the tips of $a_their ears. $namel doesn't miss a beat as $l_they chuckles, clearly entertained by Athiel's flustered state. "Aw, look at the little kid, making sure our friend stays decent."
"Can it, old $l_man," Athiel snaps, shooting $namel a glare. "I just didn't need everyone gawking like perverts."
Ekissa snorts at that. "Says the one who was probably getting an eyeful $a_themself."
"For now, $a_they's the one who offered to cover me," you remind them sternly, $namet nodding in agreement.
"Don't defend me, it's disgusting," Athiel sputters but you see the way $a_their chest puffs up and $a_their back straightens.
$a_They's literally preening. You sigh before nodding to the house. "I'll go change."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>Athiel's eyes narrow further at your jibe and $a_their cheeks redden slightly. "Oh <i>excuse me</i> for trying to be decent, unlike the rest of you perverts."
$namel throws $l_their head back with a hearty laugh. "You wound me, Athiel! Just because we appreciate the finer things in life..."
"$l_Dad, please," $namet interjects smoothly, though $t_their lips quirk in amusement. "Let's not make this any more uncomfortable than it needs to be."
"I'm not uncomfortable at all," Ekissa pipes up with a shameless grin, thrilled to grill $j_their nemesis. "In fact, I'm loving each second of it."
Athiel glares at Ekissa. "Oh shut up, will you."
Slipping your arms through the jacket sleeves, you give Ekissa a playful nudge. "You're terrible."
"This is exactly why I got the jacket. You're all animals." Athiel lifts $a_their chin away from you but can see the start of $a_their pout, even if $a_they tries $a_their best to hide it.
Securing the jacket around you, you flash Athiel a grin. "Thanks for trying to preserve my innocence then, Athiel."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namel flashes you a bright grin. "Probably a good idea before you catch your death. We can't have that pretty face coming down with the sniffles."
Athiel rolls $a_their eyes dramatically while $namet merely nods in agreement. "I'll walk you back inside."
Ekissa nudges you on the way. "Don't go dripping all over the place. I just cleaned this morning."
You can't help but grin at $j_their typical fussy behavior masked as indifference. "Yes, $j_sir. Wouldn't dream of messing up your hard work."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namel immediately turns $l_their attention back to you, $l_their expression one of exaggerated innocence.
"Why, whatever do you mean, my dear? We're just having a friendly discussion among..." $l_they makes a show of looking around, lips curling mischievously. "Well, friends and family, I guess."
"I'm not your friend," Athiel drawls dryly, inspecting $a_their manicured nails with an air of nonchalance.
"Awww, you see me like family? That's so cu–"
"Eww, no," Athiel's face scrunches up like $a_they just bit into a lemon. "Absolutely not."
Ekissa snorts at that, crossing $j_their arms over $j_their chest. "Believe me, you don't wanna be on this old $l_man's bad side. $l_They'll just bore you to death with $l_their rambling."
"<i>Excuse me</i>?" $namel gasps dramatically. "I'll have you know I'm delightful company! I could tell you tales that would—"
"Please, spare us," $namet interjects flatly as $t_they turns $t_their attention to you. "You should get inside and change before you catch a cold. We can continue this... whatever this is, another time."
You sigh. "You're probably right."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>You don't wait to leave them to their arguing. You've got dry clothes calling your name.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>"Some snacks wouldn't hurt while we watch this disaster unfold," $t_they muses, expression thoughtful. "Think they'll stop if we wait it out?"
"Fat chance," you snort.
"That's what I thought," $t_they sighs.
"Think they're gonna argue for long?" you ask.
"Probably."
It's your turn to sigh. "That's what I thought."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>"Probably," $namet exhales.
$namel breaks off from $l_their faux argument with Athiel to shoot you a wink. "You're just jealous you can't keep up with us young folk."
"Don't flatter yourself, old timer," Athiel scoffs. "I could run circles around you without breaking a sweat."
Ekissa snorts derisively at that. "In what universe? You can barely make it through one of my workouts without crying like a little bitch."
"What did you just say? I do <i>not</i> cry," Athiel retorts hotly, rounding on the artist as $namel guffaws loudly in the background. "Take that back, you assh–"
You quickly position yourself between the brewing storm that is Athiel and Ekissa, already feeling a headache coming on. This is going to be a looong afternoon.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>There's an amused snort from $namel's direction. "Smooth moves there, Eki. Who knew you could be such a <<if $genderroj == "man">>gentleman<<else>>proper lady<</if>>?"
Athiel makes a show of rolling $a_their eyes so hard they might get stuck. "Oh my god, don't stroke $j_their ego. $j_They's probably just looking for an excuse to strip. Shocking, I know."
"You're one to talk," Ekissa retorts without missing a beat, shooting Athiel a scowl. "At least I'm being helpful instead of thirsty like some people we know."
"Thanks, Eki. You're the best." you mumble.
Ekissa's expression melts for a split second, giving you a gentle nudge. "Yeah, yeah, just put the damn thing on before these pervs spontaneously combust or something. And go change before you catch a cold."
"In this heat?" you blink at $j_them.
"Remember the beach incident last summer?" Ekissa's nose wrinkles at the memory.
You can't help but laugh. "When you got the world's most ridiculous summer cold? Yeah, point taken. I'll go change."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namel lets out a wolf whistle that could probably be heard three blocks over. "I'll say! Looking good there, Eki'."
"Don't call me that," comes Ekissa's grumble.
Athiel makes a show of rolling $a_their eyes dramatically. "Unbelievable. You're all absolutely hopeless flirts."
But Ekissa doesn't seem bothered by the attention, $j_their lips quirking up slightly at your teasing approval. $j_They murmurs huskily to you. "Like what you see?"
The way $j_their eyes lock with yours sends your pulse racing. You can't resist reaching out and let your fingers ghost over $j_their exposed arm, tracing the definition of $j_their muscles. "Maybe. You'll have to stick around and find out."
But the disappointment comes soon enough when your best friend finally chuckles, breaking from $j_their flirty act and shoves your shoulder playfully. "Almost got me there."
You chuckle because you don't have much choice but to laugh it off and move on before you actually get hurt.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>Ekissa swats at your hand half-heartedly, eyes rolling but lips twitching. "Just didn't want these pervs getting an eyeful."
"Speak for yourself," $namel cuts in with an innocent grin. "I'm a very well-mannered $l_man."
Athiel scoffs loudly while $namet looks at $t_their $l_dad skeptically.
But you ignore their commentary, keeping your gaze locked on your best friend. You tease $j_them, giving $j_them an exaggerated flutter of your eyelashes. "My hero."
"You're ridiculous," $j_they grumbles, though there's no heat behind $j_their words.
"Maybe," you acquiesce easily, sidling up until your side presses against $j_their. "But you love me anyway."
Ekissa's arm comes up to drape over your shoulders, pulling you snugly against $j_them.
"Unfortunately," $j_they deadpans, but $j_their lips twitch with the ghost of a smile.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>"Don't sweat it," Ekissa shrugs. "Can't have you catching a chill."
Athiel makes an exaggerated gagging noise from behind you two while $namel coos. "Aww, you two are sickeningly sweet. Please don't mind us."
"Jealous you don't have anyone to be sweet on you, old $l_man?" Ekissa shoots back without missing a beat.
Athiel snorts derisively. "Please, as if anyone could stand being sweet on that pervy lecher."
"You wound me!" $namel gasps in mock offense, clutching $l_their chest dramatically. "I'll have you know I'm an excellent cuddler."
"Is that what you call it?" Athiel retorts with a roll of $a_their eyes.
"Ignore them," you murmur conspiratorially. "You can be sweet on me anytime."
Ekissa's eyes crinkle at the corners as $j_they fights a grin.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>"As if I'm not already your full-time babysitter," Ekissa quirks an eyebrow, but there's amusement dancing in $j_their eyes.
"Yeah, but not this adorably protective," you tease, giving $j_them a playful nudge. "Usually you get all weird about PDA when we've got an audience."
"Because the world doesn't need to witness me going soft for my best friend," $j_they grumbles, but pulls you closer anyway.
From somewhere behind you, Athiel makes retching noises that would put a drama queen to shame, while $namel practically melts. "Aww, you two are sickeningly sweet. Please don't mind us."
"Shut up $namel, no one asked your opinion," Ekissa clicks $j_their tongue, making you snicker into $j_their shoulder.
You rub $j_their arm soothingly, grinning against $j_their skin. "Better watch out, or $l_they might invite $l_themself over for dinner tonight."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>Your best friend's typically gruff exterior seems to soften momentarily.
"Whatever," Ekissa shrugs it off. "Can't have my best friend catching pneumonia or something."
"My hero," you tease lightly, bumping $j_their shoulder affectionately and smile widening.
"God, you're so high-maintenance," $j_they grumbles, though there's no real bite to the complaint.
You look at $j_them fondly. "Maybe. But you love me anyway."
"Unfortunately," $j_they deadpans.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>"What's the rush?" $namel glances over $l_their shoulder with a roguish grin. "The show's just getting started."
Athiel scoffs loudly. "You're both disgusting. Cover up already before I lose my lunch."
Ekissa raises an eyebrow, eyeing $namel's protective stance skeptically. "Seems like someone's enjoying playing bodyguard a little too much."
"What if I am?" $namel tilts $l_their head. You don't miss the hint of challenge in $l_their tone, your heart doing funny things inside your chest.
Your best friend narrows $j_their eyes at $namel as $namet sighs but doesn't say anything.
You clear your throat as you pipe up with a semblance of control, cheeks still red. "Alright, alright. I'm going. No need for a bodyguard detail, $namel."
"You ruined our moment," $namel sighs dramatically to your best friend as you hurry off.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namel stiffens at your low, suggestive tone, so close to $l_them. You catch $l_their Adam's apple bob as $l_they swallows thickly.
"Well, I'm just calling it like I see it, darlin'," $l_they manages to reply smoothly, $l_their surprise replaced by a roguish smile your way.
From behind $namel, you hear Athiel make a disgusted noise. "Can you two get a room? I'm gonna be sick."
"Don't act like you're not curious for a peek too, brat," $namel wiggles $l_their brows to the blondie.
"Me?" Athiel bursts out laughing, wiping an inexistent tear on the corner of $a_their eye. "You're tripping."
You hum lightly, letting your breath fan over $namel's skin. "Is that so? Maybe I should give you a private show later..."
$namel chuckles huskily. "I might just take you up on that offer."
With one final brush of your lips against $l_their ear, you straighten up and step out from behind $namel's frame.
"I should probably go change out of these wet things," you toss a wink $l_their way. "Unless you'd rather I stay like this?"
You don't wait for $l_their answer to head off.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namel turns with an exaggerated pout. "Aw, but where's the fun in that? I was rather enjoying the view."
"Of course you were" Athiel scoffs, rolling $a_their eyes. "Can't you keep it in your pants for once, old $l_man?"
Ekissa snorts in amusement. "For once, I agree with the brat. Let them change if they want some privacy, you animals."
$namet arches an eyebrow at you all but remains silent, content to just observe while $namel throws you a charming smile over $l_their shoulder. "Alright, alright, I'll let you escape this time."
"My, thank you for being so generous today, $namel," you chuckle, nudging $l_them as you walk past them with a small smile on your lips.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>Athiel rolls $a_their eyes dramatically. "Of course they are. These immature idiots can't resist being utterly crass."
"Hey, take it back!" $namel protests with a grin, unapologetically. "We're just appreciating the finer things in life."
$namet shakes $t_their head at $t_their $l_father's words. "Is that what we're calling it now? I thought it was more about getting an eyeful."
"You're one to talk," Ekissa retorts with a laugh. "I saw you ogling earlier, $namet."
$namet cocks a brow sternly. "I was merely observing the situation."
"More like observing the view," Athiel rolls $a_their eyes.
"I should probably go change out of these wet things," you tell them, nudging $namel before heading off and leaving them to their own devices.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namel gives an exaggerated pout. "Aww, but where's the fun in that? We were just getting to the good part."
Athiel scoffs loudly. "Thank god, I was about to lose my lunch with all this disgusting flirting."
"What's the matter, Athiel? Jealous you're not getting any attention?" Ekissa can't help but poke the bear.
Athiel's eyes narrow at your best friend. "I just have higher standards than ogling someone in wet clothes like a pervert."
$namet arches an eyebrow at the heated exchange but remains silent while $namel throws you a charming smile over $l_their shoulder. "Alright, alright, I'll let you escape this time."
You nod, your lips curling up before heading off and leaving them to their own devices.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namet catches your flustered expression and quickly clarifies, "Walk you back to the house, I meant."
You feel a rush of relief at $t_their innocent explanation, though your cheeks still burn warmly. "Oh! Uh, sure, if you don't mind."
The others seem oblivious to your brief misunderstanding, still bantering amongst themselves. $namel waggles $l_their eyebrows suggestively. "Aww, how chivalrous of you, $t_son! Make sure to take good care of our friend here."
Athiel shoots the old $l_man a disgusted grimace. "Can you be any more of a pervert?"
"I could always try harder if you're asking," $namel replies with a wink.
Ekissa just rolls $j_their eyes as you shake your head in amusement, pulling $namet's jacket a little tighter around yourself.
"Shall we?" $namet gestures towards the house, either ignoring or not catching $t_their $l_father's innuendo.
"Lead the way," you mumble.
As you start to walk away, you hear Athiel mutter loudly, "About time. I was getting nauseous over here."
You're too flustered to pay $a_them any mind.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namet stiffens slightly at your suggestive words, $t_their jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. You notice a faint blush dusting $t_their cheeks as $t_they fights to maintain $t_their composure. Something $t_they actually succeed, you'll give $t_them that.
Clearing $t_their throat, $t_they leans down to murmur back, $t_their breath fanning across your ear. "Don't read too much into it. I'm just being a <<if $genderrot == "man">>gentleman<<else>>proper lady<</if>>."
You can't help the shiver that runs through you at $t_their voice so close. You tilt your head so your lips are a hairsbreadth from $t_their ear. "Is that so? Well, a person could get the wrong idea with how keen you are to get me behind closed doors, <<if $genderrot == "man">>Mr. Gentleman<<else>>Mrs. Proper Lady<</if>>."
The others seem oblivious to your brief misunderstanding, still bantering amongst themselves. Your eyes stay on $namet, though, on $t_their red ears to be exact.
"Believe me, if I wanted to get you alone, you'd know." $t_they murmurs huskily, clearing $t_their throat as $t_they takes a step back and looks away. "Anyway, you should go change."
You smirk with a hum as you walk past $t_them, shoulder brushing $t_theirs as you whisper on your way. "Interesting."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namet blinks, clearly caught off guard by your gentle yet loaded question. You can see the briefest flicker of heat in $t_their gaze before $t_they regains $t_their composure.
"Walk you back to the house, I meant." $t_they clarifies in a matter-of-fact tone but when you lick your lips temptingly, $t_they sucks in a breath. "Don't tempt me."
There's an undercurrent of delicious promise in $t_their words that has desire pooling low in your belly. However, you play dumb once again. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. You should stop looking at me like that."
You bite your lip, murmuring back. "Or what?"
A muscle ticks in $namet' jaw as $t_their eyes darken. Before $t_they can respond, Athiel's annoyed huff cuts through the tension.
"For fuck's sake, get a room already instead of eye-fucking in public," the blondie sneers, clearly disgusted by the charged atmosphere.
The others seem to finally take notice, $namel's brows shooting up while Ekissa tilts $j_their head, searching the answer in your eyes before $j_they shrugs.
$namel pipes up. "Damn, you two certainly know how to clear a room with that sexual tension. Need a cold shower, $t_son?"
"No," $namet straightens, stoic mask firmly back in place as $t_they nods to the house. "You should go change, $name."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namet blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question.
"Walk you back to the house, I meant." $t_they clarifies in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Oh right, no flirting," you nod, double-checking just in case.
$t_They hesitates a moment before adding. "And what if I was? Would that bother you...?"
You're the one caught off guard by $t_their question as you tilt your head with a pensive hum. "It wouldn't bother me."
"If you two are quite done eye-fucking, some of us would like to keep our lunches down," Athiel snarks, $a_their arms crossed tightly.
You sigh, your bubble bursting as you smile at $namet. "I should probably go change anyway."
$t_They nods. "You should."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>>$namet quickly clarifies, "Walk you back to the house, I meant."
"Oh," realization dawns on you before you wave dismissively with a snort. "Then sorry for thinking you were a perv."
$t_They hesitates a moment before adding. "And what if I was flirting? Would that bother you...?"
You're caught off guard by $t_their question as you tilt your head with a pensive hum, looking away with a small smile. "It wouldn't bother me, I guess."
"For fuck's sake, get a room already instead of eye-fucking in public," the blondie sneers, clearly disgusted by the sight.
You sigh, your bubble bursting as you nudge $namet. "I should probably go change anyway."
$t_They nods, the ghost of a smile on $t_their lips. "You should."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C92">><</button>><<if $playful2 is 3 or $playful2 is 2>><<set $playful3 to "yes">><<else>><<set $playful3 to "no">><</if>><<if $serious2 is 3 or $serious2 is 2>><<set $serious3 to "yes">><<else>><<set $serious3 to "no">><</if>><b>16:06
Macara Residence - Home</b>
You walk back to find everyone clustered in the hallway near the front door, now in dry clothes. Your eyes scan the group, taking in their outfits:
Athiel's slipping into a sleek trench coat over $a_their backless black ensemble, looking runway-ready as usual. Ekissa's going for $j_their signature casual vibe, rocking a jean jacket over a white tee and baggy jeans while $j_they leans against the wall. $namel fixing $l_their black hair in $l_their opened t-shirt and high-waisted brown pants giving off that effortless CEO energy. And finally $namet meticulously smoothing out $t_their fitted white shirt and navy slacks, looking sharp as ever.
"Going somewhere?" you ask<<if $LL >= 2>>, your gaze lingering on $namel.<<elseif $TL >= 3>>, your gaze lingering on $namet.<<elseif $JL >= 3>>, your gaze lingering on Ekissa.<<elseif $AL >= 3>>, your gaze lingering on Athiel.<<else>>.<</if>>
"'Going somewhere?'" Athiel mimics with $a_their trademark condescending smirk. "No no no, <i>we</i>'re going somewhere. I'm not about to hang with <<if $genderroj == "man">>Mr. Potty Mouth<<else>>Mrs. Potty Mouth<</if>>-"
Ekissa shoots $j_them a death glare.
"-<<if $genderrot == "man">>Mr.<<else>>Ms.<</if>> Human Statue over here..."
$namet meets the jab with $t_their usual stone-faced expression, though $t_their jaw tightens slightly.
"...and <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr.<<else>>Ms.<</if>> 'I'm God's Gift to Earth' by myself."
$namel just shrugs it off with $l_their usual easy confidence as Athiel continues, "You're the least annoying one here, so congrats, you're being kidnapped for the evening."
You eye them warily. "And just where exactly are 'we' going that requires me tagging along?"
"Out," Athiel states simply, already heading for the door. "Places to be, people to ignore. The usual. Now hurry up, I'm not waiting another second in this house."
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes, pushing off from the wall. "What the brat means is we're all going to get some air. Figured we could use a night out."
Your gaze slides over to $namel, who offers you a casual shrug and a dimpled smile. "Don't look at me, I'm just going along for the ride. But it could be fun to let loose a little, don't you think?"
You snort at that, catching the wink $namel throws your way without even trying to hide it. Typical.
$namet remains stoically silent, simply adjusting the collar of $t_their crisp white shirt as if $t_they couldn't care less about the whole situation. <<if $TL >= 3>>Though you notice the way $t_their eyes linger on you for just a beat too long before flicking away again.<</if>>
"Well?" Athiel prompts impatiently when you don't immediately respond. "You coming or what? Because I'm not standing here all night while you play Twenty Questions."
"I mean-"
"On second thought, don't answer that," $a_they decides, turning on $a_their heel to step out of the house and lead the way. "You're coming. End of story."
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*[[You blink before following Athiel. "Hey, wait for me at least."|Chap1C93]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You look at everyone before sighing as you walk beside Ekissa. "It's gonna be fun..."|Chap1C94]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot =="man">>[["Well, that's that. Ready to go?" you ask Travis.|Chap1C95]]<<else>>[["Well, that's that. Ready to go?" you ask Tracee.|Chap1C95]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Let's just go," you shake your head in amusement, followed by Leon.|Chap1C96]]<<else>>[["Let's just go," you shake your head in amusement, followed by Luna.|Chap1C96]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You shrug, following suit.|Chap1C97]]<<set $AL to $AL + 1>>"Awesome, now I got a puppy following me everywhere," Athiel comments, tone dripping with sarcasm but you ignore it and walk next to $a_them.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"First off," you flash $a_them a cheeky grin. "I'm not a stray. And second, you're saying that like it's the worst thing ever."
"Because it is."
You try to catch $a_their eye, but $a_they deliberately turns away, determined not to let you read $a_their expression. Rolling your lips together, you're not sure if keeping playing it lightly is a good idea.
"Is it?" you ask, giving a curious look in $a_their direction.
$a_Their lips curl in a mocking smile. "What do you think?"
You don't know, that's what you asked... With $a_them it's always one step forward and two steps backward. One moment $a_they's throwing playful jabs, almost friendly, and the next $a_they's building walls with sharp words and bitter sarcasm.
"Heh," you answer simply, your grin faltering. "Nevermind."<<else>>"I'm not a puppy," you state with a shake of your head. "And is it so bad to walk with you to a car who's not even that far?"
"It's a bad thing, yeah. Multiply that by a hundred and you'll get how much I hate this."
You slow down as $a_they strides ahead, a crease forming between your brows. Sometimes it's impossible to tell if $a_they's just being $a_their usual snarky self or if $a_they's genuinely telling you to back off. The line gets real blurry with $a_them.
"Is it?" you call after $a_them as you follow behind.
$a_They tosses that mock smile over $a_their shoulder. "What do you think?"<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C97">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>"Tell me about it," Ekissa releases a sharp breath, shoving $j_their hands in $j_their jacket. "Guess who got this bright idea."
"$namel," you guess without really guessing.
The answer is too obvious.
$namet barely speaks three words at a time, Athiel would rather eat glass than voluntarily hang with this crew, and Ekissa? Maybe if it was just you two, but not with people $j_they can barely tolerate, except $namet, and that's only because they've mastered the art of mutual ignoring.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>Seeing $j_them all tense, you bump $j_their shoulder playfully. "C'mon, lighten up. One night with this chaos squad won't kill you."
"Maybe not, but doesn't mean I have to like it," $j_they scrunches $j_their nose. "You can't honestly think this won't be a total trainwreck."
"It won't be that bad, I'm sure." you try to lighten up $j_their mood. "And you know I'm always genuine, so trust me."<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes">>Ekissa gives you a dubious look but doesn't comment on it.<<else>>Ekissa sighs as $j_they nods reluctantly. "If you say so..."<</if>><<if $playful3 == "no">>Seeing the stiff form of your friend, you reach out to pat $j_their back. "I'm sure we'll survive."
"I'm not so sure about it," $j_they wrinkles $j_their nose. "Hanging out with them is asking for trouble, you're the one who was clear about not wanting any more headache."
"That's not exactly what I said," you point out.
"Close enough," $j_they deadpans. "If we spend more than an hour with that arrogant ass, I might get banned from your place."
"Just keep the shouting matches out of my car and away from me, and we're good," you smile, dropping your hand.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C97">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet doesn't hesitate to nod, letting you lead the way before walking next to you. "This won't end well."
You glance at $t_them before following $t_their gaze to Athiel and Ekissa are walking, deliberately keeping their distance while muttering what sounds like curses under their breath. Meanwhile $namel is all smile, enjoying the chaos that's bound to explode if those two get too close.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"They won't ruin my mood," you grin at $namet. "So let's see it in an optimistic way, maybe they'll learn something about each other thanks to this little outing.
"Maybe," $namet concedes, keeping $t_their eyes forward.
"Wow, that was fast," you chuckle, bumping $t_their arm. "Do you always agree so easily?"
The ghost of a smile plays on $t_their lips as $t_they shakes $t_their head. "Not always, no."
"Too bad, we could've been friends," you tease.
"Because I'd agree with everything you say?"
You snap your fingers, grin widening. "Exactly."<<else>>"That's what I was thinking," you hum. "Let's hope they won't actually kill each other and learn something about each other thanks to this little outing."
"You're right," $namet agrees, eyes still ahead.
You blink, double-checking $t_them before focusing back on the trio walking ahead. "That was fast."
$t_They throws you a puzzle look, $t_their gaze fast to look away. "What do you mean?"
"You agreed so fast, I'm starting to think you're just trying to end this conversation," you shrug.
"I agreed because you're right," $t_they shakes $t_their head with a ghost of a smile playing on $t_their lips. "I don't find this conversation boring."
You can't help a small smile spreading on your lips as you nod. "You should. This is actually not the most exciting topic."
That gets you something that sounds suspiciously like a suppressed laugh disguised as a throat-clearing.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C97">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>"Now, now, leaving without me?" $namel calls out behind you as $l_they catches up. "I'll start to think you're avoiding this old $l_man."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"I don't think anyone can escape you, $namel," you chuckle.
The old $l_man grins at you, $l_their shoulder subtly brushing yours as $l_they shrugs. "That's because I'm too charming for anyone to want to escape."
"More like stubbornly persistent," you tease.
"Me?" $l_they puts on $l_their best innocent face. "Whatever could you mean?"
"Oh, you really have no idea, huh?"
"No idea at all."
You roll your eyes lightheartedly as you bump $l_their shoulder. "Liar."<<else>>"I wouldn't be able to escape you even if I tried," you shake your head, fighting back a smile. "Escaping you would be like trying to get rid of a cavity without a dentist, and $namet is the dentist."
$namel blinks at you, rubbing $l_their neck with hesitation. "That doesn't sound like a compliment."
"That's because it's not," you deadpan, but the growing smile on your lips says otherwise.
Seeing your smile, $l_they relaxes, that charming dimple making an appearance. "I'll live."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C97">><</button>>Sitting on the passenger seat next to $namel who proposed to drive, you glance up at the rearview. The view makes your lips twitch, Athiel's sandwiched between Ekissa and $namet like it's $a_their own personal hell, and you can practically feel $a_their joy radiating through the mirror. It's like $a_their dream became reality.
"Remind me again why I'm stuck in the middle?" Athiel narrows $a_their eyes at you through the rearview mirror. If looks could kill, you'd be dead by now.
"Quit whining, we could've stuffed you in the trunk," Ekissa mutters, not even trying to hide $j_their irritation.
Athiel bristles. "Easy for you to say when you're not the one being squished."
$namet keeps $t_their gaze on the window, ignoring the two other bickering without an ounce of care.
"You could back me up here," Athiel huffs at $namet, frustration clear in $a_their voice.
"Not my business," $namet responds curtly.
"I swear, I'm the only sane one here being tortured."
"Funny way to show your sanity, princess," Ekissa drawls without looking up from $j_their phone.
A muscle ticks in Athiel's clenched jaw as $a_they glares to the man. "What did you just call me?"
"I think you heard me just fine, your highness," Ekissa retorts blandly.
You poorly muffle a snort of laughter as Athiel bristles like an angry cat, opening $a_their mouth for what's sure to be a biting retort. But $namet gets there first, $t_their voice cutting through the building tension.
"Both of you, enough." $t_their tone brooks no argument, prompting Ekissa to shrug and Athiel to settle for one last murderous look before slouching back against the seat in sullen silence.
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*[[Closing your eyes, you hum at the silence. "Much better when you two decide to shut up, really."|Chap1C98]]
*[["God, and we gotta spend the rest of the afternoon together?" you grimace.|Chap1C99]]
*[[You snort. "Good way to start our lil outing."|Chap1C100]]
*[["Let's all take a deep breath," you try to calm the tension with a smile.|Chap1C101]]
*[["You really have to do something about this problem between you two," you state.|Chap1C102]]
*[[You chuckle. "And here I thought we'd spend a peaceful afternoon."|Chap1C103]]<<set $TF to $TF + 1>>$namel barks out a laugh from the front seat. "Oh I don't know, I was kind of enjoying the backseat theatrics."
You crack open one eye to catch $l_their teasing grin. "Of course you were. You love poking the grumpy bear."
"Don't know what you're talking about," $namel shoots back easily.
Athiel bites out. "I am <i>not</i> a grumpy bear to be poked and prodded to entertain you."
"Coulda fooled me, princess," Ekissa murmurs under $j_their breath.
"Don't call me that!"
$namet sucks in a breath. "We're not doing this again," $t_they states flatly, pointedly meeting Athiel's glare head-on. "Act your age."
"This is getting better and better," you comment.
"Whatever," Athiel mutters petulantly. "I'm just gonna ignore all of you until we get wherever the hell we're going."
"An excellent plan," $namet rumbles in a flat tone.
Ekissa barely conceals a snicker at the blondie. Meanwhile, $namel is openly grinning, without doubt enjoying their antics.
Shaking your head, you sit back and try not to imagine how much worse this little outing is surely about to get once you reach your mysterious destination.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C104">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>>Athiel scoffs loudly from the backseat. "Don't remind me. This whole forced family fun day was a terrible idea from the start."
$namel flashes you a charming grin your way. "Aw c'mon, where's your sense of adventure? Could be fun watching our little group bond."
You scrunch your nose. You wouldn't call it 'fun' exactly.
Athiel audibly bristles again. "Gee, you really know how to sell a good time there, $namel."
$namet's deep voice cuts through before the blondie can retort.
"We're not spending the day bickering like children. This is supposed to be..." $t_They pauses briefly, as if tasting the words. "A bonding experience."
Dead silence falls over the car before Ekissa breaks it with a snort of laughter. "A what now? You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm not," $namet states, completely stonefaced.
This is a terrible plan. Bonding? Ekissa and Athiel, yeah no. You doubt the two of them will ever get along, it's already difficult for them to stay in a room for two seconds so it must be a real nightmare for them right now.
Beside you, $namel is openly laughing, clearly not even trying to conceal $l_their utter glee at the situation. "Oh this is already fun."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C104">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>><<if $TL >= 6>>$namet freezes. For a moment, $t_their stoic mask wavers, a flicker of something complex crossing $t_their features. Jealousy? Uncertainty? Concern? It's gone in an instant, replaced by $t_their usual reserved expression.
<</if>>"$l_Dad," $namet says, $t_their tone clipped. "We're not done discussing this."
$namel gives a weak chuckle, the alcohol making $l_their movements slightly uncoordinated. "Always the responsible one, aren't you?"
$namet doesn't respond. <<if $TL >= 6>>Instead, $t_they gives you a long, intense look—a look that says multiple things without saying anything at all. $t_Their gaze lingers on you, something unspoken passing between you, before $t_they turns and walks out, closing the door with a firm click.<</if>>
The moment $t_they's gone, $namel's bravado seems to deflate. $l_They slumps slightly against $l_their desk chair, the professional CEO facade cracking to reveal something more vulnerable.
"So," $namel says, $l_their trademark charm attempting to resurface, "what did you want to talk about?"
You take a step closer, placing the files on $namel's desk. $l_Their dimple is barely visible, hidden beneath the weight of whatever emotion $l_they's wrestling with.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>"You're drinking in the middle of the day," you state, not as an accusation but as an observation. "That's not like you."<<else>>"So," you start lightly, trying to make the tense atmosphere disappear. "Drinking in the middle of the day, huh?"<</if>>
$namel attempts $l_their signature charming smile, the one that usually makes people melt, but today it looks tired.
"Just a rough day," $l_they deflects, reaching to pour another glass.
Your hand catches $l_their wrist, firmly enough to stop $l_them. "$namel."
<<if $LL >= 6>>You see $l_them suck in a breath at your touch.
<</if>>"I'm fine," $l_they repeats, but this time it sounds more like a plea than a statement.
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*[["You're not," you frown, worried.|Chap2C1OP]]
*[["You gotta stop this," you murmur.|Chap2C2OP]]
*<<if $angrytol == "yes">><<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You clench your jaw, still upset but wanting him to stop acting like this. "Leon, look at me."|Chap2C3OP]]<<else>>[[You clench your jaw, still upset but wanting her to stop acting like this. "Luna, look at me."|Chap2C3OP]]<</if>><</if>>
*<<if $angrytol == "yes">><<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Your shoulders sag, anger by what he did that day slowly dissipating. "Hey, look at me."|Chap2C4OP]]<<else>>[[Your shoulders sag, anger by what she did that day slowly dissipating. "Hey, look at me."|Chap2C4OP]]<</if>><</if>>
*[["Are you sure about that," you cock a brow, tilting your head to search your boss' gaze. "Because from where I'm standing, you look like you're anything but okay."|Chap2C5OP]]$namet's dark eyes flicker between you and $t_their $l_father, that stoic mask revealing nothing. But there's a tension in $t_their jaw that suggests $t_they's not entirely wanting to leave.
$namel attempts to straighten $l_themself, trying to look more composed. The effort is ruined by the grimace $l_they wears and tries to mask behind that fake smile. "What did you need?"
$namet doesn't immediately leave. Instead, $t_they stands near the door, unsure to leave you two or stay.
"Was just here to give you the files you needed," you say, holding up the documents. "And I wanted to discuss something."
$namel's light gray eyes, slightly unfocused from the alcohol, try to focus on you. You're glad $l_they had only three glasses, because talking with a drunk $namel... well, you had a preview last month when they hosted a welcome party for you.
"Want me to step out?" $namet asks hesitantly.
You look at $namel, the old $l_man nodding. "Just for a moment, please."
$namet shifts $t_their gaze between you two, ultimately giving a short nod. "I'll be outside."
"So," $namel says once $l_their $t_son is out, $l_their trademark charm attempting to resurface, "what did you want to talk about?"
You take a step closer, placing the files on $namel's desk. $l_Their dimple is barely visible, hidden beneath the weight of whatever emotion $l_they's wrestling with. This is getting more and more concerning this distance $l_they built between you.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>"You're drinking in the middle of the day," you state, not as an accusation just an observation. "That's not like you."<<else>>"So," you start lightly, trying to make the tense atmosphere disappear. "Drinking in the middle of the day, huh?"<</if>>
$namel tries another charming smile, the one that usually makes people melt, but today it looks tired.
"Just a rough day," $l_they deflects, reaching to pour another glass.
Your hand catches $l_their wrist, firmly enough to stop $l_them. "$namel."
"I'm okay–"
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*[["You're not," you frown, worried.|Chap2C1OP2]]
*[["You gotta stop this," you murmur.|Chap2C2OP2]]
*<<if $angrytol == "yes">><<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You clench your jaw, still upset but wanting him to stop acting like this. "Leon, look at me."|Chap2C3OP2]]<<else>>[[You clench your jaw, still upset but wanting her to stop acting like this. "Luna, look at me."|Chap2C3OP2]]<</if>><</if>>
*<<if $angrytol == "yes">><<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Your shoulders sag, anger by what he did that day slowly dissipating. "Hey, look at me."|Chap2C4OP2]]<<else>>[[Your shoulders sag, anger by what she did that day slowly dissipating. "Hey, look at me."|Chap2C4OP2]]<</if>><</if>>
*[["Are you sure about that," you cock a brow, tilting your head to search your boss' gaze. "Because from where I'm standing, you look like you're anything but okay."|Chap2C5OP2]]The heavy tension in the air seems to shift slightly at your words. $namel's defensive posture relaxes minutely, $l_their eyes finding yours with a mixture of surprise and something looking awfully like regret.
$namet goes still beside $t_their $l_father, $t_their jaw still set in that stubborn line, but $t_their gaze flicks to you briefly before returning to $namel.
The older $l_man lets out a sigh, running a hand through $l_their black hair. $l_They walks to $l_their desk, taking a seat and letting $l_their body sink into it.
"That's... part of it," $l_they admits, the sheepish note returning to $l_their tone.
$l_They doesn't meet your gaze, preferring to keep $l_their gaze at the ceiling.
You can practically see $namet's eyes narrow at the admission, like $t_they suspected there was more to $namel's behavior than what $t_their $l_dad tried to persuade otherwise.
"$l_Dad," $namet starts–
But $namel raises a hand, stopping whatever $l_their $t_son wanted to say. $namet purses $l_their lips, staying silent at that.
$namel meets your gaze again, and you're surprised by the unexpected vulnerability you see there. You're not sure if it's about the therapist accident anymore. No way someone would be so down for this. <<if $angrytol == "yes">>You're still annoyed about it but being <i>this</i> down over a thing that happened a month ago?<</if>>
"I overstepped," $namel states simply. "I had no right to make that call without consulting you first. I was..." $l_They pauses, seeming to search for the right word. "Presumptuous."
The stiff line of $namet's shoulders doesn't relax, but $t_they stays silent, letting $t_their $l_father continue.
"I'm sorry," $namel finishes, the apology seeming to hang heavy in the air between the three of you.
Again with the sorry, it's like a broken record, repeating the same thing again and again. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounds unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
Staying angry won't solve anything. Doesn't mean you forgive $l_them, that's another complete different topic here. But it's been already a month, staying bitter about something where, in the end, didn't happen, won't change anything.
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it. You don't answer, only nodding in acknowledgement.<<elseif $angrytol == "no">> "And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"<</if>>
"I don't know what there's more to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that I didn't care?"
$namel winces, a grimace on $l_their features. "You're right…"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>>The words seem to cut through the tension like a knife. $namet's dark gaze snaps towards you, a mixture of surprise and what might be respect flickering across $t_their features. Respect for what, you're not sure. <<if $angrytol == "yes">>For not being stubborn to keep being pissed off at $namel for what the old $l_man did? Probably.<<else>>For trying to reassure $namel when the guy overstep your boundaries? Maybe.<</if>>
$namel blinks slowly, $l_their typically charming smile fading into something more vulnerable.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>Staying angry won't solve anything. Doesn't mean you forgive $l_them, that's another complete different topic here. But it's been already a month, staying bitter about something where, in the end, didn't happen, won't change anything.
<</if>>"I..." $namel starts, then pauses, running a hand through $l_their black hair. "I don't know... maybe you're right."
$namet doesn't say anything, but $t_their body language shifts subtly, as if evaluating $t_their $l_father, evaluating if the old $l_man will finally stop tormenting $l_themself. $l_They takes a half-step back, allowing more space between $t_them and $t_their $l_father.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>"I know I'm right," you say it with so much seriousness, $namel has to bite back a smile.<<else>>"I'm always right," you grin at the old $l_man who's fighting the smile threatening to show up.<</if>>
$namel meets your eyes, and for a rare moment, the usually unflappable CEO looks shaken, almost ashamed. "I...I messed up. With what I did. And I can't take that back."
You feel a pang of empathy for this $l_man who's always been so confident, so smooth. At least that's what $namel thinks when $l_they tries to flirt $l_their way with people. Maybe $l_they is, you never experienced it<<if $LL >=5>>… much<</if>>. Clearly, $l_they's been beating $l_themself up over $l_their actions regarding the whole therapist thing.
"You can't change the past," you shrug. "But drinking isn't going to help anything either. It'll just make things worse in the long run."
$namel takes a shuddering breath and nods slowly like a kid being scolded. "Sorry…"
"Mh," is all you answer.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>>You don't say anything, though. Words never reach $l_them. Each time you try, $l_they finds a way to still feel guilty.
$namet's brows knit together ever so slightly, a rare crack in $t_their stoic mask as $t_they glances your way. $namel, on the other hand, looks briefly in your direction, catching your exasperate expression before a rueful smile tugs at $l_their lips.
"You're right, I'm being dramatic," $namel admits, some of the defensive edge leaving $l_their voice. $l_They runs a hand through $l_their tousled hair. "Maybe a bit more than dramatic."
You can't help but shake your head. <i>No shit</i>.
$namel lets out a soft sigh, suddenly looking terribly tired. "I know I messed up. Badly. With everything regarding the therapist..." $l_They pauses, swallowing hard. "I'm sorry for this…"
Again with the sorry, it's like a broken record, repeating the same thing again and again. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it. You don't answer, only nodding in acknowledgement.<<elseif $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what there's more to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that I didn't care?"
$namel winces, a grimace on $l_their features. "You're right…"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>>$namel's face fall as $l_they looks at $l_their desk, $l_their finger brushing small circles on it.
"I...I didn't mean to overstep that day," $namel starts, running a hand through $l_their disheveled hair. "I was just worried about you after...everything. I'm sorry…"
You keep your gaze averted, suddenly feeling that lingering sting of having your privacy violated, no matter how well-intentioned $namel was. Pushing a therapist on you without discussing it first felt like a breach of boundaries. It felt wrong. Well, it <i>is</i> wrong.
$namet remains silent, giving some space between $t_their $l_father and $t_themself, and let you two have this conversation. $t_Their $l_father has always tried to take care of those around $l_them, but sometimes goes about it the wrong way.
"I know you were just trying to help," you say finally, meeting $namel's remorseful gaze. "And you already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it. You don't answer, only nodding in acknowledgement.<<elseif $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that I didn't care?"
$namel winces, a grimace on $l_their features. "You're right…"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>><b>17:51
Melth Cosmetics Corporation – Reception</b>
You suck in a breath, mentally preparing yourself. You knew something would happen to ruin your night. Here you wanted to just pick up Ekissa and go home to shower and finally get some <i>sleep</i>.
That's not happening anytime soon.
Fixing your $hairlength hair, you straighten your back and head towards the building's exit, anxiety making each step heavier than the last. The shouts get louder, enough for you to scrunch your nose. <<if $likecrowds == "no">>Ugh, you'll have to deal with a whole ass crowd. You <i>don't</i> like crowds. Meaning, you won't like being packed like sardines with so many people.<</if>>
Seeing so many people and more coming down the street is warning enough. You'll have your hands full for a good hour, if not more.
Either you'll end up crushed by them, or you'll somehow find a way to calm them down. You hope you'd be able to appease all these "angry birds" as $namel called them, because you don't plan to end up like a pancake on the floor.
You hope whoever made that happen and messed with the company are proud of themselves. You don't know them but it's okay, you don't need to know them to hate their guts already.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C2">><</button>>After what feels like forever repeating the same stuff over and over, you're not gonna lie, you're tired. Exhausted. Dead on your feet. Some people are actually listening, others are still just screaming their heads off, your words just bouncing right off them. Just when you think you've got it handled, more people show up and you have to start the whole song and dance again.
"Need backup?" a voice cuts through the chaos.
<<if $routechel == "yes">>You whip your head to the voice's direction, only to see Chelsea. Her stern expression glowering at the crowd.
"Chelsea," you sigh in relief, shoulders dropping. "Yeah, a little help would be nice."
"Alright," she nods, jumping straight into crowd control mode with her frost-bite words. "Listen up, people. All this screaming isn't fixing anything. The products you're claiming are defective? They're not even ours. If you'd have taken two seconds to actually examine the packaging you're waving around and compared it to the real Melth Cosmetics Corporation products..."<<else>>You whip your head to the voice's direction, only to see Maxime. They grin at the crowd, not caring much about their complaints, They're practically vibrating with excitement.
"Maxime," you sigh in relief, shoulders dropping. "Yeah, a little help would be nice."
"Alrighty," they exclaim, standing by your side as they start trying to contain the crowds from doing anything crazy. “Guys, guys! Cool it with the shouting match – can't hear a thing when you're all yelling over each other. How am I supposed to help if I can't understand what anyone's saying, right?"<</if>>
Your eyes drift to the side, catching $namel's figure posted up by the front desk. But something's off. The person $l_they's facing is getting the full blast of an expression you've never seen on $l_their face before. $namel's features are razor-sharp, ice-cold. Not exactly terrifying, but it's that kind of smile that sets off all your warning bells, the type that makes your skin crawl.
$l_They’s saying things to this other person who doesn't seem to be working here. Maybe an acquaintance...? You don't need to be close to know $l_their tone is something you never want directed your way.
When the person snaps back at $namel, the older $t_man's eyes narrow to slits. $l_They steps in close, whispers something in their ear that has them freezing up. When $l_they pulls back, smoothing down $l_their outfit like nothing happened, the other person blinks up at $l_them before nodding frantically as they scurry off.
<<if $routechel == "yes">>"$name. Focus," Chelsea cuts through your thoughts, already back to handling the mob.<<else>>"$name, a little help here?" Maxime lets out this nervous laugh. "Please don't leave me hanging with these guys."<</if>>
You shake yourself back to reality, you snap your focus back to the matter at hand.
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*[["Please, let's calm down," you try to appease them with a soft smile.|Chap2C11]]
*[["Everyone, shut the fuck up and let me think," you snap at them with a scowl.|Chap2C12]]
*[["I know everyone must feel upset by what happens," you state, expression showing nothing. "But believe it or not, Melth Cosmetics Corporation has nothing to do with your problem."|Chap2C13]]
*[["C'mon guys, let's not make this harder than it needs to be," you beam at them. "Pretty sure we've got our signals crossed here."|Chap2C14]]
*[["How about we try this wild idea called taking turns?" you arch an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Can't exactly help if you're all yelling over each other."|Chap2C15]]Getting up suddenly, you force a smile at Vailyn. "I… have to make a call, I'll be quick."
You catch Ekissa and Vailyn sharing a look before they both nod.
Disappearing to the hallway, you grab your phone, clearing your throat and straightening your back. You know it's been a while since you agreed with them for this dinner, and every time, you find yourself rescheduling the dinner again and again. You hope they won't think it's an excuse to not see them when it's really not that.
Vailyn right now is more important. 6 months without them isn't something you can just brush off.
<<if $routecul == "yes">>Pulling up Thomas' number, you press the phone to your ear, waiting for him to answer. He's faster than you thought he'd be.
"$name," his gentle voice comes through almost instantly. "I was just about to call you."
You wrinkle your nose, guilt growing in your chest about what you're about to say. "Hey, Thomas…"
"Something's wrong?" he asks and you can almost see the awkward smile he always wears when he tries to hide his concern.
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*[["Funny you mention that..." you let out a nervous laugh. "I can't make it tonight. Someone dropped by and I can't exactly... y'know, show them the door."|Chap2CT1]]
*[["Nothing's wrong," you answer before adding simply. "I won't be able to come tonight, sorry."|Chap2CT2]]
*[["Do you think we could reschedule again our dinner?" you ask gently.|Chap2CT3]]
*[["Someone close to me is back in town," you explain. "I was wondering if it'd bother you if I rescheduled our dinner again."|Chap2CT4]]
*[["Hear me out okay?" you start lightly. "I won't be able to come tonight but! We can still reschedule it. I promise I'll make up for it."|Chap2CT5]]<<else>>Composing the doc's number, you press the phone against your ear, waiting for her to pick up.
"$name," Emily replies, her voice softer this time. "I was just about to call you. I wasn't sure if you'd come or not for dinner."
You scrunch your nose, already feeling guilty about what you're about to say. "Hey…"
She doesn't answer, waiting for you to continue but when you don't say anything, she clears her throat.
"You're… not coming, are you?" she asks, knowing already the answer but asking anyway. You can almost see the sad smile she always wears when she thinks she's being subtle about not showing her disappointment.
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*[["Funny you say that…" you laugh nervously. "I can't come tonight. Someone came and I can't just… y'know, kick them out."|Chap2CD1]]
*[["I can't," you answer before adding simply. "Something came up so I won't be able to come tonight, sorry."|Chap2CD2]]
*[["Do you think we could reschedule again our dinner?" you ask gently.|Chap2CD3]]
*[["Someone close to me is back in town, they're like family to me," you explain. "So I was wondering if it'd bother you if I rescheduled our dinner again."|Chap2CD4]]
*[["Hear me out okay?" you start lightly. "I won't be able to come tonight but! We can still reschedule it. I promise I'll make up for it."|Chap2CD5]]<</if>>Making your way back to the living room, you can already hear Ekissa's deadpan replies mixing with Vailyn's theatrical voice. A smile tugs at your lips as you round the corner, finding them exactly where you left them, though now Vailyn is dramatically gesturing with their hands while telling what seems to be a particularly engaging story.
"—and then, darling, you wouldn't believe what happened next," Vailyn exclaims with a widening smile, their curly red hair bouncing with each animated movement. They pause upon noticing you, their brown eyes lighting up. "Oh, angel! Perfect timing. I was just telling Ekissa about that time in Barcelona—"
"Please tell me it's not the story with the street performer and the rubber chicken," you groan playfully, dropping onto the couch beside Ekissa. The cushions dip under your weight as you settle in.
Ekissa snorts.
"Too late. Though I gotta admit, Vailyn here knows how to tell a story." $j_They drawls and you got the impression there was a hint of sarcasm in $j_their tone. $j_They runs a hand through $j_their snowy white hair, shooting you an amused look. "How'd your call go?"
"All good," you nod, feeling the last bits of tension leave your shoulders. "<<if $routedoc == "yes">>Emily<<else>>Thomas<</if>> understood. We'll reschedule."
<<if $routedoc == "yes">>"Emily?" Vailyn perks up, their curiosity piqued. "The doctor friend you mentioned in your texts?"
"Yes, her," you confirm, watching as Vailyn's eyes sparkle with interest. You know that look, they're already planning to charm their way into Emily's life the next time they meet.
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes. "Don't even think about it, Vailyn. Emily's married."
"My dear $j_boy," Vailyn gasps, hiding their mouth behind their hand in mock offense. "I would never try anything on a married person! I simply wish to make the acquaintance of $name's friends. Is that such a crime?"
"With you? Usually," you tease, earning yourself a gentle swat on the arm.<<else>>"Thomas?" Vailyn perks up, their curiosity piqued. "The old man you mentioned in your texts?"
"Yes, him," you confirm, watching as Vailyn's eyes sparkle with interest.
"How old is he, that old man?" they inquire with a smile.
"Too old for you," you wrinkle your nose. "And he's married."
Vailyn's expression falls into disappointment as Ekissa snorts. "No fresh meat for you, Vailyn."<</if>>
The conversation flows easily after that, filled with Vailyn's tales from their travels and Ekissa's sarcastic commentary. You kind of feel yourself get bored on some stories but listen most of the time.
Sitting here, watching your best friend and your parent figure banter back and forth, you can't help but feel grateful for having rescheduled dinner.
Some moments are too precious to miss.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C102">><</button>><b>10:50
Melth Cosmetics Corporation – 3rd floor</b>
The doors of the elevator opening, you step out of it to walk to $namet's private office as you pass between multiple cubicles and smaller workstations where several financial analysts work.
Pausing at the small reception area just outside $t_their office on the far end of the space, $t_their assistant looks up with a polite smile playing on his lips. "You can go, $t_they's on break right now."
<<if $subtle == 1>>You smile back with a nod before heading to the door. "Thank you."
The man blinks as if expecting nothing more than a nod, his smile widening as if you've just made his whole day. "You're welcome!"<<else>>You nod, heading already to $namet's office.<</if>>
Stopping in front of $namet's door, you open it, pushing the door and getting inside. Closing behind you, you look around. You've never had to come here before and, to be honest? You're not surprised by what you see.
$namet's office reflects $t_their personality: minimalist and meticulously organized. The spacious corner office features floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline just like those in $namel's office. The walls are painted in a cool gray tone, adorned with only a few modern abstract paintings in black and white.
$t_Their large mahogany desk dominates the space, its surface pristine with just a sleek laptop, a few folders arranged in perfect alignment, and a small potted succulent, the only hint of life in the otherwise austere environment. And this time you're not worried for the plant, unlike those in $namel's office but then again, maybe the plants are just plastic for all you know. Behind the desk sits a high-backed leather chair in deep charcoal.
A glass conference table with four chairs occupies one corner, while a minimalist black leather sofa and two matching armchairs create a small seating area near the windows. The side table holds nothing but a crystal water carafe and glasses. It's, like, bigger than you thought it'd be. Almost bigger than your boss's office.
Built-in shelves line one wall, containing precisely arranged financial reports and reference books. The overall atmosphere is one of calculated efficiency and professional detachment, much like $namet $t_themself.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C103">><</button>>Your gaze stops on the stoic $t_man who's observing the view outside, standing in front of the large windows, one slightly ajar.
You blink when you see $t_them slide a cigarette between $t_their lips to take a drag and blow the smoke outside with that same unreadable expression. That's… definitely not what you thought you'd see. $namet smoking? <<if $TL >= 6>><i>He's smoking hot.</i> And this whole thing <i>is</i>… kinda hot. The way $t_they's standing, all stoic and in $t_their own world? It's doing things to you—Focus. You need to focus.<</if>>
You… didn't know $t_they was the type to smoke. But then again, you don't really know $t_them, it's only been a month since you met $t_them. More than a month, but same thing. In the end you still don't know $t_them.
Not sure how to catch $t_their attention, you walk to $t_their desk, knocking on it. That seems to be enough because $t_they turns $t_their head in your direction, gaze already moving away when $t_they sees it's you.
"Here to give me the financial documents?" $t_they guesses easily, $t_their body facing the desk—and you—to tap $t_their cig for the ashes to fall in $t_their ashtray.
You nod, placing the documents on $t_their desk with a soft thud next to the ashtray. "Yeah, $namel also said that you should take a break; looks like $l_they didn't need to worry about this."
"Thanks," $t_they nods back, taking one last drag to crush the cigarette in the ashtray and wave the smoke away from you. "Sorry for the smoke."
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*<<if $smoke == "yes">><<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You chuckle, waving his concern. "Pssh, don't worry, you know I smoke anyway."|Chap2C104]]<<else>>[[You chuckle, waving her concern. "Pssh, don't worry, you know I smoke anyway."|Chap2C104]]<</if>><</if>>
*<<if $smoke == "yes">>[[You shake your head. "It's okay, I smoke too."|Chap2C105]]<</if>>
*<<if $smoke == "no">>[[You grimace, waving the smoke away. "Well, it's your office."|Chap2C106]]<</if>>
*<<if $smoke == "no">>[[You smile, reassuring the CFO. "Ah, don't worry about it."|Chap2C107]]<</if>>
*[[You shrug. "I don't mind."|Chap2C108]]$t_Their dark eyes meet yours for a second before $t_they looks away.
"Noticed." A short answer, but $t_their tone lacks the usual coldness reserved for others. "But maybe the smoke bothers you."
You shake your head with a reassuring smile. "Nah, I'm good, really."
There's a moment of silence, and you watch as $t_they sits on $t_their desk chair, $t_their fingers starting to drum absently against the armrest of $t_their chair. $t_Their gaze flickers to the pack of cigarettes on $t_their desk, then back to you.
"Want one?" $t_they offers, pushing the pack toward your direction on the desk. It's probably the most casual interaction you've had with $t_them since you started working here. After having lunch together the other day, obviously.
You roll your lips together, hesitating before ultimately refusing. As much as you want to take a quick break, there's work waiting for you. "I can't, I was just here for deliveries and there's a mountain of work waiting for me."
$t_They doesn't insist, putting back down the pack of cigarettes where it was.
After some consideration, $namet adds.
"You seem…" $t_they distracts $t_themself by looking at the documents on $t_their desk, trailing off, uncertain. "…lighter."
You tilt your head. Lighter? Are you? You squint your eyes, as if doing so would make the answers appear out of thin air. It doesn't.
Maybe you are lighter. Since Vailyn came back, you feel less… stuffy? Overwhelmed? It's as if Vailyn took a good portion of your bad energy and sent you only good ones. They always were good at doing that, at cheering you up even in your worst moment. Like any sane parent would do to their kid.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You rub the back of your neck with a shrug. "Probably Vailyn."
"Vailyn…?" $namet frowns slightly. "A friend?"
Your hand falls as you hum. "Not really. Like a parent, I'd say."<<else>>"Probably Vailyn," you say lightly.
"Vailyn?" $namet asks in confusion. "A friend?"
You shake your head, eyes lighting up. "Nope, more like a parent."<</if>>
"Ah," $t_they nods. "I see."
You nod back, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "I should probably go. See you later?"
"Wait–" the CFO stops you as $t_they wrinkles $t_their nose, probably already regretting stopping you in the first place.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C109">><</button>>"So I've seen," $t_they murmurs, $t_their dark eyes lingering on you for a moment before shifting away.
$namet takes a seat at $t_their desk, $t_their attention moving to the documents you brought. But then $t_they pauses, and you catch $t_their gaze darting to $t_their pack of cigarettes.
After what seems like an internal debate, $t_they reaches for the pack.
"Care to join?" $t_they asks, voice maintaining its usual cool tone, but there's something less rigid in $t_their posture.
You wave off the offer. "Rain check? $namel's probably wondering where $l_their assistant wandered off to, I just came for deliveries."
$t_They hums in acknowledgment, setting the pack aside without another word.
After some consideration, $namet adds.
"You seem…" $t_they distracts $t_themself by looking at the documents on $t_their desk, trailing off, uncertain. "…lighter."
You tilt your head. Lighter? Are you? You squint your eyes, as if doing so would make the answers appear out of thin air. It doesn't.
Maybe you are lighter. Since Vailyn came back, you feel less… stuffy? Overwhelmed? It's as if Vailyn took a good portion of your bad energy and sent you only good ones. They always were good at doing that, at cheering you up even in your worst moment. Like any sane parent would do to their kid.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You rub the back of your neck with a shrug. "Probably Vailyn."
"Vailyn…?" $namet frowns slightly. "A friend?"
Your hand falls as you hum. "Not really. Like a parent, I'd say."<<else>>"Probably Vailyn," you say lightly.
"Vailyn?" $namet asks in confusion. "A friend?"
You shake your head, eyes lighting up. "Nope, more like a parent."<</if>>
"Ah," $t_they nods. "I see."
You nod back, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "I should probably go. See you later?"
"Wait–" the CFO stops you as $t_they wrinkles $t_their nose, probably already regretting stopping you in the first place.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C109">><</button>>$t_Their expression shifts minutely at your reaction, and $t_they immediately opens the window a bit more behind $t_them. The crisp air rushes in, creating a gentle draft that carries the smoke away.
"You could have said something sooner," $t_they says, tone clipped but lacking its usual edge. $t_Their hands find their way into $t_their pockets as $t_they watches the smoke dissipate. "But it's on me, I should've known."
You shift your weight, feeling a bit guilty for making $t_them adjust. "No, really, it's fine–"
"It's not," $t_they cuts you off, turning back to face you. You feel like you're being scolded for downplaying your discomfort in this matter. $t_Their stoic expression is firmly in place, but there's something softer in $t_their eyes. "I should have known."
"I mean, I just came so you couldn't know," you point out with a small laugh.
$namet moves back to $t_their desk, carefully positioning $t_themself so the remaining smoke drifts toward the window rather than you.
"The documents," $t_they says after a moment, efficiently changing the subject as $t_they sits at $t_their desk. But you notice how $t_their hand lingers near the ashtray, as if making sure to keep it far from your side of the desk. "Thanks for coming to give these to me."
"Don't worry about it."
$t_They hums in acknowledgment as $t_they parts $t_their lips but shuts them. Torn to say something more or not.
After some consideration, $namet adds.
"You seem…" $t_they distracts $t_themself by looking at the documents on $t_their desk, trailing off, uncertain. "…lighter."
You tilt your head. Lighter? Are you? You squint your eyes, as if doing so would make the answers appear out of thin air. It doesn't.
Maybe you are lighter. Since Vailyn came back, you feel less… stuffy? Overwhelmed? It's as if Vailyn took a good portion of your bad energy and sent you only good ones. They always were good at doing that, at cheering you up even in your worst moment. Like any sane parent would do to their kid.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You rub the back of your neck with a shrug. "Probably Vailyn."
"Vailyn…?" $namet frowns slightly. "A friend?"
Your hand falls as you hum. "Not really. Like a parent, I'd say."<<else>>"Probably Vailyn," you say lightly.
"Vailyn?" $namet asks in confusion. "A friend?"
You shake your head, eyes lighting up. "Nope, more like a parent."<</if>>
"Ah," $t_they nods. "I see."
You nod back, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "I should probably go. See you later?"
"Wait–" the CFO stops you as $t_they wrinkles $t_their nose, probably already regretting stopping you in the first place.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C109">><</button>>$namet frowns, glancing at the window before opening it a bit more to make the smoke leave faster. "Still. You don't smoke, right?"
"I don't," you say as you tilt your head. "But it's okay–"
"It's not," $t_they cuts you off, turning back to face you. You feel like you're being scolded for downplaying your discomfort in this matter. $t_Their stoic expression is firmly in place, but there's something softer in $t_their eyes. "I should have known."
"I mean, I just came so you couldn't know," you point out gently. "And it's your office."
$namet moves back to $t_their desk, carefully positioning $t_themself so the remaining smoke drifts toward the window rather than you. "Still."
You didn't know $t_they could be so stubborn about something like this. You don't contradict $t_them, only biting back an amused smile.
"The documents," $t_they says after a moment, efficiently changing the subject as $t_they takes a seat on $t_their chair. But you notice how $t_their hand lingers near the ashtray, as if making sure to keep it far from your side of the desk. "Thanks for coming to give these to me."
"Don't worry about it."
$t_They hums in acknowledgment as $t_they parts $t_their lips but shuts them. Torn to say something more or not.
After some consideration, $namet adds.
"You seem…" $t_they distracts $t_themself by looking at the documents on $t_their desk, trailing off, uncertain. "…lighter."
You tilt your head. Lighter? Are you? You squint your eyes, as if doing so would make the answers appear out of thin air. It doesn't.
Maybe you are lighter. Since Vailyn came back, you feel less… stuffy? Overwhelmed? It's as if Vailyn took a good portion of your bad energy and sent you only good ones. They always were good at doing that, at cheering you up even in your worst moment. Like any sane parent would do to their kid.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You rub the back of your neck with a shrug. "Probably Vailyn."
"Vailyn…?" $namet frowns slightly. "A friend?"
Your hand falls as you hum. "Not really. Like a parent, I'd say."<<else>>"Probably Vailyn," you say lightly.
"Vailyn?" $namet asks in confusion. "A friend?"
You shake your head, eyes lighting up. "Nope, more like a parent."<</if>>
"Ah," $t_they nods. "I see."
You nod back, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "I should probably go. See you later?"
"Wait–" the CFO stops you as $t_they wrinkles $t_their nose, probably already regretting stopping you in the first place.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C109">><</button>>$namet frowns, glancing at the window before opening it a bit more to make the smoke leave faster. "Still. Maybe you don't like the smell of the smoke."
<<if $smoke == "yes">>"It's not like I don't smoke," you point out. "I don't mind, really."
"Still–"
You raise your hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Let's keep the window open."<<else>>"Well, it's true that I don't smoke but–"
"I should have known."
"I mean, I just came so you couldn't know," you point out. "And it's your office."
$namet moves back to $t_their desk, carefully positioning $t_themself so the remaining smoke drifts toward the window rather than you. "Still."
You raise your hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Let's keep the window open."<</if>>
"The documents," $t_they says after a moment, efficiently changing the subject as $t_they takes a seat on $t_their chair. But you notice how $t_their hand lingers near the ashtray, as if making sure to keep it far from your side of the desk. "Thanks for coming to give these to me."
"Don't worry about it."
$t_They hums in acknowledgment as $t_they parts $t_their lips but shuts them. Torn to say something more or not.
After some consideration, $namet adds.
"You seem…" $t_they distracts $t_themself by looking at the documents on $t_their desk, trailing off, uncertain. "…lighter."
You tilt your head. Lighter? Are you? You squint your eyes, as if doing so would make the answers appear out of thin air. It doesn't.
Maybe you are lighter. Since Vailyn came back, you feel less… stuffy? Overwhelmed? It's as if Vailyn took a good portion of your bad energy and sent you only good ones. They always were good at doing that, at cheering you up even in your worst moment. Like any sane parent would do to their kid.
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You rub the back of your neck with a shrug. "Probably Vailyn."
"Vailyn…?" $namet frowns slightly. "A friend?"
Your hand falls as you hum. "Not really. Like a parent, I'd say."<<else>>"Probably Vailyn," you say lightly.
"Vailyn?" $namet asks in confusion. "A friend?"
You shake your head, eyes lighting up. "Nope, more like a parent."<</if>>
"Ah," $t_they nods. "I see."
You nod back, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "I should probably go. See you later?"
"Wait–" the CFO stops you as $t_they wrinkles $t_their nose, probably already regretting stopping you in the first place.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C109">><</button>>You wait, hands sliding in your pockets. "Mh?"
"I'm…" $t_they clears $t_their throat, $t_their features softening as $t_they stares at the documents on $t_their desk. "I'm glad Vailyn came. It looks like they're helping you a lot."
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*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You clear your throat, ears heating up. "I– uh, thanks." Geez, why are you even thanking him?|Chap2C110]]<<else>>[[You clear your throat, ears heating up. "I– uh, thanks." Geez, why are you even thanking her?|Chap2C110]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You smirk. "And I'm glad to see you were worried about little me."|Chap2C111]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["I'm glad too," you reply simply before heading out.|Chap2C112]]
*[["You're all helping me in a way," you tell the CFO with a soft smile.|Chap2C113]]
*[[You grin sheepishly. "Heh, yeah, they help a lot. It's been a while I haven't seen them."|Chap2C114]]"You're all thieves!" Someone barks.
"Your products were a waste of money!"
You force your smile to stay put. "Look, this is just a mix-up. Melth Cosmetics has nothing to do with–"
"Bullshit! Fucking liars, all of you!"
"Everyone, I understand your frustration, but–" you attempt once more, but your voice drowns in the sea of angry shouts.
"My skin got irritated because of your products!"
"Give us our money back!"
The crowd of protesters grows more agitated by the second, their signs waving frantically in the air. Security guards hover nearby, ready to intervene if needed, but you know that would only make things worse.
"Listen, we're investigating the situation," you say firmly. "If you could just–"
"Investigation my ass! You're just covering up!"
"Yeah, where's your precious CEO? Hiding behind $l_their money?"
“You should give us back our money!”
<<if $hottemp == 1>>Your eye twitches. They’re starting to really get on your nerves the lot of them.<<else>>You sigh, it’s gonna take longer than expected.<</if>>
<<if $routemax == "yes">>"Should we call the cops?" Maxime stage-whispers to you. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“No clue.”<<else>>"We should call the cops, they'll handle this better than we can," Chelsea taps her finger against her leg impatiently. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“It’s the easiest way to complain about another company with so many people around.”<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C16">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL +1>>$namet's eyes flick up to meet yours, and there's something in $t_their gaze that makes your heart do a weird little skip. $t_Their expression remains carefully neutral, but you swear you can see the faintest hint of pink dusting $t_their cheeks. $t_They quickly looks away, shuffling the papers on $t_their desk with more attention than necessary.
The silence stretches between you, thick with something you can't quite name, something you don't know if you want to name. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly hyper-aware of every movement you make. The office feels smaller somehow, and the air conditioning seems to have stopped working because why else would it feel so warm inside and out?
"Right," $namet finally breaks the silence, $t_their voice slightly breathier than usual. $t_They clears $t_their throat. "Right, well, you should probably..." $t_They gestures vaguely toward the door, still not meeting your eyes. "...go back to work."
"Yeah," you agree a bit too quickly, grateful for the escape route. "Yeah, I should– I'm gonna–" You point at the door, walking backward. "Go. That's what I'm gonna do."
"Alright," $t_they nods, not meeting your eyes, but $t_their lips slowly curling up tells you $t_they's enjoying this moment more than $t_they probably should.
You turn around, face burning, and make your way to the door. Just as you're about to step out, you hear $namet let out a soft exhale that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle. You don't dare look back to confirm, practically speed-walking out of $t_their office.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C115">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet's hands tighten on the documents $t_they's holding, $t_their knuckles turning white as $t_they stares at them with renewed intensity. The blush on $t_their cheeks deepens, spreading to the tips of $t_their ears in a way that makes your heart skip a beat and your body heat. You don't know if you want to laugh or push further to see more reactions from $t_them.
$t_They clears $t_their throat, trying to maintain $t_their composure, but you can see right through $t_their stoic mask.
"I wasn't–" $t_they starts, but cuts $t_themself off, $t_their jaw clenching. You notice how $t_they shifts in $t_their chair, clearly flustered by your teasing. The sight of the usually composed CFO becoming undone by your simple comment sends a thrill through you.
The silence stretches between you two, thick with tension. You observe as $namet struggles internally, probably debating whether to deny your statement or just ignore it completely. $t_Their dimples appear briefly as $t_they presses $t_their lips together.
Finally, $t_they looks up at you, $t_their black eyes meeting yours. There's something in $t_their gaze, a mix of vulnerability and determination that makes your breath catch.
"I..." $t_they starts again, voice slightly husky. Catching $t_themself, $t_they straightens $t_their well-pressed shirt. "Your well-being is important to the company."
You raise an eyebrow at $t_their professional response, your smirk never leaving your face. The way $t_they's trying to hide behind work-related excuses is both endearing and amusing.
Before you can tease $t_them further, $namet stands up abruptly, shuffling the papers on $t_their desk with more force than necessary.
"If that's all," $t_they says, $t_their voice strained as $t_they tries to regain $t_their composure. But you don't miss how $t_their eyes keep darting to you before quickly looking away, or how the blush refuses to leave $t_their face.
You push yourself off the doorframe, still wearing that knowing smile. "Sure thing, $namet. Thanks for caring about the company's well-being."
You throw $t_them a wink before turning to leave, catching $t_their sharp intake of breath as you do so.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C115">><</button>>You pause at the doorway, hand on the handle as your lips quirk up. "They're kind of a handful though. Always making me do stuff and dragging me everywhere."
$namet huffs, a ghost of a smile on $t_their face as $t_they looks back at $t_their documents. "Sounds exhausting."
"It is," you chuckle, leaning against the doorframe. "But I guess that's what I needed. Being busy helps keeping my mind off things, you know?"
The CFO nods, $t_their stoic features softening just a tad. "I understand."
A comfortable silence settles between you two, and you find yourself not wanting to leave just yet. It's nice, these quiet moments with $namet. No pressure to fill the silence with meaningless chatter.
"They want to meet everyone," you say after a moment, watching as $namet raises an eyebrow. "Vailyn, I mean. They're curious about the new people in my life."
"Ah," $namet shifts in $t_their seat, $t_their shoulders tensing slightly. $t_They's never been comfortable with new people, but no need to be a prodige to know that. "I see."
You wave your hand dismissively. "Don't worry, I told them not to ambush anyone. They can be... overwhelming at first."
"I know someone similar," $namet mutters under $t_their breath, making you snort. You both know $t_they's referring to $namel's equally overwhelming personality.
"Yeah, well, at least Vailyn doesn't flirt with everything that moves," you point out with an amused smile.
$namet's lips twitch. "Small mercies."
You push yourself off the doorframe, feeling lighter after this short exchange. "Alright, I should really go now. Try not to work too hard, alright?"
"No promises," $t_they replies, already focused back on $t_their work.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C115">><</button>>The words slip out naturally, carrying the weight of your gratitude. $namet's eyes widen just a fraction, $t_their stoic mask wavering for a brief moment before $t_they catches $t_themself.
You mean it, though. Each person in your life has been contributing to your healing process in their own unique way. Vailyn with their theatrical dramatics and warm hugs—even if they just came back—Ekissa with $t_their grumpy but steadfast presence, and even $namet $t_themself, with $t_their subtle shows of concern hidden behind professional courtesy.
Though, you're still deliberating about Athiel and $namel.
The CFO shifts in $t_their chair, $t_their fingers absently smoothing the edge of a document. You notice how $t_they's trying to maintain $t_their composure, but there's a softness in $t_their expression that $t_they can't quite hide. It's endearing, really, how $t_they struggles between wanting to help and maintaining $t_their stoic and reserved distance.
"$namel mentioned you've been more present at work lately," $namet comments, $t_their voice carefully neutral. But you catch the underlying message, $t_they's been paying attention, noticing the small changes in your behavior, your gradual return to "normalcy".
"Yeah, having people around helps more than being alone with my thoughts, you know?" You don't elaborate further, not knowing if $namet would really care about emotional conversations. You know $t_they wouldn't mind but doing it at work is a bit… Still, you see $t_them nod in understanding.
A comfortable silence settles between you two. It's different from the awkward pauses that used to fill your interactions. This one feels... peaceful, like you've both reached an understanding that doesn't need words.
"I should head back," you finally say, breaking the moment. $namet nods, already returning $t_their attention to $t_their work, but you catch the slight upturn of $t_their lips, the closest thing to a smile you'll probably get from $t_them today.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C115">><</button>>Your mind drifts to all the times Vailyn spent with you, their theatrical yet comforting presence, their warmth. "They traveled for like six months, going around the world to discover new cultures and stuff."
You chuckle, remembering how excited they were when they told you about their plans. "When they came back, they brought so many gifts that my apartment looked like a marketplace for a week. I don't even know how they found the place to put everything in their car in the first place."
$namet's lips twitch slightly at your words, $t_their usual stoic demeanor softening just a tad. "That must have been... overwhelming."
"Oh, you have no idea," you snort, leaning against the doorframe. "They brought these huge tapestries, handmade pottery, and don't even get me started on all the street art pieces they got from Spain."
Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you remember Vailyn's animated storytelling, their hands moving wildly as they described each place they visited during those months. "Half of the stuff is still in boxes because I have no idea where to put them."
The CFO's gaze lingers on your face for a moment before $t_they looks down at $t_their papers, arranging them absently. "They seem... quite the character."
"That's putting it mildly," you laugh softly. "Vailyn's the type to burst into dramatic monologues from Shakespeare in the middle of grocery shopping, just because they saw something that reminded them of a scene." You shake your head fondly. "But that's what makes them special, you know? They just... bring this energy that makes everything feel lighter, more colorful."
$namet nods slowly, $t_their features relaxed. "It's good to have someone like that."
"Yeah," you agree, pushing yourself off the doorframe. "Though I should probably go now, before $namel decides to come by $t_themself and ask what we've been doing without $t_them."
The corner of $namet's mouth quirks up slightly. "By all means, don't let me keep you."
You wave goodbye, heading out with a lighter step.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C115">><</button>>"$name," $namet stops you again, making you look over your shoulder with a confused frown.
You knew you were irresistible, but not to the point of stopping you each time you wanna leave...
Blinking, you wait for $t_them to continue as $t_they frowns at the paper. "Did my $l_father only give you this?"
"Yes? There was no other document, why?"
"$l_They probably forgot," $t_they mutters under $t_their breath before following you to the door. "I'll walk with you and get the missing document myself."
You lead the way.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C116">><</button>><b>10:50
Melth Cosmetics Corporation – 4th floor</b>
The elevator doors slide open as you step out, making your way to your desk with $namet following close behind.
"<<if $gender == "man">>Mr<<elseif $gender == "woman">>Miss<<else>>Mx<</if>>. $surname?" A polite voice catches your attention. There's a man standing by your workspace, offering you a courteous smile as he turns to face you.
You arch your eyebrows, taken aback by this stranger's presence. Who is he? A client? Associate? His green eyes study you with an analytical intensity that makes you feel like you're under some sort of medical examination. You steal a quick glance at $namet, wondering if the stoic $t_man knows something you don't, but all you conclude is that $l_they doesn't know more than you.
$t_They shares the same bewildered expression as you right now.
"And you are?" $namet interjects on your behalf, $t_their tone carrying a hint of suspicion.
The stranger's confident demeanor falters, his smile becoming strained, his face shifting in confusion. "You called me for a session."
A session? You frown at the stranger. You don't remember having called someone for this so-called session. What kind of session could it be? A massage?
You snort. You wouldn't be surprised if it were. Stranger things have happened to you for you to be surprised by <i>this</i>.
"We didn't," $namet counters sharply, $t_their frown deepening. "And what session are you talking about?"
The door to $namel's office suddenly swings open, revealing the $l_man $l_themself, sporting $l_their signature charming smile and arms spread wide in welcome. "I called him."
"What?" The word tumbles from your lips before you can stop it.
$namet shifts $t_their attention between you and the mysterious visitor. "Who are you?"
A beat of silence fills the air.
"I'm the therapist <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth called, Henri Gallaté," the man finally introduces himself with a nervous laugh, running fingers through his closely cropped black hair. "I'm here for <<if $gender == "man">>Mr<<elseif $gender == "woman">>Mrs<<else>>Mx<</if>>. $surname."
Oh… <i>Oh</i>, what the fuck?
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*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You don't like it at all. It wasn't Leon's place to decide for you.|Chap2C117]]<<else>>[[You don't like it at all. It wasn't Luna's place to decide for you.|Chap2C117]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You like Leon, but… what he did doesn't sit right with you at all. It wasn't his place to decide.|Chap2C118]]<<else>>[[You like Luna, but… what she did doesn't sit right with you at all. It wasn't her place to decide.|Chap2C118]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown. You don't know how to feel about it.|Chap2C119]]
*[[You frown. While you like your boss, you don't know how to feel about it.|Chap2C120]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You don't really care… But maybe warning you would've been nice.|Chap2C121]]
*[[You don't really care… But maybe warning you would've been nice.|Chap2C122]]<span class="icon">♡</span><<set $angrytol to "yes">>A surge of anger wells up inside you as you stare at $namel, $l_their charming smile only fueling your irritation. Who does $l_they think $l_they is? What the fuck does $l_they think $l_they's doing by calling a <i>therapist</i> for you? You can't believe $l_they'd do something like this without even asking you first.
Your hands clench at your sides, heart racing with a mix of betrayal and fury. Your body starts to tremble just by the pure anger of the decision that was supposed to be <i>yours</i>.
The audacity of this $l_man... Did $l_they really think $l_they could just make this kind of decision for you? $l_They's, what, some kind of guardian angel? Last time you checked $l_they fucking wasn't. What, $l_they thinks you're gonna thank $l_them and call it a day? Hell no.
"What the fuck $namel?" you snap.
"Isn't it nice?" $namel's attention is still on the therapist, $l_their smile unwavering. "He's one of the best I know."
You're not a child who can't handle their own life. Your jaw tightens as you try to keep your composure in front of the therapist, but the anger bubbling beneath the surface is becoming harder to contain.
"I promise it's not as scary as it seems," Henri supplies with that same awkward smile.
"Not the time," $namet says through gritted teeth.
You don't care how well-intentioned $l_they thinks $l_they's being, this crosses so many boundaries. You're not some project for $l_them to fix. If you wanted to talk with a therapist, it's <i>your</i> decision, only yours.
You can feel $namet's eyes on you, probably sensing the tension rolling off you in waves. But right now, all you can focus on is how $namel had the nerve to meddle in your personal affairs without so much as a heads up.
Does $l_they seriously think arranging a surprise therapy session is okay? You're not even ready to talk about... about any of this. Not with a stranger. The loss of $namee is still too raw, too personal for someone to just barge in and try to "help" without your consent.
"It won't take long with the therapist," $namel adds. It's the last straw for a certain someone standing next to you.
"<i>Therapist</i>?" the CFO finally snaps in a low tone that promises trouble for $t_their old $l_man. $t_They shoots a glare at $t_their $l_dad who smiles, not processing yet $l_their $t_son's anger at what $l_they just did. "You called a therapist?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C123">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>><<set $angrytol to "yes">>While affection for $namel still lingers in your chest, it's quickly overshadowed by a wave of disappointment and hurt. Your eyes fix on $l_their bright smile, and for the first time since you've known $l_them, it makes something uncomfortable twist in your stomach.
Sure, $namel has always been the type to take charge, to try and help in $l_their own way, but this? This feels like $l_they's completely steamrolled over your boundaries. It's like warning you beforehands wasn't even in $l_their agenda.
It's so fucking selfish of $l_them. You feel like you've been betrayed when you thought you were safe with $l_them. You get that $l_they probably means well... $l_They usually does. It never comes out of malice. But scheduling a therapy appointment without even asking you first?
"What the fuck, $namel?" you don't even succeed to snap at $l_them, voice in a whisper yet tight.
"He's the best I know," $namel replies, attention still on the therapist. "I promise he knows what he's doing."
You can feel your jaw clenching, trying to keep your expression neutral despite the storm of emotions inside. Just because you care about $l_them doesn't mean $l_they gets to make these kinds of decisions for you. This isn't like bringing you coffee or checking up on you, this is your personal healing journey we're talking about.
"I promise it's not as scary as it seems," Henri supplies with that same awkward smile.
"Not the time," $namet says through gritted teeth.
The weight of $namet's concerned glance isn't lost on you, but you're too focused on processing this breach of trust. It's one thing to want to help, it's another to completely bypass your autonomy in the process.
God, $namel... and here you thought $l_they wouldn't do this kind of things. $l_They's always been pushy but this… You appreciate $l_them, you really do, but this isn't okay. $l_They can't just decide when and how you deal with your grief.
The loss of $namee still feels like an open wound, and having someone else try to dictate your healing process only makes it sting more.
"It won't take long with the therapist," $namel adds. It's the last straw for a certain someone standing next to you.
"<i>Therapist</i>?" the CFO finally snaps in a low tone that promises trouble for $t_their old $l_man. $t_They shoots a glare at $t_their $l_dad who smiles, not processing yet $l_their $t_son's anger at what $l_they just did. "You called a therapist?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C123">><</button>><<set $angrytol to "dunno">>You stand there, mind spinning as you try to process what's happening. The therapist's presence feels surreal, like you're caught in some bizarre dream where people make life decisions for you without warning. But no, this is real and someone <i>did</i> just make a choice in your place.
Your gaze flicks between $namel's confident smile and Henri's awkward stance, trying to make sense of this situation.
"He's the best therapist I know," the CEO adds, as if $l_they hasn't already said enough, $l_their attention still on the therapist. "I promise he knows what he's doing."
What are you supposed to feel about this? Your thoughts are a jumbled mess, neither anger nor gratitude winning out. Is this crossing a line? Or is this just someone trying to help in their own misguided way? The uncertainty makes your chest feel tight, your emotions tangled up like headphone wires in a pocket.
"This is…" you don't even know what to say.
"I promise it's not as scary as it seems," Henri supplies with that same awkward smile.
"Not the time," $namet says through gritted teeth.
You can sense $namet's protective presence beside you, $t_their own confusion evident in $t_their stiff posture. But you're too caught up in your internal debate to focus on that. Part of you understands that therapy might be helpful, you're not blind to your own struggles since $namee's death, but having it thrust upon you like this...
You just... You don't know. Should you be mad? Grateful? Is it okay that someone else is making these choices for you? When is crossing the line, and when isn't it? The loss of $namee is still a raw wound, and you're not sure if you're ready for someone to prod at it, especially when you didn't even choose the timing.
"It won't take long with the therapist," $namel adds. It's the last straw for a certain someone standing next to you.
"<i>Therapist</i>?" the CFO finally snaps in a low tone that promises trouble for $t_their old $l_man. $t_They shoots a glare at $t_their $l_dad who smiles, not processing yet $l_their $t_son's anger at what $l_they just did. "You called a therapist?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C123">><</button>>The crowd does this collective blink, like they can't believe you just went there. There's this moment of shocked silence until their self-appointed spokesperson, the most courageous among them to stand his ground, pipes up.
"<i>You</i> shut the fuck up! Who do you think you are??"
"You kiss your mum with that mouth?" you fire back.
"Screw you!"
You flash them your sharpest smile, mouthing "Right back at ya, babe."
"You little-" The spokesperson takes a step forward, fists clenched.
"What? Can't handle being told off?" You tilt your head, maintaining eye contact. "Gonna cry about it to mommy?"
The crowd starts muttering, some pulling out their phones. Perfect, just what you need, more drama for their social media.
"You think you're so tough," he spits out.
"Nah, I just think you're particularly pathetic," you shrug, checking your nails with exaggerated boredom. "I mean, who gets this worked up over being told to shut up? Are you five?"
"That's rich coming from someone who-"
You cut him off with a wave of your hand. "Sorry, sorry, I zoned out. Were you saying something important? Or was it just more mindless whining?"
“You should give us back our money!”
<<if $hottemp == 1>>Your eye twitches. They’re starting to really get on your nerves the lot of them.<<else>>You sigh, it’s gonna take longer than expected.<</if>>
<<if $routemax == "yes">>"Should we call the cops?" Maxime stage-whispers to you. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“No clue.”<<else>>"We should call the cops, they'll handle this better than we can," Chelsea taps her finger against her leg impatiently. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“It’s the easiest way to complain about another company with so many people around.”<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C16">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>><<set $angrytol to "dunno">>You stand there, mind reeling as you try to process what's happening. Sure, you've grown fond of $namel, $l_their playful demeanor and warm presence have been... nice, comforting even. Right now is not the same. This feels different. Your gaze shifts between $l_their confident smile and Henri's awkward stance, trying to make sense of your conflicting emotions.
You like $namel, you really do. But this…? Your thoughts swirl, neither settling on appreciation nor disapproval. $l_They's trying to help, right?
"This is…" but you have no idea what to say to this.
"I'm sure he'll be able to help you," $namel nods, not even waiting for you to continue, $l_their gaze still on the therapist.
But shouldn't this have been your choice? Are you being too nice by thinking $l_they meant well? Or is it really what it is, help? The uncertainty makes your chest feel tight, your emotions as mixed up as a shuffled deck of cards.
"I promise it's not as scary as it seems," Henri supplies with that same awkward smile.
"Not the time," $namet says through gritted teeth.
You can sense $namet's protective presence beside you, $t_their own confusion evident in $t_their stiff posture. But you're too caught up in your internal debate to focus on that. Part of you understands that therapy might be helpful, you're not blind to your own struggles since losing $namee, but having it thrust upon you like this... Even if it's from someone you're growing to care about...
You just... You don't know. Should you be mad? Grateful? Is it okay that someone else is making these choices for you? When is crossing the line, and when isn't it? The loss of $namee is still a raw wound, and you're not sure if you're ready for someone to prod at it, especially when you didn't even choose the timing.
"It won't take long with the therapist," $namel adds. It's the last straw for a certain someone standing next to you.
"<i>Therapist</i>?" the CFO finally snaps in a low tone that promises trouble for $t_their old $l_man. $t_They shoots a glare at $t_their $l_dad who smiles, not processing yet $l_their $t_son's anger at what $l_they just did. "You called a therapist?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C123">><</button>><<set $angrytol to "no">>You stand there, watching the scene unfold with a surprising sense of detachment. Your gaze drifts between $namel and the therapist, feeling more annoyed at the lack of heads-up than the actual situation itself. The anger you might have expected just... isn't there.
Honestly? Whatever. Guess this is happening now. What are you gonna say anyway? "It's bad $namel"? You don't want to waste time arguing about something you don't even care. You know $l_they meant well. It's a clumsy way to show it, yes, but it wasn't out of malice.
Your thoughts are surprisingly calm, floating through your mind like lazy clouds. You just don't care, you can always tell the guy to fuck off anyway. It's not like $namel forced you to take the session.
You know $namel wouldn't be upset if you told $l_them simply you don't want this. And if you do want to do this, then that's nice for you. Just mean free session for you. Though a little 'hey, by the way' would've been nice. What if you had plans or something? The mild irritation feels more like a minor inconvenience than actual upset.
"Heh," is the only word leaving your lips.
"I promise it's not as scary as it seems," Henri supplies with that same awkward smile.
"Not the time," $namet says through gritted teeth.
You can sense $namet's protective stance beside you, $t_their confusion practically radiating off $t_them. But you're too busy mentally rearranging your day to really care about the dramatics of it all.
"I'm sure he'll be able to help you, $name," $namel tells you lightly, $l_their attention still on the therapist.
Sure, therapy might be helpful. Who knows? Nothing wrong with talking with a therapist when you have or haven't problems in your life. Talking helps.
Not the smartest thing $namel did, though. What if you were angry? What would $l_they have done then? You hope $l_they doesn't do this with everyone, because one day a person won't be as passive and calm as you are right now.
"Mh," you hum noncommittally.
"It won't take long with the therapist," $namel adds. It's the last straw for a certain someone standing next to you.
"<i>Therapist</i>?" the CFO finally snaps in a low tone that promises trouble for $t_their old $l_man. $t_They shoots a glare at $t_their $l_dad who smiles, not processing yet $l_their $t_son's anger at what $l_they just did. "You called a therapist?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C123">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>><<set $angrytol to "no">>You stand there, watching the scene unfold with a surprising sense of detachment. Your gaze drifts between $namel and the therapist, feeling more annoyed at the lack of heads-up than the actual situation itself. The anger you might have expected just... isn't there.
Honestly? Whatever. Guess this is happening now. What are you gonna say anyway? "It's bad $namel"? You don't want to waste time arguing about something you don't even care. You know $l_they meant well. It's a clumsy way to show it, yes, but it wasn't out of malice.
Your thoughts are surprisingly calm, floating through your mind like lazy clouds. You just don't care, you can always tell the guy to fuck off anyway. It's not like $namel forced you to take the session.
You know $namel wouldn't be upset if you told $l_them simply you don't want this. And if you do want to do this, then that's nice for you. Just mean free session for you. Though a little 'hey, by the way' would've been nice. What if you had plans or something? The mild irritation feels more like a minor inconvenience than actual upset.
"Heh," is the only word leaving your lips.
"I promise it's not as scary as it seems," Henri supplies with that same awkward smile.
"Not the time," $namet says through gritted teeth.
You can sense $namet's protective stance beside you, $t_their confusion practically radiating off $t_them. But you're too busy mentally rearranging your day to really care about the dramatics of it all.
"I'm sure he'll be able to help you, $name," $namel tells you lightly, $l_their attention still on the therapist.
Sure, therapy might be helpful. Who knows? Nothing wrong with talking with a therapist when you have or haven't problems in your life. Talking helps.
Not the smartest thing $namel did, though. What if you were angry? What would $l_they have done then? You hope $l_they doesn't do this with everyone, because one day a person won't be as passive and calm as you are right now.
"Mh," you hum noncommittally.
"It won't take long with the therapist," $namel adds. It's the last straw for a certain someone standing next to you.
"<i>Therapist</i>?" the CFO finally snaps in a low tone that promises trouble for $t_their old $l_man. $t_They shoots a glare at $t_their $l_dad who smiles, not processing yet $l_their $t_son's anger at what $l_they just did. "You called a therapist?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C123">><</button>>"Yes, I think it would be nice for $name to talk about…" $namel stops mid-sentence when $l_they notices $l_their $t_son's face. "What? I thought it was a good idea…"
$l_Their $t_son glowers at the therapist. "You. Leave."
"That's… I was already paid, I can't really…"
"<b><i>Leave</i></b>," $namet's menacing voice echoes in the room, everyone looking at $t_them in surprise at $t_their tone usually stern, taking a serious dangerous edge.
"Okay," Henri doesn't need to be told twice as he hurries to take his things and leave. You swear the guy was running away, scared to piss off the CFO more than he already did.
You watch the poor guy leave. It's not like he asked for any of this. Neither did you if you're being honest.
"I didn't mean to–" $namel shifts $l_their gaze between you and $l_their $t_son, $l_their smile falling. "It's not– I just…"
<<if $angrytoL == "yes">>"You just what?" you snap, frustration growing.<<elseif $angrytol == "dunno">>You look away, uncertain as to how to respond to this mess. <<else>>You don't care and this is getting bigger than you were prepared for.<</if>>
"You have to stop," $namet warns $t_their $l_father, $t_their usually stoic voice carrying an edge of frustration.
"I just want to help..." $namel's voice comes out soft, almost pleading, pleading for both of you to understand $l_they meant well.
"Don't."
"But–" $namel starts to protest, only for $l_their $t_son to cut $l_them off.
"$name is not you and $m_they'll never be you. Get it through your thick skull and stop being pushy about it." $namet's words come out sharp, cutting. "$m_They $m_dont need your help, especially not when you're deciding for $m_them."
"I wasn't deciding, just..." $namel's voice wavers slightly.
"Just what?!" $namet finally barks, $t_their composure cracking, revealing something scarier. "It wasn't your call to make in the first fucking place!"
Your eyes widen. You've never heard $namet curse—well, you have, but usually when $t_they does, it means someone has pissed $t_them off enough to make $t_them lose $t_their usual decorum.
$t_Their voice rises with each word. "Nobody was here for you, I get it, but $name $m_isnt you. $m_They $m_have Ekissa and other people there for $m_them. $name <i>$m_dont</i> need you. You get that?"
"$namet..." $namel's shoulders sag in defeat, $l_their eyes glazing over with unshed tears. $l_Their lips tremble as $l_they tries to blink them away, pressing them together in a futile attempt to hide $l_their hurt.
But $namet doesn't seem to give a shit, continuing to poke at a wound already open. "Stop trying to arrange things, you're just making it worse."
The final words leaving $namet's lips make the older $l_man swallow hard. $namel attempts a smile, but the usual sparkle in $l_their eyes has dimmed to almost nothing. "I see."
<<if $angrytol == "yes">> You cross your arms, not denying any of $namet's words and not adding anything when $t_they's doing a better job at saying everything you were thinking. <<if $LL >= 6>>But still… your heart sinks seeing $namel like this but $l_they can't expect you to be okay with it.<</if>>
When the CEO's gaze locks in yours, you clench your jaw. "Don't look at me, you should've warned me. Do you expect me to defend you when you didn't have the decency to give me a heads-up before making decisions for me?"
"$name," $namel tries but you shake your head.
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*[["Fuck you," you say through gritted teeth. "You have no idea how much this shit hurt me."|Chap2C124]]
*[["Just… Let's just go back to work," you avoid the CEO's gaze with a frown.|Chap2C125]]
*[["Thank you," you start with a smile before it drops as soon as it appears. "That's what you want me to say? Fuck that."|Chap2C126]]
*[[You huff a mirthless laugh. "You know, I didn't think you'd go this far, but guess I was wrong."|Chap2C127]]<</if>><<if $angrytol == "no" or $angrytol == "dunno">>You grimace at that. You get it, $namel was trying to help. But it's true that sometimes, the old $l_man gets a bit too pushy. <<if $LL >= 6>>Still… You don't like seeing $l_them like this, you just want to reassure $l_them and tell $l_them it's okay as long as $l_they doesn't do that kind of thing again….<</if>>
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*[["You–"|Chap2C128]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Leon..."|Chap2C128]]<<else>>[["Luna..."|Chap2C128]]<</if>>
*[["It's fin–"|Chap2C128]]
*[["I don't–"|Chap2C128]]<</if>>"I was trying to–" $namel starts, taking a step forward.
You take two steps back, not letting $l_them approach you. "To what? Help me? By doing what exactly? Calling a therapist without my consent? Making an appointment without even asking me if I wanted one?"
"That's not…" but $l_they can't even continue this sentence. Because $l_they knows—or at least realizes it was a dumb move. The dumbest move, actually.
"That's exactly what you did!" Your voice rises, echoing in the silent floor. "What gave you the right to decide that for me? Who do you think you are?"
$namel's face falls. "I just thought–"
"You didn't think shit!" You cut $l_them off again, your breathing becoming erratic. God, you're so angry you could just strangle the $l_man right now. You won't, obviously. "You just decided to play hero, didn't you? Poor little $name needs help, right? Let me save $m_them because clearly $m_they can't make $m_their own decisions!"
"I never meant to hurt you, $name…"
"Well congratu-fucking-lations, you did! What's next? You gonna call my family too? Tell them I need help? Or maybe you'll just go ahead and book me into a mental hospital without my knowledge?" you spits out.
$namet shifts beside you, $t_their presence almost forgotten until now. "$l_Dad..."
"No, let $l_them speak." Your bitter laugh fills the room. "I want to hear what other brilliant ideas $l_they has about my life. C'mon, $namel. What else have you planned behind my back?"
The CEO's face crumples. "I was worried..."
"Worried?" You scoff, your voice dripping with venom. "If you were so worried, you could've talked to me. But no, you had to go behind my back like I'm some child who can't make their own choices."
"$name, please..."
You take a shaky breath, feeling the burn of angry tears in your eyes. You hate this kind of tears, being so mad and ending up crying like a fucking kid. "Next time you feel like playing savior? Don't. I don't need your help, and I sure as hell don't need your pity."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C129">><</button>>"Wait," $namel calls out, $l_their voice cracking with desperation as you take a step forward. "Please, I really thought–"
"Don't," you cut $l_them off sharply, your shoulders tensing as you keep your back turned to $l_them. "I don't wanna hear it."
$namet clears $t_their throat, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife. "$l_Dad, you have a video conference in ten minutes."
"I do, but–" $namel's voice wavers with uncertainty.
"Then you should go," $l_their $t_son interrupts firmly, $l_their usual stoic tone leaving no room for argument.
A defeated sigh escapes $namel's lips, the sound heavy with regret. "Right... $name, we'll talk later?"
"No, we won't," you reply flatly, finally turning your head just enough to shoot $l_them a cold glance. "There's nothing to talk about."
"But–"
"$namel," $namet's tone holds a warning.
You take this moment to walk away, but $namel's voice stops you again. "I just wanted to help..."
"Yeah?" You turn slightly, just enough to see $l_them from the corner of your eye. "Next time, try asking what I want instead of deciding for me."
"I know I should've–"
"Save it for someone who cares," you mutter, wanting so bad for $l_them to shut up already.
You hear $namet's voice behind you, probably addressing $t_their $l_father. "The meeting, $l_dad. You should go."
"Right..." $namel's voice sounds hollow. "Right."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C129">><</button>>$namel flinches at your words, taking a step forward. "I didn't mean to–"
"To what? To overstep? To make decisions about my mental health without consulting me?" Your voice rises slightly. "What exactly didn't you mean to do, $namel?"
"I was trying to help," $l_they says softly, $l_their light gray eyes pleading for you to understand.
You let out a scoff. "Help? By what? Ambushing me with a therapist appointment I didn't ask for?"
"$name, please–"
"No," you cut $l_them off sharply. "You don't get to 'please' me. What were you thinking? That I'd be grateful? That I'd jump into your arms saying 'oh thank you so much $namel for knowing exactly what I need without even asking me'?"
$namet shifts beside you, $t_their own features pinching in a barely-there grimace but $t_they doesn't say anything.
"I trusted you," your voice cracks slightly. "I actually thought you understood, but this?" You gesture vaguely. "This is exactly what I don't need. I don't need someone making choices for me like I'm some kind of child who can't decide for themselves."
"That wasn't my intention," $namel's voice comes out strained.
"I don't give a shit about your intention, $namel!" You run a hand through your hair in frustration. "What matters is that you went behind my back. You made an appointment with a stranger to discuss my grief without even considering how I'd feel about it."
"I just..." $namel's voice trails off, $l_their usual confident demeanor completely gone.
"You just what? Thought you knew better? Because you've been through it?" You shake your head. "News flash, $namel—your experience isn't universal. Your way of dealing with loss isn't the only way."
"I should've asked," $l_they finally admits, $l_their voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," you agree coldly. "You should have but you didn't."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C129">><</button>>"I was just trying to–" $namel starts, but you cut $l_them off with a sharp look.
"To what? Help? By going behind my back?" Your voice drips with sarcasm. "Real smooth, $namel. Real fucking smooth."
$namet shifts beside you, $t_their own features pinching in a barely-there grimace but $t_they doesn't say anything.
"Look," you continue, your voice growing colder with each word, "I get that you think you're doing something good here. But you crossed a line. You don't get to make these decisions for me."
"I wasn't–"
"You were," you interrupt again. "You absolutely were. What did you think was gonna happen? That I'd just show up to some random therapist's office you picked out and be totally cool with it?"
$namel runs a hand through $l_their black hair, $l_their gray eyes pleading. "I know someone who could help…"
"And there you go again!" You throw your hands up in exasperation. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, if I wanted therapy, I'd find one myself? Did it ever occur to you that I didn't need your help?"
"$name, please…"
"No," you shake your head, letting out another hollow laugh. "You know what's funny? I actually trusted you. But here you are, thinking you know what's best for me."
The silence that follows is deafening. $namel stands there, looking more defeated than you've ever seen $l_them, while $namet maintains $t_their stoic expression.
"I don't need fixing," you say finally, your voice quieter but no less firm. "And I definitely don't need you making appointments behind my back like I'm some kind of child who can't make their own decisions."
"I never meant to hurt you," $namel whispers, $l_their dimple nowhere to be seen as $l_their usual playful demeanor completely disappears.
"Yeah, well," you smile bitterly, "good intentions don't mean shit when you're stomping all over someone's boundaries."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C129">><</button>>But $l_they shakes $l_their head.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C129">><</button>>The playful and charming energy usually radiating from $l_them dampen as $l_they meets your gaze with a smile that doesn't reach $l_their eyes. "I'm sorry, that was crossing a line. It won't happen again."
With a nod, $namel forces another smile before heading to $l_their office, the door closing behind $l_them with a soft click.
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*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You can't help but worry. "He's gonna be okay…?"|Chap2C130]]<<else>>[[You can't help but worry. "She's gonna be okay…?"|Chap2C130]]<</if>>
*[[You scrunch your nose, that was… something.|Chap2C131]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Thanks," you tell the CFO with a sigh. "That was… not what I thought he'd do."|Chap2C132]]<<else>>[["Thanks," you tell the CFO with a sigh. "That was… not what I thought she'd do."|Chap2C132]]<</if>>
*<<if $angrytol == "yes">>[["Deciding for me was…" shitty of the CEO? Uncomfortable? Unforgivable? Maybe all of it.|Chap2C133]]<</if>>
*[[You snort. "Well, that's that."|Chap2C134]]"How can we trust you on this?"
"And where's your boss?!" another inquires.
"Have you any proof that MCC scammed you?" you ask, tone neutral.
"Your shitty products," one spits back.
"I can assure you, our products go through rigorous testing before hitting the market," you say firmly, keeping your composure despite the hostility. They won’t make you falter, not even a little bit.
"That's what they all say!" A woman with bright red hair shouts from the back.
"Then why did my daughter's face get all red and swollen?!" Another voice rises from the crowd.
You straighten your posture, addressing them directly. "If any of you experienced adverse reactions, we have a customer service department specifically dedicated to handling such situations. We take these matters very seriously."
"Oh yeah? Then why aren't they answering our calls?!"
"Because they're probably hiding like their coward of a boss!"
You resist the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. "<<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth is currently in a meeting–"
"Convenient!" Someone scoffs.
“You should give us back our money!”
<<if $hottemp == 1>>Your eye twitches. They’re starting to really get on your nerves the lot of them.<<else>>You sigh, it’s gonna take longer than expected.<</if>>
<<if $routemax == "yes">>"Should we call the cops?" Maxime stage-whispers to you. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“No clue.”<<else>>"We should call the cops, they'll handle this better than we can," Chelsea taps her finger against her leg impatiently. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“It’s the easiest way to complain about another company with so many people around.”<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C16">><</button>>Your eyes drift back to the closed door, unable to shake off the image of $namel's forced smile. It's strange seeing someone usually so full of life look so... deflated.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>You scoff internally. Here you are, worrying for people who are not supposed to deserve it. But you can't help it. It's simply how you work, how you are.
<</if>>$namet's stoic expression softens just slightly, if you weren't looking closely, you might have missed it.
"$l_They'll be fine," $t_they says, but there's something in $t_their tone that makes you wonder if $t_they's trying to convince $t_themself as much as you. "$l_They just needs to learn boundaries."
Your worried gaze doesn't leave the door. "Are you sure…?"
"$l_They'll be fine," $namet repeats again.
You want to trust those words, but $namel's face before leaving makes you doubt it. "If you say so…"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C135">><</button>><<if $angrytol == "yes">>Now slightly calmed down, you wrinkle your nose.<</if>> The whole scene leaves you with a weird feeling in your gut. That was... definitely something else. The usually confident CEO reduced to trembling lips and unshed tears, talk about a mood whiplash.
That was awkward. Not the kind of awkward where you laugh afterward but the awkward where you just want to disappear.
You purse your lips, still processing what just happened. The dramatic shift from $namel's typical playful demeanor to that defeated look was like watching someone deflate a balloon in real time. Your nose scrunches further as you replay the scene in your head.
$namet stands beside you, $t_their posture still rigid but slightly more relaxed now that the situation has been handled. The tense atmosphere lingers though.
"$l_They means well," $namet says suddenly, $t_their voice low and neutral. You glance at $t_them, surprised by the unexpected defense of $t_their $l_father<<if $angrytol == "yes">>, especially when $t_they didn't say anything when you exploded on $namel<</if>>. "But sometimes $l_they forgets not everyone wants $l_their help."
"Mh," you answer, not knowing what to answer to that.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C135">><</button>><<if $angrytol == "yes">>After all, $t_they could've defended $t_their $l_dad when you went berserk, but $t_they didn't.<</if>> You glance at $namet, whose stoic expression hasn't changed much since the whole ordeal. The silence between you two is comfortable despite what just happened, both of you processing what just happened with $namel's unexpected... therapy ambush.
<i>Seriously, who arranges a surprise therapy session?</i> you wonder, still a bit baffled by the whole situation. Though you guess it's kind of on brand for $namel to go overboard like this.
$namet shifts slightly, $t_their dark eyes fixed on $t_their $l_father's door.
"$l_They tends to be..." $t_they pauses, seemingly searching for the right word, "...excessive when $l_they cares."
There's something in $t_their tone, a mix of exasperation and understanding that makes you look at $t_them as you hum noncommittally. That's putting it lightly.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C135">><</button>>It's hard to pinpoint exactly what bothers you most. The presumption? The lack of consent? The way $l_they just... decided to take control of your healing process?
Like, who does that? You knew $l_they was pushy, just not this much. $l_They meant well, okay, well you don't care. $l_They can't just decide for you, that's a fucking big no. You can't just ambush someone with therapy, that's not how this works.
The frustration is clear in the way you shift your weight.
$namet stands beside you, $t_their presence steady and grounding. $t_Their expression remains neutral, but there's understanding in $t_their dark eyes when $t_they glances your way.
"$l_They overstepped," $t_they states simply, validating your feelings without making it bigger than it needs to be.
You nod, grateful for $t_their straightforward approach and grateful $t_they's not just, dismissing it. The whole situation leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, not quite anger—there's anger yes—but there's especially disappointment mixed with discomfort.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C135">><</button>>The words come out almost flippant, a stark contrast to the dramatic scene that just played out<<if $angrytol == "yes">>, especially after spilling your gut like this and lashing out at your boss<</if>>. The whole situation feels like a scene from some weird office sitcom, complete with the surprise therapist and emotional exit.
You just want to do your job and leave. That's as simple as that. You won't waste your time thinking about this for hours. You don't have time for this shit.
$namet glances at you, something unreadable flickering across $t_their usually stoic features. Maybe $t_they's surprised by your casual response to what just happened, or maybe $t_they's just processing the whole thing $t_themself. "Right… That was unexpected."
The office settles into its usual rhythm, like the last few minutes never happened. Though you can't help but notice how quiet $namel's office is, no usual humming or shuffling papers that typically filter through the door.
Just… silence.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C135">><</button>>"That won't happen again," $namet continues. "You have to get harsh sometimes for $l_them to understand. But $l_they's not a bad person." $t_Their gaze still on the door, $t_they adds. "$l_They's just scared you'll end up like $l_them."
Your forehead crease. End up like $l_them? What's that supposed to mean? You don't have time to ask that $namet is already walking to the elevator.
Didn't $t_they come for the missing document in the first place…?
"And your… document?" you call out.
"What you gave me was already complete," $t_they confesses, getting in the elevator and pushing the button of $t_their floor, the doors closing soon after on $t_their brief smile.
You stare at the closed doors. Did $t_they just walk with you to keep you company…? You shake your head.
Work is waiting. You don't have time to linger on these thoughts.
The rest of the day was… peaceful. $namel spent the whole day in $l_their office, not even leaving it for lunch. $namet said $t_their $l_father would be okay, so you'll trust $t_their words on that. <<if $angrytol == "yes">>You won't be the one comforting the CEO if $l_they's not okay.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C136">><</button>><b>17:06
Somewhere in Willowgreen Park</b>
You're sprawled out on the grass in a secluded corner of the park, watching as clouds drift across the darkening sky. Just taking in the view is enough to make the tension melt from your shoulders.
"Brown…" the word slips past your lips in a whisper, a soft smile forming as you remember $namee's favorite color.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C137">><</button>><i>"Brown?" you cock a brow at $namee.
"Yeah, I dunno, it's just…" $e_they shrugs, blue agate eyes looking at you in a way that spreads warmth in your chest. "…I just love this color, I dunno how to explain it."
<<if $charm == 1>><<if $eyecolor == "brown">>"Oh so you probably <i>love</i> my eyes," you smirk.<<else>>"A shame I don't have brown eyes then," you smirk.<</if>><<else>><<if $eyecolor == "brown">>"Mh, brown like my eyes?" you ask with a raised brow.<<else>>"Well, I don't have brown eyes. Guess that would've been a bonus," you shrug.<</if>><</if>>
$namee turns to face you, wearing that soft smile that always makes your heart skip. "I love you, whether your eyes are brown or red or green or black or whatever color they are."
"Smooth talker," you mutter, but a smile slowly spread on your lips as $e_they nudges you.
"What? I'm just being honest."
"You're just trying to get in my pants," you snort, though there's no real heat behind your words.
"What if I am?" $namee grins at you, $e_their hand cupping your cheek, cradling you like you're the most precious thing in $e_their eyes. "It's not just your pants, $name. I want to crawl under your skin and make a home in that heart of yours. I want everything."</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C138">><</button>>You raise your hand toward the sky, watching the brown diamond on your ring catch the light. You'd picked it knowing $e_their favorite color, knowing $e_they'd love it.
You're sure if you had bought a blue or red or black or any other color, $e_they would've been happy anyway. But this one? You knew $e_they would've absolutely <i>adored</i> it.
Your hand falls back to the grass as you let out a deep sigh, eyes closing.
Time keeps moving, and maybe things aren't the same without $e_them . Maybe there's still this hollow space in your heart where $e_they used to be. But as days pass, the pain—while still there—becomes more manageable, more bearable.
You've lost track of how long you've been lying here. But in this moment, you feel more peaceful than you have in what feels like forever, and you're not ready to head home just yet.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C139">><</button>><b>02:35
Macara Residence – Home</b>
A noise breaks through your sleep.
That annoying sound again.
Again.
And again.
And <i>again</i>.
You snap your eyes open with a groan, squinting into the darkness. <i>Not again</i>… "$catname, seriously…"
He keeps meowing in front of the door, ignoring your sleepy protests.
"You literally have your own cat door, c'mon…" you complain groggily.
He doesn't budge at first, but when you lazily pat the empty space beside you, his interest peaks. Within seconds, he's jumping onto your bed, doing his usual spin-routine before settling next to you, eyes already drooping.
"What am I gonna do with you?" you sigh, but your fingers find their way to scratch behind his ears anyway. His purring starts immediately, a soothing rumble in the quiet room. "Night, you grumpy little thing."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C140">><</button>>"Crossed signals, my ass!"
"We want refunds!"
"Give us our money back!"
"Yeah, heard you the first dozen times, buddy," you chirp.
"Look, we know you're scamming us!" A bald man with a red face shouts, his finger pointing accusingly.
"Scamming? Me?" You press a hand against your chest, feigning offense. "Sir, I'm hurt. Truly devastated. My poor heart can't take such accusations."
"Stop being dramatic!" A woman in a floral dress snaps. "We want our money back!"
"And I want a private island, but we can't always get what we want," you shrug, maintaining your cheerful demeanor. "Life's funny that way."
"This isn't a joke!" The bald man's face gets even redder.
"Really? Could've fooled me. I mean, you guys storming in here like a mob from a B-movie? Pretty hilarious if you ask me."
"We'll report you!"
"Go ahead! The number for consumer protection is right there on the wall. Want me to dial it for you? My phone's got great reception."
"You- you-" The woman splutters.
"Me, me!" You grin. "I'm loving this game. Should we try charades next?"
"This is ridiculous!" Another customer pipes up.
“You should give us back our money!”
<<if $hottemp == 1>>Your eye twitches. They’re starting to really get on your nerves the lot of them.<<else>>You sigh, it’s gonna take longer than expected.<</if>>
<<if $routemax == "yes">>"Should we call the cops?" Maxime stage-whispers to you. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“No clue.”<<else>>"We should call the cops, they'll handle this better than we can," Chelsea taps her finger against her leg impatiently. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“It’s the easiest way to complain about another company with so many people around.”<</if>>
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And another…</div>
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<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C143">><</button>><b>8:10
Melth Cosmetics Corporation – Reception</b>
Fighting back another yawn, you drag yourself into the building, still half-lost in a sleepy haze. Getting up was brutal this morning. Your bed had been way too cozy, tempting you to ditch everything and spend the day wrapped in your blankets. Duty calls and all that. You've got bills to pay and a job to do. Adult life at its finest.
<<if $morning == "grumpy">>Thank god most people learned to keep their distance during these early hours. You're definitely not winning any awards for 'Most Approachable' right now, and honestly? You're one cheerful "good morning!" away from telling someone where they can shove their enthusiasm.<<else>>You're already smiling politely at people walking by, greeting them with good mornings and such. The staff here knows you as their resident morning person, some roll their eyes at your endless pep, while others match your energy with their own bright smiles.<</if>>
<<if $routemax == "yes">>"Hey! Look who finally showed up!" Maxime chirps from their spot behind the reception desk, their face lighting up. "I got you a coffee."
"What do you want…?" you join them, standing across them with a skeptical look.
Maxime's face shifts into an exaggerated pout as they slide the steaming cup your way. "Wow, rude much? Can't I just do something nice for once?"
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*[["You can do that, you?" you tease.|Chap2CM1]]
*[[You look around to be sure it's not some kind of clone. "Where's Max?"|Chap2CM2]]
*[["You?" you cock a brow. "I find it hard to believe."|Chap2CM3]]
*[[You narrow your eyes, slowly taking the coffee as if it'll bite you if you're not careful enough.|Chap2CM4]]
*[[Your features soften. "You're right, sorry. And thanks."|Chap2CM5]]<<else>>"Ah, $name," Chelsea greets you from where she's standing at the Maxime's front desk. "Good morning."
<<if $subtle == 1>>You smile, joining them and standing next to them. "Good morning you two."<<else>>"Good morning," you hum, joining them to stand next to them.<</if>>
"Here," she murmurs, holding out a coffee.
"What? Where's mine?" Maxime sputters, eyes wide as they watch the warm drink now in your hand. "I didn't have any!"
"You can go make yourself or order one at the cafeteria," Chelsea replies with a dismissive hand.
"Talk about favoritism…" you hear the receptionist complain under their breath.
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*[["I don't mind being the favorite," you say smugly, raising your coffee to Maxime's direction before taking a sip.|Chap2CC1]]
*[["Thanks Chelsea," you smile at the stern woman.|Chap2CC2]]
*[[You nod in thanks to Chelsea, asking. "In a good mood today?"|Chap2CC3]]
*[[You blink at Chelsea then at the coffee, narrowing your eyes before nodding in thanks.|Chap2CC4]]
*[["You didn't have to," you say before adding teasingly. "You're getting soft on me, Chelsea?"|Chap2CC5]]<</if>>"You forgot your lunch, angel!" you hear an all too familiar voice exclaim behind you as footsteps echo in the space.
You look over your shoulder. "Vailyn?"
"Angel, how many times do I have to tell you not to forget your lunch?" they sigh with a shake of their head as they catch your hand gently to hand you the small container.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"For fuck's sake…" you mutter under your breath, nose scrunching, but there's no real bite. "I told you we got a cafeteria here."<<else>>"I already told you we got a cafeteria here," you sigh good-naturedly.<</if>>
"It'll never be as healthy as what I cook for you," Vailyn puffs their chest proudly, reaching out to ruffle your hair as you duck down to avoid it. "And it gives me an excuse to come visit you."
"We saw each other last night," you point out.
"Too long," they tut disapprovingly before patting your shoulder with a warm smile. "Way too long time far away from my lil angel."
You grimace. Your co-workers are giving furtive, curious glances at you. You have no doubt they heard it all. Even the petname. Vailyn is lucky you love them. Even if they're just making you lose your credibility as an assistant with all these people around.
"C'mon, I'll show you my office," you murmur, taking their wrist to drag them inside the elevator.
Chasing them away won't work. It's been weeks they were asking about seeing where you work and if everyone is kind with you and all these types of questions a worrywart parent would ask their kid.
Vailyn beams, their excitement palpable. "Great! I can't wait to see where my darling angel works their magic."
As the elevator ascends, you can feel the curious glances of your coworkers in the small space with you and Vailyn, burning into your back. You know Vailyn's loud, affectionate antics are probably the talk of the whole building right now. The news spread fast here.
Just like with $namel's shift of demeanor since that day…
Shaking your head, you murmur. "You know, you really didn't have to come all the way here just to drop off my lunch. I'm a grown adult now; I can handle taking care of myself."
Vailyn tsks, reaching up to ruffle your hair fondly and messing with them. <<if $hairlength == "short" or $hairlenght == "very short">>"Lucky for you, there's nothing much to mess with. <</if>>"Nonsense, angel. You know I worry about you. And like I said, it's the perfect excuse to come see your workspace and make sure everyone is treating you right."
You resist the urge to groan in both exasperation and fondness. "Vailyn, I promise, everyone here is perfectly nice. You don't have to go all...well, <i>you</i> on them."
"What do you mean?" they play innocent.
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*[["Remember that day when you nearly ran over that girl because she pushed me at school?" you cock a brow.|Chap2C145]]
*[[You give them a deadpan look. "You know what I mean."|Chap2C146]]
*[[You sigh good-naturedly. "I'm just saying that you don't need to show your scary side here."|Chap2C147]]
*[["Oh nothing, nothing," you grin at them. "Not like you're scary or anything when you want to be."|Chap2C148]]Vailyn's eyes light up with mischief, having no guilt at all about that certain day. Their red curls bouncing as they let out a melodious laugh. "Oh, that! Come on, angel, I wasn't actually going to hit her. I just wanted to... remind her that actions have consequences."
Your co-workers in the elevator exchange glances between them, probably wondering if they should leave at the next floor or risk staying longer with a scary Vailyn in the same space.
"You literally chased her with your car around the parking lot," you remind them, trying to keep your voice down in the elevator.
They wave a dismissive hand, their brown eyes twinkling. "Details, details. Besides, she never bothered you again, did she?" Their expression softens as they reach out to pat your cheek. "No one messes with my angel and gets away with it. Young or old."
You can't help but shake your head fondly. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Impossibly charming, you mean," they correct with a theatrical flourish. "Now, where's this boss of yours? I'd love to have a friendly chat about workplace safety and the importance of treating certain employees with the utmost respect..."
"Vailyn, no–"
"Vailyn, yes!"
"I'm serious, don't," you sigh.
They stare at you, itching to protest but in the end, they hum. "Alright, alright. Not this time then."
<i>This time?</i> You don't feel good about this statement.
The elevator dings, signaling your arrival on the fourth floor. As the doors slide open, Vailyn practically bounces out, their eyes wide with fascination as they hurry first in the large room where your front desk is.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C149">><</button>>Vailyn blinks innocently, but you can see the mischief dancing in their eyes. "Whatever do you mean, angel?"
You sigh, shaking your head in exasperation. "Vailyn, you know exactly what I'm talking about. The whole 'scary protective parent' thing you've got going on. I appreciate the sentiment, really, but scaring everyone here isn't something on my list."
"Scary? Me?" they smile warmly. "I would never."
You give them a skeptical look. "I dunno about that. You weren't scary when you 'accidentally' spilled coffee on that client who was being rude to me at my last job?"
Your co-workers in the elevator exchange glances between them, probably wondering if they should leave at the next floor or risk staying longer with a scary Vailyn in the same space.
Vailyn's eyes twinkle with barely contained mischief. "Pure coincidence, angel. Besides, that particular shade of brown really complemented his suit anyway."
You can't help but chuckle despite yourself. "Vailyn..."
"Oh alright," they concede, throwing their hands up dramatically. "I promise to be on my absolute best behavior. No threatening glares, no 'accidental' incidents."
You roll your eyes fondly. "Just try not to traumatize anyone, okay? I actually like working here."
"Fine, fine," they sigh theatrically. "I'll save my more... colorful expressions of concern for special occasions."
The elevator dings, signaling your arrival on the fourth floor. As the doors slide open, Vailyn practically bounces out, their eyes wide with fascination as they hurry first in the large room where your front desk is.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C149">><</button>>"But how else am I supposed to make sure my precious angel is treated right?" they ask with a shake of their head. "I'll behave if everyone's nice to you."
Your lips twitch. "And if they don't?"
"Then I'll just have to have a… little discussion with them," they reply with a warm smile, their hand patting the top of your head.
Your co-workers in the elevator exchange glances between them, probably wondering if they should leave at the next floor or risk staying longer with a scary Vailyn in the same space.
"Don't scare them, okay?" you tell Vailyn seriously, though a reluctant smile grace your lips. "I'm serious, Vailyn, don't."
Their warm smile takes on a slightly mischievous edge. "Angel, when have I ever scared anyone... intentionally?"
"Do you want that list alphabetically or chronologically?" you deadpan.
Vailyn lets out a melodious laugh, their red curls bouncing with the movement. "I just... encourage people to be their best selves. Especially around you, that's all. Nothing scary, really."
"By 'encourage,' you mean that thing where you smile really sweetly while somehow making people feel like they're about to star in their own personal horror movie?"
"I just have a... persuasive personality. Very persuasive one."
"Vailyn..."
"Oh, alright," they concede with an exaggerated sigh. "I promise to keep my protective instincts in check. Unless..."
You narrow your eyes. "Unless?"
"Don't worry, angel. I'll be subtle about it." But that's not really an answer.
"You? Subtle?" you can't help but laugh. "Since when?"
"I can be subtle!" they protest, though their eyes sparkle with mischief. "When I want to be. Which, admittedly, isn't often..." Their shoulders slump in disappointment at your look as they finally let out a defeated sigh. "Okay… I'll try."
The elevator dings, signaling your arrival on the fourth floor. As the doors slide open, Vailyn practically bounces out, their eyes wide with fascination as they hurry first in the large room where your front desk is.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C149">><</button>>Vailyn's eyes sparkle with mischief, their red curls bouncing as they tilt their head. "Me? Scary? Why, I'm as gentle as a lamb, angel."
"Uh-huh," you drawl, unconvinced. "Tell that to my ex-friend from high school. Pretty sure $l_they still has nightmares about you showing up at his door with that... what did you call it? 'Friendly chat'?"
Your co-workers in the elevator exchange glances between them, probably wondering if they should leave at the next floor or risk staying longer with a scary Vailyn in the same space.
They wave their hand dismissively, but their smile turns a touch wicked. "I merely expressed my concerns about his behavior in a perfectly civilized manner. It's not my fault $l_they chose to interpret my theatrical flair as threatening."
"Theatrical flair?" you snort. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
"Angel, everything in life is a performance," they say, striking a dramatic pose. "Some people just need a more... compelling show than others."
You can't help but laugh, shaking your head fondly. "Just... try to keep the drama to a minimum here, okay? I actually like this job."
"Fine, fine," they concede with an exaggerated sigh. "I'll be on my best behavior. Scout's honor."
"You were never a scout, Vailyn."
"Details, details!"
The elevator dings, signaling your arrival on the fourth floor. As the doors slide open, Vailyn practically bounces out, their eyes wide with fascination as they hurry first in the large room where your front desk is.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C149">><</button>>Trailing behind them, the doors of the elevator close, your co-workers still trying to watch the new arrival that is Vailyn.
"Oh, look at this place! It's so bright and inviting and wonderful and… did I say bright?"
"You've already said it, yes," you reply as you start showing them around. "So this is the waiting space where people wait for their meeting with $namel, this small area is for those who smoke so they can do it with the windows open. There's also a coffee machine this way…"
The more you explain what is what, the more you feel yourself getting excited, just like a kid showing their parent their best drawings. Your feet almost bouncing on the floor as you walk through the space, showing everything to Vailyn.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>Catching yourself, you scowl, as if doing so will bring back the whole intimidant demeanor you're used to show to others. "Anyway, here is my front desk."<<else>>You look over your shoulder, smiling at them. "And here is my desk."<</if>>
Vailyn clasps their hands together in delight, their eyes sparkling as they take in your workspace. "Oh, angel! Look at this! Gosh, I didn't know it'd be this… spacious. Look at you, working for a CEO!"
They immediately begin circling your desk like an excited child, examining every detail from your neat stack of papers to the small potted plant in the corner. Their red curls shifting with each movement, looking brighter with the sun showing slowly outside, as they inspect everything with theatrical enthusiasm.
"Oh my god, look at this view," they gasp, pressing their hands against the large window near your desk, something that'll probably make the cleaning staff bite their fists at the slightest trace of fingers on the glass. "You can see the whole city from here! Though..." they pause, turning to face you with a slight frown. "Is the lighting good enough for your eyes? You're not straining them, are you?"
Before you can answer, they're already adjusting your chair, testing its comfort level. "And this chair, is it ergonomic? I saw some chairs on the internet that looked more comfy. We can't have you getting back problems, angel. Oh! And do you have enough water? I see the coffee machine but there's no fridge? Or is it in another room nearby? Are they giving you proper breaks?"
"Vailyn..." you try to interrupt their mother-henning, but they're already rearranging the items on your desk to what they deem a 'more harmonious flow.'
"Shush, angel. Let me fuss. It's my job to– oh!" they suddenly stop, noticing something that catches their attention. The door at the far end of the hallway, $namel's office. "Is that your boss's office over there?"
<<if $liar == "bad">>"No?" you try to lie, knowing damn well you can't do this shit.
"No?" they echo, gaze falling on you when they turn around from where they were dangerously approaching closely to the door. A teasing smile spreads slowly on their lips. "Really? So where this door lead to then?"
"Break room," you blurt out, not even thinking before talking. You straighten, clearing your throat and repeat as if doing so would make it believable. "A break room."
"Great, I'll take a look to see if there's any fridge."
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>"Don't!" you call out, backtracking as you clear your throat one more time, straightening your outfit. "No need. I can tell you if there's a fridge or not."<<else>>"Don't!" you call out, chuckling nervously as you spread your ams. "I mean, I'm here, am I not? I can totally tell what's in there, right?"<</if>>
"$name…"
"Yes?"
Vailyn laughs, shaking their head fondly. "You've always been bad at lying. I won't get in there if that consoles you, I was just teasing you."
"Oh," you blink, shoulders relaxing as you huff a quiet chuckle. "You got me there…"
"Oh honey, you've always been like that," Vailyn smiles warmly, their eyes twinkling with mirth. "Remember that time in high school when you tried to convince everyone you didn't eat the last cookie from the jar? Your face was practically screaming guilty."
"That's not true," you protest weakly, crossing your arms. "I can lie when I want to."
"Really?" they raise an eyebrow, amusement clear in their voice. "What about that time you tried to tell your mom you were studying at my place when actually you were at that concert? You were only, what, 12?"
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You narrow your eyes as you protest. "That was was single time."<<else>>"That was one time!" you protest, eyes wide like saucer.<</if>>
"One time?" Vailyn laughs, the sound echoing in the hallway. "Angel, you called her and said 'Yes mom, I'm studying' while the band was playing in the background."
You groan, hiding your face in your hands. "I was nervous, okay?"
"And that other time when you tried to convince everyone you didn't have a crush on that $e_boy in college? Your face would turn so red every time someone mentioned $e_their name."
"Vailyn!"
"What? I'm just stating facts here. You're like an open book, sweetheart. Always have been, always will be. It's endearing actually."
"It's not endearing when I'm trying to keep a secret," you mumble.
"Which never works out anyway," they point out with a grin. "Face it, angel. Lying just isn't your strong suit. But hey, at least people know they can trust you, right?"
"I guess..." you sigh, then add with a small smile, "But I still maintain I can lie when I really want to."
"Sure, sure," Vailyn pats your shoulder, clearly not believing a word. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, angel."
You run a hand through your hair with another groan. "Ugh, let's just move on before I get second-hand embarrassment."<<elseif $liar == "deflect">>"Did I tell you about what I'm working on?" you deflect, something you're good at when you neither want to lie or tell the truth.
"No, but you can tell when I'm done checking this room," they smile warmly at you, but you see it in their eyes, they've been too used to your tactic through the years.
"But maybe it'll be more interesting than a boring room."
"I doubt it."
"How can you know?" you cock a brow, keeping your posture relaxed.
They finally stops on their track to join you back as they ruffle you hair affectionately. "Don't want to bother your boss?"
"I just wanna show my work," you deflect again.
They laugh, shaking their head fondly at your antics.
"Oh, sweetheart," they tut, giving you that knowing look they've perfected over the years. "You're doing that thing again. You know, the one where you try to redirect my attention like a magician with a shiny object?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say innocently. "I'm just really proud of my work and–"
"And there you go again," Vailyn shake their head with a warm chuckle. "You're as subtle as a disco ball in a library, angel, especially with me. I've known you long enough to spot your little deflections from a mile away."
"Maybe I just really like talking about work?" you try again, though you can feel your lips twitching with the effort not to smile. That's true, you've use that trick too many times on them for them to immediately see right through you.
They place their hands on your shoulders, their brown eyes twinkling with amusement. "And maybe I'm secretly a penguin in disguise. Come on now, what's got you so nervous about that office, hm?"
"I'm not nervous," you protest, though you can feel your voice getting a bit tighter. "The office is just... off-limits.<<if $playful3 == "yes">>Yeah, that's it. Very off-limits. Super duper off-limits.<</if>>"
"Mhm," they hum, clearly not buying it. "And I'm sure that has nothing to do with why you're practically dancing around the subject like it's a hot potato?"
"I'm not," you shake your head, hoping they'll drop the topic, at least for now.<<else>>"No, it's an empty room for a new employee who'll arrive tomorrow," you lie so smoothly you wonder why you never had any trophy for how smooth you always are at this.
Vailyn turns their attention to the door, tilting their head as they hum. "Really…?"
"Mh, but I can show you what I've been working on these days," you propose.
"I'm still a bit curious…"
"Of seeing an empty room?" you ask with a snort. "Go ahead then."
Their gaze meet yours over their shoulder as they narrow their eyes, trying to decipher the truth and lie.
You waver first, looking away as you drum your fingers against your leg. You can lie. You've always been good at it. But with people who knows you too well, with who you're close with, people you care about. It's harder to lie to their face.
"Lying?"
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>"A little," you confess with the ghost of a sheepish smile.<<else>>"A tiny bit," you confess with a sheepish smile. "Sorry?"<</if>>
A knowing smile stretches across their lips, their eyes shining with amusement. "You've always been good at this game, angel. All those years trying to catch you in a lie, and I still fall for it."
"Sorry," you mumble, rubbing the back of your neck with another sheepish smile.
"No need to apologize, angel. It's actually quite impressive how you manage to lie so smoothly," they chuckle, walking back to you. "Remember when you were trying to convince me that your coffee machine exploded because–" they make air quotes, "'a ghost tried to make coffee but didn't know how to use it'?"
You groan, covering your face with your hands. "Please, don't remind me of that. I was a kid."
"And the worst part? I actually believed you for a solid minute!" Vailyn laughs, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. "You just have this way of making everything sound so believable."
"That's because I practice in front of my mirror every morning," you joke, dropping your hands.
"Oh, do you now?" They raise an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Is that what you do instead of having breakfast?"
"You caught me. My morning routine is just me telling lies to my reflection."
They click their tongue twice as they waggle their finger at you playfully. "And here I thought all those years of theater would've made you a better person, but look at you now. A professional liar."
"I learned from the best," you say with a meaningful look their way.
"Me?" Vailyn gasps, pressing a hand to their chest in mock offense. "I would never! I'm the most honest person you'll ever meet!"
"Now who's the liar?"
You both break into laughter, the earlier tension completely dissolved. Vailyn wipe the inexistant tear under their eye as they sigh softly.<</if>>
"How is $l_they, by the way?"
You approach the couch in the waiting area on a corner of the room as you tilt your head. "You mean $namel?"
Vailyn nods, taking a seat next to you. Well, you're supposed to work right now but you've been faster at doing your work lately, so you guess ten minutes more with Vailyn won't hurt anyone.
"$namel is…"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C150">><</button>>The crowd goes quiet for a sec, trading looks while their frowns get deeper.
"We just want our mon–"
"–You're all thieve–"
"–Scammed us all–"
You wrinkle your nose. Right, because somehow getting even louder and talking over each other is totally gonna help you understand what they're trying to say. Makes perfect sense.
"Okay, okay!" You wave your hands, cutting through the noise. "Let's try this again. You–" pointing at a red-faced man in the front, "–start talking. One at a time, remember?"
"They promised us our money back!" he bursts out, jabbing a finger at the others. "Said we'd get double what we invested!"
"That's because you're all idiots who fell for–" a woman in designer clothes starts, but you shoot her a look.
"What did we <i>just</i> say about taking turns?"
She huffs, crossing her arms. "Whatever."
"Right, so investment scheme?" you prompt the first guy, even if you have no idea what he’s talking about. Did some of them come for another matter?
"Yeah! These fancy suits over here–" he gestures wildly at a group of well-dressed people, "–said it was guaranteed returns!"
"Nothing's guaranteed in life except death and taxes," mutters someone in the back.
You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Can we please stick to one person talking? I swear it's not that hard."
"Easy for you to say," snips the designer lady. "You're not the one who lost thousands!"
"And whose fault is that?" sneers a man in an expensive suit. "Should've read the fine print, darling."
"Did you seriously just 'darling' me? In this economy?"
“You should give us back our money!”
<<if $hottemp == 1>>Your eye twitches. They’re starting to really get on your nerves the lot of them.<<else>>You sigh, it’s gonna take longer than expected.<</if>>
<<if $routemax == "yes">>"Should we call the cops?" Maxime stage-whispers to you. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“No clue.”<<else>>"We should call the cops, they'll handle this better than we can," Chelsea taps her finger against her leg impatiently. “It looks like some got a problem with another company.”
“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what they’re doing here,” you sigh.
“It’s the easiest way to complain about another company with so many people around.”<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C16">><</button>>"Pushy," Vailyn finishes for you. "That's what Ekissa told me at least." Taking a more serious expression on their face, their tone shifts to a colder one. "Should I have a talk with $l_them? I know you don't want me to ruin anything with your new job, but I could… I don't know, set $l_them straight?"
That's definitely not something that'd go smoothly. $namel stays your boss before all. And $l_they left you alone since the argument with $namet. $namel is so distant now that you wonder if all $l_they did the past months was real or if it was just your imagination.
<<if $LL >= 6>>You didn't like it then, you don't like it now. <<if $angrytol == "yes">>You didn't forget what $l_they did and you won't lie, you're still pretty upset and angry and sad and so many complex emotions swirling inside you, but…<</if>> This wall $l_they created overnight? That's… That's not what you thought he'd do. $l_They apologized, gosh, you don't know how many times $l_they apologized when you just wanted to have a casual conversation. But these walls $l_they created, they're still here and you don't know how to breach them, you don't even know how to reach them.
<</if>>There's not a single moment where you don't hear something else than "sorry" from $l_them. Casual conversations, teasing, playful banter, coming for dinner, every little thing $l_they did are gone. Now it's like you're back to square one, you're $l_their neighbor and employee, nothing less nothing more.
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*[[You wave dismissively with a forced smile. "Nah… It's okay, I think my boss had enough scold as it is."|Chap2C151]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $angrytol == "yes">><<if $genderrol == "man">>[["I want to say yes but…" you shake your head, rubbing the back of your neck with a sigh. "I think he understood that he fucked up."|Chap2C152]]<<else>>[["I want to say yes but…" you shake your head, rubbing the back of your neck with a sigh. "I think she understood that she fucked up."|Chap2C152]]<</if>><</if>>
*<<if $angrytol == "yes">><<if $genderrol == "man">>[["God knows he'd deserve it," you grit your teeth, can't helping the growing frustration in your voice. "But his kid already did that, I did that too. I put Leon in his place. And I can't just push the knife into the wound."|Chap2C153]]<<else>>[["God knows she'd deserve it," you grit your teeth, can't helping the growing frustration in your voice. "But her kid already did that, I did that too. I put Luna in her place. And I can't just push the knife into the wound."|Chap2C153]]<</if>><</if>>
*<<if $angrytol == "no" or $angrytol == "dunno">><<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You shake your head. "No need, I think he knows already he messed up."|Chap2C154]]<<else>>[[You shake your head. "No need, I think she knows already she messed up."|Chap2C154]]<</if>><</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["He's not the same now," you frown slightly. "He barely talks to me."|Chap2C155]]<<else>>[["She's not the same now," you frown slightly. "She barely talks to me."|Chap2C155]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["He called a therapist without telling me," you murmur as you sigh. "Do you think it was a bad move?"|Chap2C156]]<<else>>[["She called a therapist without telling me," you murmur as you sigh. "Do you think it was a bad move?"|Chap2C156]]<</if>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>"About what $l_they did?" Vailyn watches you with a knowing look.
"Ekissa again?" you guess but you already know the answer.
Vailyn nods. "$j_They loves throwing people under the bus when people just happen to hurt you."
"No wonder you two get along," you snort, lowering your gaze to your knees. "$namel's been a bit… distant these past weeks."
<<if $LL >= 6>>"Does it bother you…?"
You swallow, playing dumb. "What?"
"$namel being distant," they continue, frowning with concern. "Does it bother you?"
You scratch your neck absently. You don't want to answer this. You don't want to look too close into these growing feelings. "I just… I guess I'm just not used to it."
"That doesn't answer my question," they murmur.
"I know…"<<elseif $LL <= 6>>"Does it bother you, $name?"
You raise your head to meet their gaze. "What?"
"$namel being distant," they continue curiously. "Does it bother you?"
You roll your lips together. That's a good question. You don't know the answer and you don't think you want to know that answer. "Maybe? Probably? I don't know."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C157">><</button>>"Mh, about what $l_they did with the whole therapist thing?" Vailyn supplies as they lean against the back of the couch.
You can't help a soft snort. "Lemme guess, Ekissa?"
"Bingo," they reply with a soft laugh. But the laugh dies soon enough, leaving a silence. They add gently. "You were angry, weren't you?"
A brief smile appear on your face but there's no mirth in it. "Yeah… This was not the smarter move $l_they pulled."
"Understandable," they agree with a hum.
"$l_They meant well," you add before shaking your head. "But I just… can't help it. It's like $l_they didn't even think how I'd feel about it. $l_They decided for me, $l_they didn't let me have any choice on the matter. And now, now $l_they's all distant when I should be the one being distant."
You frown, pursing your lips. Vailyn tilt their head to catch your gaze. "Do you miss $l_their company?"
<<if $LL >= 6>>"That's the thing," your frown deepen as you lower your gaze. "$l_They fucked up and I'm still here, wondering if $l_they's okay, wondering if all this… polite smiles and distance will always stay like this."
Vailyn sighs softly, nodding at your words. "I see… Maybe $l_they needs time to readjust."
"Maybe…" you hum but you don't believe these words.<<else>>You shrug. You don't really know about this. Sure you're angry, and yeah, $namel crossed the line. But do you miss $l_them? You have no idea so only the shrug will be enough as a response for now.
Vailyn sighs softly, nodding at your words. "I see… Maybe $l_they needs time to readjust."
"Maybe…" you hum.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C157">><</button>>Vailyn looks at you with concern, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay? It's been a while since the whole incident with $namel, and it seems like it's still affecting you."
You let out a sigh, leaning back against the couch. "I thought I was, but seeing how distant $namel is now, it's hard not to be affected. I don't know, I feel like I should be the one being distant instead of $l_them but at the same time, I feel like $l_they tries again to make it more comfortable for me. I feel like I'm the bad guy and that's just…"
You groan, tilting your head back to stare at the ceiling. Vailyn nods sympathetically. "I see… But maybe $namel is just taking some time to reflect on $l_their actions. Have you tried talking to $l_them about it?"
You shake your head. "I don't know what to say. I'm still mad at $l_them, but I also don't want to ruin the working relationship we have. It's a tricky situation."
Vailyn hums. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to or want me to talk to $namel, I'm here for you. I'm sure I can help with whatever troubles finding you."
You give them a small smile, grateful to have them by your side. "Thank you, I really appreciate it. I'll think about it."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C157">><</button>>"Could always make sure of it," Vailyn throws you a warm smile your way.
You roll your eyes. "You'll only scare $l_them."
Vailyn hums. "You know, sometimes people pull away not because they want to, but because they think they should. Maybe $l_they's trying to protect you in $l_their own misguided way." They pause, offering you a small smile. "Or maybe I'm just being too optimistic again."
You give them a small smile. "Probably a bit of both."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C157">><</button>>Vailyn hums. "You know, sometimes people pull away not because they want to, but because they think they should. Maybe $l_they's trying to protect you in $l_their own misguided way." They pause, offering you a small smile. "Or maybe I'm just being too optimistic again."
"I don't know…" you shrug, scratching your neck absently. "I mean, at least now $l_they's not nosy anymore…"
"Have you tried reaching out? Or is $l_they completely shutting you out?"
You shake your head. "Both. I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I did try to have a casual discussion but all $l_they does is apologize.
"Ah," Vailyn nods slowly. "Tricky, isn't it?"
"Mh…"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C157">><</button>>"Ekissa told me about it," Vailyn nods slowly.
You have no doubt $j_they talked about it to Vailyn to complain and curse at $namel for being a dumbass. You wouldn't be surprised if $j_they even had a conversation about it with $namel.
"I think it was and wasn't a bad move," Vailyn continues. "From what Ekissa told me, $namel is someone nosy but $l_they always meant well. $namel probably thought it would've helped you with $namee." they purse their lips. "But the least $l_they could do was telling, asking you. Giving you the choice. This is a decision you only have to do. Not everyone wants to talk about their problem to therapists. Not everyone heals the same way. Maybe you just need time, or maybe talking with people close to you will help, or maybe talking to therapist could also help you. No one can know more than you know yourself."
They rub your back with soothing circles. "All we could and should do is let you lead the pace and support you in whatever decision you come out with."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C157">><</button>>"$name," $namel's voice echoes, making you glance up, only realizing now that $l_they's standing nearby, the side of $l_their body leaning against the wall with a pile of papers in $l_their right hand.
$l_Their shoulders are as stiff as what you're used seeing these past weeks, expression nor warm or cold. $l_Their expression is not even stoic, it's just… carefully polite.
You get up, fixing the wrinkles of your clothes. Now $l_they'll probably think you're slacking off. "Yes?"
"You must be $namel," Vailyn follows suit, getting up and walking to the old $l_man to hold out their hand. "I'm Vailyn."
"Vailyn," the CEO nods slowly, a small crease on $l_their forehead proving that $l_they has no idea who's Vailyn is. "It's nice to meet you."
Just that little detail, the fact that $l_they doesn't know Vailyn is just evidence. $l_They didn't ask $l_their $t_son, didn't ask Ekissa or even Athiel to know how you fare. The $namel you knew would've asked around to know the news, the gossip, or just to know how you are, if everything's okay.
<<if $LL >= 6>>$l_They didn't… Your fist clenches slightly at your side. It's dumb. $l_They was so pushy before and it's like you were too used to this nosy $namel. Being nosy with $l_them mean caring. Does it mean $l_they doesn't care anymore about you?
<</if>>$namel focuses back on you, raising a pile of papers but before $l_they can utter a word, Vailyn clears their throat. "Well, I'll leave you to your work, I took too much of my angel's time."
Offering you a last warm smile, they head to the elevator, leaving $namel and you alone in the room. $namel's shoulders stiffens by minute as $l_they clears $l_their throat. "You…"
You wait. Nothing else leaves $l_their mouth. $l_They shakes $l_their head and tries again but this time, you've got the impression that it wasn't what $l_they wanted to say. "I've got these documents for $namet, can you go deliver these for me, please?"
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*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You bite your lips, your gaze fixed on the papers he holds out for you. "Leon… Can we talk?"|Chap2C158]]<<else>>[[You bite your lips, your gaze fixed on the papers she holds out for you. "Luna… Can we talk?"|Chap2C158]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You reach out for the papers but instead of taking them, you wrap your fingers around his wrist gently. "Do I have to pull the truth out of you, or will you tell me why you're acting like this?"|Chap2C159]]<<else>>[[You reach out for the papers but instead of taking them, you wrap your fingers around her wrist gently. "Do I have to pull the truth out of you, or will you tell me why you're acting like this?"|Chap2C159]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Is this gonna be thing?" you ask, crossing your arms. "You being all distant, is this gonna be a thing?"|Chap2C160]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["We need to talk," you hold his gaze, tone brooking no argument.|Chap2C161]]<<else>>[["We need to talk," you hold her gaze, tone brooking no argument.|Chap2C161]]<</if>>
*[[Your expression softens as you sigh with a weak nod.|Chap2C162]]
*[[You nod, taking the documents and leaving.|Chap2C163]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>"We… We've got work, $name," $namel says, forcing a smile. "Maybe later?"
You know there won't be any "later" if you don't have a talk right now, so you shake your head. "You say that now…"
$namel's eyes flicker away from yours, $l_their grip tightening slightly on the papers. There's a moment of tense silence. Just when you think $l_they'll stay quiet until you leave, $l_they lets out a quiet breath. "I don't think..."
You bite back a grimace of disappointment. You thought maybe $l_they'd say yes. Usually $l_they's so fast to agree and accept practically everything you propose.
"Please," you cut $l_them off softly. "Just... five minutes. That's all I'm asking for. We need to talk, $namel."
$l_Their shoulders sag slightly, the carefully constructed professional facade cracking just a bit. $l_They glances around the empty room before nodding towards $l_their office. "Five minutes."
Once inside $l_their office, $namel places the papers on $l_their desk, but remains standing, keeping that careful distance between you both. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words.
<<if $LL >= 6>>"I miss you," you finally admit, voice barely above a whisper. Freezing by your own words, you clarify with a clear of your throat. "I miss my friend. My neighbor who'd show up at my door with the lamest excuses just to chat. The person who'd make me laugh even on my worst days."
$namel's expression tightens, a flash of something vulnerable crossing $l_their face before $l_they masks it with a forced chuckle.
"It's better this way, $name. Trust me. After everything that happened? After how I..." $l_They trails off, running a hand through $l_their hair. "I crossed too many lines. I pushed too hard, wanted too much." $l_They shakes $l_their head. "I went too far and I needed someone reminding me of your boundaries."<<else>>"You've been avoiding me," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "I miss my neighbor, $namel. My neighbor who'd show up at my door with the lamest excuses just to chat. The person who'd make me laugh even on my worst days."
$namel's expression tightens, a flash of something vulnerable crossing $l_their face before $l_they masks it with a forced chuckle.
"It's better this way, $name. Trust me. After everything that happened? After how I..." $l_They trails off, running a hand through $l_their hair. "I crossed too many lines." $l_They shakes $l_their head. "I went too far and I needed someone reminding me of your boundaries."<</if>>
<i>Better this way.</i> For fucksake, you feel like you're in some sort of cliché, cheesy movie. <<if $cheesy == "yes">>You're a sappy one, yeah, but you prefer the happy cheesy way, not this– whatever this is.<<elseif $cheesy == "no">>This is literally the best way to make you cringe.<<else>>While most of the time you don't mind and don't care about sappy things or not, you'd rather experience happy cheesy things instead of this– whatever this is.<</if>>
$l_They walks to the door, and you know what $l_they's about to do, to put an end to this conversation before it even truly begins. Your hand catches $l_their wrist before you can't stop yourself.
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*<<if $angrytol == "yes">>[["Don't I got a choice?" you clench your jaw. "Are you gonna choose again for me?"|Chap2MOMLL1]]<<elseif $angrytol == "dunno">>[[You roll your lips together. "I wasn't mad. So can you stop avoiding me like I'm the plague."|Chap2MOMLL2]]<<else>>[["Don't do this," you murmur with a worried frown. "C'mon, don't shut me off like this. I didn't even care about all of this!"|Chap2MOMLL3]]<</if>>
*[[You huff a mirthless chuckle. "So what? We're gonna act like strangers now?"|Chap2MOMLL4]]
*[["What?" you frown. "But what if I don't want this?"|Chap2MOMLL5]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>$namel's breath catches slightly at the contact, $l_their gaze dropping to where your fingers circle $l_their wrist. For a split second, $l_their carefully constructed mask cracks, revealing a flash of vulnerability before $l_they tries to school $l_their features back to the polite smile $l_they's been giving non-stop these past weeks.
"I..." $l_they starts, then stops, swallowing hard. $l_Their eyes dart to the elevator where Vailyn just left, then back to your face. The slight tremor in $l_their hand betrays $l_their composure as $l_they chuckles light-heartedly, the sound so fake to your own ears. "I'm not acting like anything, $name. I'm just... being professional."
"This isn't being professional, you're distant with me," you protest, finger pressing against $l_their pulse.
You can feel it racing under your fingers<<if $LL >= 6>>, can see the way $l_they's fighting not to lean into your touch. It's been weeks since you've been this close, and the familiar scent of $l_their <<if $genderrol == "man">>cologne<<else>>perfume<</if>> makes your heart ache with how much you've missed even these small moments.
<</if>>"This <i>is</i> professional," $namel retorts, another fake laugh tearing its way out of $l_their throat.
You huff, your grip tightening ever so slightly. "Is that what we're calling avoidance these days?"
$namel's jaw clenches, and for a moment, you see a glimpse of the man who used to tease you relentlessly, who'd show up at your door with the flimsiest excuses just to see you smile, just to annoy you, just to have those playful banters together. But then $l_they draws in a shaky breath, and you can practically see the walls going back up.
"$name, please... Let's just go back to work, yeah?" $l_their voice is barely above a whisper, rough with emotion $l_they's trying desperately to contain. "This conversation can wait later."
"It can't." you reply firmly. "Just... five minutes. That's all I'm asking for. We need to talk, $namel."
$l_Their shoulders sag slightly, the carefully constructed professional facade cracking just a bit. $l_They glances around the empty room before nodding towards $l_their office. "Five minutes."
Once inside $l_their office, $namel places the papers on $l_their desk, but remains standing, keeping that careful distance between you both. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words.
<<if $LL >= 6>>"I miss you," you finally admit, voice barely above a whisper. Freezing by your own words, you clarify with a clear of your throat. "I miss my friend. My neighbor who'd show up at my door with the lamest excuses just to chat. The person who'd make me laugh even on my worst days."
$namel's expression tightens, a flash of something vulnerable crossing $l_their face before $l_they masks it with a forced chuckle.
"It's better this way, $name. Trust me. After everything that happened? After how I..." $l_They trails off, running a hand through $l_their hair. "I crossed too many lines. I pushed too hard, wanted too much." $l_They shakes $l_their head. "I went too far and I needed someone reminding me of your boundaries."<<else>>"You've been avoiding me," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "I miss my neighbor, $namel. My neighbor who'd show up at my door with the lamest excuses just to chat. The person who'd make me laugh even on my worst days."
$namel's expression tightens, a flash of something vulnerable crossing $l_their face before $l_they masks it with a forced chuckle.
"It's better this way, $name. Trust me. After everything that happened? After how I..." $l_They trails off, running a hand through $l_their hair. "I crossed too many lines." $l_They shakes $l_their head. "I went too far and I needed someone reminding me of your boundaries."<</if>>
<i>Better this way.</i> For fucksake, you feel like you're in some sort of cliché, cheesy movie. <<if $cheesy == "yes">>You're a sappy one, yeah, but you prefer the happy cheesy way, not this– whatever this is.<<elseif $cheesy == "no">>This is literally the best way to make you cringe.<<else>>While most of the time you don't mind and don't care about sappy things or not, you'd rather experience happy cheesy things instead of this– whatever this is.<</if>>
$l_They walks to the door, and you know what $l_they's about to do, to put an end to this conversation before it even truly begins. Your hand catches $l_their wrist before you can't stop yourself.
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*<<if $angrytol == "yes">>[["Don't I got a choice?" you clench your jaw. "Are you gonna choose again for me?"|Chap2MOMLL1]]<<elseif $angrytol == "dunno">>[[You roll your lips together. "I wasn't mad. So can you stop avoiding me like I'm the plague."|Chap2MOMLL2]]<<else>>[["Don't do this," you murmur with a worried frown. "C'mon, don't shut me off like this. I didn't even care about all of this!"|Chap2MOMLL3]]<</if>>
*[[You huff a mirthless chuckle. "So what? We're gonna act like strangers now?"|Chap2MOMLL4]]
*[["What?" you frown. "But what if I don't want this?"|Chap2MOMLL5]]<b>18:46
Melth Cosmetics Corporation – 4th floor, $namel's office</b>
You stretch, your arms above your head with a groan. <i>Finally</i>, the crowds left minutes ago. The authority had difficulties to make them all leave, but they did it. You're convinced it was more because they started to get hungry rather than leaving because they were forced. Hell, half of them were just here to complain about the company next to yours, thinking MCC was tied to that other business.
In any case, they're gone now.
"Vero? Nah, I don't think it's her," $namel shakes $l_their head from where $l_they's slumped in $l_their desk chair, fingers running through $l_their <<if $genderrol == "woman">>long<<else>>short<</if>> dark hair.
"I still think someone you know is behind this," $namet insists from $t_their spot by the window, arms crossed as $t_they stares out at the city. "We've never had issues before. Why start now?"
"Yeah, I think so too," $namel sighs good-naturedly, letting $l_their head fall back to stare at the ceiling. “I don't know, maybe they felt like now was the good time."
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*[["Guys," you interrupt them, wrinkling your nose. "Can I leave?"|Chap2C17]]
*[[You wait, hesitant to ask if you can leave or not.|Chap2C18]]
*[["Maybe someone's just pulling a copycat move for quick cash?" you throw out there with a shrug.|Chap2C19]]
*[[You shift your gaze between them, your brain too tired to keep up with the conversation.|Chap2C20]]
*[["How about we talk about this tomorrow?" you propose with a soft smile.|Chap2C21]]$namel's polite expression falters for a brief moment, a flicker of something raw and vulnerable crossing $l_their features before $l_they masks it again. $l_Their grip on the papers tightens just slightly, creating small creases at the corners.
"I don't know what you mean," $l_they says, but $l_their voice lacks its usual confidence. It's almost clinical, rehearsed. Not the playful $namel you've come to know. All seems fake to you now. "I'm simply maintaining appropriate workplace boundaries."
"Workplace boundaries," you repeat flatly. "Right. Because that's totally what this is about."
$l_Their eyes dart away from yours, focusing on some point over your shoulder. "We should keep things professional, $name. It's better this way."
"Better for who exactly?" you challenge, but $l_they just extends the papers further towards you, a clear attempt to end the conversation.
"$namet needs these documents," $l_they says quietly, deliberately sidestepping your question. "Please."
That single word 'please' sounds almost like a plea. Not for you to take the papers, but for you to drop this conversation, to let $l_them retreat back behind $l_their carefully constructed walls.
"No," you narrow your eyes. "$namel, look at me."
$l_They doesn't.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
Silence.
You clench your jaw. "$namel."
"I fucked up," $l_they murmurs as another laugh—this time devoid of any mirth—echoes in the space. "I thought I was doing a good job at showing that I care but it was all for nothing. My $t_son got angry and you…" $l_they shakes $l_their hand. "It wasn't my place to decide, it wasn't my place at all but I still did it."
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"You made a choice in my place, called a therapist without telling me and now you got the nerves to avoid me?" your tone carry an edge of frustration. "I should be the one avoiding you and keeping my distance, why do you act like the victim when you're not?!"
You know you're being harsh, you know there's no black and white and you know snapping at $l_them won't solve anything, but since the day where $l_they fucked up, you've been bottling up your anger, frustration and whatever emotions you're feeling right now about this whole ordeal.<<else>>"You're making this situation more difficult than it has to be, $namel," you frown at $l_them. "<<if $angrytol == "no">>I don't care about this. What's so difficult to understand? What you did, I don't care about it.<<else>>I… I don't know how to feel about this but avoiding this whole situation won't arrange anything. Stop running away, $namel.<</if>>"<</if>>
"It's better we keep our distance."
$l_Their words rings final. Your brows twitch, hand letting go of $l_their wrist you didn't notice you were grabbing. "$namel, stop doing this."
"Doing what? I messed up and I think us keeping it professional would be better," $namel forces a smile, $l_their dimple showing off but it looks all fake. "I'm sorry for what I did, $name. I forgot my place, I was always just a neighbor in the first place. I meant well but it came out all wrong."
"Again with the sorrys," you run a hand through your $hairlength hair with mounting frustration.
"I don't know what else to say…" a sheepish smile makes its way to $l_their lips. "What I did was wrong.<<if $angrytol == "yes">> You have every right to be angry at me.<</if>>"
What are you supposed to do? Force $l_them to stop beating $l_themself up?
You shake your head, taking the documents in $l_their hand and walking to the door, opening it. "I should deliver this.<<if $angrytol == "yes">> We can't have a fucking conversation right now anyway.<</if>>"
Without waiting for $l_their answer, you leave.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>$namel's shoulders tense further, if that's even possible. The way $l_their jaw clenches tells you $l_they's fighting an internal battle, probably between running away and staying.
$l_Their eyes, usually so expressive, are carefully guarded now.
"There's nothing to talk about," $l_they says, but $l_their voice lacks conviction. The papers in $l_their hand crinkle slightly as $l_their grip tightens. "We both have work to do."
"No," you stand your ground. "You don't get to do this. You don't get to completely change how you act around me and expect me to just accept it without an explanation."
Something flickers in $l_their expression—pain? Definitely guilt—before $l_they tries to school $l_their features back to that distant politeness. There's the smiles, but not the one you're used to see from $l_them.
You can see the cracks in $l_their facade, the way $l_their free hand fidgets slightly at $l_their side.
"$name..." $l_they starts, then stops, looking almost lost. $l_They tries to laugh lightly, but it rang fake. "This isn't the time or place–"
"Then when is?" you cut $l_them off. "Because every time I try to talk to you, you find some excuse to leave or make sure to stay busy all day. How long are you planning to keep this up?"
The silence that follows is heavy with all the things left unsaid between you. $namel stands there, looking like $l_they's torn between speaking and fleeing, the papers still held out like a shield between you.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"You made a choice in my place, called a therapist without telling me and now you got the nerves to avoid me?" your tone carry an edge of frustration. "I should be the one avoiding you and keeping my distance, why do you act like the victim when you're not?!"
You know you're being harsh, you know there's no black and white and you know snapping at $l_them won't solve anything, but since the day where $l_they fucked up, you've been bottling up your anger, frustration and whatever emotions you're feeling right now about this whole ordeal.<<else>>"You're making this situation more difficult than it has to be, $namel," you frown at $l_them. "<<if $angrytol == "no">>I don't care about this. What's so difficult to understand? What you did, I don't care about it.<<else>>I… I don't know how to feel about this but avoiding this whole situation won't arrange anything. Stop running away, $namel.<</if>>"<</if>>
"It's better we keep our distance."
$l_Their words rings final. Your brows twitch, hand letting go of $l_their wrist you didn't notice you were grabbing. "$namel, stop doing this."
"Doing what? I messed up and I think us keeping it professional would be better," $namel forces a smile, $l_their dimple showing off but it looks all fake. "I'm sorry for what I did, $name. I forgot my place, I was always just a neighbor in the first place. I meant well but it came out all wrong."
"Again with the sorrys," you run a hand through your $hairlength hair with mounting frustration.
"I don't know what else to say…" a sheepish smile makes its way to $l_their lips. "What I did was wrong.<<if $angrytol == "yes">> You have every right to be angry at me.<</if>>"
What are you supposed to do? Force $l_them to stop beating $l_themself up?
You shake your head, taking the documents in $l_their hand and walking to the door, opening it. "I should deliver this.<<if $angrytol == "yes">> We can't have a fucking conversation right now anyway.<</if>>"
Without waiting for $l_their answer, you leave.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>There's a flash of something in $namel's eyes, regret maybe, or relief, you can't quite tell anymore. These days, reading $l_them feels like trying to decipher a book in a language you thought you knew, only to find all the words have been changed and replaced by another complete different language.
You reach for the papers. The distance between you feels both physical and metaphorical, just a few feet of space that somehow feels like miles. The $namel who used to find any excuse to be in your personal space, who'd dramatically drape $l_themself over your desk just to make you laugh, who'd come at your place to make dinner to cheer you up, all of it seems like a distant memory now.
Something broke, and you're not sure you want to fix it or to let it be.
$l_They lingers for a moment, like there's something else $l_they wants to say. $l_Their lips part slightly, but then $l_they just offers that same polite, empty smile that's become $l_their default expression around you lately.
"Thank you," $l_they says softly, already turning away. Each step $l_they takes echoes in the quiet space, the sound of $l_their retreating footsteps feeling oddly final.
$l_They stops on $l_their track, looking over $l_their shoulder with a sad smile. "And sorry again."
<i>Sorry</i>, again with the apologies. $l_They keeps doing it without even hearing you out.
You stand there, documents in hand, watching $l_their back as $l_they disappears down the hallway. It's becoming a familiar sight, $namel walking away, leaving you with more questions than answers.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>Your footsteps echo in the hallway as you walk away, the weight of the papers in your hands feeling heavier than they should.
Each step creates more distance between you and $namel, and you can't help but wonder if this is how it's going to be from now on, just passing each other in hallways, exchanging documents, speaking in careful, measured tones. Keeping it professional, just like strangers.
You really don't know what to think about this. Should it be better like this? A $namel minding $l_their own business, leaving you alone, keeping you at arm length, stopping with all the teasing, stopping being so damn pushy.
Maybe it's better for you? Maybe that's what you need to deal with your grief.
The familiar path to $namet's office has never felt longer. Your mind drifts to all those times $namel would use these exact documents as an excuse to walk with you, dramatically recounting some ridiculous story just to see you smile.
Now, the silence of your solo journey feels deafening.
You can almost picture $l_them still standing there, watching you leave with that carefully polite expression $l_they's perfected lately. It's strange how someone can be so physically present yet feel so far away at the same time. The $namel who used to light up rooms with $l_their presence, who'd find any excuse to be around you, seems like a character from a different story now.
You sigh. The papers rustle slightly in your grip as you continue walking, each step taking you further from the $l_man who's become a stranger in familiar skin.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>When the doors of the elevator close, you clutch the documents against your chest.
A bad feeling again. It's been growing these past weeks but you still don't know what to make of this.
Wrinkles appear between your brows as you stare idly at the number changing up the doors. You have this bad feeling, something twisting your insides.
Are you gonna die in an elevator?
When the doors open to the CFO's floor, you step out of it.
Nothing.
You shake your head. You're being crazy. You just need rest. Yes, that's all there is. Just need to sleep because you're tired.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C165">><</button>><b>10:03
Macara Residence – Home</b>
You blink at the person in front of you. Is that why you were having this bad feeling? Are you so used to shit that now you can sense them like some kind of power? You snort inwardly. You wish.
"Juliet," you greet the woman standing on your porch, her chin lifted high, just like Athiel does when $a_they wants to make a point of showing they're above everyone.
"$name," she greets you back, the sound so restrained you wonder if she's been forced to come here in the first place.
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*[["And what the fuck are you doing here?" you skip the niceties.|Chap2C166]]
*[["Fancy seeing you here," you give your all to throw her the most fake smile you can muster.|Chap2C167]]
*[[You stare at her. "What do you want?"|Chap2C168]]
*[[You try to smile, keeping this polite. "It's… nice to see you."|Chap2C169]]
*[[You just narrow your eyes at her.|Chap2C170]]After what happened last time, you're not exactly in the mood to play nice with the woman who thought it was okay to slap you and blame you for $namee's death.
Juliet's perfectly manicured hand twitches at her side, her ocean blue agate eyes—so similar to $namee's—narrowing slightly at your tone. For a split second, you think she might turn around and leave, or just snap at you. Her look screams "mind your tone with me", but instead, she straightens her spine even more, if that's possible.
"I came to..." she starts, then stops, like the words physically pain her to say. "To apologize."
You almost want to laugh. The way she says it, like she's choking on glass, makes it crystal clear this isn't her idea. Someone put her up to this, and you'd bet good money it wasn't Athiel—$a_they'd rather eat dirt than suggest $a_their mother apologize to you, even if $a_they has principles, $a_their mother stays more important than you.
"Apologize," you echo flatly. Right, because saying it as if she's dying will immediately make you want to forgive her.
"For my... behavior," she continues, each word coming out more strained than the last. "It was... inappropriate of me to act that way."
<i>Inappropriate</i>. Right. Because slapping someone and blaming them for their $e_boyfriend's death is just <i>inappropriate</i>. Like wearing black for a wedding or something equally trivial. You can practically taste the insincerity dripping from every syllable.
"Who forced you?" you watch her expression hardening slightly when she realizes you won't forgive her just because she said "sorry".
"Nobody forced me," she snaps before catching herself as she clears her throat and forces a wonderful fake smile. She's on edge, you can see it. You're sure if you push just a little bit, she's gonna explode.
You've known her for years, know her well enough to notice the way she's containing her true nature. The little demon is just beneath the surface; you only need to scratch it lightly to see it.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"You're lying," you snort with a shake of your head. "Look at you, being all nice. Of course you're lying."<<else>>"You're lying," you sigh, a headache growing behind your eyes.<</if>>
"I'm <i>not</i>." She grits her teeth, her smile cracking and oh so slowly disappearing just right under your eyes. "I'm apologizing, why do you have to make it difficult for both of us?"
You tilt your head. You didn't know apologizing was "making it difficult". There's nothing difficult about apologizing when she hit you and kept shouting about you being the only culprit of $namee's accident and death.
"Who forced you, Juliet," you repeat.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you're not being honest."
"And? I'm apologizing!"
Here we go. The crazy Juliet shows her true nature. You didn't need much to make her snap.
"Mom…?"
Your eyes snap to Athiel over your shoulder as $a_they approaches to stand next to you.
"Honey, it's been weeks I didn't see you," Juliet exclaims softly, her whole demeanor switching to a gentler side. She reaches out for $a_their hand but $a_they dodges it. "Why didn't you visit us anymore…?"
You want to scoff at her. So $a_they has to pay for everything for them <i>and</i> force $a_themself to visit people like her? What a joke.
Athiel's ocean blue eyes narrow slightly as $a_they crosses $a_their arms. The gesture is so defensive, so unlike $a_their usual cocky demeanor, that it catches you off guard.
"Because I don't want to," $a_they replies without hesitation. "What are you doing here, mom? Came to make it worse and ask for a round two?"
Juliet's perfect mask cracks completely, her features twisting with something between hurt and anger. "I wasn't in my right mind that day! I was… I was grieving, I still am! And $m_they–"
Athiel frowns at $a_their mother, something unreadable crossing $a_their features as $a_they scoffs.
"And what?" Athiel's voice turns sharp, cutting through $a_their mother's excuses like a knife. "What exactly did $name do? Love $namee? Be there for $e_them? Cry for $e_them?" $a_They lets out a bitter laugh. "Because that's such a crime, right?"
The silence that follows is deafening. Juliet's mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water, clearly not expecting this reaction from her youngest child. You did <i>not</i> expect it either, if you're being honest.
"I..." Juliet starts, her voice trembling slightly. "I just wanted to apologize."
"No," Athiel shakes $a_their head, and there's something tired in $a_their expression. "You wanted to get whoever sent you here off your back. That's not the same thing, mom. Was it dad?"
"I came here because I wanted to," she protests weakly.
"Was it dad?" $a_they repeats simply, eyebrows raised expectantly.
She rubs her arm. "I…"
"Was it him or not? Yes or no?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C171">><</button>>Your tone is probably as plastic as her designer handbag, but hey, if she's gonna play pretend, so can you. Two can play this game and you're not in the mood to hear another "it's your fault".
The corners of her mouth twitch downward at your obvious sarcasm. Good. You hope it stings just as much as that slap did. Not that it really hurt much anyway. It was as if a kid slapped you, it does sting, just not as much as your father's slaps.
Juliet shifts slightly, her perfectly pressed outfit rustling with the movement, and you can see how much she'd rather be anywhere else right now. Her expression is literally screaming "mind your tone with me" and you didn't even say much yet.
"I came to..." she pauses, like the words are physically hurting her to say. Her porcelain features contort slightly before smoothing out again. "To apologize."
You keep that sugary sweet smile plastered on your face, even as your insides turn cold. An apology? From Juliet Winter? The same woman who stormed into your home, slapped you across the face, and blamed you for her son's death? Yeah, right. What a fucking joke.
"Apologize," you repeat, eyes narrowing. You don't believe it. Not even a little bit.
"For my... behavior," she continues, each word seemingly dragged out of her unwilling throat. "It was... inappropriate of me to act that way."
The way she's speaking, all hesitant and forced, makes it obvious someone put her up to this. You wonder who managed to make the great Juliet Winter swallow her pride enough to show up at your door with this half-assed attempt at an apology. The only persons she listens to are Athiel and Kenal. Knowing Kenal, he might have learned about what happened. Maybe annoyed her for a whole ass month to come apologize.
"Who forced you?" you watch her expression hardening slightly when she realizes you won't forgive her just because she said "sorry".
"Nobody forced me," she snaps before catching herself as she clears her throat and forces a wonderful fake smile. She's on edge, you can see it. You're sure if you push just a little bit, she's gonna explode.
You've known her for years, know her well enough to notice the way she's containing her true nature. The little demon is just beneath the surface; you only need to scratch it lightly to see it.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"You're lying," you snort with a shake of your head. "Look at you, being all nice. Of course you're lying."<<else>>"You're lying," you sigh, a headache growing behind your eyes.<</if>>
"I'm <i>not</i>." She grits her teeth, her smile cracking and oh so slowly disappearing just right under your eyes. "I'm apologizing, why do you have to make it difficult for both of us?"
You tilt your head. You didn't know apologizing was "making it difficult". There's nothing difficult about apologizing when she hit you and kept shouting about you being the only culprit of $namee's accident and death.
"Who forced you, Juliet," you repeat.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you're not being honest."
"And? I'm apologizing!"
Here we go. The crazy Juliet shows her true nature. You didn't need much to make her snap.
"Mom…?"
Your eyes snap to Athiel over your shoulder as $a_they approaches to stand next to you.
"Honey, it's been weeks I didn't see you," Juliet exclaims softly, her whole demeanor switching to a gentler side. She reaches out for $a_their hand but $a_they dodges it. "Why didn't you visit us anymore…?"
You want to scoff at her. So $a_they has to pay for everything for them <i>and</i> force $a_themself to visit people like her? What a joke.
Athiel's ocean blue eyes narrow slightly as $a_they crosses $a_their arms. The gesture is so defensive, so unlike $a_their usual cocky demeanor, that it catches you off guard.
"Because I don't want to," $a_they replies without hesitation. "What are you doing here, mom? Came to make it worse and ask for a round two?"
Juliet's perfect mask cracks completely, her features twisting with something between hurt and anger. "I wasn't in my right mind that day! I was… I was grieving, I still am! And $m_they–"
Athiel frowns at $a_their mother, something unreadable crossing $a_their features as $a_they scoffs.
"And what?" Athiel's voice turns sharp, cutting through $a_their mother's excuses like a knife. "What exactly did $name do? Love $namee? Be there for $e_them? Cry for $e_them?" $a_They lets out a bitter laugh. "Because that's such a crime, right?"
The silence that follows is deafening. Juliet's mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water, clearly not expecting this reaction from her youngest child. You did <i>not</i> expect it either, if you're being honest.
"I..." Juliet starts, her voice trembling slightly. "I just wanted to apologize."
"No," Athiel shakes $a_their head, and there's something tired in $a_their expression. "You wanted to get whoever sent you here off your back. That's not the same thing, mom. Was it dad?"
"I came here because I wanted to," she protests weakly.
"Was it dad?" $a_they repeats simply, eyebrows raised expectantly.
She rubs her arm. "I…"
"Was it him or not? Yes or no?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C171">><</button>>After what happened last time, you figure you're entitled to be a little suspicious of Juliet Winter showing up unannounced on your doorstep. Last time was a good example of what she can do if you so much as talk back to her. Does it mean you'll stop? Probably not. Liberté d'expression and all that.
She stands there, looking like she's swallowed something particularly sour, her perfectly manicured fingers fidgeting with the strap of her designer bag. It's weird seeing her this... unsettled. Juliet Winter is usually the picture of poise, arrogance and control.
"I came to..." she starts, then stops, like someone's forcing her to eat glass. Her blue agate eyes—so similar to $namee's and yet so different in their depth—dart away for a second before meeting yours again. "To apologize."
You almost choke on air. You want to laugh at her. An apology? From <i>Juliet Winter</i>? You're tripping. You heard it all wrong. There's no way that woman came to apologize.
The woman looks about as comfortable as a cat in water, and it's painfully obvious someone put her up to this. You're not dumb. You can see it in her eyes—the same hatred, same resentment and anger towards you. Nothing changed, only her words.
"For my... behavior," she continues, each word coming out like someone trying to extract each word by force. "It was... inappropriate of me to act that way."
<i>Inappropriate</i>. That's rich. Because apparently slapping someone and blaming them for their $e_boyfriend's death is just... <i>inappropriate</i>. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at how forced this whole thing feels.
"Who forced you?" you watch her expression hardening slightly when she realizes you won't forgive her just because she said "sorry".
"Nobody forced me," she snaps before catching herself as she clears her throat and forces a wonderful fake smile. She's on edge, you can see it. You're sure if you push just a little bit, she's gonna explode.
You've known her for years, know her well enough to notice the way she's containing her true nature. The little demon is just beneath the surface; you only need to scratch it lightly to see it.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"You're lying," you snort with a shake of your head. "Look at you, being all nice. Of course you're lying."<<else>>"You're lying," you sigh, a headache growing behind your eyes.<</if>>
"I'm <i>not</i>." She grits her teeth, her smile cracking and oh so slowly disappearing just right under your eyes. "I'm apologizing, why do you have to make it difficult for both of us?"
You tilt your head. You didn't know apologizing was "making it difficult". There's nothing difficult about apologizing when she hit you and kept shouting about you being the only culprit of $namee's accident and death.
"Who forced you, Juliet," you repeat.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you're not being honest."
"And? I'm apologizing!"
Here we go. The crazy Juliet shows her true nature. You didn't need much to make her snap.
"Mom…?"
Your eyes snap to Athiel over your shoulder as $a_they approaches to stand next to you.
"Honey, it's been weeks I didn't see you," Juliet exclaims softly, her whole demeanor switching to a gentler side. She reaches out for $a_their hand but $a_they dodges it. "Why didn't you visit us anymore…?"
You want to scoff at her. So $a_they has to pay for everything for them <i>and</i> force $a_themself to visit people like her? What a joke.
Athiel's ocean blue eyes narrow slightly as $a_they crosses $a_their arms. The gesture is so defensive, so unlike $a_their usual cocky demeanor, that it catches you off guard.
"Because I don't want to," $a_they replies without hesitation. "What are you doing here, mom? Came to make it worse and ask for a round two?"
Juliet's perfect mask cracks completely, her features twisting with something between hurt and anger. "I wasn't in my right mind that day! I was… I was grieving, I still am! And $m_they–"
Athiel frowns at $a_their mother, something unreadable crossing $a_their features as $a_they scoffs.
"And what?" Athiel's voice turns sharp, cutting through $a_their mother's excuses like a knife. "What exactly did $name do? Love $namee? Be there for $e_them? Cry for $e_them?" $a_They lets out a bitter laugh. "Because that's such a crime, right?"
The silence that follows is deafening. Juliet's mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water, clearly not expecting this reaction from her youngest child. You did <i>not</i> expect it either, if you're being honest.
"I..." Juliet starts, her voice trembling slightly. "I just wanted to apologize."
"No," Athiel shakes $a_their head, and there's something tired in $a_their expression. "You wanted to get whoever sent you here off your back. That's not the same thing, mom. Was it dad?"
"I came here because I wanted to," she protests weakly.
"Was it dad?" $a_they repeats simply, eyebrows raised expectantly.
She rubs her arm. "I…"
"Was it him or not? Yes or no?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C171">><</button>>Every instinct is screaming at you to slam the door in her face and to tell her to fuck off. But you're not her. You won't stoop to that level, won't let anger control your actions like she did that day. You aim to be the bigger person and you'll make her understand how pueril she is next to you.
The attempt at civility seems to throw her off balance for a moment. She probably thought you'd throw a tantrum, scream, cry. But you're just greeting her with a polite smile.
Juliet blinks, her perfectly painted lips parting slightly in surprise before she catches herself. She stands there, all designer clothes and perfect posture, but something's... off. The usual ice queen facade has hairline cracks in it.
"I came to..." she starts, then stops, like someone's forcing her to eat glass. Her blue agate eyes—so similar to $namee's and yet so different in their depth—dart away for a second before meeting yours again. "To apologize."
<i>Haha wow</i>. You almost want to check if you're dreaming. Juliet Winter? Apologizing? The woman looks like she'd rather eat dirt than be here right now. It's painfully obvious someone put her up to this, and whoever it is you're not sure if you should thank them or not. Kenal has probably something to do with that, he might've heard the whole ordeal and must've annoyed her for a whole ass month to apologize.
"For my... behavior," she continues, each word seemingly extracted under duress. "It was... inappropriate of me to act that way."
The way she says it, all stiff and formal, like she's reading from a script she'd rather burn, it's almost funny in a sad sort of way.
"Who forced you?" you watch her expression hardening slightly when she realizes you won't forgive her just because she said "sorry".
"Nobody forced me," she snaps before catching herself as she clears her throat and forces a wonderful fake smile. She's on edge, you can see it. You're sure if you push just a little bit, she's gonna explode.
You've known her for years, know her well enough to notice the way she's containing her true nature. The little demon is just beneath the surface; you only need to scratch it lightly to see it.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"You're lying," you snort with a shake of your head. "Look at you, being all nice. Of course you're lying."<<else>>"You're lying," you sigh, a headache growing behind your eyes.<</if>>
"I'm <i>not</i>." She grits her teeth, her smile cracking and oh so slowly disappearing just right under your eyes. "I'm apologizing, why do you have to make it difficult for both of us?"
You tilt your head. You didn't know apologizing was "making it difficult". There's nothing difficult about apologizing when she hit you and kept shouting about you being the only culprit of $namee's accident and death.
"Who forced you, Juliet," you repeat.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you're not being honest."
"And? I'm apologizing!"
Here we go. The crazy Juliet shows her true nature. You didn't need much to make her snap.
"Mom…?"
Your eyes snap to Athiel over your shoulder as $a_they approaches to stand next to you.
"Honey, it’s been weeks since I last saw you," Juliet exclaims softly, her whole demeanor switching to a gentler side. She reaches out for $a_their hand but $a_they dodges it. "Why didn't you visit us anymore…?"
You want to scoff at her. So $a_they has to pay for everything for them <i>and</i> force $a_themself to visit people like her? What a joke.
Athiel's ocean blue eyes narrow slightly as $a_they crosses $a_their arms. The gesture is so defensive, so unlike $a_their usual cocky demeanor, that it catches you off guard.
"Because I don't want to," $a_they replies without hesitation. "What are you doing here, mom? Came to make it worse and ask for a round two?"
Juliet's perfect mask cracks completely, her features twisting with something between hurt and anger. "I wasn't in my right mind that day! I was… I was grieving, I still am! And $m_they–"
Athiel frowns at $a_their mother, something unreadable crossing $a_their features as $a_they scoffs.
"And what?" Athiel's voice turns sharp, cutting through $a_their mother's excuses like a knife. "What exactly did $name do? Love $namee? Be there for $e_them? Cry for $e_them?" $a_They lets out a bitter laugh. "Because that's such a crime, right?"
The silence that follows is deafening. Juliet's mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water, clearly not expecting this reaction from her youngest child. You did <i>not</i> expect it either, if you're being honest.
"I..." Juliet starts, her voice trembling slightly. "I just wanted to apologize."
"No," Athiel shakes $a_their head, and there's something tired in $a_their expression. "You wanted to get whoever sent you here off your back. That's not the same thing, mom. Was it dad?"
"I came here because I wanted to," she protests weakly.
"Was it dad?" $a_they repeats simply, eyebrows raised expectantly.
She rubs her arm. "I…"
"Was it him or not? Yes or no?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C171">><</button>>$namel's eyes widen as if remembering you. $l_They gets up fast–too fast—making $l_their chair fall and hit the floor in the process. "Of course! I'm sorry, you must be exhausted right now."
<i>$l_They has no idea how much.</i> <<if $serious3 == "yes">>You opt for a simple nod in response.<<else>>You attempt a grin but it probably looks more like a grimace.<</if>>
"Wait," $namet speaks up, making both you and $namel turn to $t_them. $t_They's still facing the window, but you can see $t_their usual poker face in the reflection. "Good work today."
You blink, caught off guard by the unexpected praise from the usually reserved $t_man. <<if $TL >= 6>>You’re trying your best not to smile too much at this, though.<</if>>
"$t_They's right!" $namel beams, $l_their dimple showing as $l_they flashes you a smile. "You handled it perfectly. I knew you could do it."
That's when you catch it. The exhaustion in $l_their eyes matching your own. The slight strain in $l_their smile. The moment $l_they notices you watching, though, the tiredness vanishes, replaced by an even brighter grin.
Like you imagined the whole thing and this $l_man's never known fatigue in $l_their life.
"Right..." you drawl out, already heading to the door. Your brain is too fried to process or answer compliments right now.
"Get some sleep," $namel calls out as you reach for the handle. "And $name?"
You pause, glancing over your shoulder with a tired "Hm?"
$l_Their expression softens, genuine gratitude replacing $l_their usual playful demeanor. "Thank you."
You wave dismissively, <<if $LL >= 6>>ignoring the way $l_their words affect you and<</if>> finally stepping out of $l_their office. The last thing you hear is the sound of $namet chiding $t_their $l_father about the fallen chair, followed by $namel's warm laughter.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C22">><</button>>You don't bother to say anything. What's there to say anyway? The last time you saw her, she left a stinging handprint on your cheek and blame on your conscience. Now she's standing on your porch like some misplaced decoration, looking as comfortable as a cat in a bathtub.
If she thinks you gonna greet her like nothing happened, she can keep dreaming. You're not masochistic enough to let her stamp on you like some kind of cockroach on her way again. You'd rather eat dirt.
The silence stretches between you, thick and heavy. Juliet shifts slightly—a tiny movement that seems massive given how still she usually holds herself. Her blue agate eyes—so similar to $namee's and yet so different in their depths—dart away for a second before meeting yours again.
"I came to..." she starts, then stops, like the words are physically hurting her to say. Her perfectly manicured fingers tighten around her designer bag strap. "To apologize."
You almost want to check if you're having some weird stress-induced hallucination. Juliet Winter? <i>Apologizing</i>? The woman looks like she'd rather walk barefoot on Legos than be here right now. It's painfully obvious someone put her up to this.
"For my... behavior," she continues, each word coming out like it's being forcibly extracted. "It was... inappropriate of me to act that way."
You wonder who managed to make the great Juliet Winter swallow her pride enough to show up at your door with this half-assed attempt at an apology. The only persons she listens to are Athiel and Kenal. Knowing Kenal, he might have learned about what happened. Maybe annoyed her for a whole ass month to come apologize.
"Who forced you?" you watch her expression hardening slightly when she realizes you won't forgive her just because she said "sorry".
"Nobody forced me," she snaps before catching herself as she clears her throat and forces a wonderful fake smile. She's on edge, you can see it. You're sure if you push just a little bit, she's gonna explode.
You've known her for years, know her well enough to notice the way she's containing her true nature. The little demon is just beneath the surface; you only need to scratch it lightly to see it.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"You're lying," you snort with a shake of your head. "Look at you, being all nice. Of course you're lying."<<else>>"You're lying," you sigh, a headache growing behind your eyes.<</if>>
"I'm <i>not</i>." She grits her teeth, her smile cracking and oh so slowly disappearing just right under your eyes. "I'm apologizing, why do you have to make it difficult for both of us?"
You tilt your head. You didn't know apologizing was "making it difficult". There's nothing difficult about apologizing when she hit you and kept shouting about you being the only culprit of $namee's accident and death.
"Who forced you, Juliet," you repeat.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you're not being honest."
"And? I'm apologizing!"
Here we go. The crazy Juliet shows her true nature. You didn't need much to make her snap.
"Mom…?"
Your eyes snap to Athiel over your shoulder as $a_they approaches to stand next to you.
"Honey, it's been weeks I didn't see you," Juliet exclaims softly, her whole demeanor switching to a gentler side. She reaches out for $a_their hand but $a_they dodges it. "Why didn't you visit us anymore…?"
You want to scoff at her. So $a_they has to pay for everything for them <i>and</i> force $a_themself to visit people like her? What a joke.
Athiel's ocean blue eyes narrow slightly as $a_they crosses $a_their arms. The gesture is so defensive, so unlike $a_their usual cocky demeanor, that it catches you off guard.
"Because I don't want to," $a_they replies without hesitation. "What are you doing here, mom? Came to make it worse and ask for a round two?"
Juliet's perfect mask cracks completely, her features twisting with something between hurt and anger. "I wasn't in my right mind that day! I was… I was grieving, I still am! And $m_they–"
Athiel frowns at $a_their mother, something unreadable crossing $a_their features as $a_they scoffs.
"And what?" Athiel's voice turns sharp, cutting through $a_their mother's excuses like a knife. "What exactly did $name do? Love $namee? Be there for $e_them? Cry for $e_them?" $a_They lets out a bitter laugh. "Because that's such a crime, right?"
The silence that follows is deafening. Juliet's mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water, clearly not expecting this reaction from her youngest child. You did <i>not</i> expect it either, if you're being honest.
"I..." Juliet starts, her voice trembling slightly. "I just wanted to apologize."
"No," Athiel shakes $a_their head, and there's something tired in $a_their expression. "You wanted to get whoever sent you here off your back. That's not the same thing, mom. Was it dad?"
"I came here because I wanted to," she protests weakly.
"Was it dad?" $a_they repeats simply, eyebrows raised expectantly.
She rubs her arm. "I…"
"Was it him or not? Yes or no?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C171">><</button>>Juliet's shoulders slump slightly, just a fraction, but it's enough to make her look less like the intimidating woman she usually is. "...yes."
"Of course it was," Athiel mutters under $a_their breath, running a hand through $a_their blond hair. "Did he threaten to cut your monthly shopping money or something?"
The way Juliet's eyes widen slightly tells you Athiel hit the nail right on the head. You almost want to laugh at how predictable this all is.
"He doesn't understand," Juliet's voice rises slightly, a hint of desperation creeping in. "None of you do! $namee had an accident because of $m_them! My baby was…" Juliet's eyes water as she swallows. "If they hadn't been together, $namee wouldn't have–"
"Do you hear yourself?" Athiel laughs but there's no mirth in it. "$namee went to visit $e_their friend that day, how is that $name's fault? What, you expected $m_them to control $namee and tell $e_them to stay at home like some guard dog? Did you really need to slap $name for this?"
"I lost my cool but $m_they $m_was asking for–"
"You don't see me going around slapping people and blaming them for something they had no control over."
You stand there, caught in the crossfire of their family drama, watching as Athiel—the same $a_man who usually acts like you're the bane of $a_their existence—defends you against $a_their own mother. The fatigue, exhaustion in $a_their posture and eyes more prominent.
"I didn't..." Juliet starts, then stops, looking lost. "I didn't mean to..."
"You never mean to do anything, mom," Athiel cuts her off, $a_their voice tired. "But you still do it anyway. And then dad has to clean up your messes, like always."
"Who is it?"
Your body freezes, hearing Vailyn's voice inside. They can't see Juliet right now. You don't want them to meet each other, not now. It's a bad idea. A very bad idea. It is a very good idea if you want Vailyn to end up in jail, though. It's all about perspective after all.
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*[["No one," you tell them before looking at Juliet. "You should leave before something ugly happen."|Chap2C172]]
*[["Just… a friend," you tell Vailyn, focusing back on Juliet. "Leave."|Chap2C173]]
*[[You stay silent, you don’t know if you want or don't want the two of them to see each other.|Chap2C174]]
*[[You roll your lips together, and after giving some thoughts, you clear your throat. Not wanting to lie and a part of you was waiting for this moment. "It’s Juliet."|Chap2C175]]
*[["Juliet," you tell Vailyn. You won’t lie for Juliet, you know it’s a bad idea but you don’t want to lie for her sake.|Chap2C176]]<<set $vslap to "no">>You can hear Vailyn's footsteps getting closer, and your heart rate picks up. Vailyn is protective and fierce in their love, if someone tries anything, <i>anything</i>, funny to you? Be sure they’ll hunt that person and make them feel tenfold what they made you feel.
If they see Juliet now, after what she did... you don't even want to imagine the explosion that would follow. That’d be so easy to let that happen, to retaliate through Vailyn what Juliet did to you.
You won’t stoop to Juliet’s level.
Juliet must see something in your expression because she takes a small step back, her perfect composure wavering. For a moment, she looks like she might argue, but Athiel shoots her a warning look that has her pressing her lips together.
"I..." she starts, then stops, glancing between you and the direction of Vailyn's approaching footsteps. "Very well."
She turns to leave, her designer heels clicking against the porch steps, but pauses for a moment to look at her <<if $genderroa == "woman">>daughter<<else>>son<</if>>. "Athiel... Can we tal–"
"Just go, mom," $a_they says quietly, and something in $a_their tone makes her flinch slightly. Without another word, she hurries to her car, sliding in just as Vailyn's footsteps reach the hallway behind you.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, watching Juliet's car disappear down the street. That was too close. Way too close.
Juliet gone, you turn around to face a curious Vailyn. "So? Who was it? $namel? $namet?"
"Neither," you shake your head, feeling Athiel shifting beside you. "It was... Juliet."
The warmth in Vailyn's expression dims slightly, their usual theatrical demeanor fading and letting place to something much more tense.
"Juliet Winter?" Their voice is quieter than usual, gentle but with an edge to it. "What did she want?"
"Apparently to apologize," Athiel cuts in, rolling $a_their eyes. "Dad threatened to cut her shopping money."
Vailyn's lips press into a thin line, their fingers absently playing with one of their red curls, a habit they have when they're trying to stay composed and to <i>not</i> let their overprotective side show.
"Of course he did." They look at you, concern written all over their features. "You okay, angel?"
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*[[You shrug, Juliet was pretty calm and nothing really happened. "I'm good."|Chap2CNSV1]]
*[["You bet I'm okay, she apologized," you grin smugly, crossing your arms. "She didn't want to but she still had to apologize so that's a point for me."|Chap2CNSV2]]
*[["Meh," you wave your hand dismissively. "If I could just not see her, that'd make my life better but can't ask too much."|Chap2CNSV3]]
*[[You smile warmly at Vailyn. "I'm okay, I got you anyway to have my back."|Chap2CNSV4]]
*[[You scrunch your nose, that expression is answer enough.|Chap2CNSV5]]<<set $vslap to "no">>Your tone leaves no room for argument, but you can feel your heart hammering against your ribs. You know Vailyn too well, they practically raised you, were there when your own father wasn't. If they realize who's at your door right now...
"A friend?" Vailyn's voice gets closer, their footsteps echoing in the hallway. "Must be quite the conversation, I could hear–"
"Yeah, that friend was just leaving," Athiel interrupts smoothly, and you catch the slight narrowing of $a_their eyes. For once, you're grateful for $a_their quick thinking. "Weren't you?"
Juliet's perfectly painted lips press into a thin line, like she wants to say more, but something in Athiel's expression makes her reconsider. She adjusts her designer blazer, trying to maintain what's left of her composure.
"I... yes, I should go," she says stiffly, already taking a step back. "Athiel, honey, please come visit soon."
"Sure," $a_they responds flatly, not even bothering to look at her anymore. The dismissal is crystal clear in $a_their tone, and you watch as Juliet's shoulders tense before she turns and walks away, her heels clicking against the pavement in a hurried retreat.
She makes it to her car just as Vailyn appears beside you, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. That was close. Too close.
Juliet gone, you turn around to face a curious Vailyn. "So? Who was it? $namel? $namet?"
"Neither," you shake your head, feeling Athiel shifting beside you. "It was... Juliet."
The warmth in Vailyn's expression dims slightly, their usual theatrical demeanor fading and letting place to something much more tense.
"Juliet Winter?" Their voice is quieter than usual, gentle but with an edge to it. "What did she want?"
"Apparently to apologize," Athiel cuts in, rolling $a_their eyes. "Dad threatened to cut her shopping money."
Vailyn's lips press into a thin line, their fingers absently playing with one of their red curls, a habit they have when they're trying to stay composed and to <i>not</i> let their overprotective side show.
"Of course he did." They look at you, concern written all over their features. "You okay, angel?"
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*[[You shrug, Juliet was pretty calm and nothing really happened. "I'm good."|Chap2CNSV1]]
*[["You bet I'm okay, she apologized," you grin smugly, crossing your arms. "She didn't want to but she still had to apologize so that's a point for me."|Chap2CNSV2]]
*[["Meh," you wave your hand dismissively. "If I could just not see her, that'd make my life better but can't ask too much."|Chap2CNSV3]]
*[[You smile warmly at Vailyn. "I'm okay, I got you anyway to have my back."|Chap2CNSV4]]
*[[You scrunch your nose, that expression is answer enough.|Chap2CNSV5]]<<set $vslap to "yes">>You stay silent, frozen in indecision. Part of you wants to protect Juliet from Vailyn's wrath, not for her sake, but because you don't want any more drama. Another part wants to let whatever happens, happen. Let Vailyn see the woman who hurt you, who blamed you for something you had no control over.
"Angel?" Vailyn's voice gets closer, their footsteps echoing in the hallway. "Who are you talking to? I heard–"
They appear in the doorway just as you're still wrestling with your decision, and everything seems to freeze for a moment. You see the exact second Vailyn recognizes Juliet—their usually warm brown eyes turning cold in an instant, their whole body tensing like a spring ready to snap.
They don’t talk.
And it happens before you can react.
Vailyn palm connects to the other woman’s cheek, the slap the only sound echoing in the quiet air. You stand there, your eyes widening gradually but you say nothing, do nothing.
"You," they finally say, pulling away their hand as if burned, and that single word carries more venom than you've ever heard from them. "How fucking <i>dare</i> you show your face here?"
When Vailyn curse? That means trouble for everyone around, except you obviously.
"I–" Juliet starts, taking an instinctive step back, her hand ghosting over her reddening cheek. She’s so in shock, she can’t seem to find her words.
"After what you did?" Vailyn moves forward, and there's something almost theatrical in their movements, but the anger? That's real. So very real. "After you stormed in here and raised your hand to my child?"
"Your child?" Juliet scoffs, trying to blink back her tears from the slap she just earned, but you can see the nervousness in her eyes. Scared the slap was just the beginning. "Last time I checked, $name $m_isnt–"
"Blood doesn't make family, Mrs. Winter," Vailyn cuts her off, their voice sharp enough to cut glass. "But I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand that." They narrow their eyes. "I don’t want to see you near $name. You don’t have the right to come here anymore, don’t have the right to approach $m_them and if you just as much as look at $m_them, it’s not just a slap you’ll get."
Juliet opens and closes her mouth, her lower lip trembling as she looks at Athiel. The model purses $a_their lips, not appreciating Vailyn slapping $a_their mom but $a_they bites back a protest as $a_they shakes $a_their head. "Just go home, mom."
Juliet's shoulders tense before she turns and walks away, her heels clicking against the pavement in a hurried retreat.
"Good riddance," Vailyn mutters, their usual theatrical flair replaced by genuine anger. They turn to you, their expression softening immediately. "Are you alright, angel?"
You can feel Athiel shifting uncomfortably beside you, probably feeling out of place in this moment. It's weird enough that $a_they defended you, now $a_they has to witness Vailyn's parental concern too.
"I should..." $a_they starts, gesturing vaguely behind $a_them. "I should finish my movie."
Athiel head back in, leaving Vailyn and you as Vailyn watches you with a concerned look.
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*[["I’m good," you nod simply.|Chap2CVS1]]
*[["You bet I’m okay," you grin, nudging them. "You were so cool!"|Chap2CVS2]]
*[[You grimace, recalling Juliet's red cheek. "That must've hurt…"|Chap2CVS3]]
*[[You smile warmly. "Thanks, Vailyn."|Chap2CVS4]]
*[["Was it necessary?" you scrunch your nose. "A bit more and I thought she'd piss herself."|Chap2CVS5]]<<set $vslap to "yes">>The silence that follows is heavy, loaded with tension. You hear Vailyn's footsteps stop abruptly, then start again—faster this time. You can practically feel the storm brewing. This is gonna be ugly, you know it. And to be honest? You don’t give a shit. A part of you is impatient. Impatient to see Juliet’s reaction when she’ll get what she deserves.
"What did you just say?" Their voice is dangerously soft as they appear in the doorway, their usually gentle features hardening at the sight of Juliet. "Well, well... if it isn't the woman who thinks it's acceptable to assault people in their own home."
"I came to apologize," Juliet says stiffly, but she takes a small step back. Something about Vailyn's presence seems to make her uncomfortable, cornered.
"Oh? Did you now?" Vailyn's voice drips with theatrical sarcasm as they move to stand beside you, their presence protective and intimidating all at once. "How generous of you. Tell me, did you practice your little speech in front of the mirror? Make sure you looked appropriately remorseful? Make sure to be at your best angle?"
"I don't have to stand here and–" Juliet starts, but Vailyn cuts her off.
The blow comes so fast that you don't even have time to blink before it's already landed. The slap is the only sound echoing in the quiet air. Your eyes widen slightly. You don’t even know why you’re surprised when you knew something like this would happen.
"No, darling, you really don't. In fact, you shouldn't be here at all," they say, their usual eccentric demeanor replaced by something harder, colder as they snap their hand back as if burned. "Because if you think a forced apology is going to make up for what you did to my child..."
"Your child?" Juliet scoffs, trying to blink back her tears from the slap she just earned, but you can see the nervousness in her eyes. Scared the slap was just the beginning. "Last time I checked, $name isn't–"
"Blood doesn't make family, Mrs. Winter," Vailyn cuts her off, their voice sharp enough to cut glass. "But I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand that. I don’t want to see you near $name. You don’t have the right to come here anymore, don’t have the right to approach $m_them and if you just as much as look at $m_them, it’s not just a slap you’ll get."
Juliet opens and closes her mouth, her lower lip trembling as she looks at Athiel. The model purses $a_their lips, not appreciating Vailyn slapping $a_their mom but $a_they bites back a protest as $a_they shakes $a_their head. "Just go home, mom."
Juliet's shoulders tense before she turns and walks away, her heels clicking against the pavement in a hurried retreat.
"Good riddance," Vailyn mutters, their usual theatrical flair replaced by genuine anger. They turn to you, their expression softening immediately. "Are you alright, angel?"
You can feel Athiel shifting uncomfortably beside you, probably feeling out of place in this moment. It's weird enough that $a_they defended you, now $a_they has to witness Vailyn's parental concern too.
"I should..." $a_they starts, gesturing vaguely behind $a_them. "I should finish my movie."
Athiel head back in, leaving Vailyn and you as Vailyn watches you with a concerned look.
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*[["I’m good," you nod simply.|Chap2CVS1]]
*[["You bet I’m okay," you grin, nudging them. "You were so cool!"|Chap2CVS2]]
*[[You grimace, recalling Juliet's red cheek. "That must've hurt…"|Chap2CVS3]]
*[[You smile warmly. "Thanks, Vailyn."|Chap2CVS4]]
*[["Was it necessary?" you scrunch your nose. "A bit more and I thought she'd piss herself."|Chap2CVS5]]<<set $vslap to "yes">>You hear footsteps, and then Vailyn appears in your peripheral vision, their red curls bouncing with each step. The moment they spot Juliet, their warm brown eyes turn to ice, and the usual gentle expression on their face morphs into something dangerous.
Everything happens too fast.
One second Vailyn is beside you, and the next, the sharp sound of skin meeting skin echoes through the hallway. Juliet stumbles back, her hand flying to her reddening cheek as she stares at Vailyn with wide eyes.
The silence that follows is thick enough to cut with a knife.
"How dare you show your face here?" Vailyn's voice is eerily calm, a stark contrast to the fury blazing in their eyes. Their chest rises and falls rapidly, hands trembling at their sides. "After what you did to $name?"
Athiel sucks in a breath, crossing $a_their arms as $a_they leans against the doorframe. When $a_their mother looks $a_their way, $a_they grimaces, avoiding her gaze.
"I–" Juliet starts, her perfect composure completely shattered.
"Get out," Vailyn cuts her off, their voice dropping even lower. "Get out before I do something we'll both regret." They narrow their eyes. "I don’t want to see you near $name. You don’t have the right to come here anymore, don’t have the right to approach $m_them and if you just as much as look at $m_them, it’s not just a slap you’ll get."
Juliet opens and closes her mouth, her lower lip trembling as she looks at Athiel. The model purses $a_their lips, not appreciating Vailyn slapping $a_their mom but $a_they bites back a protest as $a_they shakes $a_their head. "Just go home, mom."
Juliet's shoulders tense before she turns and walks away, her heels clicking against the pavement in a hurried retreat.
"Good riddance," Vailyn mutters, their usual theatrical flair replaced by genuine anger. They turn to you, their expression softening immediately. "Are you alright, angel?"
You can feel Athiel shifting uncomfortably beside you, probably feeling out of place in this moment. It's weird enough that $a_they defended you, now $a_they has to witness Vailyn's parental concern too.
The silence stretches for a beat, two, then–
"I should..." $a_they starts, gesturing vaguely behind $a_them. "I should probably finish my movie."
Athiel head back in, leaving Vailyn and you as Vailyn watches you with a concerned look.
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*[["I’m good," you nod simply.|Chap2CVS1]]
*[["You bet I’m okay," you grin, nudging them. "You were so cool!"|Chap2CVS2]]
*[[You grimace, recalling Juliet's red cheek. "That must've hurt…"|Chap2CVS3]]
*[[You smile warmly. "Thanks, Vailyn."|Chap2CVS4]]
*[["Was it necessary?" you scrunch your nose. "A bit more and I thought she'd piss herself."|Chap2CVS5]]The night flowed by smoothly, dinner with Vailyn and your two roommates unfolding in an unusually peaceful atmosphere. Vailyn, ever the mediator, skillfully intervened before any of Ekissa and Athiel's usual bickering could start.
Having Vailyn around the dinner table felt... comforting. It's not exactly a new feeling. Since their return from their travels, everything's gained a warmer hue, become more manageable. The shared meals, spontaneous outings, the genuine laughter and inside jokes, it all feels more authentic now. Thanks to Vailyn's presence, you've been slowly reconnecting with pieces of your old self.
Yet there's this nagging sensation that won't leave you alone. The bad feeling you've got stays, even after Juliet left, even after everything calmed down.
There's no explanation, the way your inside twists uncomfortably.
You just feel it.
Something will happen, you just have no idea what it's supposed to be.
So you just try to appreciate the moment before it disappears and the pain comes back and finds you.
<i>Or</i> you're probably not used to feel so light after what happened. Maybe you're just waiting for another blow to happen like an idiot when nothing bad is waiting for you.
Vailyn told you to stay positive and optimistic so might as well try, right?
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C178">><</button>><b>06:53
Macara Residence – Home</b>
A soft noise.
Again.
And again.
Growing louder.
And louder.
You frown before even fully waking up. You have the vague impression that $catname is doing his best to ruin your nights—or days or any moments you try to sleep with him in your room—these past days, <i>weeks</i>. You roughly pass a hand across your face with a sharp breath.
This is getting annoying.
Pushing yourself up, you don't waste time to get dressed and pick up $catname. Carrying in your arm, you open the door, grabbing the keys on the way.
You yank the front door open—
"$namet?" you blink at the stoic $t_man standing at your porch with $t_their usual formal attire.
$namet raises an eyebrow slightly, $t_their dark eyes scanning your disheveled appearance. <<if $TL >= 6>>For a split second, you catch a flicker of something in $t_their gaze before $t_their usual stoic mask settles back in place.<</if>>
"Ekissa didn't inform you?" $t_they questions, $t_their head tilting on one side with a slight frown forming between $t_their brows, though $t_their expression doesn't change much. "$j_They asked me to drive you to work today. Something about helping $j_their parents."
$catname squirms in your arms, pawing at your chest as if trying to get your attention. $namet's eyes drift to the cat, and you could swear the corner of $t_their lips twitches down.
"I see you were..." $t_they pauses, choosing $t_their words carefully, "…busy. An early walk?"
"Not really," you confess, looking at the cat with a sigh.
The early morning sun catches $t_their dark brown waves, and you notice $t_their perfectly pressed suit, an obvious contrast to your current state. $t_They shifts $t_their weight, and despite $t_their composed demeanor, there's a subtle tension in $t_their shoulders, $t_their eyes darting away from you to focus on something above your shoulder.
"Should I... wait while you get ready?" $t_they asks, voice hesitant.
"Actually," you start, nodding to the feline in your arms. "Do you think you could drive us to the veterinarian? I wanna check what's up with this one."
"What's wrong with…" $namet's gaze falls on the cat and you watch $t_their lips twitching again as if fighting back a grimace. "… this thing."
You rub your left eye with your free hand tiredly. "He keeps meowing every night. I dunno why he does that, there's literally a cat door for him to come and go in my room."
$namet's shoulders tense slightly when $catname turns his head to $namet's direction, but $t_their expression remains carefully neutral. $t_They checks $t_their watch—a practiced movement—before meeting your eyes again.
"I can take you," $t_they says, then adds almost hesitantly, "But you should know that the closest veterinarian clinic doesn't open until eight." $t_Their gaze flicks between you and $catname, who's still pawing at your chest. "It's barely seven."
You notice how $t_they maintains a careful distance from you—or more precisely, from $catname. <i>Not a fan of cats, huh?</i>
It's weird, you never notice $namet being so tense near $catname, but then again, you've never seen $namet near $catname.
The cat, as if sensing $namet's discomfort, lets out another loud meow. You hope the feline won't try anything on $namet, the grumpy cat is known for… being a bit violent when people get too close, after all. Just a bit.
"If you want," $namet continues, $t_they considers something before clearing $t_their throat, "we could stop by a cafe first. You seem," $t_they pauses, $t_their eyes briefly taking in your sleep-disheveled state before looking away, "like you could use some coffee."
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*[["Coffee sounds amazing right now." You smile. "Let me just get changed real quick?"|Chap2C179]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You chew your inner cheek. "I mean… You don't have to do this. I'm sure you're busy..."|Chap2C180]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You tease. "Aww, is the big bad CFO scared of a little cat?"|Chap2C181]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You tease. "Aww, is the big bad CFO scared of a little cat?"|Chap2C182]]
*[["Not a cat person?" you cock a brow.|Chap2C183]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet's eyes meet yours briefly, lingering on your face before darting away. $t_They nods. "Of course. I'll wait in the car."
As you turn to head back inside, $catname still in your arms, you catch $namet taking an extra step back when the cat swishes its tail in $t_their direction. For someone usually so composed, it's oddly endearing to see $t_them this wary of a house cat.
"Unless," you pause at your doorway, throwing a glance over your shoulder, "you want to wait inside? It's a bit chilly out here."
$namet seems to wage an internal battle, $t_their eyes darting between you, the cat, and the safety of $t_their car. You've never seen $t_them lose $t_their composure so fast with just a cat too close for $t_their comfort. If $t_they could make $t_their escape right now, you have no doubt $t_they'd do it in a heartbeat.
After a moment, $t_they straightens $t_their shoulders—almost like $t_they's preparing for battle—and gives a small shake of $t_their head.
"Maybe another time," $t_they says stiffly, carefully keeping $t_their distance from you and $catname as $t_they gives a nod. "I don't mind waiting outside anyway."
"Alright," you bite back another smile at $t_their obvious discomfort and hurry inside, closing the door behind you.
As you get ready in your room, you can't help but approach your window to push your curtain on the side an peek through your window, catching sight of $namet standing by $t_their sleek black car.
$t_Their eyes focused on something on $t_their phone as $t_their fingers tap away replies, $t_their back pressed against $t_their car and strand of unruly dark brown hair falling across $t_their forehead.
You blink, shaking your head. Changing, you gotta change not… watching people.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C184">><</button>>You’re tired, probably smelling like you just did a CrossFit session, and all you want is to face-plant into your bed. You just don’t know how to ask to leave without sounding insensitive about what’s happening with the company and the “YOUR” problem…
$namet glances your way before giving a meaningful look at $t_their $l_dad. $namel seems to catch the meaning because $l_they turns $l_their attention to you.
"Right, you're probably exhausted, $name," the CEO smiles apologetically.
That's when you catch it. The exhaustion in $l_their eyes matching your own. The slight strain in $l_their smile. The moment $l_they notices you watching, though, the tiredness vanishes, replaced by an even brighter grin.
Like you imagined the whole thing and this $l_man's never known fatigue in $l_their life.
"It's getting late, we should leave too," $namet adds, grabbing $t_their coat and glancing at $t_their the older $l_man. "$l_Dad."
$namel tears $l_their gaze away from you to look at $l_their $t_son. "Mh?"
"You need to rest, let's go," $namet states, tone brooking no argument.
The old $l_man nods slowly, attention back on you as $l_they nods to the door.
"Go first, $name. I just need to have a talk with $namet for a minute. Ah and $name," $namel calls out. When you look over your shoulder, $l_they smiles. "Thanks for today."
$namet acquiesce in agreement. "Yes, good job today, $name."
Your brain's too fried to even care what $l_father-$t_son heart-to-heart they're about to have, too dead to string together more than "bye." With a weak wave, you zombie-walk your way out.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C22">><</button>><<set $Tl to $TL + 1>>Something flickers in $namet's dark eyes—so quick you almost miss it. $t_Their shoulders seem to relax a fraction, despite $catname's persistent staring at $t_them.
"I'm not," $t_they says with a shake of $t_their head. "My morning meetings got moved and one day being late won't kill anyone."
There's a pause where $t_they seems to be thinking something over, $t_their usually stoic expression showing a hint of uncertainty.
"And..." $t_they continues, $t_their voice a bit softer than usual, "…I don't mind spending time with you." A shrug. "That is, if you don't mind my company too."
That's… <i>sweet</i> and <i>ho</i>—nice. That's nice of $t_them. Your lips curl up despite yourself, gaze avoiding $t_their as you swallow. "I don't mind. And it's been a while since we've hung out, it's always work here work there."
"Mh," $t_they agrees with a nod, expression softening. "I think so too."
$catname lets out another loud meow, making $namet flinch slightly before $t_they quickly composes $t_themself.
"Though maybe," $t_they adds, clearing $t_their throat, "you should change first. I'll wait in the car."
You blink at $t_them, then slowly lower your gaze to your current attire. You feel your face warming up. You nod jerkily, not trusting your words and hurry to close the door, flustered.
As you get ready in your room, you can't help but approach your window to push your curtain on the side an peek through your window, catching sight of $namet standing by $t_their sleek black car.
$t_Their eyes focused on something on $t_their phone as $t_their fingers tap away replies, $t_their back pressed against $t_their car and strand of unruly dark brown hair falling across $t_their forehead.
You blink, shaking your head. Changing, you gotta change not… watch people.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C184">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet's eyes widen slightly before $t_their stoic mask slips back on. Still, you don't miss the way $t_their ears turn red at your teasing, even when $t_they turns $t_their head, finding the grass outside pretty interesting.
"I'm not—" $t_they starts, then stops when $catname meows again. $t_They takes another no-so-subtle step back. "I simply prefer to keep my distance."
The blush spreads from $t_their ears to $t_their neck, and $t_they tugs at the collar of $t_their well-pressed black turtleneck shirt under the beige single-breasted blazer, clearly flustered but trying hard not to show it.
"Just... You should go change," $t_they mutters, looking anywhere but at you and the cat. "I'll wait in the car."
You catch $t_them running a hand through $t_their dark waves as $t_they turns away—a rare crack in $t_their composed facade that makes your lips twitch into a smile.
$t_They's gone before you can answer.
As you get ready in your room, you can't help but approach your window to push your curtain on the side an peek through your window, catching sight of $namet standing by $t_their sleek black car.
$t_Their eyes focused on something on $t_their phone as $t_their fingers tap away replies, $t_their back pressed against $t_their car and strand of unruly dark brown hair falling across $t_their forehead.
You blink, shaking your head. Changing, you gotta change not… watch people.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C184">><</button>>$namet stares at you blankly, but you catch the way $t_their shoulders tense when $catname stretches a paw in $t_their direction, the way $t_they swallows, ready to make $t_their escape at any time.
"Hardly," $t_they says dryly, though $t_they takes another step back when your cat meows. "I just prefer to keep my distance from... pets."
You snort at $t_their choice of words. It's kinda funny seeing the usually composed $namet Melth being so awkward around a cat. You would've never guessed $t_they wouldn't be a fan of cats. But then again, anything that breathes seems to put $t_them on edge. Always so stiff and stoic.
"Right," you drawl out, grinning. "Professional distance and all. Sure."
"Just go change," $t_they mutters, already heading back to $t_their car. "I'll wait here."
You catch $t_them adjusting $t_their beige single-breasted blazer as $t_they walks away rather fast—definitely not scared of cats. You shake your head fondly, getting back in your house, closing behind you to change in your room.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C184">><</button>>$namet stares at $catname with barely concealed wariness. "I find them... unpredictable."
"Unpredictable?" you repeat, watching $t_them take another step back when $catname meows.
"They lack basic manners," $t_they states matter-of-factly, like $t_they's discussing a business proposal. "Dogs are more... straightforward, I guess. But they smell bad."
You snort. In other words? $namet is—not only not a cat person—but also not just a dog person at all. You would've never guesses $t_they wouldn't be a fan of them. But then again, anything that breathes seems to put $t_them on edge. Always so stiff and stoic.
"Go change," $t_they says, already heading to $t_their car. "I'll wait here."
Even from your porch, you can see $t_them checking $t_their reflection in the car window, smoothing down $t_their suit—as if your cat somehow messed it up just by looking at $t_them. You shake your head fondly, getting back in your house, closing behind you to change in your room.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C184">><</button>>A few minutes later, you step out wearing proper clothes, <<if $hairtext == "coily" or $hairtext == "curly" or $hairtext == "wavy">>your $haircolor hair somewhat tamed—it's always a pain to make them listen to you usually—<<else>>your $haircolor hair easily tamed, <</if>>with $catname safely secured in his carrier. $namet immediately straightens up when $t_they sees you<<if $TL >= 6>>, and you notice $t_their eyes quickly scanning your appearance, lingering a tad longer on some part before $t_they catches $t_themself and looks away<</if>>.
$t_They opens the passenger door for you—ever the <<if $genderrot == "man">>gentleman<<else>>proper lady<</if>>—though you can tell $t_they's keeping a wary eye on the carrier as you slide in. $catname settled in your lap, $namet eyes the cat before starting the engine, keeping $t_their attention firmly on the road.
"So," you start, breaking the comfortable silence. "what about rabbits?"
$namet's lips press into a thin line. "No."
"No?"
$t_They stops at a red light, drumming $t_their fingers on the steering wheel. "I'm... not particularly good with animals."
You keep your eyes on the road. "Not good or not a fan?"
"Both? They don't..." $t_they pauses, frowning slightly. "They tend to react strongly to me. It's either black or white. Either hating or loving me."
As if to prove $t_their point, $catname lets out a loud meow, not an angry one, though. $namet grips the wheel tighter, throwing quick glances at the cat through $t_their peripheral vision. Now that $t_they mentions it, $catname didn't hiss or try anything on $namet. Just meowed. You eye the feline with a raised brow, so if he doesn't hate $namet, does that mean this grumpy cat likes $namet?
"Last time I approached a dog, it wouldn't stop barking," $t_they admits quietly. "And cats..." $t_they trails off. "Cats are worse."
"How?" you ask, curious about this new side of $namet you're discovering.
$t_They lets out a small breath, turning into the cafe's parking lot.
"They... scratch. A lot." $t_They wrinkles $t_their nose. "And bite."
You look down at $catname, who's now eyeing $namet with what you swear is an attempt to look cute. "Bad experiences?"
"My neighbor's cat," $namet mutters, parking the car with practiced ease. "I was twelve. It... didn't end well." $t_They turns off the engine but doesn't move to get out, $t_their eyes fixed ahead. "$l_Dad found it amusing."
You can almost picture it—a young $namet, probably just as stoic, being chased by an angry cat while $namel watched with that signature smirk of $l_theirs.
$catname stretches in $t_their carrier, making $namet shift slightly away in $t_their seat. "Well, $catname doesn't seem to hate you if it brings any comfort."
$namet snaps out of $t_their memories, glancing your way to observe the feline. "I won't take any risk."
"The risk of handling a clingy cat?" you ask, lips twitching as you nod to your cat. "Look at him and tell me he looks like he's gonna pounce on you."
$namet doesn't seem to want to believe you, $t_their nose scrunching again.
"We should..." as if remembering something, $t_they purses $t_their lips. "This cafe doesn't allow pets inside."
You glance at your cat, then at the cafe. "Oh. Right."
$namet hesitates, $t_their hand hovering over the door handle before nodding. "I could get the coffee while you wait here?"
$catname chooses this moment to stretch again, making $namet press $t_themself against $t_their door. The sight of the usually composed CFO trying to maintain $t_their dignity while clearly wanting to bolt is pretty entertaining.
The cat is in the carrier and yet, it's like he's free to jump on the CFO at any moment, at least, that's what you're sure $namet is thinking right now.
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*[["You do know he can't touch you even if he tried?" you remind the CFO with an amused smile.|Chap2C185]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You rest a hand on the CFO's shoulder with a look you hope is reassuring. "He won't hurt you, you know that, right?"|Chap2C186]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You nod simply. "Thanks, I'll wait here, then."|Chap2C187]]
*[["Oh c'mon, it's not like he's gonna kill you or something," you tease.|Chap2C188]]
*[["Hey, relax, he won't do anything," you reassure the CFO.|Chap2C189]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet levels you with an unimpressed stare, but you can see the way $t_their shoulders relax ever so slightly. The $t_man straightens in $t_their seat, trying to regain some semblance of $t_their usual composure.
"Yes, well... I know." $t_Their gaze darts between you and the carrier. "But I'd rather be cautious than hurt."
"How do you wanna be hurt when he's in his carrier?" you lift your brows, biting back a laugh.
$t_They gives a half-hearted shrug. "You never know with cats."
"Mmh, I see, I see," you nod slowly, finally letting a chuckle escape you.
The sound catches $t_their attention, $t_their eyes not looking away this time but observing your features. It's like $t_they's fascinated and you have to blink at $t_them for $t_them to catch $t_themself and tear $t_their gaze back ahead.
"I'll get the coffee," $t_they mutters, already reaching for the door handle. But before $t_they can escape, $t_they pauses. "The usual?"
Your expression softens as you nod. "The usual."
The CFO acquiesce, opening $t_their door and getting out of the car to step away and enter the café.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C190">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet still at your touch, $t_their eyes fixing carefully ahead. Then slowly, $t_they glances at your hand, then at you, only to look back ahead. The tip of $t_their ears slowly heats up, and for a moment, $t_they seems to forget about $t_their fear of $catname entirely.
$t_Their throat bobs as $t_they swallows, clearly caught off guard by the gentle contact.
"I..." $t_they starts, then stops, $t_their usual eloquence failing $t_them. The warmth of your hand seems to both comfort and fluster $t_them, making $t_them struggle to maintain $t_their composure.
You're… not sure if you should pull away or keep your hand where it is. All you do is awkwardly stay as still as $t_them, not moving your hand an inch.
Finally, $t_they manages to collect $t_themself, though $t_they doesn't move away from your touch.
"I know," $t_they says under your skeptical look. "Thanks."
$catname chooses this moment to let out another soft meow, making $namet tense slightly under your hand, but not as severely as before. $t_Their gaze flickers between your reassuring smile and the carrier, before $t_they takes a steadying breath.
"I'll get the coffee," $t_they says softly, though there's a note of reluctance in $t_their voice as $t_they prepares to move away from your touch. "The usual order?"
Your expression softens as you nod. "The usual."
The CFO acquiesce, opening $t_their door and getting out of the car to step away and enter the café.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C190">><</button>>$namet relaxes slightly now that $t_they has a clear escape route from the feline situation. $t_They gives you a short nod. "It won't take long."
$t_Their hand finally grasping the door handle with purpose, $t_they steps out… only to pause. "You'll be... comfortable waiting?"
The question comes out slightly awkward, as if $t_they's not quite used to expressing openly such casual concern. You wave dismissively, lips curling slightly in a small smile. "I'll be fine."
"Alright," $t_they answers, then adds. "The usual?"
You nod again, expression softening. This $t_man can be as stoic as a wall but you won't deny $t_their attentiveness is on point, as always. "The usual."
$catname purrs contentedly in his carrier, making $namet's hand tighten slightly on the door handle.
"I'll be quick," $t_they adds, almost to $t_themself, before finally stepping out of the car and stepping in the café.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C190">><</button>>$namet shoots you a flat look, though there's a hint of embarrassment in $t_their expression.
"Your attempt at humor isn't really reassuring," $t_they states dryly, but there's no real bite to $t_their words. "I know $t_they won't kill me. That doesn't mean I can't be… cautious."
$t_Their gaze darts to $catname again when the cat shifts in the carrier, and you swear you see $t_them inch even closer to $t_their door—if that's even possible at this point. The usually composed CFO looking ready to bolt at the slightest movement from your cat is a sight for sore eyes.
No, really. It takes every ounce of power to not laugh right now. You press your lips together to make a smile disappear before clearing your throat. "He's not that bad."
"My experience with cats proves otherwise," $t_they mutters under $t_their breath, shaking $t_their head, $t_they continues. "I'll get the coffee. Your usual order?"
$catname meows as if on cue, making $namet's hand practically slam on the door handle. The slight widening of $t_their eyes would be almost comical if $t_they didn't look so genuinely uncomfortable.
You nod, finally letting a laugh bubbling out your chest. This $t_man can be as stoic as a wall but you won't deny $t_their attentiveness is on point. "The usual."
$catname purrs contentedly in his carrier, making $namet's hand tighten slightly on the door handle.
"I'll be quick," $t_they adds, almost to $t_themself, before finally stepping out of the car and stepping in the café.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C190">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>$namet's expression softens slightly, though $t_they maintains $t_their careful distance from the carrier, still not fully trusting the grumpy cat in there. The usually composed $t_man seems to appreciate your attempt at comfort, though. Even if $t_they's not entirely convinced.
"I know you're trying to help," $t_they says, expression fighting back a grimace. "But I prefer to stay... cautious."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"No worries," you tut playfully. "I'll be your knight in shining armor if he tries anything."
$namet's expression shifts into amusement, as $t_they watches the café with what you suppose is a snort. "I'm feeling much better now."
The sarcasm flies right above your head as you shrug, a proud smile playing on your lips. "I know."<<else>>"Not trusting me?" you cock a brow, a hint of teasing in your voice.
$t_They shakes $t_their head, looking pointedly at the cat. "I don't trust him, not you."
"Mh," you answer simply, though your lips curl up.<</if>>
$namet adds. "I'll get our drink. The usual?"
You nod, expression softening. This $t_man can be as stoic as a wall but you won't deny $t_their attentiveness is on point, as always. "The usual."
$catname purrs contentedly in his carrier, making $namet's hand tighten slightly on the door handle.
"I'll be quick," $t_they adds, almost to $t_themself, before finally stepping out of the car and stepping in the café.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C190">><</button>>$namet peels $t_themself away from $t_their window spot, those dark eyes landing on you like you just said something interesting, before checking $t_their $l_dad's reaction. "That's... actually not a bad theory."
"Ooh," $namel perks up, straightening in $l_their chair. "Like some wannabe company trying to get our spotlight?" $l_Their light gray eyes glimmer with curiosity as $l_they leans forward, elbows on $l_their desk. "Maybe that's all there is, yeah. The company is pretty known and it'd make good money for scammers."
"It would make sense," $namet nods, $t_their usually stoic expression showing a hint of contemplation. "Using a similar name to create confusion, banking on our reputation..."
$namel's playful demeanor dims slightly. "That's pretty sneaky," $l_they muses, running a hand through $l_their dark hair. "And smart, in a twisted way."
That's when you catch it. The exhaustion in $l_their eyes matching your own. The slight strain in $l_their smile. The moment $l_they notices you watching, though, the tiredness vanishes, replaced by an even brighter grin.
Like you imagined the whole thing and this $l_man's never known fatigue in $l_their life.
"We should look into new companies that emerged recently," $namet suggests, $t_their calculating gaze fixed on some invisible point. "Especially those with similar branding."
"Already thinking like a true business$t_man," $namel grins proudly at $l_their $t_son, but there's something sharp in $l_their eyes now. "I'll have Chelsea look into it tomorrow."
You stifle a yawn, the long day finally catching up to you. Both of them notice, and $namel's expression softens.
"But that's tomorrow's problem," $l_they declares, waving $l_their hand dismissively. "You should head home, $name. You've done more than enough for today."
$namet acquiesce in agreement. "You did a good job today."
Your brain's too dead to even manage "thanks." With a weak wave, you zombie-walk your way out.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C22">><</button>><b>8:01
Pawsome Care Clinic – Veterinary clinic</b>
The bell chimes softly as you push open the glass door, holding $catname's carrier close to your chest. $namet follows behind, $t_their stoic presence a stark contrast to the cheerful pet-themed decor surrounding you both that almost earns a laugh from you. You're sure this must be a nightmare for $t_them.
The smell of animals, cleaning products mixed with medicines hit your nose. Not something uncomfortable to smell but definitely not something comfortable either.
"Good morning!" A receptionist chirps from behind a curved desk adorned with paw print designs. "How can I help you today?"
You approach the desk, setting down $catname's carrier carefully on the floor. Through the mesh, your cat lets out a pitiful meow. You know that's an act, he just wants to get outta here. He meows like this just when you happen to get in a veterinarian? Yeah, no, you don't buy this act. He's the type of cat to go feral on the vet, hissing and showing his claws, squirming and fighting against whatever things the vet does to him.
"Hi, I was wondering if there's any way to see a vet today? My cat has been meowing non-stop at night and I'm getting worried."
You thought he was thirsty the first night it happened, it wasn't it. Then you thought it was because you were taking up all the space on the bed. It wasn't it either. You thought about <i>a lot</i> of possibilities but each time wasn't the right answer. So when he started again this morning, you had to do a check-up, something you should've done but didn't have time to.
The receptionist glances at her computer screen, lips pursed. "Let me check if we have any available slots..."
She types something, the clicking of keys mixing with the ambient sounds of the clinic. $namet shifts beside you, checking $t_their expensive watch discreetly. <<if $TL >= 6>>Even in a pet clinic at 8 AM, $t_they manages to look like $t_they just stepped out of a business magazine...<</if>>
"We might have a cancellation at 8:30," the receptionist says, looking up. "Would that work for you? Though there might be some waiting time even after that slot."
You glance at $namet, checking if it's really okay with $t_them. You're both late right now, and if you wait more, you don't know what time it will be when you'll be done. $namet is a busy $t_man, you can't just ask for $t_them to stay just because your cat happens to have an issue.
However, the $t_man doesn't even hesitate, nodding. "Alright."
<<if $TL >= 6>>Your heart flutters and your stomach is doing funny things. <i>It's not that deep</i> you try to convince yourself. But the way $t_they just agreed without even hesitating, as if refusing wasn't even in $t_their mind.
You shake your head. $t_They's here for $catname, and as a friend. Wait, are you even friends…?
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>"Thanks, $namet," you meet $t_their gaze with the ghost of a smile on your lips.
$t_They shakes $t_their head, watching something more interesting on the wall behind the receptionist. "Don't mention it."<<else>>You can't help but grin, eyes lighting up. "Really?"
$t_Their fingers fix $t_their sleeve as $t_they watches something more interesting on the wall behind the receptionist. "Yes, really. I don't mind."<</if>><<else>>You blink at $namet. That was fast. No hesitation, just a plain and simple "alright". That's… nice. Having a friend staying to support you—Are you two even friends?
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You can't help but grin at $t_them. "You're the best!"<<else>>You can't help the ghost of a smile on your lips. "Thanks, $namet."<</if>><</if>>
The receptionist smiles warmly, her fingers dancing over the keyboard. "Alright, I'll need some information about you and your little patient here."
You wouldn't have needed to do all that if you had gone to $catname's usual veterinarian clinic but it's way too pricey there and they work only with appointments.
$namee was the one taking care of all of it before. You remember scolding $e_them for going to a place that cost an arm and a leg while giving royal treatment to the cat.
$namee just had to give you $e_their puppy look for you to give up...
After taking down your details and $catname's information, she gestures toward the waiting area. "Please take a seat, and we'll call you when Dr. Martinez is ready."
You pick up $catname's carrier, the soft weight familiar against your chest. The waiting area is moderately filled. A man cuddling his golden retriever puppy and a teenager scrolling on her phone with a carrier similar to yours.
$namet moves toward the seats, choosing a spot slightly away from the other pet owners as you take the seat next to $t_them, serving as a wall between $t_them and the other people. $t_They's already dealing with pets everywhere, you won't ask too much and make $t_them deal with people too.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C191">><</button>>The waiting area is cozy, with walls decorated in cute animal photos and educational posters about pet care. Nothing really standing out, well, maybe the massive poster of a dog.
$catname lets out another plaintive meow, drawing a few sympathetic glances. They must think your cat is super sick when it's really just all an act that usually worked on $namee to get $e_them outta here fast. That's why $namee chose the pricey veterinarian. They're fast.
Another weak meow. That catches the teenager's attention as she coos at your cat and takes the seat next to you.
"You probably don't want to do that," you try to warn the kid when her hand reaches out.
But when does anyone listen to you? Especially a kid.
The kid has the bad idea to touch the carrier, only for $catname to start hissing. The kid's hand yanks back to her side with a soft scared noise escaping her nose.
She doesn't wait to get up and sit back in her earlier chair, far enough to escape your cat.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"You're gonna scare everyone," you click your tongue, giving a pointed look at $catname.
The cat only stares back at you, and you swear his face is screaming "she asked for it".
"Right," you mutter under your breath with an eyeroll, freezing when you notice $namet blinking at you and the cat.<<else>>"$catname," you chide with a small frown. "Play nice."
The cat only stares back at you, and you swear his face is screaming "she asked for it".
"You're being childish," you murmur in disapproval, freezing when you notice $namet blinking at you and the cat.<</if>>
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*[[You chuckle awkwardly, embarrassed by what the CFO just witnessed. "You didn't see anything."|Chap2C192]]
*[["What? Never saw someone talk to their cat?" you cock a brow.|Chap2C193]]
*[[You clear your throat, straightening your back. "What time is it?"|Chap2C194]]
*[["Did you see what he did?" you ask the CFO with a dramatic sigh. "Could be at least polite."|Chap2C195]]
*[[You grin at the CFO. "Yeah, I can talk cat language, you didn't know?"|Chap2C196]]$namet's lips twitch slightly, a hint of amusement breaking through $t_their stoic façade. $t_They looks away, and you're painfully aware that it's taking all $t_their willpower not to laugh at your expense.
"I saw everything," $t_they says, not even trying to lie to make you feel better, $t_their voice low enough for only you to hear. "Though I have to say, your cat's method seems to work on yours."
$t_They glances at the teenager who's now completely absorbed in her phone, probably trying to forget the embarrassing encounter then to $catname who decided to lie comfortably in the carrier. $t_Their posture, while still tense due to the various animals around, seems to have relaxed a lot.
"I'm not sure we got the same definition of ‘working'," you stare at the cat. "It's just him without people trying to touch him, let that kid try again and you'll see my method doesn't change anything with this grumpy one."
"Mh," $namet hums. "Maybe your cat being defensive isn't such a bad thing."
$catname purrs smugly from his carrier, as if agreeing with $namet's assessment. The sound makes $namet's shoulders stiffen slightly, but $t_they doesn't try to increase the distance between you two this time.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C197">><</button>>$namet blinks at you before $t_they looks away.
"I don't spend much time around cats," $t_they answers, shoulder shrugging slightly. "So no, not really. People around me don't have any cats, except you."
"Well, you know, most of pet owners tend to talk to their pet," you explain, patting gently the carrier. "I just happen to be one of them."
$catname chooses this moment to meow again, making $namet tense. But this time, instead of distancing $t_themself, $t_they just watches the carrier with a mix of wariness and curiosity.
"Do they..." $t_they starts, then stops, looking slightly embarrassed at what $t_they was about to ask. But your raised eyebrow prompts $t_them to continue. "Do they usually answer back?"
Before you can answer, $t_they raises a hand to stop you. "I'm aware they can't talk, mind you, but do they answer in… well, their own way?"
The genuine curiosity in $t_their tone catches you off guard. It's not often you see $namet show such open interest in anything, let alone your conversations with your cat.
"For $catname? Only when he feels like it," you reply with a small smile. "He's pretty selective about who he graces with his attention."
$catname meows again as if to prove your point. $namet still maintains a careful distance, but there's something almost thoughtful in $t_their expression now.
$t_They nods slowly, processing your words. "That's rather particular."
You notice $t_their eyes keep darting to the carrier, like $t_they's trying to solve some complex puzzle. The usually composed CFO looking so intently at your cat's carrier while trying to pretend $t_they's not actually that interested is quite the sight. Maybe $t_they'll learn to love animals thanks to $catname, or maybe $t_they'll just find them even more "dangerous".
The teenager across the room has pulled her legs up onto her chair now, as if making herself as small as possible would somehow make your cat forget her existence. $catname notices and lets out what sounds suspiciously like a smug purr.
"$catname," you warn the feline who stares at you, then lie back down in their carrier.
$namet's lips twitch. "Are you having a conversation with your cat right now?"
"Yeah, and as you can see, he doesn't care," you huff.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C197">><</button>>$namet seems to recognize your attempt at changing the subject, but there's an amused glint in $t_their eyes that $t_they can't quite hide. $t_They checks $t_their watch, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of $t_their mouth. "Ten minutes since we arrived."
$catname lets out another dramatic meow, as if protesting the wait time. $namet's eyes dart to the carrier before quickly looking away, but you catch the way $t_their lips twitch again.
"Your cat seems..." $t_they pauses, searching for the right word. "Impatient."
You can tell $t_they's trying not to comment on your earlier conversation with said cat, but the hint of amusement in $t_their voice gives $t_them away.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"He'll wait," you huff, but there's no real heat behind your words. Narrowing your eyes at the cat, you add. "Like everyone. Right, $catname?"
The feline ignores you, earning a snort from you. <i>Typical</i>.<<else>>"He'll wait, right $catname?" you stare at the cat expectantly, but the feline ignores you.<</if>>
On the corner of your eye, you notice $namet's lips curling in amusement. You clear your throat again, straightening as if you didn't just talk again with your cat.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C197">><</button>>$namet actually looks a bit caught off guard by your complaint to $t_them about your cat's behavior. $t_Their lips twitch slightly, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of genuine amusement in $t_their usually stoic expression.
"I think..." $t_they starts, glancing at the carrier with careful consideration. "Your cat made his boundaries clear."
$catname meows as if in agreement.
"He's just being grumpy," you huff with a shake of your head.
The teenager across the room keeps throwing wary glances your way, or more precisely at your cat's carrier. You notice her subtly scooting her chair even further away when $catname lets out another soft meow.
"At this rate, he's going to clear the entire waiting room," $namet comments quietly, and you're surprised to hear a hint of dry humor in $t_their voice. $t_Their shoulders are still tense, but there's something almost appreciative in the way $t_they observes how your cat's presence keeps others at a distance. As if understanding better $catname now.
"For someone who claims to dislike cats," you can't help but notice, "you seem to be handling this better than expected."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C197">><</button>>$namet stares at you for a moment, a slight quirk of $t_their eyebrow betraying $t_their amusement.
"Cat language," $t_they repeats, $t_their voice flat but there's a hint of something lighter in $t_their tone. "I wasn't aware that was a skill listed on your resume."
Your shoulders lift in a smug shrug. "I'm awesome like that."
$catname meows again, and this time $namet's eyes dart between you and the carrier, as if half-expecting you to translate. "What did he just say then?"
"That I'm the best owner he could have."
"I don't know why, but I somehow doubt that's what he said."
Another smug smile plays on your lips. "You're just jealous."
The teenager across the room is still keeping her distance, occasionally throwing cautious glances at your carrier. Your cat lets out another soft meow.
"What did that one mean?" $t_they asks, cocking $t_their brow.
"For someone who's afraid of cats," you can't help but point out, "you seem pretty interested in what mine has to say."
$namet's expression does something complicated at that—a mix of embarrassment, denial, and what might be the tiniest hint of defensiveness.
"I'm not." $t_They replies almost immediately, too fast to make it believable.
<i>Riiight.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C197">><</button>>Soon enough, a door opens and a young woman in blue scrubs emerges.
"Hello everyone!" Her blue eyes scan the waiting room. "Who's been waiting the longest?"
A few people raise their hands, including the man with the golden retriever. The vet takes the puppy owner first, but quickly returns just a few minutes later.
"Alright, next..." Dr. Martinez glances around again, her gaze landing on your distressed cat who just let out another pitiful meow. Her expression softens with concern. "Oh, that doesn't sound too happy. Why don't you come in next?"
$namet straightens in $t_their chair, $t_their stoic expression unchanged but $t_their eyes following your movement as you gather $catname's carrier.
"Your partner can come too if you'd like," Dr. Martinez adds with a professional smile, noticing $namet.
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*[["Oh, it's not— we're not— we're just friends..." you hurry to clarify, well, try to.|Chap2C198]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You let the assumption slide with a smirk and gesture for the CFO to follow.|Chap2C199]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You look at Travis questioningly, letting him decide if he wants to come or not.|Chap2C200]]<<else>>[[You look at Tracee questioningly, letting her decide if she wants to come or not.|Chap2C200]]<</if>>
*[["Wanna come with me?" you propose the CFO with a smile.|Chap2C201]]
*[["You can stay if you want," you shrug, not minding either way.|Chap2C202]]
*[["We're not," you tell Dr. Martinez before glancing at the CFO with a tilt of your head. "You're coming?".|Chap2C202.1]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet's eyes widen slightly at the doctor's assumption. $t_Their expression returns back to $t_their stoic one, but it takes only a minute for the tip of $t_their ears to redden.
$t_They doesn't clarify anything like you did, only fixing $t_their sleeve already perfectly fixed and acting like $t_they didn't hear the woman's words.
Dr. Martinez's smile doesn't waver, though there's a knowing glint in her eyes as she glances between you two. "My apologies for assuming. The offer still stands though, friends are welcome too."
$catname lets out another dramatic meow, drawing everyone's attention. Dr. Martinez's expression turns concerned again.
"Should we...?" she gestures toward the examination room.
"Right," you nod, gathering your things. You're about to follow her when you notice $namet hasn't moved, but $t_they's watching you.
Noticing your gaze on $t_them, $t_they turns $t_their head. That makes you pause.
"Do you…" you hesitate, shifting on your feet. "I mean… you… wanna come?"
You've never seen someone standing so fast. You press your lips together to stop a smile from spreading on your face as $t_they joins you.
Seems like $t_they wants to come.
You lead the way.
Dr. Martinez guides you both into a clean examination room, gesturing for you to place $catname's carrier on the stainless steel table. $namet lingers near the door, arms crossed as $t_they observes you both.
"So," Dr. Martinez starts, her professional demeanor warm yet focused as she opens her tablet. "What seems to be troubling your little friend today?"
You run a hand through your hair with a sigh. "For the past few weeks, $catname's been meowing constantly at night. Like, non-stop. I thought maybe it was just a phase, but it's getting worse. Sometimes it sounds... I don't know, distressed? Different from the usual attention-seeking meows."
Dr. Martinez nods thoughtfully, typing notes into her tablet. "I see. Has there been any other changes in behavior? Eating habits, litter box use, anything unusual during the day?"
You hesitate, your fingers absently tracing the carrier's edge. "Maybe... maybe it's related to my $e_boyfriend's death? I know it sounds weird, but $catname was super close to $e_them. $catname was $e_their cat in the first place, not mine. $catname couldn't stand me. It's been two months, but sometimes grief isn't linear, right?"
Dr. Martinez's expression softens, a mix of professional compassion and genuine understanding. $namet remains silent, listening intently.
"$catname…" you trail off. "Ever since the accident, $catname's been different. More vocal. More... sad, if that makes sense?"
Dr. Martinez makes another note on her tablet, her blue eyes kind. "Pets can absolutely experience grief. Cats, contrary to popular belief, are quite emotionally intelligent. They form deep bonds and can definitely mourn."
"But what about the scratching? The constant meowl every night?" you frown slightly. "The door of my bedroom have a cat door for him to go and come, but he doesn't use it, only meowing in front of the door and scratching it."
Dr. Martinez's professional demeanor shifts slightly, her brow furrowing with intrigue. "A persistent scratching behavior combined with excessive vocalization can indicate several things. It could be separation anxiety, especially given the recent trauma of losing your $e_boyfriend, or it might be something more physiological."
She continues in her explanation and questions, examining $catname under his hiss.
But in the end, she didn't find anything. $catname didn't look stressed for her nor did he look sick.
She found nothing on him, suggesting that it was maybe just the loss of his passed owner.
Somewhat, you don't believe that. There's something with $catname, and you hope it'll get better because this is getting concerning.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C203">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>$namet's reaction is immediate, $t_their eyes widen slightly and a pink tinge creeps up $t_their neck and the tip of $t_their ears. $t_They looks like $t_they wants to correct the misunderstanding, but your casual acceptance of it seems to have short-circuited $t_their usual composed demeanor.
$t_They tries so hard to keep this stoic mask that you have to turn your head to hide your smile. "C'mon, $namet. We don't got all day."
After a moment of visible internal struggle, $t_they rises from $t_their chair with careful dignity, though the blush hasn't quite left $t_their face. $t_Their movements are slightly stiffer than usual as $t_they follows you and the doctor.
"What's wrong?" you murmur low enough for $t_their ear only. "Summer already passed but you're still getting hot?" you look at $t_them up and down, another smirk playing on your lips. "I mean, you <i>are</i> ho–"
"Stop," $t_they cuts you off in an almost breathy voice, skin getting redder and redder. "Not the place, $name."
Your brows shoot up in surprise. <i>Damn</i>. Does that mean another place would be okay?
Dr. Martinez leads you both into the examination room, shooting a warm smile over her shoulder. "It's nice to see such supportive partners. Most people come alone."
Your bubble bursts as you focus back on the matter at hand.
Dr. Martinez guides you both into a clean examination room, gesturing for you to place $catname's carrier on the stainless steel table. $namet lingers near the door, arms crossed as $t_they observes you both.
"So," Dr. Martinez starts, her professional demeanor warm yet focused as she opens her tablet. "What seems to be troubling your little friend today?"
You run a hand through your hair with a sigh. "For the past few weeks, $catname's been meowing constantly at night. Like, non-stop. I thought maybe it was just a phase, but it's getting worse. Sometimes it sounds... I don't know, distressed? Different from the usual attention-seeking meows."
Dr. Martinez nods thoughtfully, typing notes into her tablet. "I see. Has there been any other changes in behavior? Eating habits, litter box use, anything unusual during the day?"
You hesitate, your fingers absently tracing the carrier's edge. "Maybe... maybe it's related to my $e_boyfriend's death? I know it sounds weird, but $catname was super close to $e_them. $catname was $e_their cat in the first place, not mine. $catname couldn't stand me. It's been two months, but sometimes grief isn't linear, right?"
Dr. Martinez's expression softens, a mix of professional compassion and genuine understanding. $namet remains silent, listening intently.
"$catname…" you trail off. "Ever since the accident, $catname's been different. More vocal. More... sad, if that makes sense?"
Dr. Martinez makes another note on her tablet, her blue eyes kind. "Pets can absolutely experience grief. Cats, contrary to popular belief, are quite emotionally intelligent. They form deep bonds and can definitely mourn."
"But what about the scratching? The constant meowl every night?" you frown slightly. "The door of my bedroom have a cat door for him to go and come, but he doesn't use it, only meowing in front of the door and scratching it."
Dr. Martinez's professional demeanor shifts slightly, her brow furrowing with intrigue. "A persistent scratching behavior combined with excessive vocalization can indicate several things. It could be separation anxiety, especially given the recent trauma of losing your $e_boyfriend, or it might be something more physiological."
She continues in her explanation and questions, examining $catname under his hiss.
But in the end, she didn't find anything. $catname didn't look stressed for her nor did he look sick.
She found nothing on him, suggesting that it was maybe just the loss of his passed owner.
Somewhat, you don't believe that. There's something with $catname, and you hope it'll get better because this is getting concerning.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C203">><</button>>$namel's usual bravado—the flirtatious charm that typically radiates from $l_them—seems to have dimmed. $l_Their light gray eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, are unfocused.
"I'm fine," $l_they repeats, but the words lack conviction.
You don't release $l_their wrist. $namel might be a CEO, might be known for $l_their charisma and control, but right now $l_they looks like a $l_man barely holding $l_themself together. When $l_they tugs away $l_their hand, you sigh.
"Talk to me," you murmur, your frown softening. "What's really going on in that head of yours?"
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.
<</if>>"I know… and," you breathe out. A beat. "I care about you too."
The words seems to surprise $l_them as $l_they blinks at you. $l_Their expression softens as $l_they lower $l_their gaze with a smile.
"Good. Because I don't want distance." Softer this time. "Not with you."
You're starting to be aware of the shift in the air. Unspoken question, unspoken answers. You distract yourself by looking at the window.<<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that I didn't care?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face. "I get scared of messing things up."
<<if $LL >= 6>>The confession hangs in the air between you, heavy with meaning. $l_Their words makes your heart beats faster, and you have to distract yourself and look at the window to not… being so obvious of your growing feelings.
<</if>>"You're important to me," $l_they continues, $l_their voice barely above a whisper. "More important than..." $l_They swallows hard, $l_their left dimple appearing as $l_they continues. "More important than I know how to handle sometimes."
<<if $LL >= 8>>There's something in the way $l_they's looking at you now, something that makes the air feel thick with unspoken words.
"I don't want distance," $l_they repeats, softer this time. "I want..."
$l_Their words trail off again.
$l_They doesn't finish $l_their sentence.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>>$namel's usual bravado—the flirtatious charm that typically radiates from $l_them—seems to have dimmed. $l_Their light gray eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, are unfocused.
"I'm fine," $l_they repeats, but the words lack conviction.
"Right," your frown deepens. "I can see it, clearly you're totally fine right now."
$l_They looks away. "I am."
When $l_they tugs away $l_their hand from your grasp, you sigh.
"Talk to me," you say, your frown softening. "What's really going on in that head of yours?"
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.<</if>><<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that running won't solve nothing?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face with a sheepish smile. "I get scared of messing things up but I don't want that."
Scratching your neck, you nod in agreement.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>><i>Sitting back at your front desk, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at $namel's word.
"You want <b>me</b> to deal with them?" you ask, pointing to the windows and at the crowd down there.
Because of course it would be you dealing with this mess. Not that you can even be upset at them, knowing that they probably have more important tasks to do right now, especially with this “YOUR” problem.
But does it really have to be you...? You can't help but sigh at the thought of trying to calm down those "angry birds."
$namel flashes you $l_their best charming smile. "I'm sure you'll know how to work your magic with your charm."
You, the newbie will have to handle this? Well, not so new anymore, but still. You don't know where $l_they found that trust in you for not messing up and angering those people more than they already are. You wouldn't trust yourself in just a few weeks working for $l_them.
And what are you supposed to say? If these people listen as well as Juliet, you'll likely end up with bruises. If it’s not violence, all you’ll get is more shouts and insults if you say anything at all.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You throw $l_them a look. "You need your eyes checked. If you think I'm the best person to handle this mess, you're clearly hallucinating because I'm literally the worst choice possible."
It’s true, you're not exactly winning any popularity contests, and <<if $playful3 == "yes">>while you can be fun and games most days, when you want someone gone? Your smile gets razor-sharp and there's this don't-mess-with-me vibe that makes people back off real quick.<<else>>your whole serious deal isn't doing you any favors. Pretty sure you've starred in some people's nightmares.<</if>>
That’s why, honestly, if you could avoid a headache from these people, that’d be perfect.<</if>><<if $persona3 == "charm">>You grimace. You being charming doesn’t mean everything will work out with just sweet talk. You’ll what? Tell them how gorgeous their eyes are—while they’re busy spitting obscenities at you—and hope for the best? You don’t think that’ll work much. If anything you’ll just look like a creep.
With a sigh, you say. "Sweet-talking isn't gonna make their anger vanish into thin air, you know that, right?"<</if>>
"It won't be so bad," $l_they cajoles with a small chuckle. "I'm sure you could use..."
$l_They waves vaguely in your direction that makes you arche an eyebrow. "Use what exactly?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"That whole scary vibe you've got going on," $l_they shrugs slightly. "Just yell it out once and for all, I bet they'll be shaking in their boots with those gorgeous but terrifying eyes of yours."
"So your solution is for me to terrorize them?" you snort. "Real professional way to handle company issues."
"<b>Our</b> company. You work for me now," $namel grins, as if the difference changes everything when it really doesn’t. "And no, it’s not about scaring them, but maybe a bit of nudging will do them some good."<<elseif $persona3 == "charm">>"That killer smile of yours," $l_they finally says before lightly lifting a shoulder "That'd probably make some swoon."
"And what about the others who don't 'swoon'?" your other brow join the first one, lifted high and expectantly. "Is it how you resolve problems in your compa–"
"<b>Our</b> company, you work for me now," $namel grins as if the difference changes everything when it really doesn't. "And if some aren't swooning, I'm sure the ones who are will help keep everyone in check."<</if>>
$namet, who's been watching this whole back-and-forth like a tennis match, glances between you two before giving you the world's most minimal nod. "You'll be fine, $name."
<b>Wow, $namet. Super helpful. Really bringing your A-game there.</b></i>
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*[[Your right eye twitch. "Seriously? You too?"|Chap2C3]]
*[["Ugh, not you too," you groan, messing up your hair in frustration. "What if this whole thing blows up in our faces?"|Chap2C4]]
*[[You exhale, massaging your temple. "Okay, I'll deal with them."|Chap2C5]]
*[["Why not Maxime? Or Chelsea?" you grimace.|Chap2C6]]
*[[Your shoulders drop as you relent with a brief smile. "Alright, alright. You can count on me."|Chap2C7]]Your exhausted mind barely registers their voices anymore, their words becoming a distant buzz. You blink slowly, trying to focus but failing miserably. This conversation isn't interesting either so it's even more difficult to keep up with them, your eyes blinking in quick succession to stay awake.
$namet is the first to notice your lights-are-on-but-nobody's-home expression. $t_Their usual stoic face shows a flicker of concern. "$l_Dad."
"Hm?" $namel looks up from where $l_they's sprawled in $l_their chair, following $l_their $t_son gaze to you. $l_Their playful demeanor shifts instantly. "Oh sh– You look dead on your feet, $name."
<i>No shit.</i> You manage a weak grunt in response. Very eloquent. Very demure.
"Why didn't you say something?" $namel stands up, $l_their gray eyes scanning your exhausted form. "You should've left hours ago."
That's when you catch it. The exhaustion in $l_their eyes matching your own. The slight strain in $l_their smile. The moment $l_they notices you watching, though, the tiredness vanishes, replaced by an even brighter grin.
Like you imagined the whole thing and this $l_man's never known fatigue in $l_their life.
"You should go home," $namet adds quietly, $t_their deep voice somehow gentler than usual. "The situation is contained for now and we all need rest anyway."
$namel nods eagerly. "My $t_son is right as always. Go home and get some sleep."
$l_They pauses, that familiar mischievous glint returning to $l_their eyes despite $l_their concern. "Can't have my favorite employee passing out in my office, now can we?"
$namet shoots $t_their $l_father a look that clearly says 'not the time', but you're too tired to even process their usual banter. Your brain is too fried to place 3 words. With a short nod, you wave goodbye and leave the office first.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C22">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>The usually composed CFO seems caught off guard by being given the choice. $t_Their eyes dart between you, the carrier, and Dr. Martinez. $namet clears $t_their throat and stands up, $t_their movements deliberately measured as if trying to compensate for $t_their earlier hesitation.
"If you don't mind," $t_they says quietly, though $t_their eyes keep darting to the carrier as if expecting $catname to object.
Dr. Martinez's smile widens slightly. "Of course not! Follow me, please."
$namet joins you as you smile at $t_them, nudging $t_them gently while you follow Dr. Martinez. To your surprise, $t_their features relax as $t_they nudges you back gently.
Dr. Martinez guides you both into a clean examination room, gesturing for you to place $catname's carrier on the stainless steel table. $namet lingers near the door, arms crossed as $t_they observes you both.
"So," Dr. Martinez starts, her professional demeanor warm yet focused as she opens her tablet. "What seems to be troubling your little friend today?"
You run a hand through your hair with a sigh. "For the past few weeks, $catname's been meowing constantly at night. Like, non-stop. I thought maybe it was just a phase, but it's getting worse. Sometimes it sounds... I don't know, distressed? Different from the usual attention-seeking meows."
Dr. Martinez nods thoughtfully, typing notes into her tablet. "I see. Has there been any other changes in behavior? Eating habits, litter box use, anything unusual during the day?"
You hesitate, your fingers absently tracing the carrier's edge. "Maybe... maybe it's related to my $e_boyfriend's death? I know it sounds weird, but $catname was super close to $e_them. $catname was $e_their cat in the first place, not mine. $catname couldn't stand me. It's been two months, but sometimes grief isn't linear, right?"
Dr. Martinez's expression softens, a mix of professional compassion and genuine understanding. $namet remains silent, listening intently.
"$catname…" you trail off. "Ever since the accident, $catname's been different. More vocal. More... sad, if that makes sense?"
Dr. Martinez makes another note on her tablet, her blue eyes kind. "Pets can absolutely experience grief. Cats, contrary to popular belief, are quite emotionally intelligent. They form deep bonds and can definitely mourn."
"But what about the scratching? The constant meowl every night?" you frown slightly. "The door of my bedroom have a cat door for him to go and come, but he doesn't use it, only meowing in front of the door and scratching it."
Dr. Martinez's professional demeanor shifts slightly, her brow furrowing with intrigue. "A persistent scratching behavior combined with excessive vocalization can indicate several things. It could be separation anxiety, especially given the recent trauma of losing your $e_boyfriend, or it might be something more physiological."
She continues in her explanation and questions, examining $catname under his hiss.
But in the end, she didn't find anything. $catname didn't look stressed for her nor did he look sick.
She found nothing on him, suggesting that it was maybe just the loss of his passed owner.
Somewhat, you don't believe that. There's something with $catname, and you hope it'll get better because this is getting concerning.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C203">><</button>><<set $TF to $TF + 1>>$namet looks startled by the direct invitation, like $t_they wasn't expecting to be included. $t_Their usual stoic expression falters for a moment, showing a flash of uncertainty as $t_their eyes dart between you and the carrier as if hesitant to be the third wheel.
"I..." $t_they starts, then pauses, seeming to struggle with how to respond. "If you're sure you want me there."
Dr. Martinez watches this exchange with patient amusement, her clipboard tucked against her chest. When $namet finally stands up, you pat $t_their back with another smile. "Of course, that's why I asked, right?"
$t_Their features relax at your reassures, giving you a short nod.
"Perfect!" Dr. Martinez says warmly, leading the way. "It's always good to have support during these visits."
Dr. Martinez guides you both into a clean examination room, gesturing for you to place $catname's carrier on the stainless steel table. $namet lingers near the door, arms crossed as $t_they observes you both.
"So," Dr. Martinez starts, her professional demeanor warm yet focused as she opens her tablet. "What seems to be troubling your little friend today?"
You run a hand through your hair with a sigh. "For the past few weeks, $catname's been meowing constantly at night. Like, non-stop. I thought maybe it was just a phase, but it's getting worse. Sometimes it sounds... I don't know, distressed? Different from the usual attention-seeking meows."
Dr. Martinez nods thoughtfully, typing notes into her tablet. "I see. Has there been any other changes in behavior? Eating habits, litter box use, anything unusual during the day?"
You hesitate, your fingers absently tracing the carrier's edge. "Maybe... maybe it's related to my $e_boyfriend's death? I know it sounds weird, but $catname was super close to $e_them. $catname was $e_their cat in the first place, not mine. $catname couldn't stand me. It's been two months, but sometimes grief isn't linear, right?"
Dr. Martinez's expression softens, a mix of professional compassion and genuine understanding. $namet remains silent, listening intently.
"$catname…" you trail off. "Ever since the accident, $catname's been different. More vocal. More... sad, if that makes sense?"
Dr. Martinez makes another note on her tablet, her blue eyes kind. "Pets can absolutely experience grief. Cats, contrary to popular belief, are quite emotionally intelligent. They form deep bonds and can definitely mourn."
"But what about the scratching? The constant meowl every night?" you frown slightly. "The door of my bedroom have a cat door for him to go and come, but he doesn't use it, only meowing in front of the door and scratching it."
Dr. Martinez's professional demeanor shifts slightly, her brow furrowing with intrigue. "A persistent scratching behavior combined with excessive vocalization can indicate several things. It could be separation anxiety, especially given the recent trauma of losing your $e_boyfriend, or it might be something more physiological."
She continues in her explanation and questions, examining $catname under his hiss.
But in the end, she didn't find anything. $catname didn't look stressed for her nor did he look sick.
She found nothing on him, suggesting that it was maybe just the loss of his passed owner.
Somewhat, you don't believe that. There's something with $catname, and you hope it'll get better because this is getting concerning.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C203">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>><<set $talktoathielchap2 to "yes">>Vailyn gives you a knowing look while Ekissa raises an eyebrow, but neither of them stops you as you head toward the stairs. Your feet feel heavy with each step, your heart thundering in your chest. You know $a_they'll probably tell you to fuck off, to leave $a_them be, to mind your own business. It's been months since $namee's death, months of Athiel's cold shoulder and bitter remarks, yet here you are, still trying.
You're either too kind, too dumb or just a masochist at this point.
You pause at $a_their door, hand hovering over the wood. Through the thin barrier, you can hear rustling, probably $a_them changing out of $a_their work clothes. Taking a deep breath, you knock softly, not actually wanting to catch $a_them half-naked.
"What?" $a_Their voice is muffled, irritated.
"Can I come in?"
There's a pause, long enough that you almost turn back, then— "Whatever."
You push the door open slowly. Athiel's standing by $a_their dresser, having changed into a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, $a_their previously styled hair now falling messily around $a_their face. The makeup is still there, though, smudged around $a_their eyes in a way that makes the ocean blue of $a_their irises stand out even more.
"What do you want?" $a_they asks, but $a_their usual bite seems dulled by exhaustion. "I was about to take a shower."
"I..." you start, then stop, suddenly unsure. What can you say that won't make $a_them lash out? That won't make $a_them push you away even more? "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
$a_They scoffs, but it lacks its usual heat. "I'm fine. Is that all?"
You take a step closer, noting how $a_they tenses but doesn't back away. "When's the last time you had a proper meal?"
"Are you my mother now?" $a_They turns to face you fully, crossing $a_their arms.
You try to hide the grimace forming on your lips. <<if $persona3 == "intimid">><i>Hell no</i>. You'd rather eat glass than be like her.<<else>><i>Not something you wanna be, no</i>. Being like her is the last thing you want.<</if>>
<<if $AL >= 7>>"No, just... someone who cares." The words slip out before you can stop them.
$a_Their eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, just a moment, $a_their carefully constructed walls seem to crack. Then $a_they looks away, $a_their blonde hair falling forward to hide $a_their face. "What the hell, are you high or something?"
"Can't I be worried about you?" You shift your weight, watching $a_them fidget with the hem of $a_their shirt.
"You can't just—" $a_they cuts $a_themself off with a frustrated noise. "You can't say stuff like that."
You frown at $a_them, your hand absently scratching your neck. "Why not?"
"Because!" Athiel's fingers rake through $a_their hair, leaving the blond strands in even more disarray. "You're supposed to hate me. I'm supposed to hate you. That's how this whole thing works."
"Says who?"
"Says everyone! Says—" $a_Their voice breaks slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability. "Just leave me alone."
"Not until you eat something."
A hollow laugh escapes $a_their lips, the sound devoid of $a_their usual bite. "You're really not gonna let this go, are you?"
"Nope."
"God, you're annoying." The familiar venom in $a_their words has dulled, replaced by exhaustion. $a_They sinks onto the edge of $a_their bed, $a_their shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. "Fine. Whatever. I'll eat something if it'll make you shut up."
"When's the last time you actually slept?"
"Now you're really pushing it."
"Athiel."
"Stop saying my name like that!" $a_Their glare lacks its usual fire as $a_they looks up at you, fatigue evident in every line of $a_their face. "Like you actually give a damn."
You roll your lips together, the words leaving in a whisper. "But I do."
"Why?" The question comes out barely above a whisper, stripped of $a_their usual arrogance. "After everything I've..."
The words hang unfinished in the air between you. Instead of completing $a_their thought, $a_they drags a hand across $a_their face, smearing $a_their already messy makeup further.
"Just... go away," $a_they mumbles, $a_their usual sharp edges completely worn down. "Please."
"Not happening. C'mon, Vailyn cooked something to eat."
"I don't need your pity." The words lack their usual sting, sounding more like a tired reflex than genuine rejection.
"It's not pity. It's..." you pause, choosing your words carefully. "It's what $namee would've wanted."
You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips. You shouldn't have said that. You didn't mean it in a bad way, but you know this was a wrong move especially when you and Athiel are... friends...? You know too well that this dynamic is <i>not</i> friendly. The thing is, you don't think you want to examine this too closely for now.
$a_Their head snaps up, eyes suddenly fierce, though there's a hint of something before it disappear. "Don't. Don't you dare use $e_them against me."
"I'm sorry," you raise your hands in surrender. That's fair, you fucked up bringing up $namee in this mess.
"You–"<<else>>"I'm not," you frown slightly. "Doesn't mean I can't worry about you."
$a_They looks away, $a_their blonde hair falling forward to hide $a_their face. "I don't need you to worry, better, I don't need anything from you."
"Athiel," your frown deepens. "It's not about needing anything from me. You're working too hard."
"So what?" $a_Their voice comes out sharp, but there's a slight waver that betrays $a_their exhaustion. "I'm handling it just fine."
"You're running yourself into the ground," you say softly, watching how $a_their shoulders tense at your words. "You've been taking every modeling gig possible, and–"
"Stop acting like you know everything about my life," Athiel snaps, finally meeting your eyes. The ocean blue of $a_their irises seems dimmer, shadowed by dark circles. "Just because you dated my $e_brother doesn't mean you get to–" $a_they cuts $a_themself off, jaw clenching.
"This isn't about $namee," you say, even though the mention of $a_them still makes your heart twinge. "This is about you, about how you've barely slept in what looks like days."
$a_They lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through $a_their disheveled blonde hair. "Right, because you care so much. Is this what helps you sleep at night? Pretending to care about me instead of–"
"Don't." Your voice comes out firmer than intended, making $a_them pause. "Don't twist this into something it's not. I'm here because despite how much you push everyone away, despite how much you try to hate me, I still care about your wellbeing."
Athiel's expression flickers, something like confusion, and vulnerable passing through $a_their features before $a_their walls slam back up. "Well, don't. I don't need your pity, and I definitely don't need you hovering around like some guardian angel. Why do you even–"<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C214.1">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>><<set $talktoathielchap2 to "yes">>Vailyn gives you a knowing look while Ekissa raises an eyebrow, but neither of them stops you as you head toward the stairs. Your feet feel heavy with each step, your heart thundering in your chest. You know $a_they'll probably tell you to fuck off, to leave $a_them be, to mind your own business. It's been months since $namee's death, months of Athiel's cold shoulder and bitter remarks, yet here you are, still trying.
You're either too kind, too dumb or just a masochist at this point.
You pause at $a_their door, hand hovering over the wood. Through the thin barrier, you can hear rustling, probably $a_them changing out of $a_their work clothes. Taking a deep breath, you knock softly, not actually wanting to catch $a_them half-naked.
"What?" $a_Their voice is muffled, irritated.
"Can I come in?"
There's a pause, long enough that you almost turn back, then— "Whatever."
You push the door open slowly. Athiel's standing by $a_their dresser, having changed into a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, $a_their previously styled hair now falling messily around $a_their face. The makeup is still there, though, smudged around $a_their eyes in a way that makes the ocean blue of $a_their irises stand out even more.
"What do you want?" $a_they asks, but $a_their usual bite seems dulled by exhaustion. "I was about to take a shower."
"I..." you start, then stop, suddenly unsure. What can you say that won't make $a_them lash out? That won't make $a_them push you away even more? "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
$a_They scoffs, but it lacks its usual heat. "I'm fine. Is that all?"
You take a step closer, noting how $a_they tenses but doesn't back away. "When's the last time you had a proper meal?"
"Are you my mother now?" $a_They turns to face you fully, crossing $a_their arms.
You try to hide the grimace forming on your lips. <<if $persona3 == "intimid">><i>Hell no</i>. You'd rather eat glass than be like her.<<else>><i>Not something you wanna be, no</i>. Being like her is the last thing you want.<</if>>
<<if $AL >= 7>>"No, just... someone who cares." The words slip out before you can stop them.
$a_Their eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, just a moment, $a_their carefully constructed walls seem to crack. Then $a_they looks away, $a_their blonde hair falling forward to hide $a_their face. "What the hell, are you high or something?"
"Can't I be worried about you?" You shift your weight, watching $a_them fidget with the hem of $a_their shirt.
"You can't just—" $a_they cuts $a_themself off with a frustrated noise. "You can't say stuff like that."
You frown at $a_them, your hand absently scratching your neck. "Why not?"
"Because!" Athiel's fingers rake through $a_their hair, leaving the blond strands in even more disarray. "You're supposed to hate me. I'm supposed to hate you. That's how this whole thing works."
"Says who?"
"Says everyone! Says—" $a_Their voice breaks slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability. "Just leave me alone."
"Not until you eat something."
A hollow laugh escapes $a_their lips, the sound devoid of $a_their usual bite. "You're really not gonna let this go, are you?"
"Nope."
"God, you're annoying." The familiar venom in $a_their words has dulled, replaced by exhaustion. $a_They sinks onto the edge of $a_their bed, $a_their shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. "Fine. Whatever. I'll eat something if it'll make you shut up."
"When's the last time you actually slept?"
"Now you're really pushing it."
"Athiel."
"Stop saying my name like that!" $a_Their glare lacks its usual fire as $a_they looks up at you, fatigue evident in every line of $a_their face. "Like you actually give a damn."
You roll your lips together, the words leaving in a whisper. "But I do."
"Why?" The question comes out barely above a whisper, stripped of $a_their usual arrogance. "After everything I've..."
The words hang unfinished in the air between you. Instead of completing $a_their thought, $a_they drags a hand across $a_their face, smearing $a_their already messy makeup further.
"Just... go away," $a_they mumbles, $a_their usual sharp edges completely worn down. "Please."
"Not happening. C'mon, Vailyn cooked something to eat."
"I don't need your pity." The words lack their usual sting, sounding more like a tired reflex than genuine rejection.
"It's not pity. It's..." you pause, choosing your words carefully. "It's what $namee would've wanted."
You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips. You shouldn't have said that. You didn't mean it in a bad way, but you know this was a wrong move especially when you and Athiel are... friends...? You know too well that this dynamic is <i>not</i> friendly. The thing is, you don't think you want to examine this too closely for now.
$a_Their head snaps up, eyes suddenly fierce, though there's a hint of something before it disappear. "Don't. Don't you dare use $e_them against me."
"I'm sorry," you raise your hands in surrender. That's fair, you fucked up bringing up $namee in this mess.
"You–"<<else>>"I'm not," you frown slightly. "Doesn't mean I can't worry about you."
$a_They looks away, $a_their blonde hair falling forward to hide $a_their face. "I don't need you to worry, better, I don't need anything from you."
"Athiel," your frown deepens. "It's not about needing anything from me. You're working too hard."
"So what?" $a_Their voice comes out sharp, but there's a slight waver that betrays $a_their exhaustion. "I'm handling it just fine."
"You're running yourself into the ground," you say softly, watching how $a_their shoulders tense at your words. "You've been taking every modeling gig possible, and–"
"Stop acting like you know everything about my life," Athiel snaps, finally meeting your eyes. The ocean blue of $a_their irises seems dimmer, shadowed by dark circles. "Just because you dated my $e_brother doesn't mean you get to–" $a_they cuts $a_themself off, jaw clenching.
"This isn't about $namee," you say, even though the mention of $a_them still makes your heart twinge. "This is about you, about how you've barely slept in what looks like days."
$a_They lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through $a_their disheveled blonde hair. "Right, because you care so much. Is this what helps you sleep at night? Pretending to care about me instead of–"
"Don't." Your voice comes out firmer than intended, making $a_them pause. "Don't twist this into something it's not. I'm here because despite how much you push everyone away, despite how much you try to hate me, I still care about your wellbeing."
Athiel's expression flickers, something like confusion, and vulnerable passing through $a_their features before $a_their walls slam back up. "Well, don't. I don't need your pity, and I definitely don't need you hovering around like some guardian angel. Why do you even–"<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C214.1">><</button>><<set $talktoathielchap2 to "no">>Vailyn pauses their cooking, wooden spoon hovering over the pot. Their expression softens as they watch you methodically set the plates on the counter. "You're probably right, angel. Though I wish $a_they'd take better care of $a_themself."
"$a_They's an adult," Ekissa points out, getting up to help you with the cutlery. $j_Their movements are precise, placing each fork and knife with careful attention—a stark contrast to $j_their usual casual demeanor. But it's just a habit $j_they took around Vailyn. Not messing anything so Vailyn won't have an excuse to tease mercilessly Ekissa. "We can't force $a_them to join us if $a_they doesn't want to."
The kitchen falls into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft clink of plates and the bubbling of whatever Vailyn's cooking. You arrange the glasses next, trying not to think about how Athiel looked… the dark circles under $a_their eyes barely hidden by makeup, the slight slump in $a_their usually perfect posture.
"Still," Vailyn speaks up again, stirring the pot with renewed vigor, "I made $a_their favorite side dish. Just in case."
They gesture to a smaller pot on the stove, and you recognize the familiar smell of their special mushroom cream sauce.
Ekissa snorts, but there's no mockery in it. "You're such a mom sometimes."
"Someone has to be," they reply with a dramatic sigh, though their eyes twinkle with warmth. "Now, who wants to try this sauce and tell me if it needs more pepper?"
You can't help but smile at their obvious attempt to lighten the mood. This is what you love about these moments, how even when things are heavy, there's always room for small comforts. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe Athiel will join you then.
For now, you focus on setting the last of the silverware, letting the familiar routine ground you.
"There," you say, stepping back to survey your work. The table looks welcoming, set for three instead of four. It feels a bit wrong, but sometimes space is the kindest thing you can offer someone.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C216.1">><</button>><<set $talktoathielchap2 to "no">>You get up wordlessly and start gathering plates from the cabinet, purposely avoiding the topic of Athiel. The ceramic clinks softly against the wooden table as you set each plate down with careful precision. It's easier to focus on this simple task than to dwell on the heavy atmosphere $a_their appearance left behind.
Ekissa moves to help you, grabbing the silverware while shooting you a knowing look. $j_They understands your silence, sometimes it's better to let things be than to poke at wounds that aren't ready to heal.
The two of you work in sync, a well-practiced dance from countless dinners together.
"The food smells amazing," you comment, trying to lift the mood as you arrange the napkins. Vailyn beams at the compliment, their earlier concern momentarily forgotten as they stir whatever delicious concoction they're preparing.
The dining room slowly transforms into a cozy setting, four places set despite knowing only three will likely be used. You can hear movement upstairs—the sound of a door closing, water running—but you keep your attention on arranging everything just right. The glasses catch the warm kitchen light, creating small rainbow reflections on the dark wood of the table.
"Wine?" Ekissa asks, already heading to the rack.
"Please," you nod, smoothing down a slightly wrinkled napkin. "The red one?"
"You read my mind," $j_they replies, pulling out a bottle of Merlot.
The familiar routine helps ease the tension that had settled in the kitchen. By the time everything's ready, the awkward moment has mostly dissipated, replaced by the comfortable atmosphere that usually fills these dinner nights. You can hear Vailyn humming as they put the finishing touches on dinner, and Ekissa's quietly telling you about $j_their latest painting commission.
Sometimes, you've learned, the best way to handle difficult situations is to simply create space for them to exist without trying to fix them. So you focus on the present moment: the promise of good food, the warm company and the gentle certainty that tomorrow is another day.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C216.1">><</button>><<set $talktoathielchap2 to "no">><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Your fingers fidget with the plates as you place them down, mind wandering to the exhausted look in Athiel's ocean blue eyes. Everyone keeps telling $a_them to rest and slow down, but $a_they never listen, scoffing or laughing at them each time.
<<if $AL >= 7>>You're itching to join $a_them, to check on $a_them. But that would just ruin the few times $a_they has to relax. And honestly, you know $a_them well enough to not join $a_them. That'll probably just annoy $a_them even more. You want to give $a_them the space $a_they needs.
<</if>>Vailyn pauses their cooking, sharing a knowing look with Ekissa. "Angel," they start softly, "your concern for $a_them is sweet, but..."
"But $a_they's a pain in the ass who'll bite your head off for caring," Ekissa finishes bluntly, earning a sharp look from Vailyn. "What? We all know it's true."
You bite your lower lip, arranging the cutlery with more focus than necessary. The metallic clinks fill the silence as you try to sort through your thoughts. It's complicated, everything with Athiel is. $a_They just keep pushing $a_themself harder each day, taking more jobs, coming home later, even cooking for you after work when $a_they can barely stand. The dark circles under $a_their eyes are becoming a permanent feature, hidden beneath layers of concealer that can't quite mask $a_their exhaustion.
"$a_They's grieving," Vailyn says gently, their voice pulling you from your thoughts. "Sometimes people need to work through their pain in their own way, even if it's not the healthiest."
"Yeah, well, $a_they could do it without being such a dick about it," Ekissa mutters, but there's a hint of worry in $j_their tone too. "And we all know it's not just that. If $a_they didn't have that witch of a mother, $a_they would never have been so exhausted in the first place."
You glance toward the stairs where Athiel disappeared. Despite $a_their sharp words and even sharper attitude, you can't shake off the image of how vulnerable $a_they looked just now, hair messy, makeup smeared, shoulders slumped with fatigue. <<if $AL >= 7>>It's these rare moments when $a_their carefully constructed walls crack that make your heart ache the most.<</if>>
"I just..." you trail off, fingers tracing the edge of a plate. "I wish $a_they'd let someone in. Let someone help."
"Or let someone care," Vailyn adds softly, giving you a meaningful look that makes you clear your throat, trying to ignore their gaze on you.
The sound of a door closing upstairs makes you all fall silent. <<if $AL >= 7>>You try to ignore the way your heart squeezes at the thought of $a_them up there, alone and probably exhausted by the day.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C216.1">><</button>>$namet seems to freeze for a moment, like $t_they wasn't expecting to be given the option so casually. $t_They glances between you and the carrier, then at Dr. Martinez who's waiting patiently with an encouraging smile.
"If you're sure you want me there," $t_they replies, $t_their voice carefully neutral.
Dr. Martinez's smile widens slightly. "Of course! The more the merrier. This way, please."
Dr. Martinez guides you both into a clean examination room, gesturing for you to place $catname's carrier on the stainless steel table. $namet lingers near the door, arms crossed as $t_they observes you both.
"So," Dr. Martinez starts, her professional demeanor warm yet focused as she opens her tablet. "What seems to be troubling your little friend today?"
You run a hand through your hair with a sigh. "For the past few weeks, $catname's been meowing constantly at night. Like, non-stop. I thought maybe it was just a phase, but it's getting worse. Sometimes it sounds... I don't know, distressed? Different from the usual attention-seeking meows."
Dr. Martinez nods thoughtfully, typing notes into her tablet. "I see. Has there been any other changes in behavior? Eating habits, litter box use, anything unusual during the day?"
You hesitate, your fingers absently tracing the carrier's edge. "Maybe... maybe it's related to my $e_boyfriend's death? I know it sounds weird, but $catname was super close to $e_them. $catname was $e_their cat in the first place, not mine. $catname couldn't stand me. It's been two months, but sometimes grief isn't linear, right?"
Dr. Martinez's expression softens, a mix of professional compassion and genuine understanding. $namet remains silent, listening intently.
"$catname…" you trail off. "Ever since the accident, $catname's been different. More vocal. More... sad, if that makes sense?"
Dr. Martinez makes another note on her tablet, her blue eyes kind. "Pets can absolutely experience grief. Cats, contrary to popular belief, are quite emotionally intelligent. They form deep bonds and can definitely mourn."
"But what about the scratching? The constant meowl every night?" you frown slightly. "The door of my bedroom have a cat door for him to go and come, but he doesn't use it, only meowing in front of the door and scratching it."
Dr. Martinez's professional demeanor shifts slightly, her brow furrowing with intrigue. "A persistent scratching behavior combined with excessive vocalization can indicate several things. It could be separation anxiety, especially given the recent trauma of losing your $e_boyfriend, or it might be something more physiological."
She continues in her explanation and questions, examining $catname under his hiss.
But in the end, she didn't find anything. $catname didn't look stressed for her nor did he look sick.
She found nothing on him, suggesting that it was maybe just the loss of his passed owner.
Somewhat, you don't believe that. There's something with $catname, and you hope it'll get better because this is getting concerning.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C203">><</button>><b>14:04
Melth Cosmetic Corporation – 4th floor</b>
After taking a quick break at the cafeteria, you step out of the elevator. <<if $smoke == "yes">>You're aware that $namel gave you the permission to smoke here, but it still doesn't feel right to smoke at your desk, even if there's literally a small area for smokers here.<<else>>You needed to see something else than the boring space of your front desk and the same view from your chair.<</if>>
Putting down your phone on the counter, you find yourself staring at the glasses showing the view outside. This bad feeling can't seem to disappear. You thought it was Juliet, then you thought it was about $catname and $l_their constant meows but this feeling is still here, growing and leaving you on edge each passing day.
You shake your head, grabbing the files $namel needed earlier and walking to $l_their office. You open…
You… probably should've knocked. It's the polite things to do, right? And if people are doing.. stuff, it gives them time to adjust, right…? You really should've knocked because right now you're looking at the weirder sight you've ever seen.
They look at you, you look at them.
Silence.
"Whatever scenario is playing in your head right now, stop it." $namet breaks the heavy silence first, $t_their face hovering close to $t_their $l_father's as they stand intimately close to each other.
$t_They turns $t_their head back to $t_their $l_dad, moving $t_their $l_father's chin here and there. Their bodies are… very close. You're not sure what else you're supposed to think when they're standing that close to each other.
$namel throws you that same polite smile. "$t_They's worrying over nothing."
You frown slightly. Worrying? Your attention turns to the stoic $t_man who stares at the old $l_man before taking a step back. "$l_They's been drinking."
"What? I wasn't," $namel huffs an awkward laugh.
"How many?"
"Oh c'mon, don't use that tone with me. You're going to worry everyone unnecessarily..."
"How many glasses." $namet's words come out flat, $t_their deadpan stare fixed on $t_their $l_father.
$namel's shoulders slump in defeat as $l_they waves $l_their hand dismissively. "Only three."
$namet's jaw clenches visibly, a muscle twitching in $t_their cheek. "Three glasses of what, exactly?"
$namel tries to straighten $l_themself, but there's a slight sway that betrays $l_their current state. "Whiskey. Just whiskey."
"At 2 in the afternoon," $namet states flatly. It's not a question. $t_Their black eyes are scanning $t_their $l_father with a mixture of frustration and underlying concern.
You're caught in this awkward moment, holding $namel's files, unsure whether you should leave or stay. The tension between $l_father and $t_son is palpable. $namet's stoic demeanor crackling with a controlled anger, $namel looking simultaneously defensive and slightly sheepish, and you, just.. standing awkwardly there.
"I'm fine," $namel mutters, but the word 'fine' falls flat.
$namet takes another step closer to $t_their $l_father, $t_their voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "You're not fine."
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*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Travis… can you give us a minute?" you ask softly, your eyes staying on the CEO.|Chap204]]<<elseif $genderrot == "woman">>[["Tracee… can you give us a minute?" you ask softly, your eyes staying on the CEO.|Chap204]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["I need to talk to Leon," you say, keeping your gaze on the old man.|Chap205]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["I need to talk to Luna," you say, keeping your gaze on the old woman.|Chap205]]<</if>>
*[[You rub the back of your neck. "Is it about you calling a therapist for me that makes you so… this?"|Chap206]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You sigh, knowing exactly why the old man is acting like this. "Leon, you need to stop beating yourself up."|Chap207]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You sigh, knowing exactly why the old woman is acting like this. "Luna, you need to stop beating yourself up."|Chap207]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You pinch the bridge of your nose. He's acting like he killed your cat.|Chap208]]<<else>>[[You pinch the bridge of your nose. She's acting like she killed your cat.|Chap208]]<</if>>
*<<if $angrytol == "yes">><<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You look away. You're still upset by what he did.|Chap209]]<<else>>[[You look away. You're still upset by what she did.|Chap209]]<</if>><</if>>$namel pauses mid-rant, blinking at you before $l_their expression melts into understanding.
"Right, right," $l_they chuckles, that dimple appearing on $l_their left cheek. "We've kept you here long enough."
That's when you catch it. The exhaustion in $l_their eyes matching your own. The slight strain in $l_their smile. The moment $l_they notices you watching, though, the tiredness vanishes, replaced by an even brighter grin.
Like you imagined the whole thing and this $l_man's never known fatigue in $l_their life.
"It can wait," $namet agrees, finally turning away from the window. $t_Their dark eyes meet yours briefly before sliding to $t_their $l_father. "We should all rest on it. Fresh perspectives tomorrow."
"Look at you two, being all responsible," $namel teases, but there's a warmth in $l_their light gray eyes. "Making your old $l_man look bad, $t_son."
But the way $namel's eyes brightens with pride tell you $l_they doesn't mind one bit.
$namet rolls $t_their eyes at $t_their $l_father's dramatics. "You do that well enough on your own."
"So mean to your $l_father," $namel clutches $l_their chest in mock hurt, but that shit-eating grin gives $l_them away. $l_They turns to you, $l_their expression softening. "Go home, $name. You've earned your beauty sleep."
"And then some," $namet adds quietly, surprising both you and $namel with $t_their unexpected input.
$namel's grin widens. "See? Even my stoic $t_son agrees. That's practically a standing ovation coming from $t_them."
The tip of $namet’s ears dust pink slightly, but $t_they maintains $t_their composed facade, retreating to $t_their window sanctuary and fiddling with $t_their sleeve like it personally offended $t_them.
Your brain is too fried to place 3 words but you do give them another soft smile. With a short nod, you wave goodbye and leave the office first. You can hear $namel praising $l_their $t_son like $l_their own personal cheerleader while $namet sighs in both exasperation and fondness at $t_their $l_dad's antics.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C22">><</button>><<if $serious3 == "yes">>Straightening, you clear your throat. "Anyway, we got work. It won't do us good to slack off."<<else>>"Anywaaay," you break the silence lightly. "Gotta go back to work and all that."<</if>>
You don't wait for an answer to leave the office and do just that. Work.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C211">><</button>><<if $routemax == "no">><b><i>Hours later…</i>
17:15
Melth Cosmetic Company – Reception</b>
Walking to the front desk, Maxime is already gathering their things and literally throwing everything in their bag. Stopping at their desk, their eyes light up when they notice you. You swear their eyes are nearly brighter than their vibrant blue dress.
"I'm ready!" they exclaim, circling the desk to wrap their arms around one of yours and drag you out of the building.
"Ready?" you ask with a raised brow. "Didn't know we had something planned."
The receptionist waves dismissively with their free hand. "We don't, I just need someone to drive me home."
"And why, pray tell, do you need me specifically to drive you home?"
Maxime adjusts their fake glasses with a dramatic sigh. "Because my car decided to die on me this morning, and I refuse to take the bus. Do you know how many people take the bus at this hour?" They shudder exaggeratedly. "Besides, I have tea to spill. And you're like, the only friend I got here."
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*[["True that," you snicker.|Chap2CMOMM1]]
*[[You hum, amusement in your eyes. "Wonder why…"|Chap2CMOMM2]]
*[["Maybe try being nice and not manipulative," you chuckle. "I swear it works, shocking, I know."|Chap2CMOMM3]]
*[["Didn't know we were friends," you mutter, though there's no real heat.|Chap2CMOMM4]]
*[[You shrug. "Quality over quantity, right?"|Chap2CMOMM5]]<<else>><b><i>Hours later…</i>
17:15
Melth Cosmetic Company – 5th floor</b>
Knocking against Chelsea's office, you open the door enough for your head to peek inside. "Hey there."
Chelsea looks up from her computer screen, her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. A small smile graces her lips when she sees you.
"Right on time as always," she says, already gathering her things.
You've fallen into this comfortable routine over the past month—leaving work together, sometimes grabbing coffee on your way out. The stern and sometimes harsh woman didn't scare you as much as what the others felt towards her. She <i>could</i> be scary, but at the end of the day, she's just doing her job to keep everyone in line. And when you know her? She's not that bad. She's rather caring, in her own scary way.
She closes a few tabs on her computer and straightens the stack of papers on her desk, a habit you've noticed she can't help but do before leaving. Meticulous until the end.
"Just give me a minute to finish up here." Her fingers fly across the keyboard, probably sending one last email. Because she doesn't have enough work as it is…
You lean against the doorframe, watching as she goes through her end-of-day ritual: shutting down her computer, tucking her glasses into their case, and slipping her heels back on—she always kicks them off under her desk during the day, though she thinks no one notices. <<if $playful3 == "yes">>You did notice and you teased her for it, having earned a death glare that flied right above your head that day. <<else>>You did notice but you never really pointed that out. She knows you know, though. She doesn't mind it.<</if>>
"All set," Chelsea announces, grabbing her purse and jacket. "I swear, these days just keep getting longer and longer…"
She joins you at the door, that familiar tired but satisfied look on her face that comes from a productive day at work.
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*[["That's probably because you're helping others under the pretense that ‘I'll do it faster'," you point out with a snort.|Chap2CMOMC1]]
*[[You frown slightly in her direction, worry evident on your features. "You're working too much these days."|Chap2CMOMC2]]
*[["I told you already," you start, grinning her way. "Just dump all your work to those who slack off all day."|Chap2CMOMC3]]
*[[You hum. "That's because you love giving yourself more work."|Chap2CMOMC4]]
*[["Take some days off," you suggest with a shrug.|Chap2CMOMC5]]<</if>><b>17:52
Macara Residence – Home</b>
Finally home, you waste no time opening the already unlocked door. Vailyn had warned you they would visit, so Ekissa probably left the door unlocked when $j_they left to pick you up.
Taking off your shoes with a tired sigh, you pad to the kitchen, not surprised to see Vailyn already preparing the dinner.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Never heard of rest?" you quip, approaching them.<<else>>"You never get tired of this, do you?" a small smile spreads on your lips as you approach them.<</if>>
Vailyn glances up from what they are doing and throws you a warm smile. "Angel, you're back."
You hum, stopping a few feet away and waiting as they close the distance, pressing an affectionate kiss on your forehead as greeting. Taking a seat at the table, you prop your chin on your palm, watching them slice the veggies while Ekissa throws $j_their car keys somewhere on the counter and joins you two.
"Vai, guess what," Ekissa tells Vailyn with a smirk.
Vailyn keeps their eyes on their hands as they work. "What? Is it about angel? How was work anyway, $name? Not too tiring?"
"It was okay, I guess," you shrug, sending a warning look at Ekissa. You know $j_they wants to spill about the rumor about you and $namel dating, and you doubt it's a good thing to put this idea in Vailyn's head too.
But your best friend can be a real traitor sometimes.
"There's rumors going around $m_their workplace," Ekissa starts, completely ignoring your glare, "that $name and $m_their boss are dating."
Vailyn's hands pause mid-slice, and they look up with raised brows. "$namel? Your neighbor?"
When you nod reluctantly, a theatrical gasp leaves their lips.
"Oh my," they gasp dramatically, and you can't help but roll your eyes at their antics. "A workplace romance? Between a CEO and their employee? It's like something straight out of those romance novels you keep under your bed, angel."
"First of all," you point at them with an accusing finger, "stop going through my stuff. Second, we're not dating. It's just stupid office gossip. Third, I don't read romance novels."
"Mhm," Ekissa hums, not sounding convinced at all. "That's why $l_they keeps finding excuses to come to your desk?"
You groan, letting your head drop onto the table with a dull thud, tired to repeat the same thing again and again. "We're not dating."
<<if $LL >= 7>>The words leaving your mouth doesn't sound convincing tho.
"Yet," Ekissa adds unhelpfully, and you lift your head just enough to glare at $j_them.
"Not yet, not ever," you clarify, sitting up straight again. "It's just stupid office gossip."
<</if>>Vailyn resumes their chopping, but their theatrical nature shows in the way they dramatically wave the knife around as they speak. "Well, can you blame $m_them? A gorgeous CEO, $l_their charming employee..."
They trail off with a dreamy sigh that's clearly meant to tease you.
"Oh my god, stop," you groan. "You've been watching way too many romance movies."
"Speaking of movies," Ekissa cuts in, probably taking pity on you, "weren't we supposed to have a movie night?"
"Nice try changing the subject," Vailyn sing-songs, pointing the knife at $j_them before returning to their task. "But fine, we'll let my angel off the hook... for now."
You mouth a 'thank you' to Ekissa, who just rolls $j_their eyes in response, but you can see the hint of amusement in $j_their expression. Sometimes, having a best friend who hates gossip as much as $j_they hates small talk has its perks. Though, this one doesn't hate gossip when it means teasing you with Vailyn.
"I'm starving…" someone mumbles.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C213">><</button>>You startle, head whipping to that familiar voice. The arrogant $a_man has $a_their hair disheveled, makeup still intact but slightly smeared by sweat, and their outfit is too fancy for a casual hangout.
Work again.
$a_They leans $a_their shoulder against the wall at the entrance of the kitchen, arms crossed. Vailyn is the first to break the silence. "You've been working late, again. What do they do with you?"
"Nothing much," Athiel drawls. "What do you expect people to look like when they finish working? To look like fresh little flowers skipping home?" His words drip with sarcasm, lips curling into an arrogant smirk. "Some of us actually work for a living, you know."
"Keep your sarcasm outside, young $a_man," Vailyn tuts, but there's no real heat behind their words as they frown at Athiel. "Should I be worried?"
Athiel rolls $a_their eyes, already walking to the stairs. "I don't need your concern."
"And here I thought we'd have a peaceful evening," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
Vailyn's frown deepens as they watch Athiel's retreating back.
"That $a_boy..." they sigh, shaking their head. "One of these days, $a_they's going to work $a_themself sick."
<<if $AL >= 7>>You shift uncomfortably in your seat, fighting the urge to go after $a_them.<<else>>You look where Athiel were with a slight frown. You two are not… besties, but this is getting seriously concerning.<</if>>
"Let $a_them be," Ekissa says, noticing your internal struggle. "$a_They's made it clear $a_they doesn't want help."
Vailyn clicks their tongue disapprovingly. "That doesn't mean $a_they doesn't need it." They turn back to their cooking, movements a bit more aggressive than necessary. "Angel, could you set the table? Dinner's almost ready, and I'm making enough for four."
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*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[["I don't think he'll join us." You murmur as you get up. "I'll… check on him."|Chap2C2014]]<<else>>[["I don't think she'll join us." You murmur as you get up. "I'll… check on her."|Chap2C2014]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["I'll go tell Athiel dinner's ready." You say, getting up and leaving already.|Chap2C2015]]
*[[You get up to set the table. "Maybe we should just let Athiel rest."|Chap2C2016]]
*[[Set the table without commenting on Athiel.|Chap2C2017]]
*[["Do you think… Athiel will be okay?" you can't help but worry, getting up to set the table. |Chap2C2018]]<span class="icon">♡</span>Your phone suddenly buzzes in your pocket, cutting through whatever retort $a_they was about to make. Pulling it out, you glance at the screen. Your heart skips a beat when you see the caller ID.
"I... need to take this," you say, already heading to the door. Athiel just waves $a_their hand dismissively, turning to face the wall.
"Whatever," $a_they mutters, but you catch the slight curiosity in $a_their tone.
You hurry to your room, closing the door behind you as you answer the call.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C219">><</button>>The kitchen is filled with the comfortable chatter between you, Ekissa, and Vailyn when your phone starts vibrating. The ringtone cuts through your conversation about weekend plans, making you pause mid-sentence.
Fishing your phone from your pocket, you check the screen. Your breath catches in your throat when you see who's calling.
"Sorry," you say, already backing away from the counter. "I really need to take this."
"Everything okay?" Vailyn asks, concern evident in their voice.
"Yeah, just..." you gesture vaguely toward the stairs. "I'll be right back."
You catch Ekissa's questioning look as you hurry up to your room, shutting the door quietly behind you before answering the call.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C219">><</button>>"Vince," you breathe out, unable to hide the worry in your tone for your youngest brother.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C1">><</button>>In the underground parking lot, your steps slow until you come to a complete stop, mind drifting without even realizing it.
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LOOK AT ME</div>
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<b>LOOK AT ME</b></div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C25">><</button>><div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i>LOOK–</i></b></div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C26">><</button>><i>"...at me," $namee murmurs softly as $e_they lifts your chin, $e_their thumb brushing along your cheek. "There you are. Had me worried for a sec."
A soft sigh escapes your lips, running a hand through you $hairlength hair. "Sorry, spaced out."
You try to quiet the beats of your heart hammering against your ribcage at how casually affectionate $e_they's being, like $e_they's been doing this for years, touching you tenderly when it's not even been <b>that</b> long you two knew each other.
"During our first date?" $namee's brows furrow in that adorably pouty way of $e_theirs. "Not sure how to feel about that."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You grunt in reply, the "tough" exterior cracking slightly as you look away. "Just have a lot of shit to handle these days."
"Really?" $namee tilts $e_their head to catch your gaze as $e_they wiggles $e_their brows to try and bring another smile from you. "Something more important than me?"
A reluctant smile tugs at your lips as you snort. "It’s our first date, what did you think? I’d be head over heels?"
$namee’s smile doesn’t waver as $e_their hand reaches out to hook a finger around one of yours. "Maybe?"
Another snort escape you, even when your heart is beating so fast you’re worried it’ll tear its way out of your chest. The casual touch is doing many things to you right now.<<else>>You flash $e_them one of your signature smiles, though it doesn't quite reach your eyes. "I just have a lot of… things to handle these days."
"Really?" $namee tilts $e_their head and damn if it isn't the most adorable thing you've seen. "Something more important than me?"
Your eyebrow arches, amused. "Should I remind you that it’s just our first date?"
$namee’s smile doesn’t waver as $e_their hand reaches out to hook a finger around one of yours. "Is it? I feel like it’s been forever we’ve known each other."
You hum noncommittally, keeping a calm expression when you’re anything but calm inside. The casual touch is doing a <b>lot</b> of things to you right now.<</if>>
"Can I hear it?" $namee murmurs.
"What?"
$e_Their expression gentles as $e_they clarifies softly. "Your problems. Can I hear them?"</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C27">><</button>>The sounds of footsteps echoing in the underground parking lot pull you out of your reverie and you realize you’ve been staring at nothing for a while now. With a sigh, you drag a hand down your face. Sleep is definitely calling your name.
"Still with us?" $namet's voice comes from behind.
"Mm," you hum, heading toward your car with both CEO and CFO trailing behind.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Didn't know I had two bodyguard," you quip, throwing them a pointed look over your shoulder.
$namel only grins at that. "Gorgeous ones at that."
<<if $TL >= 6 or $LL >= 6>><i>True that.</i><</if>>
$namet just shrugs as $t_they replies. "That's the polite thing to do."
"We're at work," you remind them. "Not like I just had dinner at your place or anything."
$namet's eyes flicker between yours and the ground as $t_they presses $t_their lips together. "Does it bother you?"<<else>>"Um," you clear your throat, noticing them still walking beside you. You gesture toward their cars parked way over on the other side.
"Aren't your cars that way?"
"They are," $namet confirms simply, keeping $t_their eyes straight ahead.
$namel flashes you a bright smile. "Just thought you might want the company."
"Does it bother you?" $l_their $t_son purses $t_their lips, $t_their fingers playing with $t_their sleeve.<</if>>
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<if $TL >= 6>>You shake your head, gaze lingering on $namet. "You're not bothering me."
The stoic $t_man avoids your eyes, $t_their tongue quickly darting out to wet $t_their lips as $t_they nods, the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of $t_their mouth.<<elseif $LL >= 6>>You shake your head, gaze lingering on $namel. "You're not bothering me."
The CEO meets your gaze steadily. A smirk slowly spreads across $l_their face, but $l_they stays quiet, just wearing that smug, satisfied smile. You get the feeling those simple words just made $l_their whole day.<<else>>You wave it off with a sigh. You're almost at your car anyway, might as well let them do their thing.<</if>><</if>><<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"It's not that," you shake your head<<if $TL >= 6>>, gaze lingering on the stoic $t_man<<elseif $LL >= 6>>, gaze lingering on the CEO<</if>> as you lift your shoulder lightly. "I was just wondering why. Everyone had a rough day today and I'm sure all we want right now is to get home and rest."
<<if $TL >= 6>>The stoic $t_man avoids your eyes, $t_their tongue quickly darting out to wet $t_their lips as $t_they nods, the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of $t_their mouth.<<elseif $LL >= 6>>The CEO meets your gaze steadily. A smirk slowly spreads across $l_their face, but $l_they stays quiet, just wearing that smug, satisfied smile. You get the feeling those simple words just made $l_their whole day.
<</if>><</if>> Finally reaching your car, you hit the unlock button on your keys. Turning to face the two of them hovering by your car, you say, "Well, this is me. Thanks for..." you gesture vaguely. "The escort service and everything."
$namel's face lights up almost comically, gray eyes sparkling, smile widening. You get the distinct impression it doesn't take much to make $l_them happy if a simple thank you gets this reaction.
"Right, I'll tail your car–" $l_they starts, leaning forward with an eagerness that seems more like a puppy wanting to join an adventure than a 43-year-old CEO.
You shake your head, throwing a tired smile at the older $l_man. "I'm not going home yet, I gotta pick up Ekissa at the expo $j_they’s at tonight."
"Ooooh," $namel's whole face could blind you with so much brightness, and you can practically see the wheels of curiosity spinning in $l_their mind.<<if $LL >= 6>> It's almost adorable how transparent $t_they is.<</if>> "Can I com–"
Before $l_they can finish $l_their sentence, $namet smoothly cuts in. $t_Their hand clamps over $t_their $l_father's mouth with practiced precision, the movement so quick and natural it speaks of countless similar interventions.
$namet shakes $t_their head, a subtle motion that says 'absolutely not'. "Let's just get you home."
The old $l_man's shoulders slump visibly as $namel and $namet walk towards their cars. There's a palpable sense of disappointment radiating from $namel, $l_their usually energetic posture now deflated as you shake your head in exasperation. The old $l_man still manages to wave at you as they walk away.
$namet, in a rare moment of tenderness, slides $t_their hand along $t_their $l_father's back, trying to comfort the CEO. The gesture is subtle—a gentle, rhythmic motion—but that speaks volumes about their relationship. $namet can be strict with $t_their $l_father, but $t_they's also caring with $t_their old $l_man.
You catch the sight of $namet's dimples, hinting at an almost-smile as they join their cars and fade from view.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C28">><</button>>Rubbing your eyes, you let out a sharp breath before sliding into Ekissa's car. Once settled in your seat, you stretch your neck, tilting it side to side, feeling the tension slowly seeping from your muscles.
The day was exhausting. All you want is to crash at home... after picking up your best friend, obviously. It'd be pretty crappy to leave your best friend stranded for god knows how long. Especially when $j_they was nice enough to let you borrow $j_their car until you could afford your own, when $j_they could've just let you deal with the bus or—
Shit.
Checking the time on your phone draws another sigh from you.
You're late.
You promised Ekissa you'd make it to $j_their art gallery exhibition, but it's probably wrapped up by now. You hadn't realized it was <i>this</i> late...
Ekissa didn't send any messages. $j_They's probably sulking, knowing $j_them. Not bothering you but still upset at you.
Groaning, you start the car, yanking down the sun visor you don't even know why you put up this morning. You're pulling out of the underground parking lot—
When you slam on the brakes to avoid crashing into another vehicle racing to get in, taking up the entire damn road.
The sudden stop slams your forehead into the steering wheel, your heart jumping into your throat as a strangled noise escapes you. The other car's horn blares through the air. Like you're the one at fault.
You suck in a breath. Your forehead stings, but nothing serious… you think. Probably.
You're fine. The car is fine.
It was... nothing. It was nothing. You're okay.
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$namee trapped in the car.</div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C30">><</button>>"Stop what?" $l_they attempts, trying to make $l_their trademark teasing tone reappears. But it falls flat, more like a weak defense mechanism than genuine deflection.
You don't break eye contact as you let go of $l_their wrist.
"Drowning whatever you're feeling," you clarify. "This isn't you, $namel."
"And what exactly is 'me'?" $l_they asks but the words are more vulnerable than provocative. $l_Their light gray eyes meet yours, searching, challenging.
You shake your head. "Stop deflecting and talk to me, $namel. What's really going on in that head of yours?"
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.
<</if>>"I know… and," you breathe out. A beat. "I care about you too."
The words seems to surprise $l_them as $l_they blinks at you. $l_Their expression softens as $l_they lower $l_their gaze with a smile.
"Good. Because I don't want distance." Softer this time. "Not with you."
You're starting to be aware of the shift in the air. Unspoken question, unspoken answers. You distract yourself by looking at the window.<<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that I didn't care?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face. "I get scared of messing things up."
<<if $LL >= 6>>The confession hangs in the air between you, heavy with meaning. $l_Their words makes your heart beats faster, and you have to distract yourself and look at the window to not… being so obvious of your growing feelings.
<</if>>"You're important to me," $l_they continues, $l_their voice barely above a whisper. "More important than..." $l_They swallows hard, $l_their left dimple appearing as $l_they continues. "More important than I know how to handle sometimes."
<<if $LL >= 8>>There's something in the way $l_they's looking at you now, something that makes the air feel thick with unspoken words.
"I don't want distance," $l_they repeats, softer this time. "I want..."
$l_Their words trail off again.
$l_They doesn't finish $l_their sentence.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>>"Stop what?" $l_they attempts, trying to make $l_their trademark teasing tone reappears. But it falls flat, more like a weak defense mechanism than genuine deflection.
You don't break eye contact as you let go of $l_their wrist.
"Drowning whatever you're feeling," you clarify. "This isn't you, $namel."
"And what exactly is 'me'?" $l_they asks but the words are more vulnerable than provocative. $l_Their light gray eyes meet yours, searching, challenging.
You shake your head. "Stop deflecting and talk to me, $namel. What's really going on in that head of yours?"
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.<</if>><<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that running won't solve nothing?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face with a sheepish smile. "I get scared of messing things up but I don't want that."
Scratching your neck, you nod in agreement.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>><i>$namet gives another one of $t_their signature nods, $t_their dark eyes zeroing in on $t_their $l_dad. "$l_Dad has another meeting, and I'm stuck dealing with all the legal drama–"
"I literally just started working here," you cut in, frowning. "How exactly am I supposed to handle this? Need I remind you my work experience was–"
"We know," $namet holds up a palm toward the crowd, cutting you off. "But we need someone to take care of it, and you're the only one right now we can trust."
$l_Their $l_dad taps your desk, beaming like $l_they just won the lottery. "I'll owe you forever."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You scoff. Yeah, like you actually have a choice here.<<else>>You flash $l_them your best fake smile, the kind that screams 'laying it on a bit thick, aren't we?'<</if>>
Scratching your neck with blunt nails with frustration, you nod. You have to remind yourself that you're not the one making decisions here. Like it or not, $namel is still your boss and it's the first job where you actually feel comfortable. No dealing with Karen's coffee orders, no cleaning up after gross customers, no putting up with annoying coworkers. It's basically workplace heaven at this point.
You'll do it, but if you mess up, it'll be on them for trusting you, not on you… right?
"So?" $namel prompts.
"I'll deal with them."</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C8">><</button>><div style="text-align: center;">Your grip tightens on the steering wheel until your knuckles turn white. Your ring catches the overhead light.</div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C31">><</button>><div style="text-align: center;">
Your lover's burned skin.</div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C32">><</button>><b><i>You're okay.</i></b>
<<if $smoke == "yes">>Your hands frantically pat your jacket pocket, fishing out your cigarette pack. With trembling fingers, you pull one out and slip it between your lips. The lighter keeps flickering out, your shaking hands making it impossible until... Finally, success. You take a desperate, long drag.
The nicotine floods your throat and spreads through your lungs. Your trembling hands gradually steady as your body relaxes when you exhale, white smoke curling through the car as you crack the window to let it escape into the night air.<<else>>Your panicked breathing is the only sound filling the car. You try to ground yourself, thumb and forefinger playing with your ring, running over its smooth surface.
You breath in. And out.
It doesn't work at first. You have to focus on your ring, concentrate on your breathing, spinning the band around and around your finger.
Gradually, your body releases its tension and your racing heart slows to a normal rhythm.<</if>>
Taking an unsteady breath, you swallow hard before easing your foot onto the accelerator. The other driver yells something, but you tune them out.
You drive away from the building.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C33">><</button>><b>19:25
Art Gallery</b>
You pull into the empty parking lot of the now-closed art gallery. Ekissa's there, leaning against the wall by the locked entrance, arms crossed over $j_their chest.
$j_Their black shoe taps impatiently against the concrete, $j_their narrowed eyes fixed on nothing in particular. $j_Their jaw's clenched tight, expression growing stonier with each minute that passes.
Only the nearby streetlights illuminate $j_their form, making $j_their snowy white locks appear brighter against $j_their dark outfit.
You wince. Even though it's not exactly your fault, you still feel a bit guilty. You've let $j_them wait for god knows how long, <<if $genderroj == "man">>sure, he's a guy and maybe not as vulnerable as a woman would be in this situation, but still...… it's dark outside, you never know what could happen, shit can happen to anyone, even guys.<<else>>anything could've gone down, especially with her being a woman. You know Ekissa can handle herself—she's more likely to be the one making creeps run—but still... it's dark out here, and you never know what kind of sick bastards might try something.<</if>>
Taking a quick breath, you climb out and shut the car door behind you. You pause for a sec. You have no doubt $j_they'll bite your head off, so might as well prepare yourself mentally.
Unsure whether to smile or not, you keep your face carefully neutral and don't show anything as you walk in $j_their direction.
Your footsteps echo in the empty lot, and $j_their expression hardens further, arms tightening across $j_their chest. You already know it won't be easy to console $j_them. $j_They can be stubborn when $j_they wants to.
Stopping a few feet away, you roll your lips together. "How was–"
Ekissa turns $j_their head away from you, fixing $j_their gaze on the streetlight instead. Clearly letting you know that yeah, $j_they's definitely in full sulking mode.
"Eki'," you try, keeping your voice soft.
Radio silence.
Smoothing an inexistent wrinkle from your jacket, you take another step to approach your bestie. You lean to the side, trying to catch $j_their eye, but $j_they's determined to look anywhere but at you.
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*[["I'm sorry," you say softly with an apologetic smile.|Chap2C34]]
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["Oh c'mon," you nudge his ankle gently with your shoe. "I swear I have an excuse."|Chap2C35]]<<else>>[["Oh c'mon," you nudge her ankle gently with your shoe. "I swear I have an excuse."|Chap2C35]]<</if>>
*[[You sigh, hooking your thumbs in your pockets. "I had to deal with something at work. Didn't mean to leave you hanging. I'm sorry."|Chap2C36]]
*[[You click your tongue. "Really? We're doing this?"|Chap2C37]]
*[["I'll leave you here if you keep sulking," you warn playfully.|Chap2C38]]
*[[You raise an eyebrow. "Is that a pout I'm seeing?"|Chap2C39]]Ekissa's jaw clenches tighter, but you catch the slight twitch at the corner of $j_their mouth. $j_They's trying really hard to maintain $j_their annoyed facade. It's a losing game with you as $j_their opponent.
"I waited," $j_they finally speaks, $j_their voice carrying a hint of hurt beneath the irritation and earning a wince from you. "For forty-five minutes for you to pick me up, $name. Plus however long for you to show up to my art exhibition like you promised. You never showed up."
Your apologetic smile dims a bit. It's true that you promised but you didn't mean to miss it, you know how important it is for Ekissa. You wouldn't have missed it if you'd actually had any choice. "I know..."
"In the cold," $j_they continues, still refusing to look at you directly, but $j_their arms loosen slightly against $j_their chest.
"I really am sorry, Eki'," you say again, genuine regret coloring your tone. "Something happened at work and I had to help."
$j_They finally turns to look at you, $j_their black eyes searching your face. After a moment, $j_they lets out a heavy sigh, $j_their shoulders dropping.
"You're lucky I love you," $j_they grumbles, the ice in $j_their voice already thawing.
Your expression softens<<if $JL >= 6>>, heart beating a tad faster at the words<</if>> as you part your lips to reply–
"What the fuck," Ekissa hisses, $j_their expression turns into a scowl as $j_they reaches out to brush lightly $j_their thumb against your forehead, only now realizing something. "The hell happened? Some asshole tried somethin' on you?"
Well, damn. That's some serious change of demeanor. The pouty Ekissa is rapidly transforming into full protective mode.
You're not sure about what $j_they's referring to, but when you feel the slight pain on your forehead, you remember the little problem you encountered with that other car.
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*[["Not really," you smile sheepishly.|Chap2C40]]
*[["Yeah, you should've seen the other guy," you joke lightly, trying to downplay the whole thing.|Chap2C41]]
*[[You wince in slight pain before answering simply. "I'm fine, it's nothing."|Chap2C42]]
*[[You click your tongue. "An idiot wasn't looking at the road."|Chap2C43]]
*[[You chuckle. "Don't worry about it, just a scratch."|Chap2C44]]Ekissa glances down at your foot, then back to the side, but you catch the slight twitch of $j_their lips. $j_Their attempt to stay mad is wavering. It's always a challenge for $j_them to stay mad at you more than 10 minutes anyway.
"An excuse," $j_they repeats flatly, but there's a hint of curiosity in $j_their tone despite $j_their efforts to sound uninterested.
"Mhm," you hum, giving $j_their ankle another gentle nudge. "A really good one."
$j_They shifts slightly, uncrossing one arm to run through $j_their snowy white hair, a telltale sign $j_they's about to give in.
"It better be good," $j_they mutters, not meeting your eyes yet. "I've been freezing my ass off out here. You know how long I've been standing here? Forty-five minutes waiting for you to pick me up, $name. Plus all that time I waited for you to show at my exhibition like you promised."
"But I've got a solid reason," you tilt your head, trying to catch $j_their eye. "You know I wouldn't just miss something so important to you like that–"
"What the fuck," Ekissa hisses, $j_their expression turns into a scowl as $j_they reaches out to brush lightly $j_their thumb against your forehead, only now realizing something. "The hell happened? Some asshole tried somethin' on you?"
Well, damn. That's some serious change of demeanor. The pouty Ekissa is rapidly transforming into full protective mode.
You're not sure about what $j_they's referring to, but when you feel the slight pain on your forehead, you remember the little problem you encountered with that other car.
----
*[["Not really," you smile sheepishly.|Chap2C40]]
*[["Yeah, you should've seen the other guy," you joke lightly, trying to downplay the whole thing.|Chap2C41]]
*[[You wince in slight pain before answering simply. "I'm fine, it's nothing."|Chap2C42]]
*[[You click your tongue. "An idiot wasn't looking at the road."|Chap2C43]]
*[[You chuckle. "Don't worry about it, just a scratch."|Chap2C44]]"Work," Ekissa scoffs, but some of the tension leaves $j_their shoulders. "Always work with you lately."
You notice how $j_their fingers drum against $j_their arm, something $j_they does when $j_they's trying to decide whether to stay mad or not.
The streetlight above flickers slightly, casting dancing shadows across $j_their features. $j_Their jaw is still set, but the previous hardness in $j_their expression has softened just a bit. It's always a losing game to stay mad at you anyway for $j_them.
"I really am sorry, Eki'," you give $j_them a wry smile. "I know waiting's not your thing. Should've at least shot you a text."
$j_They stays silent for a moment, $j_their black eyes finally meeting yours. "Forty-five minutes, $name," $j_they reminds you, though the bite in $j_their voice is gone. "In the cold. And you bailed on my exhibition... You said you'd be there."
You wince. Yeah, you definitely owe $j_them for this one.
$j_Their fingers stop their drumming, and $j_they lets out a heavy sigh. "You're lucky I didn't leave."
"I know," you offer $j_them a small smile. "Really lucky."
"And you're lucky I'm not–" $j_they stops mid-sentence.
"What the fuck," Ekissa hisses, $j_their expression turns into a scowl as $j_they reaches out to brush lightly $j_their thumb against your forehead, only now realizing something. "The hell happened? Some asshole tried somethin' on you?"
Well, damn. That's some serious change of demeanor. The pouty Ekissa is rapidly transforming into full protective mode.
You're not sure about what $j_they's referring to, but when you feel the slight pain on your forehead, you remember the little problem you encountered with that other car.
----
*[["Not really," you smile sheepishly.|Chap2C40]]
*[["Yeah, you should've seen the other guy," you joke lightly, trying to downplay the whole thing.|Chap2C41]]
*[[You wince in slight pain before answering simply. "I'm fine, it's nothing."|Chap2C42]]
*[[You click your tongue. "An idiot wasn't looking at the road."|Chap2C43]]
*[[You chuckle. "Don't worry about it, just a scratch."|Chap2C44]]$j_Their black eyes narrow further, if that's even possible. The streetlight catches the movement as $j_they tilts $j_their chin up defiantly. You swear you're having a deja vu, but you don't think $j_they'd like to know you're thinking at how similar $j_they looks like Athiel right now.
"Yes," $j_they bites out. "<i>We</i> are doing this."
You can't help but roll your eyes at $j_their dramatic response. Leave it to Ekissa to go full drama queen when $j_they's in one of $j_their moods.
"Eki'," you try, but $j_they shuts you down with a look that could kill.
"Don't 'Eki'' me," $j_they grumbles, $j_their snowy white hair looking almost ethereal under the lamppost as $j_they shakes $j_their head. "Been standing here. Solo. Freezing my ass off."
"It's not even that cold," you point out, which apparently is the wrong thing to say because $j_their expression darkens as $j_they tightens $j_their arms against $j_them.
"Oh, <i>now</i> you're telling me how I should feel about waiting forty-five fucking minutes?"
You press your lips together to suppress a smile. An angry Ekissa is one thing, but a pouty, dramatic Ekissa? That's just entertaining. You really try to hide it, though. But you're doing a bad job at it.
"I had an excuse, Eki', and–"
"What the fuck," Ekissa hisses, $j_their expression turns into a scowl as $j_they reaches out to brush lightly $j_their thumb against your forehead, only now realizing something. "The hell happened? Some asshole tried somethin' on you?"
Well, damn. That's some serious change of demeanor. The pouty Ekissa is rapidly transforming into full protective mode.
You're not sure about what $j_they's referring to, but when you feel the slight pain on your forehead, you remember the little problem you encountered with that other car.
----
*[["Not really," you smile sheepishly.|Chap2C40]]
*[["Yeah, you should've seen the other guy," you joke lightly, trying to downplay the whole thing.|Chap2C41]]
*[[You wince in slight pain before answering simply. "I'm fine, it's nothing."|Chap2C42]]
*[[You click your tongue. "An idiot wasn't looking at the road."|Chap2C43]]
*[[You chuckle. "Don't worry about it, just a scratch."|Chap2C44]]$j_Their head snaps toward you so fast you worry for $j_their neck. The look $j_they gives you could probably turn summer into winter.
"You wouldn't dare," $j_they says slowly, $j_their voice dropping an octave lower as $j_they's quick to look away with a scowl.
You raise your eyebrows challengingly, taking a deliberate step backward. "Try me."
$j_Their eyes track your movement on the corner of $j_their eye as $j_they uncrosses $j_their arms. "So you make me wait forty-five minutes, and now you're threatening to ditch me?"
"Mhm," you hum, backing up another step.
"$name," $j_they warns, but you catch that slight twitch at the corner of $j_their mouth.
"Yes, Ekissa?" you ask innocently, keys jingling as you pull them out.
$j_They pushes off the wall, $j_their snowy white hair catching the light as $j_they moves. "Don't you fucking dare–"
You take another step back, dangling the keys like bait. "Sorry, can't hear you over all that sulking."
"What the fuck," Ekissa hisses, $j_their expression turns into a scowl as $j_they reaches out to brush lightly $j_their thumb against your forehead, only now realizing something. "The hell happened? Some asshole tried somethin' on you?"
Well, damn. That's some serious change of demeanor. The pouty Ekissa is rapidly transforming into full protective mode.
You're not sure about what $j_they's referring to, but when you feel the slight pain on your forehead, you remember the little problem you encountered with that other car.
----
*[["Not really," you smile sheepishly.|Chap2C40]]
*[["Yeah, you should've seen the other guy," you joke lightly, trying to downplay the whole thing.|Chap2C41]]
*[[You wince in slight pain before answering simply. "I'm fine, it's nothing."|Chap2C42]]
*[[You click your tongue. "An idiot wasn't looking at the road."|Chap2C43]]
*[[You chuckle. "Don't worry about it, just a scratch."|Chap2C44]]$j_Their eyes widen slightly before narrowing dangerously. "I do <i>not</i> pout. I never pout and I will <i>never</i> pout."
"Uh-huh," you drawl, fighting back an amused smile. "So what's that thing your lips are doing right now?"
"Being rightfully annoyed," $j_they snaps, but now $j_they's clearly trying to control $j_their face, which just makes everything ten times worse. $j_Their eyebrows scrunch together as $j_they presses $j_their lips tight, desperately trying to un-pout.
You lean forward slightly, squinting at $j_them under the streetlight as $j_they looks away. "Nope, that's definitely a pout. The Ekissa Jones signature pout."
"I will murder you in your sleep," $j_they threatens, but the effect is ruined by how $j_they's now actively fighting against $j_their lips wanting to quirk up.
"With that pout? Terrifying," you tease, watching as $j_their composure crumbles bit by bit.
$j_Their snowy white hair catches the light as $j_they tilts $j_their head back with an exasperated groan. "I hate you so much right now."
"No, you don't," you sing-song, knowing you've won when $j_their arms finally uncross. "You can't be mad at me longer than–"
"What the fuck," Ekissa hisses, $j_their expression turns into a scowl as $j_they reaches out to brush lightly $j_their thumb against your forehead, only now realizing something. "The hell happened? Some asshole tried somethin' on you?"
Well, damn. That's some serious change of demeanor. The pouty Ekissa is rapidly transforming into full protective mode.
You're not sure about what $j_they's referring to, but when you feel the slight pain on your forehead, you remember the little problem you encountered with that other car.
----
*[["Not really," you smile sheepishly.|Chap2C40]]
*[["Yeah, you should've seen the other guy," you joke lightly, trying to downplay the whole thing.|Chap2C41]]
*[[You wince in slight pain before answering simply. "I'm fine, it's nothing."|Chap2C42]]
*[[You click your tongue. "An idiot wasn't looking at the road."|Chap2C43]]
*[[You chuckle. "Don't worry about it, just a scratch."|Chap2C44]]$l_They doesn't.
"$namel," you press, your hand letting go of $l_their wrist. "Is it about what happened?"
$l_Their shoulders tense at your words. "No."
"Liar."
"It's not…" $l_they mumbles, the tone of $l_their voice not convincing you one bit.
"Then talk to me," you frown at $l_them. "I can't know if you don't tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.
<</if>>"I know… and," you breathe out. A beat. "I care about you too."
The words seems to surprise $l_them as $l_they blinks at you. $l_Their expression softens as $l_they lower $l_their gaze with a smile.
"Good. Because I don't want distance." Softer this time. "Not with you."
You're starting to be aware of the shift in the air. Unspoken question, unspoken answers. You distract yourself by looking at the window.<<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that I didn't care?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face. "I get scared of messing things up."
<<if $LL >= 6>>The confession hangs in the air between you, heavy with meaning. $l_Their words makes your heart beats faster, and you have to distract yourself and look at the window to not… being so obvious of your growing feelings.
<</if>>"You're important to me," $l_they continues, $l_their voice barely above a whisper. "More important than..." $l_They swallows hard, $l_their left dimple appearing as $l_they continues. "More important than I know how to handle sometimes."
<<if $LL >= 8>>There's something in the way $l_they's looking at you now, something that makes the air feel thick with unspoken words.
"I don't want distance," $l_they repeats, softer this time. "I want..."
$l_Their words trail off again.
$l_They doesn't finish $l_their sentence.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>>$l_They doesn't.
"$namel," you press, your hand letting go of $l_their wrist. "Is it about what happened?"
$l_Their shoulders tense at your words. "No."
"Liar."
"It's not…" $l_they mumbles, the tone of $l_their voice not convincing you one bit.
"Then talk to me," you frown at $l_them. "I can't know if you don't tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.<</if>><<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that running won't solve nothing?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face with a sheepish smile. "I get scared of messing things up but I don't want that."
Scratching your neck, you nod in agreement.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>><i>$namet's stoic expression doesn't waver, but there's a hint of understanding in $t_their eyes. $t_They seems to consider something a moment.
"Sometimes, taking a risk is better than doing nothing," $t_they says, attention back on the crowd below. "We can't let them keep putting on this show outside and bringing in more people. We need to act fast."
$namel leans against the desk, $l_their charming smile still playing on $l_their lips. "Worst case scenario, we'll handle the fallout together. But I doubt it'll come to that."
You shoot $namel a skeptical look. The 'together' part sounds more like you'll be the one cleaning up the mess while they watch from a safe distance. Well, you doubt they'll do that, they'll probably be too wrapped up in their own drama to even notice you struggling with this crowds down there.
"Look," $namet interjects, clearly picking up on your doubt, "We wouldn't ask if we didn't believe you could handle this. These people just want answers and we have nothing to hide, just tell them what’s going on and if they don’t believe your words, the truth will come out eventually."
$t_Their voice is matter-of-fact, devoid of any patronizing tone. $t_Their finger point to your badge. “Plus, you're working here now. If you can't handle the heat now, you won't last long in this company."
<b>Talk about cheering you up…</b>
$namel winces at $l_their $t_son honest but blunt words as $l_they nods, adding to you, "You've got more potential than you give yourself credit for."
Nice words, but they're not exactly making you feel better. Dealing with a crowd isn't nothing. You can, like, be pushed around and then die. That could happen. There's a slim chance for it to happen. But it could happen. You're not being dramatic or anything. You're just kind of attached to being alive, and "trampled by angry mob" isn't exactly on your bucket list.
"I still think it's a bad idea," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "But if I try and this get messier, don't say I didn't warn you."</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C8">><</button>>Ekissa's scowl deepens, $j_their thumb still ghosting over the small injury.
"Not really isn't a 'no'," $j_they points out sharply. The previous sulking completely forgotten as concern takes over, bringing out $j_their scarier side.
You try to lean away from $j_their touch but $j_they follows, dark eyes scanning your face for any other injuries. "Eki', I swear it's fine–"
"What happened?" $j_they cuts you off, voice firm. The worry lines forming between $j_their brows as $j_they clenches and unclenches $j_their jaw.
"Just some idiot who can't drive," you sigh, knowing $j_they's like a dog with a bone. "Almost had a collision when I was leaving work."
$j_Their jaw gets even tighter, hand curling into a fist. "Where?"
"Eki'–"
"<i>Where?</i>"
"Underground parking," you give in. "But they're long gone now, so you can stop plotting murder."
$j_They mutters something that sounds suspiciously like 'we'll see about that' before $j_their eyes narrow at your forehead again. "Does it hurt?"
"Not really," you reply truthfully with a shake of your head.
The tension in $j_their shoulders slightly relaxed as $j_they nods.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C45">><</button>>The look Ekissa gives you could cut glass, forcing you to look away with a sheepish smile. "This isn't funny, $name."
"It kinda is," you try, but $j_their fingers move to grip your chin gently, tilting your face to get a better view under the streetlight.
"Someone hurt you," $j_they states flatly, $j_their protective mode in full swing now. The previous annoyance about waiting completely forgotten, replaced by something much more scarier. "And you're making jokes."
"No one hurt me," you clarify quickly, knowing how Ekissa can get. Last thing you need is $j_them going on a manhunt. "Just almost had an accident in the parking lot. Hit my head on the steering wheel."
$j_Their expression darkens further. "Who?"
"Eki'–"
"<i>Who</i> the fuck was driving that other car?" $j_they repeats, more firmly this time, $j_their snowy white hair falling into $j_their eyes as $j_they leans closer to examine the injury.
"They're gone now," you assure $j_them, reaching up to pat $j_their hand. "And I'm fine. Really."
$j_They makes a sound of disbelief in $j_their throat, clearly not buying it. "You better not be lying to me right now."
"I'm not, Eki'," your grin softens as you shake your head, repeating. "I'm not."
The tension of $j_their shoulders slightly relaxes as $j_they clicks $j_their tongue. "Fuckin' asshole. I hope they'll choke on whatever food they’re gonna eat."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C45">><</button>>The way $j_their fingers tighten slightly against your chin tells you $j_they's not buying it. At all.
"Nothing," $j_they repeats slowly, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Right. Because you always walk around with bruises on your forehead."
You try to move your head away, but $j_their grip, while gentle, is firm. $j_Their black eyes dart across your face, searching for any other injuries $j_they might have missed.
"Eki', seriously–"
"Don't 'seriously' me," $j_they cuts you off, thumb brushing the tender spot again. "What. Happened?"
The protective edge in $j_their tone makes you sigh. There's no way $j_they's letting this go. "Almost got into an accident in the parking lot. Had to brake suddenly."
$j_Their jaw clenches. "Where?"
"Does it matter? They're gone now and—"
"<i>Where</i>?" $j_they demands again, that familiar stubborn glint in $j_their eyes.
"At work, underground parking," you reply with a shake of your head. "I'm good, it was nothing serious."
Ekissa's look screams 'nothing serious, my ass', but $j_they abstains $j_themself, the tension of $j_their shoulders slowly relaxing.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C45">><</button>>Ekissa's expression hardens, $j_their fingers still hovering near your injury. You swear it’s like you’ve been stabbed when it’s just a minor injury, really.
"Underground parking?" $j_they guesses, voice tight. When you don't answer immediately, $j_their eyes narrow. "Must be, since you came from work." $j_They pauses, studying your face. "You good?"
"It's not that bad," you try to deflect with a dismissive wave of your hand, but $j_they's already running calculations in $j_their head. Your bestie can be scary like that.
"Security cameras," $j_they mutters, more to $j_themself than you. $j_Their protective mode shifting into planning mode, which might actually be worse. You’re glad $j_they wasn’t here when that happened. "They must have caught the plate number—"
"Eki'," you interrupt before $j_they can plot further and actually try to kill someone over a scratch. You cock a brow. "I'm fine. Just knocked my head on the steering wheel when I had to brake suddenly. I'm not gonna die."
$j_They scoffs, clearly unimpressed. "Yeah, because some asshole can't drive properly. If this asshole was looking, maybe you wouldn't have any wound at all."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C45">><</button>>"Just a–" Ekissa cuts $j_themself off, looking at you like you've lost your mind. "Are you seriously trying to brush this off right now?"
$j_Their thumb traces the edge of the injury again, gentler this time, but $j_their expression is anything but. You can see $j_they wants to deck the guy who "did" this by the tight set of $j_their jaw, the way $j_their other hand curls into a fist at $j_their side. This side of $j_them always succeed to surprise you each time. Something scarier than what you're used to see.
You're glad you're never the one at the other end of $j_their anger.
"I mean, technically it is just a scratch," you point out, trying to lighten the mood.
Bad move. $j_Their black eyes flash dangerously. "Technically," $j_they repeats slowly, "You could've been seriously hurt."
"But I wasn't," you retort calmly.
"$name," $j_they cuts you off, voice stern. "Where exactly did this happen?"
You know that tone. It's $j_their 'don't even think about lying to me' tone and ‘I’ll kill that fucker who hurt you’ tone. Not that you can lie to $j_them in the first place. "Underground parking. When I was leaving work."
$j_Their expression darkens further. "Melth Corp's parking lot then."
You sigh good-naturedly. "Eki', stop worrying. I'm here and I'm fine."
"Yeah, yeah," $j_they drawls, the tension in $j_their shoulders slowly relaxing.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C45">><</button>>"There was this huge crowd at work," you start explaining, knowing it should be best to change the topic before $j_they can actually try to find that person and scare them or... worse. "They thought our company scammed them."
That gets $j_their full attention. $j_Their hand drops completely from your forehead as $j_they frowns. "What?"
"Yeah," you nod, relieved to see $j_their grumpy facade crumbling. "Had to deal with angry customers all day. Trust me, I wanted to be here on time."
"Why didn't you text me?" $j_they asks, but the edge in $j_their voice is gone now, replaced by genuine concern.
"Because I know you," you give $j_them a knowing look. "You would've shown up at the office ready to throw hands with anyone giving me trouble."
Ekissa's lips finally curl into a reluctant smile. "...Maybe." $j_Their gaze still staring at your forehead, $j_their expression softens as $j_they inquires. "You ate something?"
"I didn't have time yet," you shake your head.
"And this afternoon?"
You nod slowly, the movement heavy from exhaustion. "Mh, yeah."
<<if $eatafterdeath == "meh" or $eatafterdeath == "no">>$j_They throws you a skeptical look but doesn't insist. "Alright, let's go, you look beat."<<else>>Shoving $j_their hands in $j_their pants pocket, $j_they nods. "Alright, we should go. You look beat."<</if>>
You acquiesce in response, leading the way to the car.
In the car, Ekissa is the one behind the wheel this time, $j_they insisted on driving so you can rest, not that you had any choice anyway. $j_They's got one elbow propped on the door, other hand on the wheel, eyes fixed thoughtfully on the road ahead.
$j_They hums casually as the car slows to a stop at a red light. "If we're lucky, Athiel might've already cooked something."
"You think $a_they's home?" you wonder out loud, failing to suppress a yawn.
Your bestie checks on you, $j_their frown deepening with worry. "I dunno, but you need to eat something before you crash."
"Mh," you hum with a sleepy nod. Bed sounds amazing right now - if only you could just teleport there. Your eyes drift to the road as you ask, "Do you know why Athiel's been busy these past weeks?"
Ekissa's face sours like $j_they just bit into a lemon. You can't tell if it's $j_their general dislike for the model or because $j_they's spent days telling Athiel to "slow the fuck down with your gigs."
"Probably overworking $a_themself thanks to Juliet," $j_they scoffs. "What $a_they makes now has to cover our rent plus whatever cash that witch needs so she and her husband don't end up in the gutter."
You wrinkle your nose as Ekissa starts driving again at the green light. Yeah, with $namee gone, Athiel's probably the only one who can help $a_their parents financially now...
Ekissa lets out a harsh laugh. "I would've left that witch to deal with her own mess. Athiel's a dick, but killing $a_themself working for a bitch like her should be illegal."
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. Kinda ironic coming from someone like Ekissa. $j_Their parents are rich, $j_they doesn't have these types of problems. Never had any problems with $j_their parents who adore their kid, worship the ground $j_they walks on. $j_They always had what $j_they wanted, when $j_they wanted. And when you say everything, you mean <i>everything</i>. Car, instruments, stuff for $j_their paintings, phones, apartement, jewelry.... At least $j_they's got principles and isn't some stuck-up asshole like $j_their parents' rich friends. That would've been the cherry on top.
"What was that," $j_they asks, attention shifting between you and the road.
You blink slowly at $j_them innocently. "What?"
"That look saying 'you don't get it, asshole'," $j_they cocks a brow.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"The asshole part wasn't in my head," you grin.<<else>>"I wasn't thinking about the asshole part," you say neutrally, neither confirming nor denying.<</if>>
"So the rest was true then?" Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes, roughly ruffling the back of $j_their hair with a free hand. "You would've helped <b><i>him</i></b> if he was using you for your money... <i>again</i>?"
Your body goes rigid instantly. You know exactly who $j_they means without names, and you hate this topic. Looking away with a frown, you say through gritted teeth. "No. He can struggle for the rest of his life for all I care."
The words leaving your lips come out like vicious venom, that makes Ekissa grimace as $j_they reaches out to gently squeeze your arm. "Shit, sorry, shouldn't have brought this up. This asshole doesn't deserve anything from you anyway."
"I'm fine," you retort, but your closed-off body language says otherwise.
Ekissa presses $j_their lips together, nodding as $j_they pulls $j_their hand back to focus on driving. "My point is, no one wants to juggle extra work for a bitch of a mother, deal with said bitch, and manage their own life at the same time. That's just asking for therapy sessions."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>You huff a sarcastic: "Oh yeah, it's a wonder why I didn't see a dozen of them."<<else>>You hum in agreement. Back then, you definitely needed therapy while living in that place, but never had the chance to actually see anyone.
$j_They doesn’t need you to voice your thought to get what you mean just by your expression.<</if>>
"You were stuck in a shitty environment, it's not the same," Ekissa wrinkles $j_their nose in disgust at the mere mention of your past situation. "If I could've been here just to—"
"It's in the past," you cut $j_them off, voice sharper than intended. Clearing your throat, you repeat softer. "It's in the past. Nothing you could've done anyway."
Silence falls between you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C46">><</button>>Your best friend works $j_their jaw, gears turning in $j_their head before $j_they snorts. "Guess what."
"What?"
$j_They throws you a deadpan look. "Guess."
You frown, protest burning on the tip of your tongue for $j_them to just spill–
"Oh, so I gotta play your guessing game, but you can't do the same for me?" $j_they raises $j_their brows pointedly.
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "You never play along when I make you guess."
$j_They lets out an amused huff. "Fair enough. Here's a hint, guess who showed up at my exhibition."
<i>Not exactly helpful</i>. Your curiosity peaks as you take a random shot. "Nicole?"
"Who's that?" $j_their expression shifts into confusion.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You flash a grin. "No idea."
"You think you're funny?" $j_they retorts, giving you a pointed look.
Your grin grows wider. "Yup."
"You're not."
"We'll have to agree to disagree," you laugh before waving it off. "Come on, spill. Who showed up?"<<else>>Your lips spread in a small smile as you shake your head. "I don't know."
Ekissa blinks slowly at the road, processing your words. "Damn, so you <i>can</i> be funny sometimes."
Your eye twitches. "Was that supposed to be a compliment?"
$j_They chuckles. "Not really."
"So, who showed up?" you ask with pursed lips.<</if>>
Dead silence in the car. You side-eye $j_them, brow raised, waiting for an answer but you're only met with silence. "Okay?"
"Debating if I should tell you or keep it as a surprise," $j_they explains, fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
"So you make me guess just to change your mind?"
"Looks like it," $j_they shrugs. "I think you're gonna like this surprise so I should probably keep my mouth shut."
You narrow your eyes. A surprise you'll like? You doubt it. There's nothing much you like these days. Except maybe the paycheck that'll keep a roof over your head—and even that hasn't come through yet. Just a few more days till your first payment.
You don't push it though. You're too drained to try cracking your bestie when $j_they's being tight-lipped about something.
"You didn't even come see my exhibition," Ekissa sighs dramatically, but there's no real bite to it, just $j_their usual way of venting.
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*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[[You smile apologetically, reaching for his shoulder as you rub there. "And I’m sorry."|Chap2C47]]<<else>>[[You smile apologetically, reaching for her shoulder as you rub there. "And I’m sorry."|Chap2C47]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["Pretty sure you'll live," you huff, giving him a light shove.|Chap2C48]]<<else>>[["Pretty sure you'll live," you huff, giving her a light shove.|Chap2C48]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["I’ll be there next time," you nod, determined not to miss another of his expo.|Chap2C49]]<<else>>[["I’ll be there next time," you nod, determined not to miss another of her expo.|Chap2C49]]<</if>>
*[[You cock a brow, fighting a fond smile. "You’re gonna whine all night about it? I was busy, Eki’, for once with work."|Chap2C50]]<<set $JL to $JL + 1>>You feel $j_their body relax under your hand as $j_they breathes out, letting the tension seep through $j_their body. "I’ll let you off the hook for this time."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Yeah?" you grin, your thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on the fabric of $j_their shirt.
$j_They sighs, nodding reluctantly. "Yeah… Just this once though."
"Knew you couldn't resist my charm," you shrug, a smug smile playing on your face.
"Ugh, drop that smirk."
"What smirk?"
$j_They shoots you a deadpan look while you just blink back innocently.<<else>>"Just this time?" you cock a brow, your lips slightly curling up in amusement as your thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on the fabric of $j_their shirt.
"Yeah, just this once," Ekissa nods, $j_their own lips twitching as if fighting back a smile. "Can’t give you what you want every damn time."
"That's what you always say," you point out.
$j_They groans. "Don't remind me. I'm too soft with you. Gotta work on that."
"You can't."
"Someone's confident."
Your lips finally curve into a full smile as you shrug. "Just being honest."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C51">><</button>>Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes as $j_they mutters under $j_their breath. "My own best friend, missing my greatest masterpieces."
"Your <i>latest</i> masterpieces," you correct $j_them. "Let's not act like there won't be tons more."
"Fair enough," $j_they admits easily, a slight smirk tugging at $j_their lips. "Still wounded my pride though."
"Your ego could use a little deflating," you tease. "It's getting too big for this car."
$j_They snorts, $j_their white curls bouncing as $j_they shakes $j_their head. "I'm not Athiel."
"You sure about that?" you tease with a small smirk. "You could be siblings."
Ekissa gives you a deadpan look. "I'm black."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Listen, adoption exists," you shoot back playfully.<<else>>"Never heard of adoption?" you counter.<</if>>
"Right, because every white family wants to adopt a grumpy black kid who's obsessed with art," $j_they drawls, but you can see the amusement in $j_their dark eyes.
"Hey, you never know. The Winters might have a thing for collecting moody artists."
"I'd rather die than be related to that brat," Ekissa scoffs, $j_their fingers tapping against the steering wheel. "Besides, my parents would throw a fit if they knew I was even joking about being adopted by another family."
"Ah yes, the great Jones family, obsessed with their lovely Ekissa."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C51">><</button>>Ekissa's expression softens slightly, though $j_they keeps $j_their eyes on the road. "You better be. Can't have my number one fan missing out."
"Number one fan?" you shake your head. "You've got quite the following these days."
"Yeah, but they don't matter," $j_they shrugs, $j_their fingers tapping an absent rhythm on the steering wheel. "None of them saw me cry over failed paintings at 3 AM."
"Or throw your brushes across the room," you add with a small smile.
"That was one time," $j_they protests, but there's a hint of amusement in $j_their voice. "And that canvas deserved it."
"Sure it did."
$j_Their dark eyes flick to you briefly. "The next one's gonna be even better. I'm trying something new with colors."
"Let me guess, more chaos?"
"Organized chaos," $j_they corrects with a slight grin. "There's a difference."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C51">><</button>>$namel reluctantly meet your eyes.
Your hand letting go of $l_their wrist, you purse your lips. "Is it about what happened?"
$l_Their shoulders tense at your words. "No."
"You don't know how to lie."
"It's not…" $l_they mumbles, the tone of $l_their voice not convincing you one bit.
"Then talk to me," you frown at $l_them. "I can't know if you don't tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.
<</if>>"I know… and," you breathe out. A beat. "I care about you too."
The words seems to surprise $l_them as $l_they blinks at you. $l_Their expression softens as $l_they lower $l_their gaze with a smile.
"Good. Because I don't want distance." Softer this time. "Not with you."
You're starting to be aware of the shift in the air. Unspoken question, unspoken answers. You distract yourself by looking at the window.<<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that I didn't care?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face. "I get scared of messing things up."
<<if $LL >= 6>>The confession hangs in the air between you, heavy with meaning. $l_Their words makes your heart beats faster, and you have to distract yourself and look at the window to not… being so obvious of your growing feelings.
<</if>>"You're important to me," $l_they continues, $l_their voice barely above a whisper. "More important than..." $l_They swallows hard, $l_their left dimple appearing as $l_they continues. "More important than I know how to handle sometimes."
<<if $LL >= 8>>There's something in the way $l_they's looking at you now, something that makes the air feel thick with unspoken words.
"I don't want distance," $l_they repeats, softer this time. "I want..."
$l_Their words trail off again.
$l_They doesn't finish $l_their sentence.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>>$namel reluctantly meet your eyes.
Your hand letting go of $l_their wrist, you purse your lips. "Is it about what happened?"
$l_Their shoulders tense at your words. "No."
"You don't know how to lie."
"It's not…" $l_they mumbles, the tone of $l_their voice not convincing you one bit.
"Then talk to me," you frown at $l_them. "I can't know if you don't tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.<</if>><<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that running won't solve nothing?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face with a sheepish smile. "I get scared of messing things up but I don't want that."
Scratching your neck, you nod in agreement.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>><i>$namet gives one of $t_their quick, approving nods. There's this tiny flash of respect in those dark eyes of $t_theirs before $t_their usual poker face slides back into place. You're kind of respecting yourself too for agreeing to deal with the mob of crazies waiting to tear into anyone wearing a company badge.
$namel's smile gets even more annoyingly charming.
"That's the spirit," $l_they says, $l_their light gray eyes sparkling with mischief. "I knew you'd step up."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Don't make it sound like I had a choice," you grumble, already feeling the tension building in your shoulders, preparing yourself mentally.<<else>>"Cute how you're acting like I had a choice," you shoot back with a wry smile.<</if>>
"There's always a choice," $namet interjects softly, surprising both you and $namel.
Nice way to encourage you, really, but it's not working. Not when you're about to get screamed at for stuff the company didn't even do.
$namel laughs, giving your shoulder a squeeze. "Just remember–confidence is key. Those protesters downstairs? They're more bark than bite."
$l_They winks, the dimple on $l_their left cheek deepening. <b>More bark than bite</b>, you really hope $l_they's right.
You sigh. This won't end well.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C8">><</button>>"I don't <i>whine</i>," Ekissa protests, but $j_their lips fight back a smile. "I express artistic disappointment."
"That's a fancy way of saying whining."
"Whatever," $j_they huffs, but there's no heat in it. "At least you're finally doing something other than staying home."
Your smile falters slightly at that.
"Shit, sorry," $j_they backtracks quickly, dark eyes darting to you before focusing back on the road. "I didn't mean—"
"It's fine," you cut $j_them off. "You're right anyway."
"Still," $j_they grumbles, drumming $j_their fingers faster on the steering wheel. "I shouldn't have—Fuck…"
"Eki'," you interrupt again. "Really. It's fine."
$j_They makes a noncommittal sound, clearly not believing you but knowing better than to push. "Next expo then. You'll see what you missed."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C51">><</button>>Finally coming back home, your eyes barely stay open. You're fighting to stay awake and not just fall asleep while still standing. You could, you're so tired that you know you could. It's just not something you'd want to do, you prefer your bed, thank you very much.
Opening the door, the first thing you notice when you get in, is the delicious smell of food filling the house, clicking sounds coming from the kitchen and a soft humming. Maybe $namel? You don't think $l_they'd come, though. $l_They seemed too exhausted to try and annoy you or everyone else. $namet wouldn't invite $t_themself and Ekissa is just behind you.
You hesitantly walk to the kitchen, coming to a stop.
The table is set, food on display. The wooden table has been dressed with a cream-colored tablecloth you didn't even know you had. The plates are set perfectly, aligned with the cutlery. There's a mouthwatering spread of homemade mac and cheese—the fancy kind with a golden-brown crust on top, a bowl of fresh garden salad with cherry tomatoes and crispy croutons, and what looks like garlic bread, still steaming. The smell of melted cheese and herbs fills the air, making your stomach growl despite your exhaustion.
Your eyes switch to Athiel.
$a_They's there, washing some dishes you probably forgot to wash this morning.
You're so tired you're seeing things now.
You blink again.
Athiel is still here, still washing the dishes. <i>Oh, so not a hallucination.</i> Good to know you're not going crazy.
Athiel looks up. $a_They freezes, $a_their hands stilling under the spray of the sink. It's like you and Ekissa are witnessing something you shouldn't by the way $a_their eyes widen. $a_Their brows twitch, torn between frowning or not. $a_They opts for a raised brow as $a_they clears $a_their throat, and forces $a_their eyes to return to the dishes.
"What?" $a_they clicks $a_their tongue with frustration. "Never seen someone wash the dishes or something?"
The blush on $a_their cheeks is spreading rather rapidly across $a_their face. $a_They's so embarrassed $a_they doesn't seem to realize how transparent $a_they's being right now. $a_Their hands are working so fast, you're worried $a_they'll break those plates if $a_they keeps washing them with so much force.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C52">><</button>>But it's not what catches your attention, it's $a_their eyes which $a_they can barely open, just like you. The dark circles under $a_their slightly red eyes are more and more prominent with each passing day. You don't know how many times you caught $a_them putting on concealer, more than usual—under those ocean blue eyes.
It's becoming obvious how hard $a_they's been pushing $a_themself these past weeks. What started as occasional yawns, late nights, and early mornings has evolved into something more concerning. Now, $a_they can barely stand without leaning against the counter for support.
Your bestie studies the model for a moment before breaking the heavy silence. "What's for dinner?"
The response comes lightning-quick. "Poison for you."
"Hilarious," Ekissa snorts sarcastically.
Your best friend is the first to join the model, positioning $j_themself across the small island to watch the blondie tackle the dishes.
Feeling uncertain, you follow, hovering nearby but feeling somewhat out of place. Your eyes wander aimlessly until they catch on the view outside the window. You let out a soft sigh.
"What happened?" Athiel's question draws your attention.
Following $a_their gesture toward your forehead, you realize you probably have a bump there now. You brush your fingers over the tender skin, offering a casual shrug.
Athiel narrows $a_their eyes.
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*[["Nothing important," you dismiss with a wave.|Chap2C53]]
*[["Ah, so now you care?" you scoff.|Chap2C54]]
*[["This?" you point at your injury with a playful grin. "Got into a fight with some dude, I totally got the upper hand, by the way."|Chap2C55]]
*[[You shrug again.|Chap2C56]]
*[[You offer a gentle smile. "Just a little mishap, but I'm fine."|Chap2C57]]
*[["Nearly crashed into a car," you reply matter-of-factly. "The guy wasn't even looking at the road."|Chap2C58]]Athiel's hands pause mid-scrub, $a_their ocean blue eyes narrowing further. The dark circles under them seem more pronounced as $a_they studies your injury.
"Nothing important," $a_they echoes flatly, resuming $a_their aggressive dish washing. "Right. Because you regularly walk around with bruises on your forehead."
Ekissa snorts from $j_their spot across the island. "My thoughts exactly."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You narrow your eyes at both of them.<<else>>You sigh good-naturedly at both of them.<</if>>
"Shut up," Athiel snaps at your best friend, but there's no real heat behind it. $a_Their exhaustion probably taking the edge off $a_their usual bite. "No one asked you."
You can't help but notice how $a_their hands slightly shake as $a_they rinses the plate, likely from pushing $a_themself too hard these past weeks. The concealer under $a_their eyes is wearing thin, revealing the true extent of $a_their exhaustion.
"$name almost got into an accident, if you're so desperate to know. Since when do you care anyway?" Ekissa challenges, crossing $j_their arms.
"I don't," Athiel fires back too quickly. "Just want to know which idiot I should avoid on the road."
$a_Their shoulders visibly sag as $a_they leans more heavily against the counter, though $a_they tries to mask the movement.
The sound of shattering porcelain makes you jump from where you're standing near the window. You swing your head to look at the blondie. Athiel's standing there, staring at the broken pieces of what used to be a plate, $a_their ocean blue eyes wide.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C59">><</button>>$a_Their hands freeze completely, ocean blue eyes snapping to yours with an intensity that catches you off guard, especially given how exhausted $a_they looks.
"I don't," $a_they bites out, but the effect is somewhat ruined by how $a_they has to brace $a_themself against the counter.
"Then what's your deal?" you arch an eyebrow challengingly.
"I'm just..." $a_they struggles, frustration evident in $a_their voice. "Making sure I won't have to deal with your corpse if you decide to get yourself killed." The words come out defensive, like $a_they's trying to convince $a_themself more than you.
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes. "How thoughtful of you. $name almost got into an accident, if you're so desperate to know."
"Didn't ask for your input," Athiel snaps, but $a_their usual sharp tone lacks its usual edge. The dark circles under $a_their eyes seem to deepen as $a_they squints at the dish in $a_their hand, like $a_they's having trouble focusing.
"Could've fooled me," your best friend drawls sarcastically. "With all this <i>not caring</i>."
The model hisses in mounting frustration, $a_their movements becoming more erratic as $a_they practically attacks the plate $a_they's washing. "I swear to god, Jones—"
"What?" Ekissa taunts, clearly enjoying this. "Gonna poison my food?"
"Who said I haven't already?" Athiel scoffs, swaying slightly before catching $a_themself. $a_They tries to cover it up by grabbing another dish, but it's obvious to everyone.
The sound of shattering porcelain makes you jump from where you're standing near the window. You swing your head to look at the blondie. Athiel's standing there, staring at the broken pieces of what used to be a plate, $a_their ocean blue eyes wide.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C59">><</button>>The plate Athiel's holding almost slips from $a_their hands. "You what?"
Even through $a_their exhaustion, there's a sharp edge to $a_their voice that makes you pause. $a_Their ocean blue eyes, though red-rimmed and tired, fix on you with surprising intensity.
"They're shitting you," Ekissa cuts in, shooting you a look. "Almost got into an accident."
Athiel's shoulders relax minutely, but $a_their jaw remains tense. "And you thought making jokes about getting into fights was smart?"
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Aww," you can't help but tease. "Were you worried?"<<else>>You frown slightly. "Were you worried?"<</if>>
"As if," $a_they scoffs, puffing $a_their chest as if doing so would totally make $a_their words believable as $a_they turns back to the dishes. The movement causes $a_them to sway slightly, and $a_they has to grip the counter harder. "Just don't want to deal with the drama if something happened to you."
"Right," Ekissa drawls sarcastically. "Because you're so good at not caring."
"Shut up, Jones," Athiel snaps, but $a_their usual bite is dulled by fatigue. The concealer under $a_their eyes is doing a poor job of hiding just how exhausted $a_they really is.
The sound of shattering porcelain makes you jump from where you're standing near the window. You swing your head to look at the blondie. Athiel's standing there, staring at the broken pieces of what used to be a plate, $a_their ocean blue eyes wide.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C59">><</button>>"Really?" Athiel's hands tighten around the plate $a_they's washing. "<i>That's</i> the answer you're going for?"
$a_Their ocean blue eyes, despite being clearly exhausted, manage to pierce right through you. The concealer under $a_their eyes is starting to fade, revealing dark circles that seem to have gotten worse since this morning.
"What do you want me to say?" you counter.
"Oh, I don't know," $a_they drawls, rolling $a_their eyes as $a_they turns back to the sink. "Maybe what actually happened?"
Ekissa leans against the island, watching the exchange with raised eyebrows. "Careful there, Winter. You're starting to sound like you give a shit. $name almost got into an accident, if you're so desperate to know."
"I don't," Athiel snaps immediately, but $a_they has to pause to steady $a_themself against the counter. $a_Their hands are trembling slightly from fatigue as $a_they reaches for another dish. "Just trying to figure out if I need to avoid certain areas when driving."
"Sure," your best friend drawls. "That's totally it."
The model's cheeks flush darker, whether from embarrassment or exhaustion is hard to tell. "Don't you have somewhere else to be annoying?"
"Nope," Ekissa pops the 'p', clearly enjoying this. "This is exactly where I need to be annoying right now."
The sound of shattering porcelain makes you jump from where you're standing near the window. You swing your head to look at the blondie. Athiel's standing there, staring at the broken pieces of what used to be a plate, $a_their ocean blue eyes wide.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C59">><</button>>Athiel's eyes narrow dangerously, though the effect is not as scary as $a_they thinks by how $a_they has to blink repeatedly to stay focused. "A mishap."
"Yeah," you keep your tone light. "No big deal."
"No big–" $a_they cuts $a_themself off, ocean blue eyes flashing with something that looks suspiciously like concern before $a_they catches $a_themself, schooling $a_their features back to indifference. "Whatever. Not like I care anyway."
Ekissa snorts from $j_their spot at the island. "Right. That's why you're death-gripping that plate like it personally wronged you. $name almost got into an accident, if you're so desperate to know."
The model startles, looking down at $a_their white-knuckled grip on the dish. $a_They quickly loosens $a_their hold, but the movement causes $a_them to sway. "Shut up, Jones."
"Make me," your best friend challenges, but $j_their eyes track the way Athiel has to lean more heavily against the counter.
"Don't tempt me," the blond mutters, but the threat comes out weak. Under the harsh kitchen lights, $a_their concealer is failing miserably at hiding $a_their exhaustion.
"You'd have to be able to stand straight first," Ekissa points out bluntly.
You're left wondering if they're still talking about fighting or if there's something else going on.
The sound of shattering porcelain makes you jump from where you're standing near the window. You swing your head to look at the blondie. Athiel's standing there, staring at the broken pieces of what used to be a plate, $a_their ocean blue eyes wide.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C59">><</button>>No answer. Maybe $a_they didn't hear or maybe $a_they's playing deaf. Either way, you–
"What were you thinking?" $a_they asks, $a_their narrowed eyes meeting you back. "One accident wasn't enough?"
"It's not like I asked for it," you fire back with a frown. Is it you or is $a_they scolding you for something that's not even your fault?
"You should've been careful anyway," $a_they protests, voice turning icy as you blink at $a_them.
You shake your head. "I couldn't know some asshole wouldn't watch the road. I'm not psychic, remember?"
"What if something worse had happened?" Athiel clicks $a_their tongue in disapproval.
Ekissa leans against the island, watching the exchange with raised eyebrows. "Careful there, Winter. You're starting to sound like you give a shit."
"I don't," Athiel snaps reflexively, but has to pause to steady $a_themself. $a_Their hands visibly shake as $a_they reaches for another dish. "Just need to know which areas to avoid while driving."
"Riiiight," Ekissa draws out the word, clearly unconvinced.
The sound of shattering porcelain makes you jump from where you're standing near the window. You swing your head to look at the blondie. Athiel's standing there, staring at the broken pieces of what used to be a plate, $a_their ocean blue eyes wide.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C59">><</button>>"Shit," $a_they mutters, immediately bending down to pick up the pieces, but the sudden movement has $a_them swaying like $a_they's drunk.
<<if $subtle == 1>>"Hey—" you start, taking a step forward.
"Don't," $a_they cuts you off, though $a_their voice lacks its usual edge. "I got it."<<else>>You eye the mess with a frown. "You–"
"I'm cleaning my mess, no need to remind me I broke your plate," Athiel snaps defensively.
Ekissa's voice cuts through unexpectedly. "Need help?"
"I got it," the model bites out.<</if>>
Ekissa watches the scene with sharp eyes. "You can barely stand straight. Let alone clean this up."
"I said I got it," Athiel grits through $a_their teeth, but $a_their hands are trembling as $a_they reaches for the broken pieces.
You can't help but stare at how exhausted $a_they looks, dark circles peeking through $a_their concealer. When was the last time $a_they actually got some sleep...?
"Where?" $a_they asks suddenly, still focused on the mess at $a_their feet.
You rub the back of your neck, confused. "What?"
"Where did it happen?" $a_they clarifies, voice tight. "The almost-accident."
"Melth Corp's parking lot," you answer.
$a_They mutters under $a_their breath something too unintelligible to understand. $a_Their movements become more erratic as $a_they tries to gather the broken pieces, $a_their exhaustion making $a_them clumsy.
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*[["What about you? What's going on?" you nod toward Athiel.|Chap2C60]]
*[["Do you ever sleep?" you frown slightly.|Chap2C61]]
*[["Athiel," you start carefully. "You're working too much..."|Chap2C62]]
*[["So? You didn't answer, what's for dinner?" you change the topic.|Chap2C63]]
*[[You glance back to the window. Too tired to keep the discussion going.|Chap2C64]]$namel's facade cracks slightly at your words. You let go of $l_their hand once you're sure $l_they won't refill $l_their glass.
$l_They tries to muster $l_their usual flirtatious smile, but it comes out more like a weak grimace.
"Bold of you to assume you know how I'm doing," $l_they attempts to tease, but the words lack $l_their typical sharp playfulness.
Your gaze doesn't waver. You've known $namel long enough to see through $l_their deflections, $l_they's never been good at lying anyway. Not with you at least.
"Then talk to me," you frown at $l_them. "I can't know if you don't tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.
<</if>>"I know… and," you breathe out. A beat. "I care about you too."
The words seems to surprise $l_them as $l_they blinks at you. $l_Their expression softens as $l_they lower $l_their gaze with a smile.
"Good. Because I don't want distance." Softer this time. "Not with you."
You're starting to be aware of the shift in the air. Unspoken question, unspoken answers. You distract yourself by looking at the window.<<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that I didn't care?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face. "I get scared of messing things up."
<<if $LL >= 6>>The confession hangs in the air between you, heavy with meaning. $l_Their words makes your heart beats faster, and you have to distract yourself and look at the window to not… being so obvious of your growing feelings.
<</if>>"You're important to me," $l_they continues, $l_their voice barely above a whisper. "More important than..." $l_They swallows hard, $l_their left dimple appearing as $l_they continues. "More important than I know how to handle sometimes."
<<if $LL >= 8>>There's something in the way $l_they's looking at you now, something that makes the air feel thick with unspoken words.
"I don't want distance," $l_they repeats, softer this time. "I want..."
$l_Their words trail off again.
$l_They doesn't finish $l_their sentence.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>>$namel's facade cracks slightly as you let go of $l_their hand once you're sure $l_they won't refill $l_their glass.
$l_They tries to muster $l_their usual flirtatious smile, but it comes out more like a weak grimace.
"Bold of you to assume you know how I'm doing," $l_they attempts to tease, but the words lack $l_their typical sharp playfulness.
Your gaze doesn't waver. You've known $namel long enough to see through $l_their deflections, $l_they's never been good at lying anyway. Not with you at least.
"Then talk to me," you frown at $l_them. "I can't know if you don't tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
$namel runs a hand through $l_their hair with a sigh. "I'm just… so ashamed."
$l_Their light gray eyes looks glassy, not from the alcohol but from something deeper. $namel's usually playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen as $l_they leans back in $l_their chair, $l_their fingers drumming anxiously against $l_their desk.
"I shouldn't have called that therapist without telling you," $l_they admits softly, $l_their voice rough with emotion. "$namet was right. I had no right to make that decision for you. It's just..." $l_They meets your eyes, and there's a flash of raw pain in $l_their gaze that makes your heart clench. "I saw you hurting, and I... I couldn't stand it. The thought of you going through that alone..."
You watch as $l_their throat works, struggling with words that seem stuck there.
"I've been there," $l_they whispers, and for a moment, $l_their usual confident mask slips completely. "When I lost... when I was alone, I had no one. No one to tell me it was okay to break down, no one to help me pick up the pieces." $l_Their left dimple shows as $l_they gives you a sad, crooked smile. "I didn't want that for you. But I went about it all wrong, didn't I?"
The vulnerability in $l_their voice, the way $l_they's looking at you like you're something precious $l_they's afraid of breaking… it makes something warm unfurl in your chest. <<if $LL >= 7>>The space between you feels charged, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with physical closeness.<</if>>
"I just..." $l_they breathes out, leaning forward slightly. "I care about you. More than I probably should."
You suck in a breath. "You already apologized. So many times I can't even count them anymore."
"I know, I know..." $namel runs a hand over $l_their face wearily. "But I can't seem to make it right. Every time I think I've fixed things, I end up making another blunder."
There's a rare hint of self-deprecation in $l_their tone that catches you off guard. The normally confident, self-assured $namel Melth sounding unsure of $l_themself. Maybe you broke $l_them. You don't know how but that's not the $namel you know.
<<if $angrytol == "yes">>"It's not about making some grand gesture, $namel," you find yourself saying with a tired sigh. "I'm not looking for an over-the-top fix. I just want...space, I guess. Room to process everything without you hovering and trying to control the situation—or help or whatever you wanna call it."
The words seem to hit $namel like a physical blow. $l_They opens $l_their mouth, then closes it. Then. "I can do that. Give you space."
To be fair, $l_they gave you space for a whole ass month, so you won't deny that $l_they's capable of it.<</if>><<if $angrytol == "no">>"And I don't know how many times I told you I didn't care about this incident," you continue, lifting your brows expectantly in $l_their direction.
$l_They scrunches $l_their nose, acquiescing again. "I know but…"
<</if>>"I don't know what else there is to say, $namel," a sigh escapes your lips. "Are we really gonna talk about this for another month? Staying distant for a year and then some more until you understand that running won't solve nothing?"
$namel's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something softer crossing $l_their features.
"No," $l_they says, $l_their voice low and earnest. "No, I don't want that. I don't want distance." $l_They runs a hand through $l_their hair again, a nervous gesture. "But sometimes I look at you and I..." $l_They trails off, $l_their light gray eyes searching your face with a sheepish smile. "I get scared of messing things up but I don't want that."
Scratching your neck, you nod in agreement.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C210">><</button>><i>$namel's million-dollar smile slips a bit—probably thought you'd just roll over and say yes. Too bad, dealing with the angry mob wasn't exactly on your to-do list today.
"Maxime is probably busy, they wouldn't be helpful anyway, and Chelsea..." $l_They pauses, letting out a short chuckle. "Let's just say Chelsea's approach would involve more legal threats than actual communication."
$namet, standing quietly nearby, adds with $t_their usual stoicism.
"Maxime would turn this into some corporate nightmare and spend hours pitching their design projects instead of fixing the actual problem. And Chelsea?" $t_Their eyebrow does this tiny lift. "She'd probably send a cease and desist letter before even hearing their concerns."
"So that leaves me," you conclude, your tone resigned.
"Precisely," $namel grins, that trademark mischievous glint returning to $l_their light gray eyes. "You've got... let's call it diplomatic flexibility."
$namet gives a subtle nod. "You're new enough to be neutral, but sharp enough to handle potential complications."
You sigh. This won't end well.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C8">><</button>>$a_Their hands freeze over the broken pieces. "Nothing's going on."
"Really?" you press, watching $a_them struggle to keep $a_their balance even while kneeling. "Because you look like you haven't seen a bed in days."
"Mind your business," $a_they snaps, but $a_their usual bite is dampened by how $a_they has to pause to rub $a_their eyes, smearing more of the concealer in the process.
Ekissa scoffs from above. "Kind of hard when you're about to face-plant into broken porcelain."
"No one asked you to be here," Athiel retorts, trying to stand but stumbling slightly. $a_Their ocean blue eyes are having trouble focusing, and you notice how $a_their hands won't stop shaking.
"Someone has to make sure you don't kill yourself," your best friend remarks dryly. "Since you're doing such a stellar job of it yourself."
The model's cheeks flush with anger or embarrassment or maybe both. "I don't need a babysitter."
"You sure about that?" Ekissa mutters, then louder: "When's the last time you actually slept?"
"That's none of your—" Athiel starts, voice stopping mid-sentence as $a_they takes a sharp intake of breath, pulling $a_their hand back quickly from the broken pieces.
Athiel tucks a strand of $a_their mid-length hair behind $a_their ear, earring catching the light. "Let's just eat…"
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*[[Hesitating a moment, you finally approach Athiel and guide the model to the living room.|Chap2MAT]]
*[[You look away, Athiel doesn't want help anyway.|Chap2C65]]"What kind of question is that?" Athiel snaps, but the effect is ruined when $a_they has to catch $a_themself against the cabinet to stay upright. A small drop of blood falls from $a_their finger where $a_they cut $a_themself on the broken plate. $a_They's fast to put it under the warm spray before anyone can propose any help.
"A valid one," you counter, watching $a_them sway. "Considering you look like you're about to pass out."
"I'm fine," $a_they grits out, $a_their ocean blue eyes barely able to stay open.
<i>Right…</i>
Ekissa lets out a derisive sound. "Yeah, you look real fine. That's why you're bleeding and can't even stand straight."
"Mind your own business," Athiel bites back, $a_their voice lacking its usual venom. $a_They tries to bend down again to clean the mess, only to stumble backwards.
"For fuck's sake," your best friend mutters, moving around the island. "You're going to hurt yourself worse than—"
"Don't touch me," the model warns as $a_they leans heavily against the counter now, $a_their breathing slightly labored. "I said I got it."
Athiel tucks a strand of $a_their mid-length hair behind $a_their ear, earring catching the light. "Let's just eat…"
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*[[Hesitating a moment, you finally approach Athiel and guide the model to the living room.|Chap2MAT]]
*[[You look away, Athiel doesn't want help anyway.|Chap2C65]]$a_Their head snaps up so fast you worry $a_they'll get whiplash.
"I'm not–" $a_they starts to deny, only to grab the counter when the sudden movement makes $a_them dizzy.
"Right," Ekissa drawls sarcastically. "You can barely stand straight."
"Shut up," Athiel hisses, a slight tremor in $a_their voice. $a_Their ocean blue eyes are fighting to stay open, and you notice how $a_their grip on the counter is white-knuckled.
"Make me," your best friend challenges. "Oh wait, you can't. Because you can barely pick up broken pieces without cutting yourself."
The model looks down at $a_their bleeding finger like $a_they's just now noticing it. "It's just a scratch."
"It's not," you retort.
"I don't need this," $a_they mutters, trying to push $a_themself away from the counter. However, $a_their legs seem to have other ideas, making $a_them stumble slightly. "I don't need your concern or your–"
"Clearly you do," Ekissa cuts in bluntly. "Since you can't even take care of yourself properly."
Athiel tucks a strand of $a_their mid-length hair behind $a_their ear, earring catching the light. "Let's just eat…"
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*[[Hesitating a moment, you finally approach Athiel and guide the model to the living room.|Chap2MAT]]
*[[You look away, Athiel doesn't want help anyway.|Chap2C65]]Something flashes in Athiel's tired eyes, maybe relief, maybe gratitude, before it's gone. "Lasagna," $a_they mumbles, finally accepting Ekissa's help to stand up straight. "With garlic bread."
"You cooked?" your best friend asks skeptically, steadying the model when $a_they sways again.
"No," Athiel snaps weakly. "I ordered it and put it in fancy dishes to pretend I did. Yes, I cooked. What kind of stupid question is that?"
Ekissa raises an eyebrow. "The kind where I'm wondering how you managed to cook anything when you can barely stand."
"I was fine earlier," the model grumbles, though $a_they doesn't fight when your best friend guides $a_them away from the broken pieces. $a_Their ocean blue eyes are fighting to stay open.
"Sure you were," Ekissa says dryly. "That's why you're practically falling asleep standing up right now."
"Fuck off," Athiel mutters, but there's no real heat behind it. $a_Their hands are still trembling slightly as $a_they tries to focus on the cut on $a_their finger.
Athiel tucks a strand of $a_their mid-length hair behind $a_their ear, earring catching the light. "Let's just eat…"
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*[[Hesitating a moment, you finally approach Athiel and guide the model to the living room.|Chap2MAT]]
*[[You look away, Athiel doesn't want help anyway.|Chap2C65]]The silence that falls is broken only by the sound of Athiel's uneven breathing and the gentle clink of broken porcelain as $a_they tries to clean up. $a_Their ocean blue eyes keep losing focus, and you notice how $a_they has to repeatedly catch $a_themself against the counter.
"For god's sake," Ekissa finally breaks the silence, moving to help. "Just let me–"
"Don't touch me," Athiel snaps, $a_their voice cracking slightly. $a_They tries to stand again, stumbling backward. "Just... just leave it."
Your best friend ignores $a_them completely, already gathering the broken pieces. "Sit down before you fall down."
"I don't need your–"
"Shut the fuck up, Winter."
The model opens $a_their mouth to argue, but seems to think better of it when another wave of dizziness hits $a_them. $a_They leans heavily against the counter, $a_their usually sharp features softened by exhaustion.
The setting sun streaming through the window casts long shadows across $a_their face, making the dark circles under $a_their eyes look even more pronounced. $a_Their hands won't stop shaking.
Athiel tucks a strand of $a_their mid-length hair behind $a_their ear, earring catching the light. "Let's just eat…"
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*[[Hesitating a moment, you finally approach Athiel and guide the model to the living room.|Chap2MAT]]
*[[You look away, Athiel doesn't want help anyway.|Chap2C65]]<b>20:30
Macara Residence – Home</b>
The TV flickers with the movie you chose playing, casting a soft glow in your dimly lit living room. You're sitting between Ekissa and Athiel on your comfortable couch, a bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap.
After dinner, the sleepiness was less heavy than earlier. Athiel did get a little nap, though. $a_They acted like nothing happened when $a_they woke up, as if $a_they didn't cut $a_themself, as if $a_they didn't pass out cold on your couch.
Truth be told, you never thought you'd be so cozy right now. Not with the two of them in the same room. They're less... eager to argue and push each other's button, just not friends, not even a little bit. The death glares have toned down, but you're pretty sure they'd still throw hands if given half a chance.
Athiel scoffs, $a_their tired ocean blue eyes doing an exaggerated roll. "This movie is so basic. The plot is so predictable."
"No one asked for your opinion," Ekissa shoots back from your other side, $j_their mess of snowy white curls all over the place as $j_they sinks deeper into the couch cushions. "Just shut up and watch."
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*[[You keep your gaze glued to the screen with a lazy shrug. "I picked the first one I saw."|Chap2C66]]
*[[You smirk, nudging Athiel's shoulder. "What? Don't like having a bit of romance in your busy life?"|Chap2C67]]
*[["Both of you shut up," you grumble.|Chap2C68]]
*[[You let out an amused huff, side-eyeing Athiel. "Tonight's about chilling, not getting paranoid thinking our neighbor's the next serial killer."|Chap2C69]]
*[["A little romance won't kill you," you tease, knowing full well they're both allergic to anything lovey-dovey, especially movies.|Chap2C70]]The flickering light from the TV illuminates your features as you mindlessly munch on the buttery popcorn, not particularly invested in defending your choice of entertainment for the night. It <i>was</i> terrible, but your brain is running on empty anyway.
Athiel lets out another dramatic sigh, shifting in $a_their seat.
"Could've at least picked something with substance," $a_they mutters under $a_their breath, but you catch the way $a_they reaches for the popcorn anyway<<if $AL >= 6>>, $a_their slender fingers brushing against yours and lingering there by ‘mistake'<</if>>.
"Oh, because your taste in movies is <i>so</i> refined?" Ekissa shoots back, voice dripping enough sarcasm to fill a swimming pool.
"More taste than you, clearly," Athiel tucks a strand of $a_their hair behind $a_their ear with a smug smile.
You can feel Ekissa going stiff as a board next to you, probably fighting the urge to yeet something at Athiel's head. As long as it's not $j_their fists, you don't care.
The movie continues playing, some generic romantic scene unfolding on screen where the main characters are having their first awkward encounter. You sink deeper into the couch, feeling the warmth from both of them on either side of you. It's almost comical how they're trying their best to behave, even though the air is thick with their mutual dislike.
"At least I'm not pretending to enjoy this trainwreck," Athiel retorts, but $a_their voice lacks its usual bite. Maybe $a_they's too comfortable to put real effort into being antagonistic.
You continue watching in relative peace, occasionally catching glimpses of Ekissa and Athiel throwing subtle glares at each other over your head.
"Ugh, just shut up and watch the damn movie," you hear Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath.
You feel Athiel fidgeting next to you, and you just know $a_they's loading up another snarky comment. "Like, I'm watching, but this is so cringe I need something to keep me sane."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ekissa's head snaps towards Athiel, eyes narrowing.
Athiel flashes that signature shit-eating grin. "Just that your dumb face is the perfect distraction from this trainwreck of a movie."
"We'll need more popcorn," you say quickly, trying to prevent another bickering session between them.
"Well, maybe if someone wasn't hogging it all..." Athiel drawls, giving a pointed look at Ekissa.
Ekissa doesn't even bother looking at $a_them, $j_their black eyes fixed on the screen as $j_they grabs another handful. "I'm the guest here."
"And what am I? The neighbor's cat?" Athiel raises an eyebrow, $a_their blond hair hovering over $a_their shoulders as $a_they leans forward to grab some popcorn.
"More like a stray," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Oh please," Athiel dramatically throws $a_their head back, "at least I don't leave my art supplies everywhere like some messy toddler."
"At least I have talent," Ekissa shoots back, finally turning to glare at $a_them. "And I don't leave my art supplies everywhere."
"Not in the guest room," Athiel correct. "But it's always a mess in the living roo–"
"Guys," you interrupt, raising the volume of the TV slightly, "we're missing the best part."
They both huff but settle back into watching. The comfortable silence lasts for about five minutes before...
"Who even falls in love that fast?" Athiel criticizes the movie again.
"Oh my god," Ekissa groans, throwing a piece of popcorn at $a_them.
And just like that, another evening goes by in your house, filled with their constant bickering and your attempts at peacekeeping.
It's chaotic, but it's starting to feel like home.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C71">><</button>>Athiel turns $a_their head sharply toward you, $a_their mid-lenght blond hair whipping with the movement. $a_Their ocean blue eyes narrow dangerously, but you can see the faintest blush dusting $a_their cheeks under the TV's glow.
"As if," $a_they scoffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "My life is perfectly fine without that mushy stuff, thank you very much."
Ekissa snorts from your other side, demolishing another handful of popcorn. "Sure, that's why you're single."
"Like you're one to talk," Athiel snaps back, leaning forward to glare at your best friend. "When's the last time you went on a date, Jones? Oh wait, you're too busy being a hermit."
You feel Ekissa going rigid beside you, $j_their hands balling into fists. Before $j_they can clap back, you grab popcorn and stuff it in both their faces. They splutter in surprise, and you can't help but laugh at their identical expressions of indignation.
"Less talking, more watching," you say, settling back comfortably between them. "And Athiel, don't think I didn't notice how you teared up during that confession scene earlier."
"I did not!" Athiel protests immediately, $a_their voice slightly higher than usual. $a_They shifts in $a_their seat, deliberately looking anywhere but at you. "There was... something in my eye."
Ekissa's low chuckle only makes Athiel's mouth pursing even more, and you're fighting to keep your own grin in check as the movie plays on.
Ekissa shakes $j_their head. "Just shut up and watch the movie instead of lying."
You feel Athiel fidgeting next to you, and you just know $a_they's loading up another snarky comment. "Like, I'm watching, but this is so cringe I need something to keep me sane."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ekissa's head snaps towards Athiel, eyes narrowing.
Athiel flashes that signature shit-eating grin. "Just that your dumb face is the perfect distraction from this trainwreck of a movie."
"We'll need more popcorn," you say quickly, trying to prevent another bickering session between them.
"Well, maybe if someone wasn't hogging it all..." Athiel drawls, giving a pointed look at Ekissa.
Ekissa doesn't even bother looking at $a_them, $j_their black eyes fixed on the screen as $j_they grabs another handful. "I'm the guest here."
"And what am I? The neighbor's cat?" Athiel raises an eyebrow, $a_their blond hair hovering over $a_their shoulders as $a_they leans forward to grab some popcorn.
"More like a stray," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Oh please," Athiel dramatically throws $a_their head back, "at least I don't leave my art supplies everywhere like some messy toddler."
"At least I have talent," Ekissa shoots back, finally turning to glare at $a_them. "And I don't leave my art supplies everywhere."
"Not in the guest room," Athiel correct. "But it's always a mess in the living roo–"
"Guys," you interrupt, raising the volume of the TV slightly, "we're missing the best part."
They both huff but settle back into watching. The comfortable silence lasts for about five minutes before...
"Who even falls in love that fast?" Athiel criticizes the movie again.
"Oh my god," Ekissa groans, throwing a piece of popcorn at $a_them.
And just like that, another evening goes by in your house, filled with their constant bickering and your attempts at peacekeeping.
It's chaotic, but it's starting to feel like home.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C71">><</button>>Your fingers massage your temples as you sink deeper into the couch, the bowl of popcorn shifting slightly in your lap.
Athiel turns to you with $a_their signature arrogant smirk, ready to make another snarky comment, but one warning look from you has $a_them closing $a_their mouth so fast you hear the click. Ekissa snorts from your other side, clearly living for Athiel getting shut down, but that same stern glare wipes the satisfaction right off $j_their face.
"I swear, you two are worse than kids," you continue, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "Can we just... I don't know, enjoy one movie without you both trying to start World War III in my living room?"
The silence that follows is almost comical. Athiel crosses $a_their arms over $a_their chest, $a_their ocean blue eyes fixed stubbornly on the TV screen, while Ekissa mumbles something under $j_their breath that sounds suspiciously like 'whatever'. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife, but hey, at least they're quiet now.
You focus back on the movie, though you can still feel them both stealing glances at each other past you, probably plotting each other's demise. But for now, the only sound is the TV and the occasional crunch of popcorn. It's not perfect, but it's as peaceful as it's going to get with these two.
You feel Athiel fidgeting next to you, and you just know $a_they's loading up another snarky comment. "Like, I'm watching, but this is so cringe I need something to keep me sane."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ekissa's head snaps towards Athiel, eyes narrowing.
Athiel flashes that signature shit-eating grin. "Just that your dumb face is the perfect distraction from this trainwreck of a movie."
"We'll need more popcorn," you say quickly, trying to prevent another bickering session between them.
"Well, maybe if someone wasn't hogging it all..." Athiel drawls, giving a pointed look at Ekissa.
Ekissa doesn't even bother looking at $a_them, $j_their black eyes fixed on the screen as $j_they grabs another handful. "I'm the guest here."
"And what am I? The neighbor's cat?" Athiel raises an eyebrow, $a_their blond hair hovering over $a_their shoulders as $a_they leans forward to grab some popcorn.
"More like a stray," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Oh please," Athiel dramatically throws $a_their head back, "at least I don't leave my art supplies everywhere like some messy toddler."
"At least I have talent," Ekissa shoots back, finally turning to glare at $a_them. "And I don't leave my art supplies everywhere."
"Not in the guest room," Athiel correct. "But it's always a mess in the living roo–"
"Guys," you interrupt, raising the volume of the TV slightly, "we're missing the best part."
They both huff but settle back into watching. The comfortable silence lasts for about five minutes before...
"Who even falls in love that fast?" Athiel criticizes the movie again.
"Oh my god," Ekissa groans, throwing a piece of popcorn at $a_them.
And just like that, another evening goes by in your house, filled with their constant bickering and your attempts at peacekeeping.
It's chaotic, but it's starting to feel like home.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C71">><</button>>Athiel's lips twitch, a hint of amusement in $a_their ocean blue eyes. $a_They remembers the time you both watched that true crime documentary and spent the entire week side-eyeing every neighbor that walked past your building. "That old woman with the creepy smile did give off strange vibes."
"Oh my god, shut up about Mrs. Thomson," Ekissa groans, but there's a ghost of a smile on $j_their face. "The woman's like, what, seventy? She can barely lift her grocery bags."
"Please, age is just a number when you're plotting murder," Athiel shoots back, reaching over you to snag some popcorn. "Those grocery bags could be full of–"
"If you say body parts, I swear–" you cut $a_them off, shoving more popcorn in your mouth to hide your growing smile.
The movie continues playing in the background, but none of you are really paying attention anymore. The soft glow from the TV illuminates the living room just enough for you to see Ekissa rolling $j_their eyes, $j_their snowy white curls catching the light.
"You two are ridiculous," Ekissa mutters, but $j_they's not as tense as $j_they was earlier. "Can we just watch this 'basic' movie without turning the neighborhood into a potential crime scene?"
Athiel opens $a_their mouth, probably to say something snarky, but you quickly stuff popcorn in it. $a_They shoots you a glare, something you ignore. For once, the atmosphere isn't thick with their usual antagonism, and you'd like to keep it that way.
You feel Athiel fidgeting next to you, and you just know $a_they's loading up another snarky comment. "Like, I'm watching, but this is so cringe I need something to keep me sane."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ekissa's head snaps towards Athiel, eyes narrowing.
Athiel flashes that signature shit-eating grin. "Just that your dumb face is the perfect distraction from this trainwreck of a movie."
"We'll need more popcorn," you say quickly, trying to prevent another bickering session between them.
"Well, maybe if someone wasn't hogging it all..." Athiel drawls, giving a pointed look at Ekissa.
Ekissa doesn't even bother looking at $a_them, $j_their black eyes fixed on the screen as $j_they grabs another handful. "I'm the guest here."
"And what am I? The neighbor's cat?" Athiel raises an eyebrow, $a_their blond hair hovering over $a_their shoulders as $a_they leans forward to grab some popcorn.
"More like a stray," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Oh please," Athiel dramatically throws $a_their head back, "at least I don't leave my art supplies everywhere like some messy toddler."
"At least I have talent," Ekissa shoots back, finally turning to glare at $a_them. "And I don't leave my art supplies everywhere."
"Not in the guest room," Athiel correct. "But it's always a mess in the living roo–"
"Guys," you interrupt, raising the volume of the TV slightly, "we're missing the best part."
They both huff but settle back into watching. The comfortable silence lasts for about five minutes before...
"Who even falls in love that fast?" Athiel criticizes the movie again.
"Oh my god," Ekissa groans, throwing a piece of popcorn at $a_them.
And just like that, another evening goes by in your house, filled with their constant bickering and your attempts at peacekeeping.
It's chaotic, but it's starting to feel like home.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C71">><</button>><i>$namet's stoic expression softens almost imperceptibly, just a barely-there relaxation around $t_their eyes that suggests approval. You swear you're getting better at reading $t_their non-expressions these days.
"Good," $t_they says, $t_man of many words as always.
$namel's dimple deepens as $l_they grins. "That's why we hired you," $l_They straightens up, looking rather pleased with $l_themself. "I knew you wouldn't let me down. Quick adaptation, minimal drama."
"Your confidence in me is both flattering and concerning," you huff a soft laugh.
$namet observes the exchange as $t_they adds. "We'll be reachable if anything goes wrong. Busy, but reachable."
"Oh, look at that," $namel teases, gray eyes twinkling. "My $t_son worried about you."
$namet's expression doesn't change as $t_they shoots $t_their $l_father a pointed look. "I'm being practical."
"Sure you are," $namel draws out the words, looking slightly disappointed $l_they won't have any office gossip to spread later, before hitting you with that signature charm smile. "But $namet is right–we're just a call away if things get... spicy."
You sigh fondly. This won't end well.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C8">><</button>>You pop a handful of popcorn in your mouth, watching as both of them turn to you with similar expressions of disbelief.
Ekissa lets out a dramatic groan, sliding even further down the couch until $j_they's practically horizontal.
"Romance is overrated," $j_they mutters, $j_their white curls falling over $j_their eyes. "It's all about unrealistic expectations and cheesy lines."
"Can't believe I'm saying this," Athiel drawls, $a_their lips curling into a grimace, "but I agree with the walking paintbrush." $a_They tosses a piece of popcorn at the TV screen where the main characters are having their first kiss in the rain. "Look at this mess. Who kisses in the rain? You'll catch a cold and probably slip on the wet ground."
Their matching looks of disgust have you cracking up. These two might not agree on anything else, but their shared disdain for romantic movies is almost comical. The soft glow from the TV highlights Athiel's annoyed expression, while Ekissa's grumpy face is half-hidden in the shadows.
"You two are hopeless," you tease, settling deeper into the couch cushions. "Sometimes it's nice to just... believe in the magic of love, you know? Even if it's just for two hours."
"Magic of love," Athiel repeats with a scoff, but you catch the slight upturn of $a_their lips. "More like magic of delusion."
Ekissa makes a gagging sound from your left.
"If I wanted magic, I'd watch Harry Potter instead," $j_they grumbles, but doesn't make any move to leave or change the channel.
"Dramatic much?" you raise a brow before sighing fondly, gaze back at the screen. "Let's watch and enjoy the sweet movie."
The movie continues playing, its romantic scenes filling your living room with a warmth that contrasts wonderfully with your friends' cynical commentary. Despite their complaints, neither of them leaves, and you find yourself smiling at their reluctant acceptance of your movie choice.
You feel Athiel fidgeting next to you, and you just know $a_they's loading up another snarky comment. "Like, I'm watching, but this is so cringe I need something to keep me sane."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ekissa's head snaps towards Athiel, eyes narrowing.
Athiel flashes that signature shit-eating grin. "Just that your dumb face is the perfect distraction from this trainwreck of a movie."
"We'll need more popcorn," you say quickly, trying to prevent another bickering session between them.
"Well, maybe if someone wasn't hogging it all..." Athiel drawls, giving a pointed look at Ekissa.
Ekissa doesn't even bother looking at $a_them, $j_their black eyes fixed on the screen as $j_they grabs another handful. "I'm the guest here."
"And what am I? The neighbor's cat?" Athiel raises an eyebrow, $a_their blond hair hovering over $a_their shoulders as $a_they leans forward to grab some popcorn.
"More like a stray," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Oh please," Athiel dramatically throws $a_their head back, "at least I don't leave my art supplies everywhere like some messy toddler."
"At least I have talent," Ekissa shoots back, finally turning to glare at $a_them. "And I don't leave my art supplies everywhere."
"Not in the guest room," Athiel correct. "But it's always a mess in the living roo–"
"Guys," you interrupt, raising the volume of the TV slightly, "we're missing the best part."
They both huff but settle back into watching. The comfortable silence lasts for about five minutes before...
"Who even falls in love that fast?" Athiel criticizes the movie again.
"Oh my god," Ekissa groans, throwing a piece of popcorn at $a_them.
And just like that, another evening goes by in your house, filled with their constant bickering and your attempts at peacekeeping.
It's chaotic, but it's starting to feel like home.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C71">><</button>><b>23:41
Macara Residence – Home</b>
Your eyes slowly open with a deep breath when you hear someone waking you up. Your eyes squint, trying to remember where the fuck you are before realizing it's just Ekissa standing above you and Athiel.
"C'mon, you'll be better in your room," $j_they murmurs, $j_their own eyes barely open as if $j_they just woke up too.
While giving you a moment to wake up, $j_they turns $j_their attention to Athiel. <<if $AL >= 6>>It's only now you realize another thing. Athiel's head resting on your shoulder, $a_their blond hair tickling your cheek.<</if>>
When the model wakes up, straightening and rubbing $a_their eyes, $a_they doesn't wait to get up but instead of leaving, $a_they stays standing nearby, waiting for you to get up as well. Your bestie holds out a hand for you to take. "C'mon."
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*[[You take your bestie's hand and don't let go.|Chap2C72]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You take your bestie's hand and don't let go.|Chap2C73]]
*[[You take your bestie's hand to get up and walk ahead with Athiel.|Chap2C74]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You get up by yourself with a yawn, walking with both upstairs.|Chap2C75]]<<set $JL to $JL + 1>>You reach for Ekissa's warm hand, your fingers intertwining with $j_their as you get up from the couch. The familiar comfort of $j_their touch makes you want to keep holding on, and for once, $j_they doesn't pull away, even if Athiel is here, even if Ekissa is not a fan of public display. Maybe it's because of how late it is, or maybe because $j_they's too tired to care.
"Night," Athiel mumbles, already heading toward the guest room. $a_Their footsteps fade away as you and Ekissa make your way upstairs, your hand still firmly clasped in $j_their as $j_they guides you.
The wooden steps creak softly under your feet while you both climb up, the house quiet except for the distant sound of crickets through an open window. Ekissa's thumb absently strokes the back of your hand, a gentle gesture that makes your heart flutter despite your sleepy state.
When you reach your bedroom door, you expect $j_them to let go, but instead, $j_they guides you inside. The moonlight filtering through your curtains casts a soft glow across your room, making Ekissa's white hair look almost ethereal. Or maybe you're just so tired your mind is getting too poetic right now.
"Get in bed," $j_they murmurs softly. Though there's still some of that usual gruff in $j_their voice, $j_their usually grumpy tone is replaced by something gentler.
You comply, crawling under the covers while still holding $j_their hand, forcing $j_them to lean slightly over you.
There's a moment where $j_they just looks at you, $j_their dark eyes holding something unreadable in them. You hold your breath despite the dizziness. You're almost sure $j_they's about to turn it into something lighter and remind you you two are best friends. <<if $JL >=8>>$j_They doesn't this time.<<else>>But $j_they doesn't.<</if>>
Then, with $j_their free hand, $j_they pulls the blanket up to your chin, tucking you in with a care that makes your chest tight with affection.
<<if $JL >= 8>>"Ekissa?" you murmur, squeezing $j_their hand, not wanting to let go. Not yet.
"Mm?"
You hesitate, this is a bad idea… Your gaze falls on your ring and you swallow the guilt, the words still leaving your lips.
"Stay?"
$j_They hesitates, and for a second, you think $j_they might say yes. But then $j_they slowly untangles $j_their fingers from yours, letting out a quiet sigh.
<</if>>"Get some sleep," $j_they whispers, $j_their hand briefly brushing your hair and sliding down the side of your face before $j_they straightens up.
You're already drifting off when you hear your door click shut, but you swear you feel the ghost of $j_their touch lingering on your skin, carrying you into your dreams.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C76">><</button>><<set $JF to $JF + 1>>You slide your hand in Ekissa's, letting $j_them pull you up from the couch. Your fingers intertwine with $j_their naturally, seeking comfort in your bestie's presence. $j_They doesn't pull away this time, even if Athiel is here, even if Ekissa doesn't like showing this side of $j_them with people around. $j_They's probably too tired to care right now.
Athiel watches the interaction with an unreadable expression, $a_their usually sharp features softened by sleepiness. $a_They follows behind as Ekissa guides you toward the stairs, your hand still firmly clasped in $j_theirs.
The walk upstairs feels longer than usual, your feet dragging slightly with each step. Ekissa's grip remains steady, patient as ever when you're in this state.
When you reach the top of the stairs, Athiel lingers for a moment.
"Night," $a_they mumbles, running a hand through $a_their disheveled blond hair before heading to the guest room. You catch a glimpse of $a_their ocean blue eyes, lacking their usual bite, before $a_they disappears behind the door.
Ekissa leads you to your room, pushing the door open with $j_their free hand. $j_They only lets go of your hand once you're safely inside, watching as you practically stumble toward your bed.
"You good?" $j_they asks softly, helping you get under the covers. $j_Their movements are gentle, careful, as $j_they tucks the blanket around you. The familiar scent of your bed brings another wave of drowsiness.
"Mhm," you manage to mumble, already closing your eyes. You feel $j_their hand briefly rest on your head, showing affection without having to voice it.
"Sleep well," $j_they whispers, and you hear $j_their quiet footsteps retreating. The door clicks shut softly behind $j_them, leaving you to drift off into a peaceful sleep, grateful for having $j_them in your life. The small things like this always speak louder than any words $j_they could say.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C76">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>You take $j_their hand to get up, offering Ekissa a sleepy smile. "Thanks," you murmur.
"Night, you two." Ekissa waves at you both, already walking ahead to $j_their own room, disappearing behind $j_their bedroom door upstairs, the soft click echoing through the house making you realize you're alone with Athiel now.
Athiel walks in sync with you toward the stairs, the both of you silent and half-asleep. It's cozy, the dim light of the staircase giving a peaceful ambiance, the moonlight filtering through the windows casting a soft glow. Your shoulders brush occasionally as you climb the stairs, neither of you moving away from the contact.
When you reach the second floor, your steps slow down, matching $a_their pace naturally, achingly slow, as if both of you do your best to make this casual walk last longer than it needs to be.
The hallway stretches before you, your room near Athiel's. The quietness of the night wraps around you both like a comfortable blanket, making this moment feel oddly intimate.
As you reach your door, Athiel hesitates, $a_their ocean blue eyes meeting yours. There's something different in $a_their gaze, softer than $a_their usual sharp looks. Maybe it's just the sleepiness, or maybe, just maybe, it's something else.
$a_They shifts $a_their weight from one foot to the other, $a_their fingers fidgeting with the hem of $a_their sleeve, a nervous gesture. You don't want to examine too closely why $a_they's getting nervous.
"Well..." $a_they starts, $a_their voice barely above a whisper, "goodnight."
The word comes out almost reluctantly, as if $a_they wants to say more but holds back. You find yourself reluctant to part ways too, trying to find a topic to keep this moment last at least another minute. But both of you are exhausted by the long day.
For a moment, $a_they just stands there, the space between you charged with something unspoken. $a_Their blond hair catches the moonlight streaming through the hallway window, giving $a_them an almost ethereal appearance. Or maybe you're just so tired your mind starts to get too poetic…
Then, with what looks like effort, $a_they turns toward the guest room door, not expecting you to say it back.
But you do, murmuring back softly. "Good night…"
You notice $a_their hand lingering on the doorknob, $a_their shoulders tense as if fighting an internal battle, $a_their teeth catching $a_their lower lip, hesitating to stay another minute. $a_They throws one last glance your way, $a_their expression unreadable yet somehow vulnerable, before finally entering $a_their room, leaving you alone in the quiet hallway with your thoughts.
You stare at the door, lowering your gaze to your ring as guilt grows inside you. You shake your head, getting inside your own room and closing the door behind you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C76">><</button>>You and your best friend catch up with Athiel who's already walking toward the stairs. The model glances at you briefly, $a_their ocean blue eyes still hazy with sleep.
"I'm gonna need a bunch of coffee tomorrow," you mutter, earning a snort from Athiel.
Behind you, Ekissa's footsteps echo softly against the wooden stairs.
"You both passed out on the couch while watching that sappy movie," $j_they explains, $j_their voice low from sleep. "I woke up and found you two drooling, not the best sight when you just open your eyes."
"I don't drool," Athiel protests weakly, but there's no real bite to $a_their words. Your small group reaches the second floor, the hallway dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the windows.
Ekissa guides you both, making sure neither of you bumps into anything in your sleep-addled state. When you reach Athiel's door, the model pauses, turning to face you both.
"Night," $a_they mumbles, surprising you with how subdued $a_they sounds compared to $a_their usual sharp-tongued self. Maybe $a_they's too tired to maintain $a_their typical bratty attitude.
"G'night," you reply, watching as $a_they disappears into $a_their room with a soft click of the door.
Ekissa's hand finds your shoulder, gently steering you toward your own room.
"C'mon, sleepyhead," $j_they says, opening your door and ushering you inside. You stumble toward your bed, barely managing to kick off your shoes before collapsing onto the mattress.
Your best friend sighs, but there's fondness in the sound as $j_they pulls your blanket over you.
"Don't blame me if you wake up with a stiff neck from sleeping in your clothes," $j_they warns, but makes no move to force you to change.
"Mhm," you respond drowsily, already drifting off as Ekissa's footsteps retreat. The last thing you hear is $j_their quiet "Sleep well" before your door closes, leaving you to slip into a peaceful slumber.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C76">><</button>><b>02:58
Macara Residence – Home</b>
The first meow doesn't stir you. Neither does the second. It's only when the meowing grows persistently louder that your eyes crack open with a frown, and you bury your face deeper into your pillow.
"$catname... Not now..." your voice comes out in a sleepy mumble.
But $catname isn't having it, his meows getting more demanding by the second.
With a groan, you push yourself up, scanning the room until your eyes land on the little troublemaker. There he is, posted right in front of the door, his paw scratching at the wood.
You tear your gaze away from him to check if the cat flap on the door hasn't magically disappeared, but it's still very much here. You squeeze your eyes shut, grimacing.
"$catname, c'mon, use your little door if you wanna get out," you mutter under your breath.
Your words might as well be wind for all he cares. He briefly looks your way before his attention snaps back to the door.
The symphony of meows continues.
Left with no choice, you drag yourself out of bed and shuffle over to the cat, crouching down to tap on the small opening that $namee specifically installed for him. "See this? Did you forget it exists?"
His tail flicks impatiently. What does he want? Last time you checked you couldn’t read mind, especially not cat mind…
You look around for anything that might satisfy him, rubbing your eyes mid-yawn. "$catname, I seriously don't know what you want... Just let me sleep..."
Finally, that seems to click something in his fuzzy head. He headbutts your knee, then leaps onto your lap, nearly throwing you off balance, but you catch yourself just in time.
Scooping him up in your arms, you get to your feet and make your way back to bed, flopping down with $catname settling on your chest.
"Thanks," you whisper, drifting off before you even finish the word.
$catname lingers for a while, watching you from his perch on your chest. After some time, he rises to his paws and hops off the bed.
With one last glance in your direction, he slips through the cat flap and out of the room.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C77">><</button>><b>17:33
Macara Residence – Home</b>
You're getting ready for dinner with <<if $routedoc == "yes">>Emily and her wife<<else>>Thomas and his wife<</if>> when you head downstairs, only to pause at the sight of Athiel blocking the open front door.
"Got company?" you call out, making Athiel glance over $a_their shoulder as $a_they shifts to the side.
You blink a couple times as your view clears, revealing someone you haven't seen in what feels like forever.
Your face lights up before you can catch yourself.
Vailyn.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C78">><</button>>Dressed in a stunning burnt orange ensemble that screams sophisticated elegance, they stand confidently at the doorway. Their outfit is a perfectly tailored orange off-shoulder top that hugs their curvy frame, paired with a matching long skirt that falls gracefully. A slim brown belt cinches their waist, accentuating their silhouette. Their curly red hair frames their face, and a delicate gold necklace and earrings adorn their neck and ears. In their right hand, a matching orange leather purse complements the entire outfit.
Orange has always been their thing, so you're not even surprised to see only one color on them, almost matching their hair.
Vailyn spreads their arms wide open. "It's been a while, darling. C'mere."
"You know this one?" Athiel checks with you, and at your nod, $a_they mutters under $a_their breath. "Great, wasted my time trying to send them away. Now I'm late."
The model rushes to grab $a_their car keys, ducking under Vailyn's arm and walking past them to leave in a hurry without another word. Vailyn is too focused on you to care about the retreating blondie. They're still standing at the doorway, arms still spread for you to greet them, waiting expectantly.
"So? About that hug?" they try again with that soft smile of theirs, their big round eyes crinkling in that way that makes their features even softer.
You let out a nervous laugh. You know exactly where this is heading. "Nah I'm good, thanks."
"No hug?" their lower lip juts out in an attempt to win you over. It's not working. "Don't you love me anymore?"
"I'm just... cool right here," you take a subtle step back as Vailyn moves closer. "How about we shake hands instead?"
"But it's been a long time."
"Doesn't mean we have to hug," you point out, backing up another step. "Maybe a high-five?"
"A high-five?" they echo your words with a shake of their head, smile widening.
Before you know it, Vailyn catches you, wrapping you up in their arms and squeezing tight while you sputter against their chest. "Oh, I've missed you so much, angel!"
You groan in exasperation. It's always like this, they have always been too tactile. They're the kind of person who suffocates you in the curve of their chest and embraces you tightly until you can barely breathe.
Lucky for you, you've been used to this, so each time, you take a deep breath and wait for the moment to pass.
Deciding it's enough for now, Vailyn eases back, hands on your shoulders, just enough to get a good look at you. "You've gotten even cuter! Look at you, look at you!"
You sigh, your ears starting to burn from embarrassment. You hate when they do that, each time you feel like a kid again with them around. "It's been only six months, Vailyn."
"Six months too long if you ask me," they tut disapprovingly, squishing your cheeks between their hands with that warm look of theirs. "God, I missed my little angel."
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*[[You scrunch up your nose. "Can we drop the petname already? It's getting embarrassing for both of us."|Chap2C79]]
*[["Don't call me that," you huff as you try to get away from the squishing. "I'm not ten anymore."|Chap2C80]]
*[["You could've found a better petname, seriously…" you mutter under your breath.|Chap2C81]]
*[[You smile at them. "Missed you too, Vailyn."|Chap2C82]]
*[["Been a while," you flash them a grin.|Chap2C83]]Vailyn lets out this over-the-top laugh, their hands still squishing your cheeks like you're their personal stress ball. Their touch is warm, familiar, the kind of affectionate gesture that feels simultaneously suffocating and comforting.
"Oh, angel," they stretch out the word like they're on stage, "Some things never change."
You wrinkle your nose, and you try to wiggle away from their grip. That's a loosing battle. They look at you with amusement as they continue their playful assault.
"I'm serious," you grumble, your attempt to sound stern completely undermined by the way Vailyn is still smooshing your cheeks. "I'm an adult now."
"An adorable adult," they correct, their curly red hair bouncing as they chuckle. "You didn't miss me?"
You make a face. "Let go and maybe I'll tell you."
They're fast to let go of your cheeks with a smile. Massaging your cheeks you confess reluctantly. "I missed you too."
"How much though?" they're practically glowing under your unimpressed stare. "C'mon! Give an old Vailyn some love!"
"I just missed you, okay?" you state, not about to give them what they want.
They let out this fond little sigh, messing up your hair. "I'll take what I can get."
You just hum, ducking away from their reach.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C84">><</button>><i>The two of them take their leave, one giving you a short nod as goodbye and the other one waving at you while walking to the elevator, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Guess you're flying solo on this one.
You scan the room before letting your eyes fall shut. Gotta prepare yourself mentally if you don't want to fumble in front of everyone.
But there's this... weird feeling building in your chest. You can't really put your finger on it, but it's there. Probably your gut trying to tell you this is gonna blow up spectacularly.
You snap your eyes open, chasing away the sensation with a shake of your head. <b>Focus</b>.
You push up from your chair, working your jaw as you make your way to the elevator. Your mind's going into overdrive, cooking up about a million different ways this could go wrong. You try to cheer yourself up, to tell yourself you got this when the only thing you’re starting to get is a headache.
The elevator doors slide shut with a quiet hiss, and you grimace, letting your head fall back against the cool metal wall with a groan. God, are you really doing this...? You swear if they actually start throwing tomatoes, you're leaving this company.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C9">><</button>>"Oh honey," Vailyn coos, their curly red hair falling forward as they lean closer, still holding your face hostage. "You could be fifty and you'd still be my little angel."
"Vailyn," you groan, trying to escape their grasp. The fabric of their burnt orange outfit rustles with their movement as they follow your attempts to retreat. They're like a human koala, impossible to shake off without getting rough.
"What? Am I embarrassing you?" they tease, their eyes twinkling with mischief. They chuckle as they finally release your cheeks, only to immediately pull you into another crushing hug. "Because that's kind of my job, you know."
They enveloped you in their arms, rubbing your back up and down with a content sigh, as if it's been the only thing they wanted to do since they saw you. "God, I missed you so much, you have no idea."
You find yourself once again smothered against their chest, the soft material of their off-shoulder top pressed against your face.
"I swear you do this on purpose," your voice comes out muffled.
"Of course I do!" they exclaim cheerfully, giving you another squeeze before finally letting you breathe. They adjust their brown belt, smoothing down their outfit. "Someone's gotta keep that ego in check, angel."
"My ego's just fine," you protest weakly.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C84">><</button>>"Better than angel?" Vailyn's dramatic gasp comes with this warm, infectious smile. Their burnt orange outfit is just as extra as they are. "Not possible. It's perfect, just like you, my little angel."
"It's really not," you try to argue, but they're already back at it, squishing your cheeks while their red curls fall forward, cooing at you like you're the cutest thing ever.
You feel like some puppy with them, or worse, like a toddler getting praised for existing. Neither option is doing wonders for your dignity.
"Would you prefer 'sweetie'? 'Darling'? 'Precious'?" Each suggestion comes with an extra squish to your poor cheeks. Their eyes dance with mischief as you squirm. "Or maybe 'pumpkin'? You know, to match my outfit? I think all of these petname can't express how I see you more than ‘angel', though. You're my little angel."
"Can we move on from this topic entirely?" you groan, but there's no real heat behind it. There's never any heat when it concerns Vailyn. They'll always be your weakness. "I hate you."
Another groan escape your lips as they pull you into yet another crushing hug.
"No you don't," they sing-song, rocking you side to side before finally releasing you. "You love me and my perfectly chosen nicknames, angel."
"Whatever you say," you mumble under your breath.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C84">><</button>>Your simple words hit them like an emotional truck. Their whole face softens, the usual dramatic flair melting into something raw and genuine. Their hands, still squishing your cheeks, give this gentle squeeze while their eyes start getting that telltale shine.
"Oh no, don't do this to me," they whimper, their curly red hair bouncing as they shake their head. "I'll cry and ruin my makeup!"
But they're already pulling you into another bone-crushing hug, the soft material of their burnt orange off-shoulder top pressing against your face. Their gold jewelry feels cool against your skin as they rock you side to side.
They gather you in their arms, rubbing your back up and down with a content sigh, as if it's been the only thing they wanted to do since they saw you. "God, I missed you so much, you don't even know."
You can't help but laugh, giving their back a gentle pat. "Alright, alright, I need my personal space back."
"My sweet, precious angel," they coo, completely ignoring your muffled protests, voice going all soft and mushy. "Look at you being all sweet with me. My heart can't take this!"
"Vailyn," you're basically talking into their chest at this point, "can't breathe."
"Oh! Sorry, sorry!" They release you just enough to look at your face, adjusting their brown belt as they compose themselves. Their eyes are still suspiciously wet. "I just get so emotional when my favorite person is being cute!"
You let out a fond little sigh at their theatrics.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C84">><</button>>"Too long!" they exclaim, still holding your face like it might disappear. Their bangles are having a whole concert with how much they're gesturing, matching their flashy gold earrings. "Six months! Can you believe your Vailyn survived six whole months without their angel? I was literally dying!"
You snort at their dramatics. They sure didn't change one bit, always overwhelming, always exaggerating. Their orange outfit even seems to swish for dramatic effect as they pull you into another death grip of a hug.
"Dying is a bit much, don't you think?" you tease, patting their back fondly. "Pretty sure you were living your best life."
"No no no, dying is exactly what happened without my favorite human around," they insist with complete seriousness.
You shake your head against them. "If you say so. Now, if you could, like, let me go before I die."
"My sweet, precious angel," they coo, completely ignoring your muffled protests. "Look at you being all cute. I can't handle it!"
"Vailyn," you're basically speaking into fabric at this point, "can't breathe."
"Oh! Sorry, sorry!" They release you just enough to look at your face, adjusting their brown belt as they compose themselves. Their eyes are still suspiciously wet. "I just get so emotional when my favorite person is being cute!"
You let out this fond little sigh at their whole... everything.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C84">><</button>>Vailyn takes a look around, scanning the space, their expression brightening. "Cozy as ever. I still can't believe you two could make this mess of a house into something homy."
You pause at that, shoulders tensing. "You two…?"
You don't need them to say $e_their name, of course you know who they're talking about. It's just… been a while since someone brought up this topic without being careful with their words around you.
They walk through the house to the living room, stopping in their track to turn their attention to you with a chuckle. "You and $namee, who else?"
Oh… They don't know. It's so obvious now, their light demeanor, no worries in sight. You can see them searching around, expecting $namee to greet them, to ask about their travel. $namee was always fast to greet them with a warm hug and light small talks…
Your face falls as you look away, scratching your neck, something you do a lot these days. As people say, old habits die hard, right?
"$name," you hear Vailyn murmurs carefully as they continue to look around, wrinkles starting to appear between their eyebrows.
You keep your eyes glued to the wall, still scratching, still avoiding the moment you'll have to tell them that $namee won't be able to greet them anymore.
"$name?" they repeat, this time with an edge of mounting worry.
You scratch. Avoid.
Their hands come out of nowhere—one stopping your nervous scratching, the other tilting your chin up. Their eyes are searching yours, looking for answers. "Hey… You're going to hurt yourself if you keep that up, angel. Remember what we talked about? When anxiety hits, you take your moment. One breath for the journey, two breaths for all the good stuff coming your way, and the last–"
"…for me," you finish with a shaky breath.
Their expression softens, crinkles appearing on the corner of their eyes. "That's right, angel. Can you do that for me?"
You nod jerkily, taking that first breath—
<b>The crash flashes through your mind</b>
Second breath
<b><i>$namee's face</i></b>
And the last breath….
Your muscles start to unwind, but you still can't look at them. "$namee... $e_They's... $e_They's gone."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C85">><</button>>The words feel like they're ripping through your throat, too heavy to even think about. Now, the news finally out, you roll your lips together, waiting for their reaction. You didn't notice how your hands are shaking, and when you do, you close them in fists to stop their trembling.
It's still too fresh for you. Weeks passed and it's still too fresh.
You expected them to break down too. Vailyn always appreciated and saw $namee as their second child after you. They never had any kids but they never needed any. That's what Vailyn always told you.
When they met you, they knew they'd do their best to cherish you like their own kid.
It felt weird when they started to treat $namee like their second kid. It was like dating your sibling and you're not gonna lie, that took you a long time to get used to without feeling weirded out.
But Vailyn doesn't break. Instead, they cradle your head against their chest, fingers running through your hair with this soft sigh. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here when you needed me most..."
Your breath catches, and you burrow into their neck. Suddenly you're that kid again in their arms. Like no time passed at all, like it was yesterday when you were still at your dad's, and Vailyn was your safe space.
That's actually why you have this place. It was Vailyn who offered this place when you and $namee were desperately searching for a place to call home. At first Vailyn wanted to just offer this house to you and call it a day. A free house.
You and $namee were too uncomfortable to accept it without paying. So you decided to still give Vailyn money each month. They had a hard time accepting it, though, saying it was a gift from them to their "angel".
You didn't want that.
They gave you so much. So fucking much. You couldn't just take and take and take without giving.
You suck in this sharp breath, clear your throat, and pull back with what you hope is a decent smile. "Still... feels unreal sometimes, but I'm getting there."
Their forehead crease as they ruffle gently your hair with a warm smile. "You were always too tough for your own good."
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*[["I'm just doing my best," you smile weakly.|Chap2C86]]
*[[You sniff, letting a grin appear in full force. "Tough? Yup, that's me."|Chap2C87]]
*[["I don't know about that," you snort with a shake of your head.|Chap2C88]]
*[[You hum with a nod. "Don't really have choice, do I?"|Chap2C89]]
*[[You wave dismissively. "I'm not that tough, trust me."|Chap2C90]]Vailyn's expression softens, their usual theatrical demeanor melting into something more gentle. They step closer, their hand moving from your hair to cup your cheek. "Oh, angel..."
There's understanding in their eyes now, replacing their earlier excitement.
"Your best? That's more than enough," they say quietly, thumb brushing your cheek. "And you don't need to put on a brave face, not for me. Never for me, remember?"
Your breath comes out all shaky. "I know..."
"Good," they nod. "Hell, you can even scream at me if that's what you need. No matter what, I'm not going anywhere."
"I know..."
"I'm glad you do."
Their lips curl in a tender smile. The words hit something fragile in your chest. Here stands the person who gave you and $namee a home, who believed in your independence while still watching over you from afar, who gave you everything even when they had nothing.
Their presence feels both comforting and overwhelming.
"The rent–" you start, but they immediately shake their head, not letting you the time to continue.
"Don't you dare worry about that right now," they say firmly, though their touch remains gentle. "We'll figure everything out later. Right now, I just want you to know I'm here. You don't even need to pay for anything, $name. I told you to keep the house and do whatever you want with it."
Footsteps echo in the house, probably Ekissa walking down the stairs.
"Huh, Vailyn," you hear your bestie call out from behind you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C91">><</button>>The bravado in your voice doesn't fool Vailyn. They're the one who practically raised you, they know the telltale. Their expression turns knowing, their theatrical flair softening into something more maternal. Their hand slides from your hair to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Mhmm," they hum, not buying your act for a second. "You know, being tough doesn't mean you have to wear a smile all the time. Crying doesn't mean you're weak. Doing it or showing it is something impressive, don't you think? It means you're strong enough to admit you can't always be this... invincible person everyone expects you to be."
You can see the concern in their eyes, the way they're reading right through your forced cheerfulness. They tilt their head, studying your face with the kind of attention that makes you want to squirm.
"But if this is how you need to process things, angel," they lean in, pressing this super soft kiss to your forehead. "Who am I to tell you you're doing it wrong?" Pulling away, they wink. "Everyone's different."
"Yeah?" you ask with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.
Their lips curl in a tender smile. The words hit something fragile in your chest. Here stands the person who gave you and $namee a home, who believed in your independence while still watching over you from afar, who gave you everything even when they had nothing.
Their presence feels both comforting and overwhelming.
"The rent–" you start, but they immediately shake their head, not letting you the time to continue.
"Don't you dare worry about that right now," they say firmly, though their touch remains gentle. "We'll figure everything out later. Right now, I just want you to know I'm here. You don't even need to pay for anything, $name. I told you to keep the house and do whatever you want with it."
Footsteps echo in the house, probably Ekissa walking down the stairs.
"Huh, Vailyn," you hear your bestie call out from behind you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C91">><</button>>A shadow of sadness crosses Vailyn's face as they watch you, their usual dramatic flair subdued. They lean against the wall nearby, their jewelry catching the late afternoon light.
"But you are," they insist quietly, their voice lacking its usual theatrical tone. "Look at you, still standing, still trying to handle everything on your own." Their red curls fall forward as they tilt their head. "Still putting on a brave face when you don't have to."
The gentle understanding in their eyes makes something in your chest tighten. Here they are, still trying to take care of you, just like they always have.
"You've always been the type to carry everything on your shoulders," they say softly, their gaze full of concern. "Always trying to be strong for everyone else. But sometimes... sometimes it's okay to let others be strong for you. It's okay to let others carry you to the next chapter until you feel good enough to stand on your own."
"Yeah?" you ask with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.
Their lips curl in a tender smile. The words hit something fragile in your chest. Here stands the person who gave you and $namee a home, who believed in your independence while still watching over you from afar, who gave you everything even when they had nothing.
Their presence feels both comforting and overwhelming.
"The rent–" you start, but they immediately shake their head, not letting you the time to continue.
"Don't you dare worry about that right now," they say firmly, though their touch remains gentle. "We'll figure everything out later. Right now, I just want you to know I'm here. You don't even need to pay for anything, $name. I told you to keep the house and do whatever you want with it."
Footsteps echo in the house, probably Ekissa walking down the stairs.
"Huh, Vailyn," you hear your bestie call out from behind you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C91">><</button>>The resignation in your voice makes Vailyn's theatrical demeanor fade completely. Their expression softens into something more somber, more raw.
"Oh, angel..." they murmur, their hands falling to their sides.
The usual sparkle in their eyes dims as they watch you, their red curls framing their face like a gentle curtain.
"You always have a choice," they say quietly as they step closer. "Being strong... it doesn't mean you have to face everything alone. It doesn't mean you can't break down sometimes."
Their hand reaches up to stroke your hair, the gesture achingly gentle.
"You're allowed to not be okay. You're allowed to fall apart. And when you do..." they pause, their eyes full of warmth, "I'll be here to help pick up the pieces this time. I promise I'll be there."
"Yeah?" you ask with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.
Their lips curl in a tender smile. The words hit something fragile in your chest. Here stands the person who gave you and $namee a home, who believed in your independence while still watching over you from afar, who gave you everything even when they had nothing.
Their presence feels both comforting and overwhelming.
"The rent–" you start, but they immediately shake their head, not letting you the time to continue.
"Don't you dare worry about that right now," they say firmly, though their touch remains gentle. "We'll figure everything out later. Right now, I just want you to know I'm here. You don't even need to pay for anything, $name. I told you to keep the house and do whatever you want with it."
Footsteps echo in the house, probably Ekissa walking down the stairs.
"Huh, Vailyn," you hear your bestie call out from behind you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C91">><</button>>You step through the entrance and wade into the sea of angry faces in front of the building.
"Who the fuck $m_is $m_they?"
"Hell if I know, maybe $m_theyre–"
"Hey, hey! Tell your boss to give us our money back!"
"Stop pushing me, jesus..."
"You're the one pushing!"
You swallow. Well, it's now or never to show your boss you can totally handle these types of situations. Now you just need to figure out... how exactly to do that. No biggie... or at least that's what you're desperately trying to tell yourself.
The crowd outside looks like a powder keg ready to explode. Some are holding signs with slogans about product defects, others are recording everything on their phones—probably hoping to catch a viral moment. Something you're praying won't happen because viral usually means you royally screwed up. You're still wondering how they managed to whip up those signs so fast.
They fall silent when they see you coming their way. It doesn't last long before the angry murmurs grow louder. Someone drops a <i>megaphone</i> near the front of the group, and you realize that: one, they’re more prepared than you thought, and two, you've got about thirty seconds to make your move.
Show time. Let's see if $namel was right about hiring you.
<<if $taffskills == "pplskills">>You let your face soften, channeling your inner therapist vibes. These aren't just angry Karens, they're actual people with real issues. You keep this mantra going in your head, even when you hear someone call you another corporate weirdo, and someone else sarcastically asking if you're going to offer them coffee.
You take a step forward, your body language open and non-threatening.<<elseif $taffskills == "scienlogiskills">>You pull out a tablet, already loaded with comparative data and technical specifications. Charts and graphs appear, showing exactly how tight the company's quality control is. You're not just going to talk, you're bringing the cold, hard facts. If they won't listen to you, maybe they'll listen to the numbers.<<elseif $taffskills == "intimidauthorityskills">>Your posture changes. Shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, you radiate controlled power. Your eyes sweep across the crowd, basically daring anyone to try interrupting what you're about to lay down. If they'd stopped buying into every random Twitter rumor, maybe you wouldn’t all have be here in the first place.<<else>>You clear your throat and smile, ready to unleash the word avalanche that's about to confuse the hell out of everyone. Maybe they'll stop yelling just trying to figure out what you're going on about. Once you get going, there's no stopping this train.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C10">><</button>>The theatrical light in Vailyn's eyes dims as they watch you brush off their words. Their red curls sway gently as they shake their head, their usual dramatic flair mellowing into something more genuine.
"You know what I see?" they ask softly as they straighten up. "I see someone who's trying so hard to keep it together. Someone who thinks they need to minimize their own strength."
Their burnt orange outfit rustles as they step closer, their presence warm and comforting.
"You're standing here, trying to convince me you're not tough, while everything about you proves otherwise." Their voice gets tender, maternal almost. "Being tough isn't about being unbreakable, angel. It's about continuing to move forward even when it hurts."
They reach out, their touch gentle as they brush your hair back. "And you're doing exactly that, aren't you? Like you always did. You've always been strong, angel. You were strong before, you still are today and you'll always be my strong, precious angel."
"Yeah?" you ask with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.
Their lips curl in a tender smile. The words hit something fragile in your chest. Here stands the person who gave you and $namee a home, who believed in your independence while still watching over you from afar, who gave you everything even when they had nothing.
Their presence feels both comforting and overwhelming.
"The rent–" you start, but they immediately shake their head, not letting you the time to continue.
"Don't you dare worry about that right now," they say firmly, though their touch remains gentle. "We'll figure everything out later. Right now, I just want you to know I'm here. You don't even need to pay for anything, $name. I told you to keep the house and do whatever you want with it."
Footsteps echo in the house, probably Ekissa walking down the stairs.
"Huh, Vailyn," you hear your bestie call out from behind you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C91">><</button>>You straighten your back, making the vulnerable expression disappear. You look over your shoulder, your bestie joining you as Vailyn hurries to take the grumpy $j_man in their arms—
"Don't even think about it," Ekissa scowls.
But Vailyn being Vailyn, embraces Ekissa in a bear hug, their bodies moving side to side. "Ekissa! It's been too long! How are your parents? And you? Still singing? And painting? I was so glad to see how many people came to your exhibition the other day! But didn't doubt it one bit! You're too talented, I swear!"
"It's been only three days," Ekissa clicks $j_their tongue.
You shift your gaze between the two, realization dawning on you. "Ah, so you were talking about Vailyn the other day?"
"Yeah," Ekissa grumbles, pushing away the overbearing Vailyn. "They came to my expo and embarrassed the hell out of me in front of everyone there. It's definitely the first and the last time I'll let them come to one of my exhibits. I learned my lesson."
"I just wanted to support you," Vailyn smiles fondly at the grumpy $j_man.
"Well, don't." Ekissa retorts.
You all take a seat. Vailyn sits on the sofa on the left side while Ekissa sits next to you on the couch.
"Aren't you supposed to have this dinner with that <<if $routedoc == "yes">>doc<<else>>weird old man<</if>>?" your bestie questions with a confused frown your way.
Vailyn's smile instantly disappears as their eyes open wide. "I'm sorry, you can still go! I'll come back when you're free. I didn't know you had plans for tonight. I should've called you before… I wanted to surprise you, but…"
You wave away their concern. "I'll send them a text or call them to postpone our dinner for another day."
It's been months since you saw Vailyn, you don't want to pass up the chance to spend time with them. They always know how to lighten your day, just like they always did. And right now, you need this, need them.
Vailyn grimaces, pushing their strand of curly red hair behind their shoulder. "I can leave, $name, really. I don't want to ruin anything. You can go, I can always come another day for dinner or something?"
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*[[You shake your head. "You're not ruining anything."|Chap2C92]]
*[["It's okay, I want to spend time with you anyway," you reassure them softly.|Chap2C93]]
*[["I prefer to stay here with you," you beam at them.|Chap2C94]]
*[[You cock a brow. "But I want to stay, though?"|Chap2C95]]
*[["Are you chasing me away from my house?" you tease.|Chap2C96]]Vailyn's expression remains uncertain, their fingers playing with one of their gold bangles, a nervous gesture.
"Are you sure?" they ask, rolling their lips together as they add. "Because I really don't mind coming back another time."
"Oh my god," Ekissa groans from beside you, throwing $j_their head back against the couch. "They're gonna be like this all night if you don't stop them now."
You shoot your best friend a look, but there's a hint of fondness in $j_their exasperation. Even with $j_their usual grumpiness, you can tell $j_they's not actually annoyed by Vailyn's presence, just their excessive affection. The two of them—despite Ekissa trying so hard to prove otherwise—get along pretty well.
"Ekissa's right," you say, turning back to Vailyn. "You're here now, and honestly..." you pause, offering them a small smile, "I missed having you around."
Their eyes immediately get misty, and Ekissa mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "here we go again" under $j_their breath.
"Don't you dare cry," $j_they warns, pointing a finger at them. "I swear to god, if you start crying and hugging everyone again–"
"I'm not crying, you are," Vailyn sniffs, blinking repeatedly to make the tears disappear.
"Sure, sure," your bestie drawls.
But Vailyn isn't done. They start to launch into apologies and how sorry they are and how they should've called you before and a <i>lot</i> of other things.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C97">><</button>>Vailyn's face does that thing where they're clearly trying not to get emotional—their bottom lip trembling slightly as they clutch their hands together. "You're going to make me cry."
"Please don't," Ekissa mutters beside you, but there's a slight uplift to $j_their lips that betrays $j_their amusement.
"I can't help it!" Vailyn sniffs, dabbing carefully at their eyes. "When $m_theyre being sweet like this–"
"$m_Theyre literally just saying $m_they want$m_s to hang out," Ekissa points out dryly. "It's not that deep."
"But it is!" Vailyn protests, their voice going high-pitched with emotion. "After everything that happened, $m_they still want$m_s to–" they cut themselves off, taking a deep breath. "No, no, I promised myself I wouldn't cry."
"Ugh, they're already giving me a headache," Ekissa grumbles next to you. You elbow your best friend for $j_them to shut up as $j_they shrugs. "What? I'm telling the truth."
That earns a sigh from you as you watch Vailyn fanning their face dramatically, making Ekissa roll $j_their eyes so hard you're worried they might get stuck. $j_They can act all $j_they wants, but the two of them—despite Ekissa trying so hard to prove otherwise—get along pretty well.
"I swear," your best friend grumbles, "You're worse than a soap opera."
But Vailyn isn't done. They start to launch into apologies and how sorry they are and how they should've called you before and a <i>lot</i> of other things.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C97">><</button>>"Oh no," Ekissa mutters as Vailyn's face crumples with emotion. "Here come the waterworks."
"I'm not crying!" Vailyn protests, even as they dab at their eyes. "I just– $m_theyre being so sweet, and I missed $m_them so much and-"
"You saw $m_them three days ago at my exhibition," Ekissa cuts in, but there's a hint of fondness beneath $j_their exasperation. $j_They pauses, giving you a pointed look. "Ah, no, you didn't see $name because $m_they $m_was <i>late</i>."
"That's right!" Vailyn waves their hands expressively. "We barely called each other, and it's been months I didn't see $m_their cute face, and now I see $m_them and everything is too much!" They turn back to you, eyes still misty. "And now you're choosing to stay with me instead of–"
"It's really not that deep," Ekissa interjects.
"Everything is deep with them," you point out with a small grin.
"Don't encourage them," your best friend groans, but you can see $j_them fighting a smile. $j_They can act all $j_they wants, but the two of them—despite Ekissa trying so hard to prove otherwise—get along pretty well.
But Vailyn isn't done. They start to launch into apologies and how sorry they are and how they should've called you before and a <i>lot</i> of other things.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C97">><</button>>"See? $m_They want$m_s to stay," Ekissa drawls from beside you. "Can we move past the dramatic scene now?"
But Vailyn's already clasping their hands together, eyes getting glassy. "The way you said that... so casual yet so sweet–"
"Oh my god," Ekissa drops $j_their head in $j_their hands. "It was literally just a normal sentence."
"But the intention behind it!" Vailyn exclaims, their voice wobbling. "$m_They want$m_s to stay with me even though– Even though $m_theyre supposed to be busy– Even though–"
"If you start crying, I'm leaving," Ekissa threatens, though you all know it's empty. $j_They can act all $j_they wants, but the two of them—despite Ekissa trying so hard to prove otherwise—get along pretty well.
"I'm not crying! You are!" Vailyn insists, even as they fan their face. "I'm just... emotionally moved by $m_their consideration."
"That's the same thing," your best friend points out flatly.
"It's not!"
Vailyn isn't done. They start to launch into apologies and how sorry they are and how they should've called you before and a <i>lot</i> of other things.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C97">><</button>>"Now look what you did," Ekissa sighs as Vailyn's eyes start to water. "They're about to turn this into a whole scene."
"I just–" Vailyn presses a hand to their chest, voice trembling. "The way $m_they can still joke around like this... after everything..."
"Please don't start," Ekissa groans. "$m_They made one joke. One."
"But it means $m_theyre comfortable enough with me to–"
"I swear to god," your best friend cuts in, "If you analyze one more casual interaction–"
"Let me feel my feelings, Ekissa!"
"Your feelings are giving me a headache." Ekissa groans, but you know better. $j_They can act all $j_they wants, but the two of them—despite Ekissa trying so hard to prove otherwise—get along pretty well.
You can't help but smile at their back and forth, the familiarity of it somehow comforting. Even with everything that's changed, some things stay the same, like Vailyn's theatrical reactions and Ekissa's grumpy facade.
And Vailyn isn't done. They start to launch into apologies and how sorry they are and how they should've called you before and a <i>lot</i> of other things.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C97">><</button>>"Here," Ekissa places a <<if $pickdrink == "juice">>glass of $pickdrink<<else>>$pickdrink<</if>> on the coffee table for you and a glass of water for Vailyn.
You blink, you didn't even notice $j_they left to grab you some drinks.
"How thoughtful of you," Vailyn smiles, endeared. At what Ekissa shrugs and takes back $j_their seat next to you.
You take a sip of your drink with a content sigh. "So, how was Spain?"
Their face lights up, brightening the whole place. "A-ma-zing! But let's be honest, the boys there are just…" they sigh dreamily. "I met this one man–"
They start their story with wide gestures and exclamations. You listen at first, taking in their tale with that man they met but soon enough, your attention turns to the wrinkle on Ekissa's shirt, your gaze stays fixed on it.
You can't seem to look away. You clench your hands together, forcing yourself to <i>not</i> reach out and smooth it… You're aching to smooth it. You could do it… you should do it…
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C98">><</button>><i>"And what about snakes? You like them?" $namee asks with a bright smile where you're both sitting at the park for your picnic date.
You're sprawled out on the blanket, arms tucked behind your head as you stare at the endless blue above. You were reluctant to show this spot to $namee. It's… the first time you brought someone here, and that's actually weird, because it's not been that long that you met $e_them.
It's here you come when you want to escape reality, <<if $pastrelationship == "many">>you never even brought your past dates here.<<elseif $pastrelationship == "meh">>you never even brought the few past dates you had here.<<else>>you never brought anyone here, not even Vailyn.<</if>> Well, you did bring someone, and it was your little brother.
Remembering $namee's question, you hum. "Snakes? Mmmh, I'd say–"
You stop mid-sentence when you catch $e_them staring at your shirt. You frown slightly, following $e_their gaze to look at the wrinkles on the fabric. Meeting $e_their blue agate gaze again, you blink. "Something's wrong? You good?"
$namee clears $e_their throat, throwing you a forced grin. "Me? Totally. No problem at all."
$e_They doesn't seem good at all, tho? Tilting your head, you add. "C'mon, tell me."
"It's just..." $namee hesitates a moment, smoothing $e_their shirt with $e_their hand repeatedly. "... I wouldn't want to ruin our third date but..."
"But?" you lift your brows expectantly.
"Can I touch you–I mean, your shirt, can I touch your shirt?"
<<if $intimid == 1>>You frown.
"My shirt?" You're about to tell $e_them why the fuck $e_they wanna touch your shirt but restrain yourself, instead saying. "Uh, sure, go for it, I guess."<<else>>You smirk.
"Already wanting to get your hands on me?" you hum, lifting your shoulder lightly. "Go ahead, I guess."<</if>>
$e_Their cheeks warm up as $e_they tries to bite back a smile. Raising $e_their hand, $e_they stops mid-air, double-checking if you're not changing your mind. When you don't say anything, $e_they finally smoothes the wrinkle for you.
$e_Their hand stays on your shoulder, $e_their eyes meeting your $eyecolor ones. A small grin appears on $e_their face. "Here, all done. You're even more breathtaking now."</i>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C99">><</button>>"$name," Ekissa's voice yanks you back to reality.
You straighten your back, shaking your head as if doing so would chase away the memory. "Yeah? Sorry, got a bit distracted."
"It's okay, angel," Vailyn reassures you, holding out their hand expectantly.
You hesitate. After some consideration, you take their hand. Their thumb rub soothing circle against the back of your hand.
Your heartbeat steadies, and you squeeze their hand back, managing a small but real smile this time.
"There you go, you're okay," they murmur.
You nod slowly.
You're okay…
You're okay.
<b>You're not.</b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C100">><</button>>Maxime lets out an indignant huff, crossing their arms over their chest. "Unbelievable. This is blatant favoritism over there."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You flash them a playful grin. "What can I say? I've got the Midas touch."<<else>>The ghost of a smile spread on your lips. "Can't help it."<</if>>
Chelsea's lips twitch, just barely suppressing a smile. "Don't let it go to your head, $name. It's just a cup of coffee."
Maxime rolls their eyes dramatically. "Easy for you to say. You're the one handing $m_them out like candy."
Ignoring the receptionist's grumbling, you take another sip, savoring the rich, aromatic blend. "Well, I'm not complaining. Cheers, Chelsea."
The stern woman nods, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards ever so slightly. "Enjoy it while it lasts."
With a chuckle, you head towards the elevator, feeling a bit more energized and ready to tackle the day ahead, despite Maxime's pouty glances in your direction.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Chelsea nods, her expression softening ever so slightly, something she shows more often around you these past days. "You looked like you could use the pick-me-up this morning."
Maxime's eyes widen, their gaze shifting between you and Chelsea in disbelief.
"Wait, wait, hold up. So $m_they get$m_s the special treatment but I don't?" they sputter indignantly.
Chelsea levels Maxime with a cool stare. "You're more than welcome to go get your own coffee, Maxime. I'm not your personal barista."
"But you just gave one to $name!" the receptionist protests.
You hide a smile behind your coffee cup, taking a sip of the rich, aromatic blend. "Well, I certainly appreciate it, Chelsea. Thanks again."
The corners of Chelsea's mouth twitch upwards in the faintest hint of a smile. "Enjoy it."
With that, she turns on her heel and heads back to her office, leaving a disgruntled Maxime in her wake.
Maxime huffs, glaring at you playfully. "Unbelievable. I see how it is."
You chuckle, shrugging unapologetically. "Sorry, Max. Guess I'm just the favorite today."
Maxime rolls their eyes, but you catch the faint smile tugging at the corners of their lips. "Whatever. Just don't let it go to your head, alright? Next thing you know, I'll be Chelsea's favorite."
<i>You doubt it</i>. You nod slowly, taking another sip of your coffee and feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the beverage. With a lighter step, you head towards the elevator, ready to tackle the day ahead.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Chelsea raises an eyebrow, her stern expression unwavering. "I'm always in a good mood, $name."
Her? Always in a good mood? You want to laugh at this statement.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Yeah, you know what I love most?" you start, waiting for her to answer.
She humors you with a raised eyebrow. "What do you love most?"
"Your beaming smiles you <i>always</i> wear," you quip. "A real sunshine."
Chelsea purses her lips. "I do not wear those beamin–"
"I know," you reply. "That's the point."<<else>>You try to hide an amused smile behind the warm drink. "Well, it's nice of you to offer me a drink with your ‘always in a good mood' behavior, then."
"Why are you smiling, $name?" Chelsea narrows her eyes.
You wave away her question with another smile. "It's nothing."<</if>>
Maxime pouts from behind the reception desk, watching as you take a sip of your coffee. "You're always getting the special treatment, aren't you?"
Chelsea shrugs, her lips curling into a faint smile. "What better way to start the day than with a coffee?" Glancing at you. "Now, take your coffee and get to work."
You nod, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the beverage. "Thanks again for the coffee, Chelsea."
As you head towards the elevator, you glance back at Maxime, who's still watching you with a pout on their face. "Don't worry, Max. I'm sure your time will come."
Maxime rolls their eyes, but there's a playful glint in their gaze. "Yeah, yeah. I'll believe it when I see it."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Chelsea's stern expression doesn't change, but you catch a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Something wrong, $name?"
You shake your head, taking a cautious sip of the coffee. "No, no. It's just...unexpected, that's all. You're not usually so...nice."
Maxime snorts from behind the reception desk. "Yeah, no kidding. I've been working here for years and I've never gotten so much as a 'good job'."
Chelsea's lips quirk into a faint smile. "Well, maybe if you worked a little harder, Maxime."
Maxime rolls their eyes, but you can tell they're not really upset.
You take another sip of your coffee, savoring the rich, aromatic taste. "Well, whatever the reason, I appreciate it, Chelsea. Thanks."
Chelsea nods, her expression returning to its usual sternness. "Just don't let it go to your head, $name. Now, go make yourself useful."
With a small chuckle, you head towards the elevator, feeling a little more energized and ready to tackle the day ahead.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Chelsea's stern expression falters slightly, and for a moment, you see a flicker of annoyance in her eyes that makes you grin wider. "Don't be ridiculous, $name. I'm not 'soft.' I just thought you could use a little pick-me-up this morning that's all."
Maxime, who has been watching the exchange with interest, rolls their eyes. "Yeah, sure. That's what they all say. I can't believe I didn't have any coffee. C'mon Chelsea, you're gonna make me cry if you keep going with the favoritism."
"It's not favoritism," Chelsea replies sternly.
Maxime groans. "It is. I never had any coffee from you."
"Work harder," the stern woman deadpans.
Ignoring the receptionist's whining, you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the rich, aromatic flavor. "Well, whatever the reason, I appreciate it, Chelsea. Thanks."
Chelsea nods, her expression softening a tiny bit. "Just don't let it go to your head, $name. Now, go make yourself useful."
With a grin, you head towards the elevator, feeling a little more energized and ready to tackle the day ahead. Maxime still watching you with a pout on their face.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>There's a pause on the other end of the line, and you can practically feel Emily's disappointment seeping through your phone. You bite your lower lip, your free hand fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
"Oh," she breathes out softly, and you hate how understanding she sounds. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah! Yeah, everything's fine," you rush to reassure her, your voice coming out a bit higher than intended. "It's just... an old friend showed up unexpectedly. They've been away for months, and I..." you trail off, not wanting to make excuses but feeling the need to explain yourself. "They're important to me–"
"$name," Emily cuts in gently, and you can hear the smile in her voice despite the underlying sadness. "It's okay. You don't have to explain yourself."
But you kind of want to, because Emily's been nothing but patient with you. Every time you've needed to reschedule, she's never complained. You run a hand through your hair, glancing back toward the living room where you know Vailyn's waiting.
"I really am sorry," you murmur, genuine regret coloring your tone. "I know we've been planning this dinner for a while now."
"We can always reschedule," she offers, and you hear some papers shuffling in the background. "Though I have to admit, I was looking forward to trying that new recipe Horia taught me."
The guilt intensifies, but you know you can't leave Vailyn alone, not when they've just returned.
"Next time?" you suggest hopefully, hearing her soft chuckle in response.
"Next time," she agrees. You can tell she means it, even if she's disappointed. "Take care of your friend, $name. We'll figure something out soon."
She ends the call soon after.
Lowering your phone, you stare at the screen for a moment, Emily's contact information still displayed. With a deep breath, you push away from the wall you've been leaning against, ready to head back to where Vailyn is waiting.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>A soft exhale comes through the phone, followed by a moment of silence. You can picture Emily in her office, probably sitting at her desk with that concerned frown she often wears. The same one she always has around you.
"Oh..." There's a slight rustling on her end, probably papers being moved around. "I understand, don't worry about it. I just..." she trails off, and you can hear the underlying disappointment in her voice. "I was looking forward to catching up with you. It's been a while since we last properly talked."
The guilt gnaws at your stomach. Emily has always been there, especially after everything that happened with $namee. She's more than just his doctor; she became someone you could rely on, someone who genuinely cares. Doesn't mean you're <i>that</i> close, but it still means something for you.
"How about we reschedule?" she suggests, her tone brightening slightly, though you can still detect the concern underneath. "My schedule's pretty packed this week with surgeries, but I could make time next week? Maybe Wednesday evening? Or… You know what? Let's talk about this when you're free, okay?"
You drum your fingers against your leg, listening to the faint sounds of Vailyn moving around in your living room.
"That would be perfect," you reply, grateful for her understanding. "I really am sorry about tonight."
"Don't be. Life happens," Emily reassures you, but there's something in her voice, a slight hesitation that makes you wonder if she wants to say more. Instead, she just adds, "Take care of yourself, $name."
She ends the call soon after.
Lowering your phone, you stare at the screen for a moment, Emily's contact information still displayed. With a deep breath, you push away from the wall you've been leaning against, ready to head back to where Vailyn is waiting.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>There's a pause on the other end of the line, and you can hear Emily's soft exhale. Your free hand fidgets with the hem of your shirt, waiting for her response while guilt gnaws at your stomach.
"Of course," Emily finally says, her voice carrying that familiar warmth despite the underlying disappointment. "I understand things come up. We can always reschedule."
You lean against the wall, relief washing over you even as the guilt lingers. Emily has always been understanding, maybe too understanding, which sometimes makes it worse when you have to cancel plans with her.
"I promise we'll do it soon," you add quickly, wanting to reassure her. "It's just... something unexpected came up that I really need to handle tonight."
"Don't worry about it, $name," she replies, and you can hear rustling papers in the background. Probably her rearranging her schedule. "How about next week? Same time Or… You know what? Let's talk about this when you're free, okay?"
You drum your fingers against your leg, listening to the faint sounds of Vailyn moving around in your living room.
"That would be perfect," you reply, grateful for her understanding. "I really am sorry about tonight."
"Just make sure to come hungry next time," she teases, her tone lightening. "Horia's planning to try a new recipe she found online, and you know how she gets when she's excited about cooking."
The mention of Horia's cooking brings a genuine smile to your face, easing some of the tension in your shoulders. "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Tell her I'm looking forward to it?"
"Will do. Take care, $name." she says as she ends the call.
Lowering your phone, you stare at the screen for a moment, Emily's contact information still displayed. With a deep breath, you push away from the wall you've been leaning against, ready to head back to where Vailyn is waiting.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>A soft rustling sound comes from the other end of the line, followed by Emily's gentle exhale.
"Of course, I understand." There's a pause, and you can hear the subtle sound of papers being moved around. "Family comes first, after all."
You bite your lower lip, guilt gnawing at your chest. Emily's been trying to have this dinner with you for weeks now, and here you are, canceling again. But Vailyn... they're someone special to you, someone who's been there during your darkest moments. You can't just let them spend their first night back alone.
"They just arrived," you continue, hoping to soften the blow. "I haven't seen them in six months, and they kind of surprised me with their visit."
Your voice trails off as you hear footsteps from the living room, probably Vailyn moving around.
Emily hums thoughtfully. "Don't worry about it, $name. We can always reschedule." There's warmth in her voice, but you catch the slight undertone of disappointment she's trying so hard to hide. "Just... don't be a stranger, okay? Text me when you're free, and we'll figure something out."
You nod, even though she can't see you. "I will, I promise. And Emily?" you add quickly before she can hang up. "Thank you for understanding."
"Always," she responds softly before ending the call.
Lowering your phone, you stare at the screen for a moment, Emily's contact information still displayed. With a deep breath, you push away from the wall you've been leaning against, ready to head back to where Vailyn is waiting.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>There's a pause on the other end of the line, and you hold your breath, waiting for Emily's response. The silence stretches for what feels like an eternity before you hear her let out a small sigh.
"$name..." Emily's voice carries that gentle understanding tone she always uses with her patients. "You know you don't have to make excuses, right? If something came up, it's okay to tell me."
You lean against the wall, closing your eyes. The guilt gnaws at your stomach, knowing how Emily always makes time for these dinners despite her busy schedule at the hospital.
"I know, I know. It's just..." you trail off, thinking about Vailyn waiting in your living room. "Someone important to me just showed up unexpectedly, and I haven't seen them in months. I really want to catch up with them."
"Important, huh?" There's a hint of curiosity in her voice, but she doesn't push. Instead, she chuckles softly. "Well, I guess we'll have to raincheck. But you better make it worth the wait."
Relief washes over you at her understanding.
"I will!" you promise.
"Go on then, don't keep your guest waiting. Just text me when you want to reschedule."
She ends the call soon after.
Lowering your phone, you stare at the screen for a moment, Emily's contact information still displayed. With a deep breath, you push away from the wall you've been leaning against, ready to head back to where Vailyn is waiting.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>Maxime's sulky pout morphs into a dramatic eye roll. "Very funny, $name. Just because I'm a bit... enthusiastic, doesn't mean I can't be nice once in a while, you know."
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"A bit?" you lift your brows, not sure you'd call it that.<<else>>"A bit? Wouldn't call it ‘a bit'," you quip.<</if>>
"Yes, a bit." They lean forward, resting their elbows on the sleek reception desk. "Besides, I figured you could use a pick-me-up after that grueling morning commute. Gotta keep my favorite co-worker happy and caffeinated, right?"
Scooping up the coffee, you take a sip, savoring the rich, aromatic taste. "Hmm, not bad. Thanks, Max. I appreciate it. Even if I still wonder what got you all nice today."
"Because you're my friend, what else?" Maxime beams.
Well… you had no idea you two were friends but oh well. With how many times you've spent with them, talking about all and nothing, you think friends would be correct. "Right, thanks. Really appreciate it."
Their hazel eyes twinkling with satisfaction. "That's what I'm here for, to make your day a little brighter. Now, get to work, you slacker!"
They playfully shoo you away, already shifting their attention to the computer screen in front of them.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Maxime lets out an exaggerated gasp, narrowing their eyes playfully. "Hey! I <i>am</i> Max. Do you really think I'd let some imposter waltz in and steal my job?"
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Of course, wouldn't want to steal your job and potential opportunity to be a director designer," you drawl sarcastically, but there's no real bite.<<else>>You shake your head fondly at them. "My bad, my bad."<</if>>
They lean back in their chair, crossing their arms over their chest. "I'll have you know I'm the one and only Maxime Grandge, receptionist extraordinaire. And don't you forget it."
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>You can't help the small chuckle escaping your lips at their theatrics. "Alright, alright, no need to get all worked up. I was just making sure you hadn't been replaced by a pod person or something."<<else>>You can't help but roll your eyes at their theatrics. "Alright, alright, I get it. Geez, not my fault if you're acting weird all of a sudden."<</if>>
Maxime waves a dismissive hand. "This face is one of a kind." They flash you a bright, toothy grin. "Now, are you going to stand there all day or are you going to take this coffee I so graciously provided?"
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Maxime gives you a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I know I can be a bit much sometimes. But I really was just trying to do something nice, I swear."
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You tilt your head, still a bit skeptical.<<else>>You lift your eyebrows with an amused smile.<</if>>
They push the coffee cup a little closer to you. "I figured you could use a pick-me-up. Thought it might help start your day off right."
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>You take the coffee, inspecting it cautiously. "Hmm, well I appreciate the thought, I guess." You take a sip, tasting the rich, smooth flavor. "Not bad, actually."
Maxime's face lights up. "See? I can be thoughtful when I want to be." They lean back in their chair, a satisfied grin on their face. "Though don't get too used to it. Can't have you thinking I've gone soft or anything."
"Wasn't thinking that," you shake your head.
"Always so serious, geez," they huff a laugh.<<else>>You take the coffee, a grin spreading on your face. "That's actually really nice of you, lemme just," you take a sip, tasting the rich, smooth flavor with a content hum. "Thanks, that hit the spot."
"See? I'm a nice person," they nod eagerly, face screaming ‘praise this friend of yours'. "But don't think I'm going soft on you."
You chuckle and shake your head. "Wouldn't dream of it."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Maxime watches your cautious movements, their expression shifting to one of exasperation. "Oh, come on, $name. I'm not trying to poison you or anything. It's just a simple cup of coffee."
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"You sure….?" You murmur with a grimace.<<else>>"You never know," you quip.<</if>>
They lean forward, resting their elbows on the sleek reception desk. "Look, I know I can be a bit...much, sometimes. But I really was just trying to do something nice for you. You know, to help wake you up and start your day off on the right foot."
You take a tentative sip, pleasantly surprised by the rich, smooth flavor.
"Hmm, not bad, actually." You concede, casting a sidelong glance at Maxime.
They perk up, a bright smile spreading across their face. "See? I told you! I may be a bit too enthusiastic, but I do know a thing or two about a good cup of coffee."
Relaxing slightly, you nod. "Alright, alright, you made your point. Thanks, Max. I appreciate it."
Maxime beams, practically radiating satisfaction. "That's what I'm here for, to keep you happy and caffeinated. Now, chop chop! Time to get to work, you slacker."
They playfully shoo you away, and with a small chuckle, you head towards the elevator, feeling a bit more energized and ready to tackle the day ahead.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Maxime's face lights up with a bright, genuine smile.
"Aw, no need to apologize! I know I can be a bit much sometimes." They push the coffee cup a little closer to you. "But I really was just trying to do something nice, you know? Figured you could use a pick-me-up after that morning commute."
You take the coffee, letting the warmth seep into your hands. "Well, I appreciate the gesture. It's a thoughtful thing to do." <i>especially from you</i>. You take a sip, savoring the rich, smooth flavor. "And the coffee is actually pretty good. Not bad at all."
Maxime beams, clearly pleased that you're enjoying the drink.
"See? I may be a little… enthusiastic, but I do know a thing or two about a good cup of coffee." They lean back in their chair, a satisfied grin on their face. "Gotta keep my favorite co-worker happy and caffeinated, right?"
You chuckle, shaking your head fondly. "Well, consider me happy and caffeinated. Thanks again, Max. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
Maxime gives you a playful salute. "Anytime. Now, get to work! Can't have you slacking off on my watch."
With a warm smile, you head towards the elevator, feeling a bit more energized and ready to tackle the day ahead.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C144">><</button>>Chelsea's eyes dart to yours, a flash of annoyance crossing her features before she tries to mask it with her usual sternness. It's something she doesn't like about you. Being close mean noticing small details, and she doesn't like when you notice that she's not the ice queen she wants to show so much around others.
You've seen her do this countless times, swooping in to help colleagues with their tasks because she couldn't stand seeing things done at a slower pace or not up to her exacting standards. But it was also her way to ease the workload from her subordinates' shoulders (she always denies it when you bring it out, though).
It's become such a common occurrence that the interns have started calling her 'The Savior' behind her back, though not unkindly.
Chelsea adjusts her blazer. "I don't—" she starts, then stops at your knowing look. "Okay, fine. But you try watching Johnson fumble through a simple spreadsheet without wanting to grab his mouse yourself."
The two of you make your way down the corridor, your heels clicking against the polished floor in sync. The office is mostly empty now, only the occasional glow of a desk lamp indicating the presence of other late workers.
"Besides," she continues, pressing the elevator button with perhaps more force than necessary, "it's not like I'm complaining."
But the way she stifles a yawn immediately after saying this somewhat undermines her argument.
You give her a side-eye that clearly says 'Really?' as the elevator doors slide open with a soft ding. Chelsea pointedly ignores your expression, but you can see the corners of her mouth twitching, fighting back a smile.
"Mh, actually," she starts, glancing your way, her forehead creasing. "There's something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah?" you tilt your head, making yourself comfortable by leaning against the back wall of the elevator.
The elevator reaches the ground floor, and as you both step out into the lobby, you can't help but notice how the other employees subtly straighten their postures when they spot Chelsea.
"I'll tell you outside," Chelsea says, pushing through the glass doors of the building.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the parking lot, and you can already spot Ekissa's car waiting in the usual spot. $j_They's leaning against the hood, arms crossed, $j_their white hair practically glowing in the sunlight.
When $j_they spots you both, $j_they straightens up but maintains that signature scowl of his. $j_Their default expression, especially around people.
"Chelsea," $j_they greets with a curt nod, $j_their voice carrying that familiar grumpy undertone that makes you want to roll your eyes. For an artist who creates such beautiful things, $j_they sure can make a simple greeting sound like a complaint.
"Ekissa," Chelsea returns, equally brief and equally curt. Turning her attention to you, she drops the bomb. "I heard rumor circulating, saying you're dating $namel. It's been a week. I thought it was just to ‘joke' around but they're getting more and more convinced that it's the case. I thought you'd want to know."
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*[[Your head whip to her direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!" |Chap2CMOMC6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMC7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking back to Chelsea. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMC8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You hum. "Do you believe these rumors? Because it's not true."|Chap2CMOMC9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMC10]]
*[["Are we?" you grin, wiggling your brows. But at her deadpan look, you sigh dramatically. "We're not if you were wondering."|Chap2CMOMC11]]The way Chelsea's eyebrows shoot up at your reaction only adds to your amusement. Ekissa shifts beside you, a low scoff escaping $j_them as $j_they pulls out $j_their car keys.
"People really need to find better things to do than spread rumors," you add, shaking your head. The thought of you and $namel together is just... weird. Sure, $l_they's attractive—anyone with eyes can see that—but dating $l_them? The $l_man who's practically made it $l_their life mission to tease everyone within a ten-foot radius? No thanks. <<if $LL >= 6>>You're absolutely not attracted to $namel… not at all…...<</if>>
Chelsea eyes you carefully, probably trying to decide if you're being truthful or just trying to throw her off. After a moment, she seems satisfied with what she sees in your expression.
"Well, that's good to know," she says, her professional demeanor softening slightly. "As HR director, I needed to make sure there wasn't any..." she waves her hand vaguely, "workplace situation developing."
"The only situation developing is me getting hungry," Ekissa grumbles from beside the car, jangling $j_their keys more insistently. "Can we go now?"
You catch Chelsea trying to hide a smile at Ekissa's impatience.
"Yeah, yeah," you call out to $j_them, then turn back to Chelsea. "Thanks for the heads up, though. I appreciate it."
"Just doing my job," she replies, already turning to head back inside. "Try not to generate any more rumors, will you?"
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"No promises!" you call after her retreating form, earning yourself another one of Ekissa's trademark scoffs.<<else>>You nod even if she can't see it as she retreats to her own car.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>>Chelsea's sharp eyes study you for a moment, likely trying to decipher if you're being serious or just messing around. Meanwhile, Ekissa makes a sound that's somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.
"You know," you continue, pushing yourself off the car you'd been leaning against, "for someone who runs HR, you sure put a lot of stock in office gossip."
Chelsea adjusts her glasses. "It's my job to know what's happening in the company, especially when it involves the CEO."
"Fair enough," you concede with a shrug. "But nah, $namel and I aren't dating. We're just..." you wave your hand vaguely in the air, searching for the right words, "friendly, I guess? In that weird way where $j_they thinks being annoying is a personality trait. I mean, it was a bit… weird these past weeks but we're working on this… friendship, I guess."
Ekissa mutters something under $j_their breath that sounds suspiciously like "understatement of the year," which makes you elbow $j_them in the ribs. $j_They shoots you a glare that has about as much heat as a lukewarm cup of coffee.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Besides," you add with a cheeky grin, "if I were dating anyone at work, the whole office would know. I'm not exactly subtle, am I?"
Chelsea's lips twitch, fighting what might be a smile. "No," she agrees, "you're really not. But that doesn't mean anything, you can still be subtle in relationship."
You shrug at that with a wink. "You'll never know."<<else>>"Besides," you add with a shrug. "If I were dating anyone at work, the whole office would know. $namel isn't subtle."
Chelsea's lips twitch, fighting what might be a smile. "No," she agrees, "$l_they's really not."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>>Chelsea lets out a weary chuckle, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder. "I suppose I am."
Her fingers absently play with the hem of her blazer. You know what she's doing, trying to brush off concerns about her well-being. <i>As always</i>.
You've seen her do this countless times, swooping in to help colleagues with their tasks because she couldn't stand seeing things done at a slower pace or not up to her exacting standards. But it was also her way to ease the workload from her subordinates' shoulders (she always denies it when you bring it out, though).
It's become such a common occurrence that the interns have started calling her 'The Savior' behind her back, though not unkindly.
"I mean it, Chelsea," you press on, falling into step beside her as you both head toward the elevator. The clicking of her heels echoes in the now-empty corridor, mixing with the soft hum of the building's evening silence. "I've seen the hours you're pulling lately. You're usually the first one here and the last to leave."
The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and as you both step inside, you notice the slight slump in her shoulders.
"It's just... there's so much to handle because of that counterfeit problem," she explains, rubbing her temple. The motion draws attention to the subtle dark circles under her eyes, barely concealed by makeup. "And with $namel expanding more into the international market, HR has their hands full with all the new hiring processes."
You watch as she presses the lobby button, the familiar worry gnawing at your chest. Chelsea's always been the type to shoulder everyone's burdens, to take on more than she should. It's what makes her excellent at her job, but sometimes you wonder at what cost.
The elevator descends, and you can't help but notice how she stifles a yawn behind her hand.
"You know," you say softly, "the company won't fall apart if you take care of yourself first."
She waves away your concern like it's nothing important. You sigh, knowing you'll go nowhere if you insist about it.
"Mh, actually," she starts, glancing your way, her forehead creasing. "There's something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah?" you tilt your head, making yourself comfortable by leaning against the back wall of the elevator.
The elevator reaches the ground floor, and as you both step out into the lobby, you can't help but notice how the other employees subtly straighten their postures when they spot Chelsea.
"I'll tell you outside," Chelsea says, pushing through the glass doors of the building.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the parking lot, and you can already spot Ekissa's car waiting in the usual spot. $j_They's leaning against the hood, arms crossed, $j_their white hair practically glowing in the sunlight.
When $j_they spots you both, $j_they straightens up but maintains that signature scowl of his. $j_Their default expression, especially around people.
"Chelsea," $j_they greets with a curt nod, $j_their voice carrying that familiar grumpy undertone that makes you want to roll your eyes. For an artist who creates such beautiful things, $j_they sure can make a simple greeting sound like a complaint.
"Ekissa," Chelsea returns, equally brief and equally curt. Turning her attention to you, she drops the bomb. "I heard rumor circulating, saying you're dating $namel. It's been a week. I thought it was just to ‘joke' around but they're getting more and more convinced that it's the case. I thought you'd want to know."
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*[[Your head whip to her direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!" |Chap2CMOMC6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMC7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking back to Chelsea. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMC8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You hum. "Do you believe these rumors? Because it's not true."|Chap2CMOMC9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMC10]]
*[["Are we?" you grin, wiggling your brows. But at her deadpan look, you sigh dramatically. "We're not if you were wondering."|Chap2CMOMC11]]Chelsea lets out an exasperated sigh, but you catch that subtle twitch at the corner of her lips. She locks her office door, her keys jingling in the quiet hallway. "And let them mess up important documents? I'd rather work overtime than deal with that headache."
You fall into step beside her as you both head toward the elevator. The clicking of her heels echoes through the nearly empty floor, most employees having left hours ago. "You know I'm right though. I've seen at least three people watching TikTok videos when I passed by their desks earlier."
"Don't remind me," she groans, pressing the elevator button. "I caught Johnson watching cat videos instead of finishing the quarterly reports."
The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and you both step inside. "See? That's exactly what I mean. Make them earn their paychecks for once."
You've seen her do this countless times, swooping in to help colleagues with their tasks because she couldn't stand seeing things done at a slower pace or not up to her exacting standards. But it was also her way to ease the workload from her subordinates' shoulders (she always denies it when you bring it out, though).
It's become such a common occurrence that the interns have started calling her 'The Savior' behind her back, though not unkindly.
Chelsea adjusts her glasses, giving you that stern look she's perfected over years of being HR director, but there's amusement dancing in her brown eyes. "And who's going to deal with the complaints when they inevitably mess up? Me. Who's going to have to explain to $namel why important documents are filled with errors? Also me."
"C'mon, Chelsea," you nudge her playfully as the elevator descends. "At least make them do the mindless data entry stuff. Save yourself some time for the actually important things."
She shakes her head, but you can tell she's actually considering it. "I'll think about it. Maybe. No promises though."
You roll your eyes. "Hope you'll actually do it."
"Mh, actually," she starts, glancing your way, her forehead creasing. "There's something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah?" you tilt your head, making yourself comfortable by leaning against the back wall of the elevator.
The elevator reaches the ground floor, and as you both step out into the lobby, you can't help but notice how the other employees subtly straighten their postures when they spot Chelsea.
"I'll tell you outside," Chelsea says, pushing through the glass doors of the building.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the parking lot, and you can already spot Ekissa's car waiting in the usual spot. $j_They's leaning against the hood, arms crossed, $j_their white hair practically glowing in the sunlight.
When $j_they spots you both, $j_they straightens up but maintains that signature scowl of his. $j_Their default expression, especially around people.
"Chelsea," $j_they greets with a curt nod, $j_their voice carrying that familiar grumpy undertone that makes you want to roll your eyes. For an artist who creates such beautiful things, $j_they sure can make a simple greeting sound like a complaint.
"Ekissa," Chelsea returns, equally brief and equally curt. Turning her attention to you, she drops the bomb. "I heard rumor circulating, saying you're dating $namel. It's been a week. I thought it was just to ‘joke' around but they're getting more and more convinced that it's the case. I thought you'd want to know."
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*[[Your head whip to her direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!" |Chap2CMOMC6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMC7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking back to Chelsea. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMC8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You hum. "Do you believe these rumors? Because it's not true."|Chap2CMOMC9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMC10]]
*[["Are we?" you grin, wiggling your brows. But at her deadpan look, you sigh dramatically. "We're not if you were wondering."|Chap2CMOMC11]]Chelsea shoots you a sidelong glance, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder.
"I do not," she protests, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice that betrays her.
"Oh really?" You press the elevator button, turning to face her with raised eyebrows. "Then who was it that volunteered to review all the intern applications last week? And who insisted on personally checking every single holiday request form instead of delegating it to whoever else charged in doing it?"
The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and you both step inside. Chelsea's heels click against the floor as she positions herself against the back wall, crossing her arms.
You've seen her do this countless times, swooping in to help colleagues with their tasks because she couldn't stand seeing things done at a slower pace or not up to her exacting standards. But it was also her way to ease the workload from her subordinates' shoulders (she always denies it when you bring it out, though).
It's become such a common occurrence that the interns have started calling her 'The Savior' behind her back, though not unkindly.
"That's different," she argues, though her lips twitch upward. "The interns needed proper vetting, and the holiday requests–"
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"–could have been handled by literally anyone else," you finish for her, grinning. "Face it, Chelsea. You're a workaholic who actually enjoys drowning in paperwork."<<else>>"–could have been handled by literally anyone else," you finish for her with a shake of your head. "You're a workaholic who seems rather impatient to drown in paperwork."<</if>>
She lets out a small laugh, shaking her head. "I prefer the term 'dedicated professional.'"
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"More like 'professionally married to her desk,'" you tease, earning yourself one of her glares that has absolutely no heat behind it. "I bet you even dream about spreadsheets and HR protocols."<<else>>"That's putting it lightly," you retort.<</if>>
The elevator continues its descent, and Chelsea's professional facade cracks just enough to show genuine amusement.
"Well, someone has to keep this place running smoothly," she says, straightening her blazer. "And if that means a few extra hours of work..."
"A few?" You snort. "Try a few hundred."
"Mh, actually," she starts, glancing your way, her forehead creasing. "There's something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah?" you tilt your head, making yourself comfortable by leaning against the back wall of the elevator.
The elevator reaches the ground floor, and as you both step out into the lobby, you can't help but notice how the other employees subtly straighten their postures when they spot Chelsea.
"I'll tell you outside," Chelsea says, pushing through the glass doors of the building.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the parking lot, and you can already spot Ekissa's car waiting in the usual spot. $j_They's leaning against the hood, arms crossed, $j_their white hair practically glowing in the sunlight.
When $j_they spots you both, $j_they straightens up but maintains that signature scowl of his. $j_Their default expression, especially around people.
"Chelsea," $j_they greets with a curt nod, $j_their voice carrying that familiar grumpy undertone that makes you want to roll your eyes. For an artist who creates such beautiful things, $j_they sure can make a simple greeting sound like a complaint.
"Ekissa," Chelsea returns, equally brief and equally curt. Turning her attention to you, she drops the bomb. "I heard rumor circulating, saying you're dating $namel. It's been a week. I thought it was just to ‘joke' around but they're getting more and more convinced that it's the case. I thought you'd want to know."
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*[[Your head whip to her direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!" |Chap2CMOMC6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMC7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking back to Chelsea. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMC8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You hum. "Do you believe these rumors? Because it's not true."|Chap2CMOMC9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMC10]]
*[["Are we?" you grin, wiggling your brows. But at her deadpan look, you sigh dramatically. "We're not if you were wondering."|Chap2CMOMC11]]You fall into step beside her as you both head toward the elevators. "I know you're the HR director and everything, but even you need to rest sometimes."
Chelsea snorts, pressing the elevator button with more force than necessary.
"And let this place fall into chaos? Last time I took a vacation, three departments nearly had a meltdown over printer access." She shakes her head, her straight red hair tightly tied in a ponytail swaying with the movement. "Besides, who would keep $namel in check?"
The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and you both step inside. You can't help but notice how Chelsea's shoulders slump slightly once the doors close, the strict facade cracking just a bit.
"$namet would," you reply, but she shakes her head again.
You've seen her do this countless times, swooping in to help colleagues with their tasks because she couldn't stand seeing things done at a slower pace or not up to her exacting standards. But it was also her way to ease the workload from her subordinates' shoulders (she always denies it when you bring it out, though).
It's become such a common occurrence that the interns have started calling her 'The Savior' behind her back, though not unkindly.
"I appreciate the concern," she says more softly, her brown eyes meeting yours in the mirrored walls. "But I'm fine. Really. This company... it's like my second home. These people are like my..."
She trails off, adjusting her glasses in that nervous habit you've come to recognize.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Like your children who constantly misbehave?" you tease, earning a genuine laugh from her.<<else>>You cock a brow. "Like your children who constantly misbehave?"<</if>>
"Exactly. Especially $namel. Sometimes I wonder who's really running this company."
"Aren't you younger than $namel?" you blink at her. She doesn't answer.
"Mh, actually," she starts, glancing your way, her forehead creasing. "There's something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah?" you tilt your head, making yourself comfortable by leaning against the back wall of the elevator.
The elevator reaches the ground floor, and as you both step out into the lobby, you can't help but notice how the other employees subtly straighten their postures when they spot Chelsea.
"I'll tell you outside," Chelsea says, pushing through the glass doors of the building.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the parking lot, and you can already spot Ekissa's car waiting in the usual spot. $j_They's leaning against the hood, arms crossed, $j_their white hair practically glowing in the sunlight.
When $j_they spots you both, $j_they straightens up but maintains that signature scowl of his. $j_Their default expression, especially around people.
"Chelsea," $j_they greets with a curt nod, $j_their voice carrying that familiar grumpy undertone that makes you want to roll your eyes. For an artist who creates such beautiful things, $j_they sure can make a simple greeting sound like a complaint.
"Ekissa," Chelsea returns, equally brief and equally curt. Turning her attention to you, she drops the bomb. "I heard rumor circulating, saying you're dating $namel. It's been a week. I thought it was just to ‘joke' around but they're getting more and more convinced that it's the case. I thought you'd want to know."
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*[[Your head whip to her direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!" |Chap2CMOMC6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMC7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking back to Chelsea. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMC8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You hum. "Do you believe these rumors? Because it's not true."|Chap2CMOMC9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMC10]]
*[["Are we?" you grin, wiggling your brows. But at her deadpan look, you sigh dramatically. "We're not if you were wondering."|Chap2CMOMC11]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>The word comes out more like a squeak than actual speech, your voice pitched higher than usual from shock.
Ekissa's eyebrows shoot up at your reaction, a knowing smirk slowly spreading across $j_their face as $j_they watches you flounder. The traitor.
"I– That's not– We're not–" you stammer, feeling the blush spread down your neck. Your hands flutter uselessly as you try to form a coherent sentence, but your brain seems to have short-circuited at the suggestion, at the mere thought.
Chelsea adjusts her glasses, the gesture not quite hiding the amused glint in her eyes. "Well, with how much time you two spend together, and the way $l_they's always hanging around your desk..."
"$l_They's just being $namel! And it's been a month we didn't hang out," you protest weakly, but even to your own ears, it sounds unconvincing.
Your mind unhelpfully supplies images of all those little moments—$l_their playful winks, the casual touches, the way $l_they always seems to find excuses to be near you.
"Mhm," Ekissa hums skeptically, pushing $j_themself off $j_their car. "That's why you're turning into a tomato right now."
You shoot $j_them a betrayed look, but it only makes $j_them snicker.
"It's not like that," you mutter, crossing your arms and willing your face to cool down. But the damage is done.
Now you can't stop thinking about $namel, about the rumors, about what people must be saying. <<if $LL >= 7>>And worse, you can't quite convince yourself that the idea is entirely unwelcome.<</if>>
Chelsea exchanges a knowing look with Ekissa, and you just know you're never going to hear the end of this.
"We gotta go," you hurry to open the car door and almost jump in, slamming the door closed.
Ekissa hisses, approaching the car to stroke the hood as if you've just hurt a living being. "Careful with my babe."
"Running away, I see," Chelsea murmurs much for herself than anything else. She glances at Ekissa with a short nod. "I'll be going then, have a nice evening."
"Yeah, you too," Ekissa nods, circling $j_their car to get in while Chelsea waves at you before disappearing to her own car.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>You watch as Chelsea's perfectly shaped eyebrows shoot up, clearly not expecting the nonchalant response.
Ekissa makes a sound that's somewhere between a scoff and a choke, $j_their usual scowl deepening.
"You're seriously okay with this?" $j_they asks, $j_their white hair catching the golden rays of the setting sun as $j_they shifts $j_their weight.
You shrug, the smirk still playing on your lips. Truth be told, the idea of being linked to $namel doesn't bother you at all. If anything, it's almost... exciting. The way $l_their gray eyes light up when $l_they teases you, that dimple that appears on $l_their left cheek when $l_they genuinely smiles... Yeah, you can definitely see why people might think there's something there. You won't be the one contradict them about you and $namel dating.
"Listen," Chelsea interjects, her professional demeanor cracking slightly to reveal genuine concern. "Office rumors can be... complicated. Especially when they involve the CEO."
<<if $LL >= 7>>But you can't help the little thrill that runs through you. Maybe it's the way $namel looks at you when $l_they thinks no one's watching, or how $j_their playful flirting always seems to have an undertone of something more. Well, it's been a while $j_they didn't do that kind of things since… that therapist thing, but whatever it is, these rumors? They're the least of your worries. They're not even worrying one bit for you.
<</if>>"Let them talk," you say, your confidence unwavering. <<if $LL >= 7>><<set $dateothers to "yes">>After all, sometimes rumors have a way of becoming reality, don't they?<<else>>Though, you don't truthfully know if it's a good thing or not.<</if>>
Chelsea raises a brow, and after a moment of silence, she sighs. "Don't tell me I didn't warn you."
"Mh," you shrug with a smile as you approach the car door. "Tomorrow?"
"Yes, have a good evening," she nods, her features softening as she turns on her heels and disappears into her own car nearby.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>$j_Their gaze meets yours for a split second, and something flickers in those dark eyes of $j_their before $j_they looks away, pretending to be more interested in a passing car.
Chelsea raises an eyebrow, gaze bouncing from one to another, her stern expression softening just a fraction.
"I see," she says, adjusting her glasses. "Well, I thought you should know. These things can get... complicated in a workplace setting. But if you say you don't have that kind of relationship with $namel, then I believe you."
"Thanks for letting me know," you reply, shuffling closer to where Ekissa stands. $j_Their presence, despite $j_their perpetual grumpiness, Ekissa always feels comforting and familiar.
"If that's all," Ekissa cuts in, $j_their voice carrying that signature edge, "we should get going. Some of us have actual work to do."
If eating and sleeping is what Ekissa call work, then yeah, you two got a lot of work to do.
Despite $j_their harsh tone, $j_their hand briefly brushes against your arm in an attempt to comfort you, probably thinking of your answer a discomfort instead of whatever you're feeling right now. A subtle gesture that doesn't go unnoticed by Chelsea, whose lips quirk up ever so slightly.
You say your goodbyes to Chelsea, and as you slide into the passenger seat of Ekissa's car, you can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a hint of jealousy in $j_their reaction to those rumors about you and $namel. But again, that'd be delusional of you to think your best friend would see you as something else than just friends.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>>Chelsea's lips twitch, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Of course not. But as HR director, it's my job to be aware of... situations that could affect workplace dynamics."
Ekissa lets out a snort from beside you as $j_they circle $j_their car to get in, $j_their fingers drumming against the steering wheel.
"Workplace dynamics," $j_they echoes with a scoff, though there's no real heat behind it.
"Look," you start, straightening up slightly, "I appreciate the heads up, but people are going to talk no matter what. $namel's just... $namel." You wave your hand dismissively, thinking of all the times $l_they's playfully flirted with you in front of others. "$l_They's like that with everyone."
Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps. But not everyone responds to $l_their flirting quite like you do."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask, but Chelsea's already turning away, her heels clicking against the pavement as she heads back toward the building.
"It means you enable $l_them," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, starting the car as you open the car door. "Both of you are like kids in a playground pulling each other's pigtails."
You shoot $j_them a look. "Says the guy who can't even say 'good morning' without sounding like someone stole $j_their coffee."
"That's different," $j_they protests, but there's a slight uptick to $j_their lips that betrays $j_their amusement. "And hey, at least I'm consistent."<<else>>"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask with a frown, but Chelsea's already turning away, her heels clicking against the pavement as she heads back toward the building.
"It means you enable $l_them," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, starting the car as you open the car door.
"When did I?"
"By answering too seriously to $l_their flirting," your best friend snorts. "$l_They's flirting and you're here, telling $l_them $l_their flirting could use some work."
"It was one time and it's been a month $l_them and I didn't hang out," you point out.
"Doesn't change the fact that you're way too serious sometimes."
You shoot $j_them a look. "Says the guy who can't even say 'good morning' without sounding like someone stole $j_their coffee."
"That's different," $j_they protests, but there's a slight uptick to $j_their lips that betrays $j_their amusement. "And hey, at least I'm consistent."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>>They gasp dramatically, free hand flying to their chest. "See? That's why you're my bestie, you understand me."
"God, your bestie? We're already this close?" you laugh. "You know what the others will say now? 'They're in it together', that's what they'll say."
"Let them talk," they wave off with a huff. "Besides, no offense but I need higher up friends than you to really make it in this company."
"Wow."
"Sorry," they chuckle, patting your arm. "But that's just how it is. I'll still be your friend even when I'm finally at a higher position than you, pinky promise."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"My heart is warmed," you deadpan. "Do you want me to bow to you now or later?"<<else>>Another chuckle bubbles out your chest. "Do you want me to bow to you now or later?"<</if>>
"Both," they grin.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>You snort. "Keep dreaming. Anyway what about that gossip?"<<else>>"I'll think about it," you hum before tilting your head. "Anyway what about that gossip?"<</if>>
Their hazel eyes gleam with that particular sparkle that tells you they're sitting on some particularly juicy gossip. As you both head toward the parking lot, Maxime leans in closer, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I saw <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth earlier," they sing-song, wiggling their perfectly shaped eyebrows. "$l_They looked... different. Like, good different. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
<<if $LL >= 8>>Their knowing look makes heat rise to your body as you remember your earlier conversation with $namel in $l_their office. Maxime's grin grows wider at your reaction, and you just know they're not going to let this go easily.<<else>>You hum noncommittally. Looks like your talk with $namel helped $l_them feeling better than the kicked puppy-like behavior $l_they had for a month. Maxime's grin grows wider.<</if>>
"I knew it!" they exclaim, practically vibrating with excitement. "Something happened, didn't it? Come on, you have to tell me everything. This is why I need you to drive me home, we need time for all the details!"
"Actually..." you start, trying to suppress your smile at their enthusiasm, "Ekissa's the one picking me up today."
Maxime's eyes widen comically. "The grumpy artist? Oh, even better! I've been dying to meet $j_them properly."
"You already met $j_them," you point out.
They shrug. "Key word on <i>properly</i>."
Before you can warn them about Ekissa's... particular personality, they're already dragging you deeper in the parking lot. You spot Ekissa's car easily—it's hard to miss with the music echoing and muffled by the closed windows.
Ekissa's sitting in the driver's seat, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel while the other holds $j_their phone. $j_Their white curls are a mess, probably from running $j_their hands through them while working on $j_their latest piece, and there's a smudge of blue paint on $j_their neck that $j_they hasn't noticed.
When you tap on the window, $j_they looks up, $j_their black eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of Maxime practically glued to your arm. $j_They's thinking so loud, you can hear the ‘what the fuck are they doing here?' You give $j_them an apologetic smile as you open the back door for Maxime to get in before Ekissa can think of driving off as $j_they lower the volume of the music.
"Hey, we're giving Maxime a ride home," you announce, watching as Ekissa's expression shifts from mild annoyance to barely concealed exasperation. "Their car broke down."
"I promise I won't be a bother!" Maxime chirps, sliding into the backseat before Ekissa can protest. "And I have the most interesting gossip about what happened in the office today..."
Ekissa catches your eye in the rearview mirror, $j_their look clearly saying 'you owe me for this' as you settle into the passenger seat.
"I don't do gossip," Ekissa states flatly, pulling out of the parking spot. $j_Their fingers drum against the steering wheel in a rhythm that probably matches whatever song $j_they was listening to earlier.
Maxime leans forward between the front seats, their fake glasses glinting under the late afternoon sun. "Not even if it's about your best friend and a certain CEO?"
<<if $LL >= 6>>You whip your head toward them with a warning look. "Maxime."<<else>>You sigh with a shake of your head.<</if>>
"What?" They grin, completely unrepentant. "I'm just saying, <<if $genderrol == "woman">>Mrs<<else>>Mr<</if>>. Melth has been in an unusually good mood today. Even Chelsea noticed, and she notices everything."
Ekissa snorts, taking a left turn perhaps a bit sharper than necessary. "$namel's always in a good mood. The $l_man's like a golden retriever on steroids."
<<if $LL >= 6>>"Not like this," Maxime sing-songs, settling back in their seat. "$j_They was actually humming. Humming! In the middle of a budget meeting!"
"Oh my god," you groan, sinking lower in your seat. You can feel Ekissa's questioning glance, but you steadfastly keep your eyes on the road ahead.
"And," Maxime continues, clearly enjoying themselves, "he kept checking $j_their phone and smiling. You know that smile people get when they're texting someone special?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Maxime, shut the fuck up."
"Getting shy?"
You turn your head to narrow your eyes at Maxime. "Wanna try me right now?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<<else>>"Maxime, can you stop?" you sigh good-naturedly. "It's no news I'm irresistible."
That earns a snort from Ekissa at your humble statement.
"Irresistible, right," Maxime rolls their eyes.
"Jealous much?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<</if>><<else>>Maxime's expression turn into sulking pout at breaking whatever fantasies they were having in their head about you and $namel. "Well… yeah, that's true but–"<</if>>
"Address," Ekissa cuts in abruptly, though you can see the corner of $j_their mouth twitching. "Unless you want me to drive around the city all evening."
"Oh! Right, sorry. It's on Valley Street, the apartment complex with the blue awnings. But seriously, something happened, right? Because <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth usually–"
"We just had a talk," you finally answer before they start annoying Ekissa more than $j_they probably already is.
"A talk?"
"Mh."
"Did you know a rumor about you and $namel dating are circulating?" Maxime drops the bomb with a curious look your way. "Been a week already."
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*[[Your head whip to their direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!"|Chap2CMOMM6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMM7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking ahead. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMM8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You lean against the back of your seat. "Do you always believe every rumor?"|Chap2CMOMM9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMM10]]
*[["Ahh, Maxime," you sigh fondly. "What am I gonna do with you."|Chap2CMOMM11]]Maxime pouts in the rearview mirror, their excitement deflating like a balloon. "You're no fun. I was hoping for some juicy details."
"Sorry to disappoint," you say dryly, watching the buildings blur past your window. "But office gossip isn't exactly reliable."
Ekissa lets out a laugh, a rare sound that fills the car. There's no mirth in it, tho. "You'd think people would have better things to do than make up stories about who's dating who."
"But it's so boring otherwise!" Maxime protests, their fake glasses sliding down their nose as they lean forward again. "And you have to admit, you two would make—"
"Valley Street," Ekissa interrupts smoothly, turning onto the mentioned road. "Blue awnings, right?"
"Yeah," Maxime sighs, finally dropping the subject. "Just up ahead on the right."
The conversation shifts to safer topics, but you can't help but wonder how that rumor started in the first place. Not that it matters - you and $namel are just... well, whatever you are. Friends? Neighbors? You don't know, it's been difficult to decipher after this month of distance. You're definitely not more than that. You push the thought aside as Ekissa pulls up to the curb.
As Ekissa pulls up to the curb, you can't help but think about how quickly rumors spread in the office. You make a mental note to be more careful about your lunch breaks with $namel, not because there's anything to hide, but because office gossip is the last thing you need right now.
Ekissa smoothly parks in front of Maxime's modern apartment building, the engine humming quietly. "Here's your stop, gossip central."
"Thanks for the ride!" Maxime chirps, gathering their designer bag. They pause halfway out of the car, poking their head back in with a mischievous grin. "But just so you know, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>.. Melth's been smiling a lot more today. Just saying~"
"Bye, Maxime," you wave them off, trying not to roll your eyes at their persistence.
"Text me when you get those design proposals done!" They call out, shutting the door with a solid thunk.
Ekissa waits until Maxime disappears through the building's glass doors before pulling away from the curb. The radio fills the comfortable silence, some indie song playing softly in the background.
"I swear," Ekissa mutters, merging back into traffic, "that one's gonna start writing fanfiction about the office next."
You snort. "They're too busy with plans of how to become Design Director to write fanfiction."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>>Maxime perks up at your non-answer, their perfectly manicured nails tapping against their knee. "That's not a denial~"
Ekissa lets out an exasperated breath, turning into Valley Street. "You're worse than those gossipy aunties at the farmer's market."
"I prefer the term 'well-informed individual,'" Maxime sniffs, but their playful smile gives them away. "Besides, can you blame people for talking? <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth hasn't been this... chipper since forever."
You shake your head, watching the buildings pass by. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the street, making the blue awnings Maxime mentioned look almost purple. "You know, some people are just friends. Revolutionary concept, I know."
"Boring concept," Maxime corrects, then points excitedly. "Oh! That's my building, right there."
As Ekissa pulls up to the curb, you can't help but think about how quickly rumors spread in the office. You make a mental note to be more careful about your lunch breaks with $namel, not because there's anything to hide, but because office gossip is the last thing you need right now.
Ekissa smoothly parks in front of Maxime's modern apartment building, the engine humming quietly. "Here's your stop, gossip central."
"Thanks for the ride!" Maxime chirps, gathering their designer bag. They pause halfway out of the car, poking their head back in with a mischievous grin. "But just so you know, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>.. Melth's been smiling a lot more today. Just saying~"
"Bye, Maxime," you wave them off, trying not to roll your eyes at their persistence.
"Text me when you get those design proposals done!" They call out, shutting the door with a solid thunk.
Ekissa waits until Maxime disappears through the building's glass doors before pulling away from the curb. The radio fills the comfortable silence, some indie song playing softly in the background.
"I swear," Ekissa mutters, merging back into traffic, "that one's gonna start writing fanfiction about the office next."
You snort. "They're too busy with plans of how to become Design Director to write fanfiction."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>>Maxime huffs. "You don't mean it. I'm a delight."
"A delight who uses everyone as stepping stones," you point out with a small smile. "Mh, you're right, a real delight."
"Not everyone," they protest with a pout. "Just…" they searches for a moment before continuing. "Just not everyone. And definitely not you, you're my favorite person here."
"Because I drive you around?"
"Obviously," they deadpan before breaking into laughter. "That, and you're actually fun to be around. Now come on, I have to tell you about this new gossip."
You sigh, humoring them. "What gossip?"
Their hazel eyes gleam with that particular sparkle that tells you they're sitting on some particularly juicy gossip. As you both head toward the parking lot, Maxime leans in closer, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I saw <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth earlier," they sing-song, wiggling their perfectly shaped eyebrows. "$l_They looked... different. Like, good different. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
<<if $LL >= 8>>Their knowing look makes heat rise to your body as you remember your earlier conversation with $namel in $j_their office. Maxime's grin grows wider at your reaction, and you just know they're not going to let this go easily.<<else>>You hum noncommittally. Looks like your talk with $namel helped $j_them feeling better than the kicked puppy-like behavior $j_they had for a month. Maxime's grin grows wider.<</if>>
"I knew it!" they exclaim, practically vibrating with excitement. "Something happened, didn't it? Come on, you have to tell me everything. This is why I need you to drive me home, we need time for all the details!"
"Actually..." you start, trying to suppress your smile at their enthusiasm, "Ekissa's the one picking me up today."
Maxime's eyes widen comically. "The grumpy artist? Oh, even better! I've been dying to meet $j_them properly."
"You already met $j_them," you point out.
They shrug. "Key word on <i>properly</i>."
Before you can warn them about Ekissa's... particular personality, they're already dragging you deeper in the parking lot. You spot Ekissa's car easily—it's hard to miss with the music echoing and muffled by the closed windows.
Ekissa's sitting in the driver's seat, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel while the other holds $j_their phone. $j_Their white curls are a mess, probably from running $j_their hands through them while working on $j_their latest piece, and there's a smudge of blue paint on $j_their neck that $j_they hasn't noticed.
When you tap on the window, $j_they looks up, $j_their black eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of Maxime practically glued to your arm. $j_They's thinking so loud, you can hear the ‘what the fuck are they doing here?' You give $j_them an apologetic smile as you open the back door for Maxime to get in before Ekissa can think of driving off as $j_they lower the volume of the music.
"Hey, we're giving Maxime a ride home," you announce, watching as Ekissa's expression shifts from mild annoyance to barely concealed exasperation. "Their car broke down."
"I promise I won't be a bother!" Maxime chirps, sliding into the backseat before Ekissa can protest. "And I have the most interesting gossip about what happened in the office today..."
Ekissa catches your eye in the rearview mirror, $j_their look clearly saying 'you owe me for this' as you settle into the passenger seat.
"I don't do gossip," Ekissa states flatly, pulling out of the parking spot. $j_Their fingers drum against the steering wheel in a rhythm that probably matches whatever song $j_they was listening to earlier.
Maxime leans forward between the front seats, their fake glasses glinting under the late afternoon sun. "Not even if it's about your best friend and a certain CEO?"
<<if $LL >= 6>>You whip your head toward them with a warning look. "Maxime."<<else>>You sigh with a shake of your head.<</if>>
"What?" They grin, completely unrepentant. "I'm just saying, <<if $genderrol == "woman">>Mrs<<else>>Mr<</if>>. Melth has been in an unusually good mood today. Even Chelsea noticed, and she notices everything."
Ekissa snorts, taking a left turn perhaps a bit sharper than necessary. "$namel's always in a good mood. The $l_man's like a golden retriever on steroids."
<<if $LL >= 6>>"Not like this," Maxime sing-songs, settling back in their seat. "$j_They was actually humming. Humming! In the middle of a budget meeting!"
"Oh my god," you groan, sinking lower in your seat. You can feel Ekissa's questioning glance, but you steadfastly keep your eyes on the road ahead.
"And," Maxime continues, clearly enjoying themselves, "he kept checking $j_their phone and smiling. You know that smile people get when they're texting someone special?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Maxime, shut the fuck up."
"Getting shy?"
You turn your head to narrow your eyes at Maxime. "Wanna try me right now?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<<else>>"Maxime, can you stop?" you sigh good-naturedly. "It's no news I'm irresistible."
That earns a snort from Ekissa at your humble statement.
"Irresistible, right," Maxime rolls their eyes.
"Jealous much?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<</if>><<else>>Maxime's expression turn into sulking pout at breaking whatever fantasies they were having in their head about you and $namel. "Well… yeah, that's true but–"<</if>>
"Address," Ekissa cuts in abruptly, though you can see the corner of $j_their mouth twitching. "Unless you want me to drive around the city all evening."
"Oh! Right, sorry. It's on Valley Street, the apartment complex with the blue awnings. But seriously, something happened, right? Because <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth usually–"
"We just had a talk," you finally answer before they start annoying Ekissa more than $j_they probably already is.
"A talk?"
"Mh."
"Did you know a rumor about you and $namel dating are circulating?" Maxime drops the bomb with a curious look your way. "Been a week already."
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*[[Your head whip to their direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!"|Chap2CMOMM6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMM7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking ahead. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMM8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You lean against the back of your seat. "Do you always believe every rumor?"|Chap2CMOMM9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMM10]]
*[["Ahh, Maxime," you sigh fondly. "What am I gonna do with you."|Chap2CMOMM11]]Maxime's jaw drops at your words.
"I am nice!" they huff, dragging out the last word. "Just because I'm ambitious doesn't mean I'm manipulative, I just know when to pull strings." Pausing, they tilt their head, their coily hair brushing against their cheek. "Like right now, using emotional manipulation by reminding you we're friends."
"See what I mean?" you chuckle, shaking your head at their antics as they still cling to your arm.
"It's not manipulative if I tell you I'm doing it," they grin innocently, batting their eyelashes behind their fake black glasses. "C'mon, hear me out! And if you're really nice to me, I'll even spill a gossip twice more interesting."
You narrow your eyes at them, trying to hide your amusement. "Using gossip as bribery now?"
"Is it working?" Maxime asks hopefully, their hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. They tug at your arm like an excited child.
"You're impossible," you sigh fondly, letting them drag you toward the parking lot. "Alright, gosh… Tell me about this gossip."
Their hazel eyes gleam with that particular sparkle that tells you they're sitting on some particularly juicy gossip. As you both head toward the parking lot, Maxime leans in closer, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I saw <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth earlier," they sing-song, wiggling their perfectly shaped eyebrows. "$l_They looked... different. Like, good different. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
<<if $LL >= 8>>Their knowing look makes heat rise to your body as you remember your earlier conversation with $namel in $j_their office. Maxime's grin grows wider at your reaction, and you just know they're not going to let this go easily.<<else>>You hum noncommittally. Looks like your talk with $namel helped $j_them feeling better than the kicked puppy-like behavior $j_they had for a month. Maxime's grin grows wider.<</if>>
"I knew it!" they exclaim, practically vibrating with excitement. "Something happened, didn't it? Come on, you have to tell me everything. This is why I need you to drive me home, we need time for all the details!"
"Actually..." you start, trying to suppress your smile at their enthusiasm, "Ekissa's the one picking me up today."
Maxime's eyes widen comically. "The grumpy artist? Oh, even better! I've been dying to meet $j_them properly."
"You already met $j_them," you point out.
They shrug. "Key word on <i>properly</i>."
Before you can warn them about Ekissa's... particular personality, they're already dragging you deeper in the parking lot. You spot Ekissa's car easily—it's hard to miss with the music echoing and muffled by the closed windows.
Ekissa's sitting in the driver's seat, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel while the other holds $j_their phone. $j_Their white curls are a mess, probably from running $j_their hands through them while working on $j_their latest piece, and there's a smudge of blue paint on $j_their neck that $j_they hasn't noticed.
When you tap on the window, $j_they looks up, $j_their black eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of Maxime practically glued to your arm. $j_They's thinking so loud, you can hear the ‘what the fuck are they doing here?' You give $j_them an apologetic smile as you open the back door for Maxime to get in before Ekissa can think of driving off as $j_they lower the volume of the music.
"Hey, we're giving Maxime a ride home," you announce, watching as Ekissa's expression shifts from mild annoyance to barely concealed exasperation. "Their car broke down."
"I promise I won't be a bother!" Maxime chirps, sliding into the backseat before Ekissa can protest. "And I have the most interesting gossip about what happened in the office today..."
Ekissa catches your eye in the rearview mirror, $j_their look clearly saying 'you owe me for this' as you settle into the passenger seat.
"I don't do gossip," Ekissa states flatly, pulling out of the parking spot. $j_Their fingers drum against the steering wheel in a rhythm that probably matches whatever song $j_they was listening to earlier.
Maxime leans forward between the front seats, their fake glasses glinting under the late afternoon sun. "Not even if it's about your best friend and a certain CEO?"
<<if $LL >= 6>>You whip your head toward them with a warning look. "Maxime."<<else>>You sigh with a shake of your head.<</if>>
"What?" They grin, completely unrepentant. "I'm just saying, <<if $genderrol == "woman">>Mrs<<else>>Mr<</if>>. Melth has been in an unusually good mood today. Even Chelsea noticed, and she notices everything."
Ekissa snorts, taking a left turn perhaps a bit sharper than necessary. "$namel's always in a good mood. The $l_man's like a golden retriever on steroids."
<<if $LL >= 6>>"Not like this," Maxime sing-songs, settling back in their seat. "$j_They was actually humming. Humming! In the middle of a budget meeting!"
"Oh my god," you groan, sinking lower in your seat. You can feel Ekissa's questioning glance, but you steadfastly keep your eyes on the road ahead.
"And," Maxime continues, clearly enjoying themselves, "he kept checking $j_their phone and smiling. You know that smile people get when they're texting someone special?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Maxime, shut the fuck up."
"Getting shy?"
You turn your head to narrow your eyes at Maxime. "Wanna try me right now?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<<else>>"Maxime, can you stop?" you sigh good-naturedly. "It's no news I'm irresistible."
That earns a snort from Ekissa at your humble statement.
"Irresistible, right," Maxime rolls their eyes.
"Jealous much?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<</if>><<else>>Maxime's expression turn into sulking pout at breaking whatever fantasies they were having in their head about you and $namel. "Well… yeah, that's true but–"<</if>>
"Address," Ekissa cuts in abruptly, though you can see the corner of $j_their mouth twitching. "Unless you want me to drive around the city all evening."
"Oh! Right, sorry. It's on Valley Street, the apartment complex with the blue awnings. But seriously, something happened, right? Because <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth usually–"
"We just had a talk," you finally answer before they start annoying Ekissa more than $j_they probably already is.
"A talk?"
"Mh."
"Did you know a rumor about you and $namel dating are circulating?" Maxime drops the bomb with a curious look your way. "Been a week already."
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*[[Your head whip to their direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!"|Chap2CMOMM6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMM7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking ahead. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMM8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You lean against the back of your seat. "Do you always believe every rumor?"|Chap2CMOMM9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMM10]]
*[["Ahh, Maxime," you sigh fondly. "What am I gonna do with you."|Chap2CMOMM11]]Maxime gasps dramatically, their free hand flying to their chest as they give you an exaggerated wounded look. Their fake glasses nearly slip off their nose at the sudden movement.
"After all the tea I've shared with you? All the gossips I've told you? All the designs I showed you? All the breaks we spent together?" Their bottom lip quivers in an obviously fake pout. "And here I thought we had something special."
You can't help but snort at their theatrics. It's true that ever since you started working here, Maxime has been the one sharing all the office drama with you, sharing their works, and sharing whatever they felt like sharing. You're pretty sure they have eyes and ears everywhere in the building. That could be scary but it's weirdly not. Not when you're actually their friend.
You hope to <i>never</i> be on their bad side, though. <i>That</i> could be scary.
"Besides," they continue, readjusting their grip on your arm as you both walk through the parking lot, "you're literally the only one who doesn't judge me for my... ambitious nature."
They wrinkle their nose at the last words, probably remembering all the times people called them worse things behind their back.
"That's because I know you're not as bad as people make you out to be," you point out with a shrug. "You're just... focused."
"Focused!" Maxime brightens considerably. "Yes, that's the word. See? This is why we're friends. You get me."
"You're impossible," you sigh fondly, letting them drag you. "C'mon spill about this gossip."
Their hazel eyes gleam with that particular sparkle that tells you they're sitting on some particularly juicy gossip. As you both head toward the parking lot, Maxime leans in closer, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I saw <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth earlier," they sing-song, wiggling their perfectly shaped eyebrows. "$l_They looked... different. Like, good different. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
<<if $LL >= 8>>Their knowing look makes heat rise to your body as you remember your earlier conversation with $namel in $j_their office. Maxime's grin grows wider at your reaction, and you just know they're not going to let this go easily.<<else>>You hum noncommittally. Looks like your talk with $namel helped $l_them feeling better than the kicked puppy-like behavior $l_they had for a month. Maxime's grin grows wider.<</if>>
"I knew it!" they exclaim, practically vibrating with excitement. "Something happened, didn't it? Come on, you have to tell me everything. This is why I need you to drive me home, we need time for all the details!"
"Actually..." you start, trying to suppress your smile at their enthusiasm, "Ekissa's the one picking me up today."
Maxime's eyes widen comically. "The grumpy artist? Oh, even better! I've been dying to meet $j_them properly."
"You already met $j_them," you point out.
They shrug. "Key word on <i>properly</i>."
Before you can warn them about Ekissa's... particular personality, they're already dragging you deeper in the parking lot. You spot Ekissa's car easily—it's hard to miss with the music echoing and muffled by the closed windows.
Ekissa's sitting in the driver's seat, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel while the other holds $j_their phone. $j_Their white curls are a mess, probably from running $j_their hands through them while working on $j_their latest piece, and there's a smudge of blue paint on $j_their neck that $j_they hasn't noticed.
When you tap on the window, $j_they looks up, $j_their black eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of Maxime practically glued to your arm. $j_They's thinking so loud, you can hear the ‘what the fuck are they doing here?' You give $j_them an apologetic smile as you open the back door for Maxime to get in before Ekissa can think of driving off as $j_they lower the volume of the music.
"Hey, we're giving Maxime a ride home," you announce, watching as Ekissa's expression shifts from mild annoyance to barely concealed exasperation. "Their car broke down."
"I promise I won't be a bother!" Maxime chirps, sliding into the backseat before Ekissa can protest. "And I have the most interesting gossip about what happened in the office today..."
Ekissa catches your eye in the rearview mirror, $j_their look clearly saying 'you owe me for this' as you settle into the passenger seat.
"I don't do gossip," Ekissa states flatly, pulling out of the parking spot. $j_Their fingers drum against the steering wheel in a rhythm that probably matches whatever song $j_they was listening to earlier.
Maxime leans forward between the front seats, their fake glasses glinting under the late afternoon sun. "Not even if it's about your best friend and a certain CEO?"
<<if $LL >= 6>>You whip your head toward them with a warning look. "Maxime."<<else>>You sigh with a shake of your head.<</if>>
"What?" They grin, completely unrepentant. "I'm just saying, <<if $genderrol == "woman">>Mrs<<else>>Mr<</if>>. Melth has been in an unusually good mood today. Even Chelsea noticed, and she notices everything."
Ekissa snorts, taking a left turn perhaps a bit sharper than necessary. "$namel's always in a good mood. The $l_man's like a golden retriever on steroids."
<<if $LL >= 6>>"Not like this," Maxime sing-songs, settling back in their seat. "$j_They was actually humming. Humming! In the middle of a budget meeting!"
"Oh my god," you groan, sinking lower in your seat. You can feel Ekissa's questioning glance, but you steadfastly keep your eyes on the road ahead.
"And," Maxime continues, clearly enjoying themselves, "he kept checking $j_their phone and smiling. You know that smile people get when they're texting someone special?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Maxime, shut the fuck up."
"Getting shy?"
You turn your head to narrow your eyes at Maxime. "Wanna try me right now?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<<else>>"Maxime, can you stop?" you sigh good-naturedly. "It's no news I'm irresistible."
That earns a snort from Ekissa at your humble statement.
"Irresistible, right," Maxime rolls their eyes.
"Jealous much?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<</if>><<else>>Maxime's expression turn into sulking pout at breaking whatever fantasies they were having in their head about you and $namel. "Well… yeah, that's true but–"<</if>>
"Address," Ekissa cuts in abruptly, though you can see the corner of $j_their mouth twitching. "Unless you want me to drive around the city all evening."
"Oh! Right, sorry. It's on Valley Street, the apartment complex with the blue awnings. But seriously, something happened, right? Because <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth usually–"
"We just had a talk," you finally answer before they start annoying Ekissa more than $j_they probably already is.
"A talk?"
"Mh."
"Did you know a rumor about you and $namel dating are circulating?" Maxime drops the bomb with a curious look your way. "Been a week already."
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*[[Your head whip to their direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!"|Chap2CMOMM6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMM7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking ahead. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMM8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You lean against the back of your seat. "Do you always believe every rumor?"|Chap2CMOMM9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMM10]]
*[["Ahh, Maxime," you sigh fondly. "What am I gonna do with you."|Chap2CMOMM11]]"Exactly!" Their face brightens even more, if that's possible. Maxime leads you to the parking lot, their heels clicking against the cement floor. "That's exactly why you're literally perfect. You get it."
"Mh," you hum noncommittally.
"Now, about that tea..." they trail off, wiggling their shaped eyebrows at you.
"You're worse than a gossip magazine," you sigh fondly. "Didn't know there could be worse than $namel."
"Excuse you, I am THE gossip magazine," Maxime corrects, adjusting their fake glasses again. "And trust me, what I heard today is worth writing an entire book about."
You glance at them briefly, noting the way they're practically vibrating with excitement. Their dark hands are clasped together, and you just know they're dying to spill whatever information they managed to gather today.
"Alright, alright," you cave in, already knowing they won't last another second. "What's the tea?"
Their hazel eyes gleam with that particular sparkle that tells you they're sitting on some particularly juicy gossip. As you both head toward the parking lot, Maxime leans in closer, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I saw <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth earlier," they sing-song, wiggling their perfectly shaped eyebrows. "$l_They looked... different. Like, good different. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
<<if $LL >= 8>>Their knowing look makes heat rise to your body as you remember your earlier conversation with $namel in $j_their office. Maxime's grin grows wider at your reaction, and you just know they're not going to let this go easily.<<else>>You hum noncommittally. Looks like your talk with $namel helped $j_them feeling better than the kicked puppy-like behavior $j_they had for a month. Maxime's grin grows wider.<</if>>
"I knew it!" they exclaim, practically vibrating with excitement. "Something happened, didn't it? Come on, you have to tell me everything. This is why I need you to drive me home, we need time for all the details!"
"Actually..." you start, trying to suppress your smile at their enthusiasm, "Ekissa's the one picking me up today."
Maxime's eyes widen comically. "The grumpy artist? Oh, even better! I've been dying to meet $j_them properly."
"You already met $j_them," you point out.
They shrug. "Key word on <i>properly</i>."
Before you can warn them about Ekissa's... particular personality, they're already dragging you deeper in the parking lot. You spot Ekissa's car easily—it's hard to miss with the music echoing and muffled by the closed windows.
Ekissa's sitting in the driver's seat, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel while the other holds $j_their phone. $j_Their white curls are a mess, probably from running $j_their hands through them while working on $j_their latest piece, and there's a smudge of blue paint on $j_their neck that $j_they hasn't noticed.
When you tap on the window, $j_they looks up, $j_their black eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of Maxime practically glued to your arm. $j_They's thinking so loud, you can hear the ‘what the fuck are they doing here?' You give $j_them an apologetic smile as you open the back door for Maxime to get in before Ekissa can think of driving off as $j_they lower the volume of the music.
"Hey, we're giving Maxime a ride home," you announce, watching as Ekissa's expression shifts from mild annoyance to barely concealed exasperation. "Their car broke down."
"I promise I won't be a bother!" Maxime chirps, sliding into the backseat before Ekissa can protest. "And I have the most interesting gossip about what happened in the office today..."
Ekissa catches your eye in the rearview mirror, $j_their look clearly saying 'you owe me for this' as you settle into the passenger seat.
"I don't do gossip," Ekissa states flatly, pulling out of the parking spot. $j_Their fingers drum against the steering wheel in a rhythm that probably matches whatever song $j_they was listening to earlier.
Maxime leans forward between the front seats, their fake glasses glinting under the late afternoon sun. "Not even if it's about your best friend and a certain CEO?"
<<if $LL >= 6>>You whip your head toward them with a warning look. "Maxime."<<else>>You sigh with a shake of your head.<</if>>
"What?" They grin, completely unrepentant. "I'm just saying, <<if $genderrol == "woman">>Mrs<<else>>Mr<</if>>. Melth has been in an unusually good mood today. Even Chelsea noticed, and she notices everything."
Ekissa snorts, taking a left turn perhaps a bit sharper than necessary. "$namel's always in a good mood. The $l_man's like a golden retriever on steroids."
<<if $LL >= 6>>"Not like this," Maxime sing-songs, settling back in their seat. "$j_They was actually humming. Humming! In the middle of a budget meeting!"
"Oh my god," you groan, sinking lower in your seat. You can feel Ekissa's questioning glance, but you steadfastly keep your eyes on the road ahead.
"And," Maxime continues, clearly enjoying themselves, "he kept checking $j_their phone and smiling. You know that smile people get when they're texting someone special?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Maxime, shut the fuck up."
"Getting shy?"
You turn your head to narrow your eyes at Maxime. "Wanna try me right now?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<<else>>"Maxime, can you stop?" you sigh good-naturedly. "It's no news I'm irresistible."
That earns a snort from Ekissa at your humble statement.
"Irresistible, right," Maxime rolls their eyes.
"Jealous much?"
Maxime's smile brightens. "Nope."<</if>><<else>>Maxime's expression turn into sulking pout at breaking whatever fantasies they were having in their head about you and $namel. "Well… yeah, that's true but–"<</if>>
"Address," Ekissa cuts in abruptly, though you can see the corner of $j_their mouth twitching. "Unless you want me to drive around the city all evening."
"Oh! Right, sorry. It's on Valley Street, the apartment complex with the blue awnings. But seriously, something happened, right? Because <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth usually–"
"We just had a talk," you finally answer before they start annoying Ekissa more than $j_they probably already is.
"A talk?"
"Mh."
"Did you know a rumor about you and $namel dating are circulating?" Maxime drops the bomb with a curious look your way. "Been a week already."
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*[[Your head whip to their direction with wide eyes, face flushing. "What?!"|Chap2CMOMM6]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Yeah?" you ask with a smirk, not minding the rumor one bit.|Chap2CMOMM7]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You frown, glancing at Ekissa to see a reaction before looking ahead. You'd rather have this kind of rumor with you and Ekissa. "Well, we're not dating."|Chap2CMOMM8]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You lean against the back of your seat. "Do you always believe every rumor?"|Chap2CMOMM9]]
*[["We're not," you snort.|Chap2CMOMM10]]
*[["Ahh, Maxime," you sigh fondly. "What am I gonna do with you."|Chap2CMOMM11]]<<set $LL to $LL + 1>>Even Ekissa glances at you, $j_their eyebrows raised with barely concealed amusement. The traitor.
"How– When– Who even started that rumor?" you sputter, mentally going through every interaction you've had with $namel at work. Sure, there might have been some... moments, but you thought it was just casual, nothing to make a rumor out of it.
Maxime leans forward again, clearly delighted by your flustered state. "Oh, you know how it is. People notice things. Like how <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>. Melth always seems to find a reason to stop by your desk, or how you two disappeared into $l_their office for quite some time today..."
"That was not for what you think!" you protest weakly, even as your cheeks grow impossibly warmer. "And we were just talking about something. How do you even know that? There was only me $namet and $namel."
"Mhm," they hum, not believing you for a second and not spilling their source. "And I suppose the way $l_they looks at you during meetings is strictly professional too?"
"The way $l_they–" you start, then catch yourself, earning a knowing laugh from both Maxime and Ekissa. "You're imagining things."
"Sure, sure," Maxime snorts.
As Ekissa pulls up to the curb, you can't help but think about how quickly rumors spread in the office. You make a mental note to be more careful about your lunch breaks with $namel, not because there's anything to hide, but because office gossip is the last thing you need right now.
Ekissa smoothly parks in front of Maxime's modern apartment building, the engine humming quietly. "Here's your stop, gossip central."
"Thanks for the ride!" Maxime chirps, gathering their designer bag. They pause halfway out of the car, poking their head back in with a mischievous grin. "But just so you know, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>.. Melth's been smiling a lot more today. Just saying~"
"Bye, Maxime," you wave them off, trying not to roll your eyes at their persistence.
"Text me when you get those design proposals done!" They call out, shutting the door with a solid thunk.
Ekissa waits until Maxime disappears through the building's glass doors before pulling away from the curb. The radio fills the comfortable silence, some indie song playing softly in the background.
"I swear," Ekissa mutters, merging back into traffic, "that one's gonna start writing fanfiction about the office next."
You snort. "They're too busy with plans of how to become Design Director to write fanfiction."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>Ekissa makes a choking sound beside you, nearly missing a stop sign. "You're not denying it?"
"Why should I?" you shrug, watching Maxime's reaction in the rearview mirror. Their perfectly manicured hands are clasped together in barely contained excitement.
"Oh my god, oh my god," they squeal, bouncing in their seat as if it was the gossip of the year. "So it IS true! I knew it! The way $l_they looked at you during the last meeting, and how $l_they always finds excuses to be close to you—"
"Keep bouncing like that and you'll break my car's suspension," Ekissa grumbles, a hint of irritation in $j_their voice at having to deal with a stranger. "And maybe warn people before dropping bombs like that? I nearly crashed."
"Drama queen," you tease $j_them, earning a side-eye.
Maxime leans forward again, their hazel eyes sparkling. "So... how long has this been going on? Is $l_they as charming as everyone says? Does $namet know? Oh! Is that why $namet has been even more broody lately?"
You can't help but laugh at their rapid-fire questions, especially when Ekissa mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "here we go" under $j_their breath.
As Ekissa pulls up to the curb, you can't help but think about how quickly rumors spread in the office. You make a mental note to be more careful about your lunch breaks with $namel, not because there's anything to hide, but because office gossip is the last thing you need right now.
Ekissa smoothly parks in front of Maxime's modern apartment building, the engine humming quietly. "Here's your stop, gossip central."
"Thanks for the ride!" Maxime chirps, gathering their designer bag. They pause halfway out of the car, poking their head back in with a mischievous grin. "But just so you know, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>.. Melth's been smiling a lot more today. Just saying~"
"Bye, Maxime," you wave them off, trying not to roll your eyes at their persistence.
"Text me when you get those design proposals done!" They call out, shutting the door with a solid thunk.
Ekissa waits until Maxime disappears through the building's glass doors before pulling away from the curb. The radio fills the comfortable silence, some indie song playing softly in the background.
"I swear," Ekissa mutters, merging back into traffic, "that one's gonna start writing fanfiction about the office next."
You snort. "They're too busy with plans of how to become Design Director to write fanfiction."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>Ekissa's grip on the steering wheel tightens slightly, $j_their dark eyes meeting yours briefly. There's something unreadable in $j_their expression, but before you can decipher it, $j_they's focused back on the road.
You don't need $j_them to say anything to know what $j_they's thinking. $j_They must take your reticence as you being uncomfortable. $j_They must think the question just makes you uncomfortable, but…
You see it, you see that $j_they's not trying to search past this. $j_They's not thinking that, yeah, maybe you don't like this question because you want the rumor to turn around you and $j_them.
Best <i>friend</i> forever, huh?
"People really have nothing better to do," $j_they mutters, turning onto another street. The late afternoon sun catches on $j_their white curls, creating a halo effect that contrasts sharply with $j_their current scowl.
Maxime leans forward again, their hazel eyes darting between you and Ekissa with newfound interest. "Oh? Is there perhaps mmmh... another story here?"
"None of your business," Ekissa cuts in smoothly, but there's an edge to $j_their voice that wasn't there before. "Your building's the next one on the right, yeah?"
You sink further into your seat, hyper-aware of the tension that's suddenly filled the car. You can feel Maxime's curious gaze burning into the back of your head, and you just know they're filing this interaction away for future reference.
The silence that follows is only broken by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional ping from Maxime's phone.
As Ekissa pulls up to the curb, you can't help but think about how quickly rumors spread in the office. You make a mental note to be more careful about your lunch breaks with $namel, not because there's anything to hide, but because office gossip is the last thing you need right now.
Ekissa smoothly parks in front of Maxime's modern apartment building, the engine humming quietly. "Here's your stop, gossip central."
"Thanks for the ride!" Maxime chirps, gathering their designer bag. They pause halfway out of the car, poking their head back in with a mischievous grin. "But just so you know, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>.. Melth's been smiling a lot more today. Just saying~"
"Bye, Maxime," you wave them off, trying not to roll your eyes at their persistence.
"Text me when you get those design proposals done!" They call out, shutting the door with a solid thunk.
Ekissa waits until Maxime disappears through the building's glass doors before pulling away from the curb. The radio fills the comfortable silence, some indie song playing softly in the background.
"I swear," Ekissa mutters, merging back into traffic, "that one's gonna start writing fanfiction about the office next."
You snort. "They're too busy with plans of how to become Design Director to write fanfiction."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>>Ekissa lets out a short laugh at your response, though $j_their eyes remain fixed on the road. "Finally, someone with common sense."
Maxime's reflection in the rearview mirror shows them pouting. "I mean, no, but... you gotta admit this one's interesting. The whole office is talking about it!"
"The whole office needs better hobbies," Ekissa mutters, $j_their fingers tapping an irritated rhythm against the steering wheel. "Like minding their own business."
"Says the $j_boy who spent three hours last week trying to figure out if Vailyn's new shoes were knock-offs," you tease, earning a scowl from your best friend.
"That was different," $j_they defends. "Those were clearly fake Louboutins, and I refuse to let that crime against fashion go unnoticed."
"You were just finding an excuse to piss them off."
"I'm not suicidal enough to try and piss Vailyn off."
Maxime leans forward again, their excitement undimmed. "But seriously, you two have been spending a lot of time together lately... You and $namel I mean."
"Because we're neighbors," you point out. "And friends. Novel concept, I know. And it's been a whole month since we hung out."
"Friends who—"
"Maxime," Ekissa cuts in, $j_their tone carrying a warning edge. "Drop it and shut it before I make you."
The receptionist finally settles back, though you can still see their grin in the mirror. "Fine, fine. But when the wedding invites go out, I better be on the guest list."
You roll your eyes, watching the city lights blur past the window. Office gossip, always the same, always wrong, and always entertaining for everyone except the people involved.
As Ekissa pulls up to the curb, you can't help but think about how quickly rumors spread in the office. You make a mental note to be more careful about your lunch breaks with $namel, not because there's anything to hide, but because office gossip is the last thing you need right now.
Ekissa smoothly parks in front of Maxime's modern apartment building, the engine humming quietly. "Here's your stop, gossip central."
"Thanks for the ride!" Maxime chirps, gathering their designer bag. They pause halfway out of the car, poking their head back in with a mischievous grin. "But just so you know, <<if $genderrol == "man">>Mr<<else>>Ms<</if>>.. Melth's been smiling a lot more today. Just saying~"
"Bye, Maxime," you wave them off, trying not to roll your eyes at their persistence.
"Text me when you get those design proposals done!" They call out, shutting the door with a solid thunk.
Ekissa waits until Maxime disappears through the building's glass doors before pulling away from the curb. The radio fills the comfortable silence, some indie song playing softly in the background.
"I swear," Ekissa mutters, merging back into traffic, "that one's gonna start writing fanfiction about the office next."
You snort. "They're too busy with plans of how to become Design Director to write fanfiction."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C212">><</button>>"Please," Athiel scoffs next to you. "She looked like she was about to burst a vein trying to be nice. She was itching to start another round."
"Mhm. And I guess the fact that she was forced to come here had nothing to do with her sudden... civility?" They raise an eyebrow, Vailyn's eyes stay on you, their fingers still playing with their curls.
"Well," you start, but Athiel cuts you off.
"Oh, it had everything to do with it," $a_they huffs, leaning against the wall. "She wouldn't have come here without dad pushing her to do it."
Vailyn makes a soft sound, somewhere between amusement and concern for you.
"Money does make people do the strangest things, doesn't it?" They step closer to you. "Though I hope you know that a forced apology isn't really an apology at all."
You hum. "Yeah, I know. But I'm good."
Vailyn's smile reappears as they reaches your arm to squeeze it gently. "Then I'm glad."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>Vailyn frowns slightly. "I hope you know that a forced apology isn't really an apology at all."
"Oh, I know," you wave your hand, still feeling pretty satisfied. "But seeing her actually having to apologize? Worth it."
Athiel says nothing as $a_their gaze shifts between you two before $a_they shrugs. "Still forced though."
"That makes it even sweeter," you retort with a smirk.
The model rolls $a_their eyes but doesn't contradict you as Vailyn smiles, their hand reaching out to squeeze your arm gently. "Well, as long as you're okay."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>"Some people," Vailyn says softly, their theatrical nature showing in the way they tilt their head, "are better appreciated from a distance. Preferably a very, very long distance."
"Yeah, like another country kind of distance," you hum in agreement with a slight smile.
"Hmm," they tap their chin thoughtfully, "I was thinking more like another planet, but I guess a country will have to do." Their warm eyes study your face. "You know, angel, if you ever need a break from all this..." they gesture vaguely, "I know some lovely places where certain blonde-haired menaces wouldn't dare to follow."
"Hey," Athiel protests with narrowed eyes, touching $a_their own mid-length, blonde hair. "Not everyone with blonde hair is the same."
"Not you, darling," Vailyn says dryly. "Though now that you mention it..."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>Vailyn's expression brightens and you feel like it was a bad move.
Soon enough, your face is buried between their breasts as you grimace while they embrace you tightly, cooing. "Aww, I always have your back, angel. Oh my god, you always say the sweetest things, I'll melt if you keep going."
"Vailyn, I can't breathe," you sputter, trying to push them away.
Vailyn plays deaf as they start ruffling your hair. "I'm just showing my undying love to my angel."
You jerk backward, finally getting away from their grasp. Athiel looks at you both with the same grimace you wear right now. "That's…"
"Cute? Lovely? Incredible? Breathtaking?" Vailyn suggests to the model, smiling at $a_them but their eyes dare Athiel to make a snarky comment.
The blondie huffs, looking away. "Not what I was thinking, no."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>"That bad, huh?" Vailyn's voice softens, their theatrical nature subdued as they watch you with concerned eyes.
"She looked constipated the whole time," Athiel comments, a grimace appearing on $a_their features. "Like every word of apology physically hurt her."
Vailyn's fingers find their way to their curls, twirling a strand absently. "Well, I guess forced apologies are better than no apologies at all. Though..." They give you a knowing look. "That doesn't mean you have to accept them."
You keep your nose scrunched, and Vailyn steps closer. "Want me to teach you some creative ways to tell someone to get lost? I've learned some in my travels."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You snort. As if you needed that. You already do a good job at scaring people when you want. Athiel might think the same because $a_they scoffs. "$m_They $m_dont need you for that, clearly."<<else>>You smirk, and before you can answer, you hear Athiel scoffs. "$name would probably charm their pants off and then make them leave by themselves with some good, placed words."<</if>>
Vailyn huffs a laugh, nodding in agreement. "True that."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>There's a pause at the other end of the line, and you can practically feel Thomas shifting in his seat. The silence stretches for a moment before his voice comes through, tinged with understanding.
"Ah, I see," he says softly, and you hear the familiar tap of his cane against the floor. "Is it– is it someone important?"
You lean against the wall, glancing back toward the living room where you know Vailyn is waiting. Their unexpected return after six months of traveling has thrown your carefully planned evening into disarray. Not that you really mind, you're glad they're back in town. It just… would've been nice to warn you so you could've prepared.
"Yeah," you breathe out, the guilt gnawing at your stomach. "They just showed up at my door, and I haven't seen them in months. I'm really sorry, Thomas. I know Therese probably prepared everything already..."
"Oh, don't worry about that," Thomas interrupts with a gentle chuckle, though you can detect a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Therese, she– well, she hasn't started cooking yet. Actually, she's been too busy reorganizing the entire kitchen to even think about dinner."
His attempt to lighten the mood makes you smile despite yourself. You can imagine Therese, hands on her hips, directing the renovation of their kitchen like a conductor leading an orchestra. You've never met her in person, but those brief chats during Thomas' calls paint a clear picture—she's definitely the one wearing the pants in their relationship.
"Still, I'm sorry for canceling last minute you wince, running fingers through your hair. "I'll make it up to you guys, promise."
"Don't worry about it $name, it's okay."
"Thanks, Thomas. You're the best, you know that?"
"So my wife keeps telling me," he laughs. "Now go on, we'll figure something out later."
You hear the familiar creaking of his armchair, followed by Therese's muffled voice in the background asking who's calling.
"It's $name," he tells her, his voice slightly distant as if he's turned away from the phone. There's more muffled conversation before he returns to you. "Therese says we can always reschedule. She's disappointed, of course, but she understands. We both do."
"Thanks, Thomas. I promise we'll have this dinner soon."
"Hopefully we will see you sooner rather than later," he replies with a laugh. "Now go on, we can sort out the details later."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>There's a pause on the other end of the line, and you can practically feel Thomas' disappointment seeping through the phone. The silence stretches for a moment, making you shift uncomfortably on your feet.
"Oh," Thomas finally says, his voice carrying that particular tone he uses when trying to mask his feelings. "I see. Everything alright, at least?"
You hear a rustling sound from his end, and hear the familiar tap of his cane against the floor as you nod even if he can't see. "Yes, I'm alright. Something came up, and I can't leave right now."
"Therese made her special casserole," he adds quietly, and your stomach twists knowing how much preparation must have gone into tonight's dinner.
The sound of Vailyn's laughter echoes from your living room, reminding you why you're making this call in the first place. Vailyn showing up after six months isn't something you can just brush aside, even if it means disappointing Thomas and Therese.
"I'm really sorry," you repeat, meaning every word. "I know we've been planning this for a while..."
You hear Thomas release a soft sigh, followed by the familiar creak of his armchair.
"Don't worry about it, $name. We can always reschedule, right?" His voice stays soft, even though you can still detect a hint of disappointment underneath.
"Of course," you agree.
He hums and with a sigh, he replies. "Then alright."
You hear the familiar creaking of his armchair, followed by Therese's muffled voice in the background asking who's calling.
"It's $name," he tells her, his voice slightly distant as if he's turned away from the phone. There's more muffled conversation before he returns to you. "Therese says we can always reschedule. She's disappointed, of course, but she understands. We both do."
"Thanks, Thomas. I promise we'll have this dinner soon."
"Hopefully we will see you sooner rather than later," he replies with a laugh. "Now go on, we can sort out the details later."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>There's a heavy pause on the other end of the line, followed by the familiar creaking sound of probably Thomas' old armchair his wife can't stop telling him he should throw it. You can almost picture him there, phone pressed against his ear, probably fiddling with his cane as he always does when deep in thought.
"Well..." Thomas starts, his voice carrying that particular tone he uses when trying to hide his disappointment. "Therese has been in the kitchen since this morning, you know how she gets when she's cooking for guests." He lets out a small chuckle, though it sounds a bit forced. "She's been experimenting with new spices for her casserole."
The guilt hits you harder at his words. You know how much Therese enjoys cooking for others, how she puts her whole heart into every dish she prepares. You've never met her, but with Thomas calling you often, you've talked to her briefly a few times, enough to know she's probably cooking too much only for a dinner with you.
The thought of her spending hours in the kitchen, probably humming to herself as she perfects her recipes, makes your stomach twist uncomfortably. You know Thomas isn't trying to guilt-trip you, it's not his type. The guilt is still here, though.
"I'm really sorry," you murmur, leaning against the wall. "I know we've been planning this for a while, and I hate canceling last minute like this."
"Don't worry, $name. That just means more for me," he tries to lighten up the mood. "Is everything alright at least?" Thomas asks, concern now evident in his voice. The sound of his cane tapping against the floor reaches your ears.
From your living room, you catch the distant sound of Vailyn's animated voice, reminding you exactly why you're making this call. Six months without them, and they choose tonight of all nights to show up at your doorstep, with their signature dramatic flair and that warm smile that always makes you feel like their kid. You want to stay here and enjoy your time with Vailyn before they decide to travel again.
"Yes, everything's fine," you assure him. "Something just... came up unexpectedly."
You hear the familiar creaking of his armchair, followed by Therese's muffled voice in the background asking who's calling.
"It's $name," he tells her, his voice slightly distant as if he's turned away from the phone. There's more muffled conversation before he returns to you. "Therese says we can always reschedule. She's disappointed, of course, but she understands. We both do."
"Thanks, Thomas. I promise we'll have this dinner soon."
"Hopefully we will see you sooner rather than later," he replies with a laugh. "Now go on, we can sort out the details later."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>The silence on the other end makes your stomach churn with guilt. You can picture Thomas in his usual spot, probably sitting in that old armchair he loves so much, the one with the cushions so worn out that Therese threatens to throw them away every other week. He's probably holding his cane across his lap, thumb running across the smooth wood like he always does when he's processing information.
"Ah," he finally breathes out, and you can hear the slight tremor in his voice that he's trying to hide. "I see. Well, Therese did make her special casserole..."
The words hang heavy in the air, and you close your eyes, knowing exactly what that means. Therese only breaks out that recipe for occasions she deems important enough.
Your chest tightens at the thought of all the preparation that must have gone into tonight's dinner. You've never met her, but with Thomas calling you often, you've talked to her briefly a few times, enough to know she's probably cooking too much only for a dinner with you.
"I'm really sorry," you say, hearing Vailyn's distinct laugh floating from your living room. "They just showed up unexpectedly after months away, and I..."
"No, no," Thomas interrupts, his voice carrying that gentle understanding. "Family comes first, yes? Or... is it a friend?"
There's a hint of curiosity in his tone now, probably wondering who could be important enough to make you cancel your plans.
You hear the familiar creaking of his armchair, followed by Therese's muffled voice in the background asking who's calling.
"It's $name," he tells her, his voice slightly distant as if he's turned away from the phone. There's more muffled conversation before he returns to you. "Therese says we can always reschedule. She's disappointed, of course, but she understands. We both do."
"Thanks, Thomas. I promise we'll have this dinner soon."
"Hopefully we will see you sooner rather than later," he replies with a laugh. "Now go on, we can sort out the details later."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>There's a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, you worry you've upset him. Then comes his gentle chuckle, soft and understanding as always. "Is that what got you so nervous, $name?"
"I mean..." you fidget with the hem of your shirt, pacing the hallway. "I know we've been planning this for a while, and you and Therese were looking forward to it..."
"Now, now," Thomas cuts in, his voice warm and reassuring. "You don't have to explain yourself. Life happens, doesn't it?"
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "You're not mad?"
"Mad?" he lets out another chuckle. "I've known you long enough to know you wouldn't cancel without a good reason. Well, not <i>that</i> long but you know what I mean. Though..." there's a teasing note in his voice now, "Therese might need some extra convincing. You know how she gets."
"Oh god," you groan, but you're smiling. "She's gonna give me hell for this, isn't she?"
"Most likely," he agrees, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "But I'm sure that promise of making it up to us will smooth things over. Just..." his voice softens, "take care of whatever you need to, alright?"
The warmth in his voice makes your chest tight with affection. It makes the guilt of canceling a bit easier to bear.
You hear the familiar creaking of his armchair, followed by Therese's muffled voice in the background asking who's calling.
"It's $name," he tells her, his voice slightly distant as if he's turned away from the phone. There's more muffled conversation before he returns to you. "Therese says we can always reschedule. She's disappointed, of course, but she understands. We both do."
"Thanks, Thomas. I promise we'll have this dinner soon."
"Hopefully we will see you sooner rather than later," he replies with a laugh. "Now go on, we can sort out the details later."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C101">><</button>>Vailyn's eyes scan your face, looking for any sign that you might be lying. That you might be hiding what you’re really feeling behind that simple answer. Their expression softens, the fierce protectiveness from earlier melting into something gentler, more familiar. They reach out, their warm hands cupping your face.
"Are you sure, angel?" Their voice is back to its usual theatrical lilt, but there's an undercurrent of worry there. "Because if you're not, we can always go hunt her down for round two—or is it round 3? I still have some choice words saved up."
You can't help but snort at that, you have no doubt they got a panoply of words for Juliet. "No need."
Their lips twitch upward. Their thumbs brush against your cheeks before they pull back.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>A delighted laugh bubbles out of Vailyn, their entire demeanor shifting as they strike a dramatic pose, hand pressed against their chest. Their red curls bounce with the movement, and just like that, they're back to their usual theatrical self, the earlier tension dissipating in the air.
"Was I?" they smile warmly, preening under your praise. "I did think the slap was rather well-executed. Perfect form, if I do say so myself." They wiggle their fingers, examining them with exaggerated care. "Though I might need to ice my hand later. That woman's face is as hard as her heart."
Their expression softens then, and they reach out to boop your nose, making you scrunch your nose. "I should have given her my full performance. You know, the one where I recite Shakespeare while throwing hands?"
"Oh god," you laugh, shaking your head. "Please tell me you wouldn't have quoted 'to be or not to be' while swinging at her."
"Actually," they grin mischievously, "I was thinking more along the lines of 'the lady doth protest too much, methinks.' Much more fitting for the situation, don't you think?"
You huff another laugh. "I dunno about that."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>Vailyn blinks, following your gaze before letting out a theatrical gasp. They hold up their hand, examining it with exaggerated concern.
"Oh angel, are you worried about little old me?" Their lips curl into a playful smile. "I'll have you know these hands have weathered far worse. Though..." They wiggle their fingers experimentally, wincing slightly. "I'm not going to lie, her cheekbones were surprisingly sharp. Just like her tongue, right?"
"Vailyn, I wasn't talking about you," you sigh, reaching for their hand to inspect it. The skin is slightly red. "But now seeing this, that must've hurt for you too."
"Hey, don't give me that look," they tut, letting you fuss over their hand. "A bit of pain is worth it if it means defending my kid. Plus," their eyes light up with that familiar mischief, "I've always wanted to dramatically slap someone. It felt pretty good! We should start a club—'The Juliet Winter Slappers.' We could get matching shirts and everything!"
Another grimace form on your face. "No thanks."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>They look at you with those soft brown eyes of theirs, their usual dramatic flair melting into something gentler.
"You don't need to thank me, angel." They run a hand through their red curls, messing them up a bit. "Nobody messes with my kid and gets away with it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
"I know you would," you chuckle, remembering all those times they stepped in to defend you or just scared people to leave you be. "Though I think one slap was enough to get the message across."
A grin spreads across their face as they throw an arm around your shoulders. "Maybe I should add something unique next time, add some spice to it. You know, maybe a little twirl before the slap? Or a better sentence that would set the tone."
Your lips curl up, your head shaking fondly. "You're impossible."
"Impossibly amazing, you mean?" They squeeze you closer, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "Are you okay, though? Want me to go chase her down? I can totally do an encore performance."
"No need for an encore," you lean into their embrace, grateful for their presence. "Pretty sure she got the message loud and clear."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>>Vailyn tilts their head, their red curls falling softly to the side as they regard you with warm eyes.
"Necessary? Maybe not." Their lips curl into a gentle smile, but there's still steel in their gaze. "Satisfying? Absolutely."
"You're terrible," you say, but there's no heat in your words.
"Angel," they start. "I'm just playing my role as your protective parent. But I admit," their voice softens, losing some of its dramatic edge, "seeing her here... it took everything in me not to do worse."
"I'm sure," you concede.
Vailyn's eyes flick back to where Juliet's car was minutes ago. "She's lucky I wasn't here that day. I would've," their hands mimic strangling nothing in the air. "Ugh, you don't know how much I wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. Who is she to raise a hand on my angel? Unbelievable."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"I'm sure the cops would've loved another criminal to lock in," you drawl with an amused smile dancing on your lips.<<else>>"I'm glad you weren't here," you purse your lips. "I don't think you would've helped anyone in jail."<</if>>
They only smile brightly at that.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C177">><</button>><<set $AF to $AF + 1>>
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[["Lemme help," you murmur, gently taking his arm to wrap it around your shoulders.|Chap2MAT1]]<<else>>[["Lemme help," you murmur, gently taking her arm to wrap it around your shoulders.|Chap2MAT1]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["C'mon," you sigh, helping the blondie walk to the living room.|Chap2MAT2]]
*[["You're going to be a pain til the end, huh?" you grumble, helping Athiel walk to the living room.|Chap2MAT3]]
*[[You don't say anything, just guide Athiel to the living room without a word.|Chap2MAT4]]<<set $AL to $AL + 1>>"Don't touch me. Are you two deaf or something? I'm fine." Athiel snaps at you the moment you approach $a_them.
So you hold out a hand instead, not forcing nor giving up on helping $a_them. $a_Their narrowed eyes stare at your hand, then meet back your eyes, only to frown at your hand.
After what feels like an eternity, $a_they reluctantly let you help, $a_their arm circling your shoulders.
The view is probably funny because you hear your bestie snort behind you two while $j_they cleans the mess. You'd laugh too if you saw a zombie helping another. Because that's what you and Athiel look like right now. Two people needing sleep.
Ever so slowly, you feel Athiel's head fall against you. You don't feel $a_their weight, though. Even now $a_they's not fully accepting your help.
"Thank you…" you hear $a_them murmur, too low for Ekissa to hear.
You only nod, your hand rubbing up and down $a_their side in an attempt to soothe $a_them. By the time you reach the couch, Athiel's practically dead on $a_their feet.
"Just..." $a_they starts, then seems to lose $a_their train of thought. "Just need a minute."
"You need more than a minute, Athiel," you murmur, slowly sinking into the couch next to $a_them. "You seriously need some sleep."
"I don't need you to remind me," $a_they turns $a_their head away from you.
"You sure about that?"
$a_They huffs in response.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C65">><</button>>$a_Their steps are unsteady, and you can feel how $a_they's trying not to lean on you too much. Even exhausted, $a_their pride won't let $a_them fully accept help.
"I can walk by myself," $a_they mutters, but contradicts $a_themself by stumbling slightly.
"Sure you can," you agree easily, tightening your hold when $a_they sways. "Just humor me."
$a_They scoffs weakly, but doesn't argue further. The short walk to the living room seems to drain what little energy $a_they had left. By the time you reach the couch, $a_their ocean blue eyes are barely open.
"Just..." $a_they starts, then has to blink hard to focus. "Just need to sit for a minute."
Behind you, you can hear Ekissa cleaning up the broken plate, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like "stubborn idiot" under $j_their breath. Funny $j_they says that when $j_they's the first on the list of the more stubborn in this house.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C65">><</button>>"Always," $a_they tries to sneer, but it comes out more like a tired sigh. $a_Their steps are unsteady, and despite $a_their obvious attempts to keep $a_their distance, $a_they keeps swaying into you.
"At least you admit it," you mutter, adjusting your grip when $a_they stumbles slightly.
You hear $a_them scoff. "Not like you're any better."
"Says the one who can barely walk straight."
"I can walk perfectly fine," $a_they protests, then immediately contradicts $a_themself by tripping over nothing. $a_Their ocean blue eyes are fighting to stay open, and you notice how $a_they keeps blinking hard, like $a_they's trying to clear $a_their vision.
By the time you reach the couch, Athiel's practically dead on $a_their feet.
"Just..." $a_they starts, then seems to lose $a_their train of thought. "Just need a minute."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C65">><</button>>The silence between you is heavy, broken only by $a_their uneven breathing and the distant sound of Ekissa cleaning up in the kitchen. Athiel's steps are unsteady, and despite $a_their obvious reluctance, $a_they keeps swaying into you.
You feel $a_them tense every time $a_they has to lean on you for support, $a_their exhaustion seems to be winning over $a_their pride, though. $a_Their ocean blue eyes keep losing focus, $a_they has to pause every few steps just to stay upright.
You're not better, your own exhaustion catching up at each step.
The walk to the living room feels longer than it should. By the time you reach the couch, Athiel's barely holding $a_themself together.
$a_Their usually perfectly styled mid-length hair is slightly disheveled. $a_They looks moments away from passing out, but still tries to maintain some semblance of composure.
"I just..." $a_they starts, voice barely above a whisper. "Just need to rest for a minute."
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C65">><</button>>The question hits $l_them like a physical blow—you can see it in the way $l_they flinches, in how $l_their eyes widen slightly before closing briefly in pain. You're putting salt on an already opened wound but you don't care, you've been itching to have this talk for <i>weeks</i>.
You needed to get it all out of your chest, showing $l_them how much this fucking mess hurts you. $l_They can't messed up and then avoid you the next day. That's not how it works. Problems won't disappear just because $l_they doesn't look at them.
When $l_their eyes open again, there's a raw vulnerability there that makes your chest tighten even if you try to stay mad at $l_them.
"That's..." $namel's voice cracks, and $l_they has to clear $l_their throat before continuing. "That's exactly why I'm doing this, $name. I keep... I keep making choices for you without thinking."
$l_Their wrist trembles under your touch, but $l_they doesn't pull away. If anything, $l_they seems frozen in place, caught between wanting to step closer and forcing $l_themself to maintain this professional distance.
"I thought I was helping," $l_they admits quietly, the words coming out strained. "With the therapist, with everything. I convinced myself I knew what was best for you, but I..." $l_They lets out a shaky breath. "I was wrong. And I don't want to keep hurting you like that."
The papers in $l_their hand are definitely crumpled now, $l_their knuckles white with tension. The usually confident CEO looks almost lost, the careful mask $l_they's been wearing these past weeks cracking under the weight of your words.
"So yes, you should have a choice," $l_they continues, $l_their voice barely above a whisper. "And maybe... maybe choosing to keep your distance from me wouldn't be such a bad thing. Wouldn't it be the smart choice? Get away from this pushy CEO?"
You frown at $l_them, letting go of $l_their wrist as your eyes narrow. "You know what? I'm trying to reach you but you don't look like you want to hear or try to arrange things."
Taking the documents $l_they wants you to deliver so much from $l_their hand, you head to the door, opening it.
"Don't say I didn't try," you add, leaving without waiting any answer.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>$l_Their eyes snap to yours, a mix of surprise and something else—maybe hope?— flickering across $l_their face before $l_they catches $l_themself. The papers in $l_their hand crinkle slightly as $l_their grip tightens. Your hand squeeze a tad around $l_their wrist, anxious $l_they'll run away if you don't keep $l_them where $l_they is now.
"I..." $namel starts, then lets out a shaky breath. $l_Their free hand comes up to run through $l_their hair—a nervous habit you've seen countless times before. "It's not that simple, $name."
You can feel $l_their pulse still racing under your fingers, can see the internal battle playing out in those light gray eyes. The $namel you know—the one who'd dramatically flop onto your couch and demand attention, who'd text you random thoughts at 3 AM— is still there, just beneath this careful facade. But $l_they's trying so hard to make this $namel disappear.
"It's simple, you're the one making it difficult," your forehead crease.
"I made decisions for you," $l_they continues, voice low and rough. "I overstepped. $namet was right, I–" $l_They cuts $l_themself off, jaw clenching. "I should've known better."
The slight tremor in $l_their voice betrays how much this is affecting $l_them, despite $l_their attempts to maintain $l_their composure. The usual warmth in $l_their eyes, the playful spark that made them light up whenever $l_they saw you, is dimmed by guilt and uncertainty.
"You overstepped and recognize you were wrong. You apologized so many times, $namel. Isn't it enough?
"You deserve better than someone who–" $l_they stops again, swallowing hard. "Who doesn't respect your boundaries."
$l_They's not even listening to you. It's true $l_they didn't respect your boundaries. You didn't know what to feel that day, and to be honest, you still don't know what to make of this.
"$namel…"
"It's better this way."
$l_Their words rings final. Your brows twitch, hand letting go of $l_their wrist. What are you supposed to do? Force $l_them to stop beat $l_themself up?
You shake your head, taking the documents in $l_their hand and walk to the door, opening it. "I should deliver this."
Without waiting for $l_their answer, you leave.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>$l_Their wrist tenses under your grip, and for a moment, you can see the conflict in $l_their stormy gray eyes. $namel's always been expressive, wearing $l_their emotions on $l_their sleeve despite $l_their attempts to hide them. Right now? Those eyes are a storm of guilt, <<if $LL >= 6>>longing, <</if>>and something else you can't quite name.
"$name..." $l_they breathes out, and the way $l_they says your name—soft, almost pained—makes your chest tighten. "I made decisions for you. I overstepped. $namet was right, I–" $l_They cuts $l_themself off, jaw clenching. "I got too involved, too invested in helping you heal that I forgot to ask what <i>you</i> wanted. You're not me, and that's my first mistake to think you were."
You've heard this too that day. $namet saying that $t_their $l_father wasn't you. You're still lost as to what it's supposed to mean. Why is $l_they not you? Did $l_they deal with something similar in the past? You know $l_they was married, did $l_they lost $l_their spouse? Is it because of this that $l_they tried so hard to help you?
$namet never talked about $t_their other parent, even after 2 months knowing $t_them. The two of them, CEO and CFO, always keep this part of them secret.
"Why aren't you listening to me?" you ask, your voice bordering of pleading. "I didn't care then, I don't care now. What's so difficult to understand?"
You can feel $l_them pulling away, not just physically, but emotionally building those walls higher. It's ironic really, how the $l_man who once barged into your life with ridiculous excuses just to make you smile, is now trying $l_their hardest to distance $l_themself. To close the door who was once open for you.
The silence stretches between you, filled with all the things $l_they's not saying, all the words stuck in $l_their throat. $l_Their dimple shows as $l_they presses $l_their lips together and force again that fake, polite smile.
"I should've asked," $l_they finally says. "Instead, I just... assumed. Pushed. Made choices thinking I knew what was best for you because–" $l_They stops again, something vulnerable flickering across $l_their face before $l_they masks it. "Because I couldn't stand seeing you hurt."
You part you lips— $l_They cut you off before you can utter a single word. "It's better this way."
$l_Their words rings final. Your brows twitch, hand letting go of $l_their wrist. What are you supposed to do? Force $l_them to stop beat $l_themself up?
You shake your head, taking the documents in $l_their hand and walking to the door, opening it. "I should deliver this."
Without waiting for $l_their answer, you leave.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>"That'd be best," $l_they nods slowly, not even meeting your eyes. "I keep messing up when I'm with you, it'd be better if we stay professional."
"Better for who?"
The question hits $l_them like a physical blow, you can see it in the way $l_they flinches, in how $l_their eyes widen slightly before closing briefly in pain. When $l_they opens them again, $l_they forces a smile. "For both of us."
"It worked once, why wouldn't it work again?" you ask.
"It never worked," $l_they disagrees, voice in a barely whisper. "I'm always like this, getting nosy, wanting to know everything, even the things I shouldn't, getting pushy… I didn't realize how much disrespectful I was being before $namet had to open my eyes."
"Disrespectful…?" you echo.
That's true that $namel is someone who demand a lot of energy, dealing with $l_them is dealing with an excited puppy. Always teasing, always flirting, always pushing people's button just for the fun of it all. But is it being respectful when $l_they always mean well, when nothing about the way $l_they acts is intended to be malicious? When $l_their way of caring is by being this overwhelming concern and overbearing care?
The complexity leaves you unsure. Maybe it is disrespectful.
"It's better this way."
$l_Their words rings final. Your brows twitch, hand letting go of $l_their wrist. What are you supposed to do? Force $l_them to stop beat $l_themself up?
You shake your hand, taking the documents in $l_their hand and walking to the door, opening it. "I should deliver this."
Without waiting for $l_their answer, you leave.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>$namel stills under your touch, $l_their wrist tense in your grip. $l_They doesn't turn around, but you can see the way $l_their shoulders rise with a deep breath. You want the moment of a month ago to just disappear if it mean having $namel back. It's not fair to just avoid you without having any explanation of $l_their demeanor. It's not fair to not even hearing you out.
When $l_they finally faces you, there's a conflict in those light gray eyes that makes your chest ache.
"$name..." The way $l_they says your name, soft and strained, carries a weight you've never heard before. "I called a therapist behind your back. I made decisions for you like I had any right to. $namet was right to call me out on it."
$l_Their dimple appears briefly as $l_they gives you a bitter half-smile.
"I got too involved, too..." $l_They gestures vaguely between you two with $l_their free hand. "I forgot my place. Forgot that I'm just your neighbor who should've minded $l_their own business instead of..."
$l_They gently but firmly removes your hand from $l_their wrist, and the loss of contact feels like a physical ache. "Instead of whatever I thought I was doing. Whatever I thought this was."
"But you apologized," you remind $l_them as you frown. "It's been a month already $namel, you can't just… keep avoiding me."
It feels like breaking up when you two don't even have this type of relationship. <<if $LL <= 4>>You're not even that close.<</if>>
"I disrespected you, I think that's enough reason to keep our distance," $l_they huffs a self-deprecating laugh.
You part your lips, a protest dying on your throat when you see the way $l_they's trying so hard to keep this polite mask. You shake your hand, taking the documents in $l_their hand and walking to the door, opening it. "I should deliver this."
Without waiting for $l_their answer, you leave.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C164">><</button>>!!!<div style="text-align:center; font-size: 3.2em; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;">
Chapter 1</div>
!!!<div style="text-align:center;">A new beginning
</div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap1C1">><</button>>!!!<div style="text-align:center; font-size: 3.2em; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;">
Prologue</div>
!!!<div style="text-align:center;">This is goodbye
</div>
<<button "Next" "Prologue">><</button>>Si tu lis ça, tu fais partis des premiers joueurs de mon chef d'oeuvre.
Non. Ne me remercie pas.
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<<button "Next" "Intro1">><</button>>Before we start, let's focus on you for a minute and choose your preference.
<i>Choose the options that suit your character:</i>
Your <<listbox "$eyecolor" autoselect>>
<<option "brown">>
<<option "gray">>
<<option "green">>
<<option "dark brown">>
<<option "black">>
<<option "blue">>
<<option "hazel">>
<</listbox>> eyes gleamed mischievously as you toss your <<listbox "$hairtext" autoselect>>
<<option "coily">>
<<option "straight">>
<<option "curly">>
<<option "wavy">>
<</listbox>> hair, <<listbox "$hairlength" autoselect>>
<<option "shoulder-length">>
<<option "long">>
<<option "very long">>
<<option "short">>
<<option "very short">>
<</listbox>> <<listbox "$haircolor" autoselect>>
<<option "red">>
<<option "black">>
<<option "dark brown">>
<<option "blond">>
<<option "blue">>
<<option "brown">>
<<option "white">>
<<option "dark blond">>
<<option "ginger">>
<</listbox>> hair, your <<listbox "$skincolor" autoselect>><<option "creamy">><<option "pale">><<option "porcelain">><<option "ivory">><<option "olive">><<option "golden">><<option "light brown">><<option "honey">><<option "brown">><<option "dark brown">><<option "cacao">><<option "espresso">><<option "black">><</listbox>> skin and <<listbox "$height" autoselect>><<option "very tall">><<option "tall">><<option "average">><<option "short">><<option "very short">><</listbox>> frame exuding an air of arrogance.
You identify as...
<<radiobutton "$gender" "woman" checked>>...a woman.
<<radiobutton "$gender" "man">>...a man.
<<radiobutton "$gender" "person">>...a person.
What are your pronouns?
<<radiobutton "$m" "m" checked>>He/him
<<radiobutton "$m" "f">>She/her
<<radiobutton "$m" "n">>They/them
What are the gender of the Romance options?
Elias/Ellie is a <<cycle "$genderroe" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.
Travis/Tracee is a <<cycle "$genderrot" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.
Athiel is a <<cycle "$genderroa" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.
Leon/Luna is a <<cycle "$genderrol" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.
Ekissa is a <<cycle "$genderroj" autoselect>><<option "woman">><<option "man">><</cycle>>.
<<button "Next" "Intro1.2">><</button>><<if $m == "f">><<setGender "m" "f">><<elseif $m == "m">><<setGender "m" "m">><<else>><<setGender "m" "n">><</if>><<if $genderroe == "woman">><<setGender "e" "f">><<set $namee to "Ellie">><<elseif $genderroe == "man">><<setGender "e" "m">><<set $namee to "Elias">><</if>><<if $genderrot == "woman">><<setGender "t" "f">><<set $namet to "Tracee">><<elseif $genderrot == "man">><<set $namet to "Travis">><<setGender "t" "m">><</if>><<if $genderroa == "woman">> <<setGender "a" "f">><<elseif $genderroa == "man">><<setGender "a" "m">><</if>><<if $genderrol == "woman">> <<setGender "l" "f">> <<set $namel to "Luna">><<elseif $genderrol == "man">><<setGender "l" "m">><<set $namel to "Leon">><</if>><<if $genderroj == "woman">> <<setGender "j" "f">><<elseif $genderroj == "man">><<setGender "j" "m">><</if>><<set $subtle to 0>><<set $blunt to 0>>That's all for now. Are you ready?
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*[[Yes, I want to start from the prologue|Intro-1]]
*[[Yes, but I want to start from chapter 1|Intro-1.1]]
*[[Yes, but I want to start from chapter 2|Intro-2]]
*[[Yes, but I want to start from chapter 3|IntroChap3]]
<b><i>Two days ago...</i></b>
<b>16:37</b>
<b>Macara Residence - Home</b>
Sprawled out on the living room couch, the warm breeze from outside blows into the house through the open windows, offering you little relief. It's summer, and the neighbors must have bought one of those big inflatable pools for their kids, if the splash noises are anything to go by. High-pitched squeals and giggles carry over from your neighbors' backyard, every splash and shout seeping through the walls like an unwelcome intrusion. The kids sound like they're having a blast.
You had hoped to spend a peaceful afternoon with your $e_boyfriend. But with the kids' party in full swing next door, it looks like it's definitely <i>not</i> gonna happen. And from the sounds of it, the neighborhood children won't be stopping their play anytime soon.
"It could be us in a few years," <<print $namee>> murmurs, $e_their eyes gazing out at the scenery beyond the glass doors. "What do you think?"
$e_Their blue agate eyes turn in your direction over $e_their shoulder, wearing that warm, familiar smile you know all too well. That tender smile reserved just for you. $e_Their gaze sparkles in the sunlight filtering into the house, making $e_their <<if $genderroe == "woman">>long<<else>>short<</if>> blond hair appear even brighter.
You almost lose yourself in $e_their stare, drawn under its spell. There was something captivating about the way $e_their eyes can seem so calm and comforting one minute, then playful the next. You like to think $e_they shows $e_their warm side only to you. It's not the casual smile you give a close friend, but the secret, affectionate and intimate smile reserved solely for your lover. The kind of smile that makes you feel special, that makes your heart flutter. And in a way, you <i>are</i> special.
You blink, suddenly pulled from your reverie. Right, $e_they asked you something.
"You mean, kids running and screaming everywhere?" you raise a skeptical brow as you lean back against the couch.
<<print $namee>> chuckles, ever the optimist. "C'mon they don't always scream. There are plenty of calm, well-behaved kids out there, you know?"
Approaching the couch, <<print $namee>> drops to $e_their knees at your feet, making $e_themself comfortable by resting $e_their head in your lap. $e_Their favorite spot. <<print $namee>> nuzzles $e_their cheek against you with a long, contented sigh. "But it could be nice, don't you think? A little cute and adorable kid, running around our home, always underfoot begging for attention..."
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*<<if $genderroe == "woman">>[["A kid?" you echo, caressing her cheek as you scrunch your nose, not exactly thrilled at the idea. "Why not a dog instead?"|P1C1]]<<elseif $genderroe == "man">> [["A kid?" you echo, caressing his cheek as you scrunch your nose, not exactly thrilled at the idea. "Why not a dog instead?"|P1C1]]<</if>>
*[[Your gaze is fixed on the floor, brow furrowed as you think deeply. "I don't mind having a child."|P1C2]]
*<<if $genderroe == "woman">>[["How many would you want?" you murmur with a smile, your fingers running gently through her hair. Not opposed to the idea of having a child.|P1C3]]<<elseif $genderroe == "man">>[["How many would you want?" you murmur with a smile, your fingers running gently through his hair. Not opposed to the idea of having a child.|P1C3]]<</if>>
*[["And share you? Mmm, I'm not so sure about that..." you laugh softly, nervously. The subtle message is clear, kids aren't in your plan.|P1C4]]<<set $kids to "no">> <<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $genuine to 0>><<set $blunt to $blunt +1>><<set $showblunt to true>><<set $showsubtle to false>><<if $gender == "woman">><<set $m_man to "woman">> <<set $m_Man to "Woman">> <<set $m_boy to "girl">> <<set $m_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $m_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $m_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $m_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">><<elseif $gender == "person">><<set $m_man to "person">> <<set $m_Man to "Person">> <<set $m_boy to "kid">> <<set $m_Boy to "Kid">> <<set $m_sir to "Mx">> <<set $m_Sir to "Mx">><<set $m_boyfriend to "lover">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Lover">><<elseif $gender == "man">><<set $m_man to "man">> <<set $m_Man to "Man">> <<set $m_boy to "boy">> <<set $m_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $m_sir to "sir">> <<set $m_Sir to "Sir">><<set $m_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">><</if>>
<<cycle "$lovekidsornah" autoselect>><<option "You love kids, really, but <i>having</i> kids is another matter.">><<option "You love kids faaaar away from you.">><</cycle>>
"A do-" $namee bursts out laughing, raising $e_their gaze to meet yours as $e_they shakes $e_their head slightly, more amused than anything. "A dog, huh? Well, I guess I can settle for that then."
You cock a brow, wondering if $e_theyre masking any disappointment. "Does it bother you not to have a child?"
Tenderly, $namee cups your cheek, bringing $e_their face close to yours. "You already fulfill me. You're all I could ever want, so if you don't want a kid, that's perfectly fine with me."
"But if you change your mind..." $e_their lips press against yours, moving slowly as if savoring every second. Pulling back slightly, $e_they smiles. "...Let me know, okay?"
That's always been the way it is between you and <<print $namee>>. $e_They's never rushed things or insisted on things you didn't want or couldn't do. But $e_they's also never stayed silent, $e_they's always been vocal about what $e_they does and doesn't want in life, including in your relationship. After all, this relationship of yours works both ways.
"Oh, by the way, I talked to the neighbor across the street yesterday, you know, the sexy neighbor?" $e_they sits down comfortably next to you on the couch, resting $e_their head on your shoulder.
"You mean <<print $namel>>?" you ask curiously, your eyes focused on $e_their hand taking hold of yours, $e_their skin as pale as snow, making you wonder if the $e_man might actually be a vampire<<if $skincolor == "pale">>not that you're any better<<else>><</if>>. "What about that old $l_man?"
"$l_They's not <i>that</i> old," $e_they points out. "$l_Theyre, what, 40?"
"That's not young either. What about $l_them?" you respond, not quite understanding where this conversation is going.
"Yeah, well, you should be careful," a smug smile spreads on $e_their lips as $e_they wiggles $e_their brows playfully. "You've got some competition."
It's true that <<print $namel>> Melth turns heads despite $l_their advanced age, always with a charming smile and well-placed words that don't leave the neighborhood residents indifferent. This $l_man knows how to work it, and age doesn't seem to be slowing $l_them down. In fact, $l_they has even tried to charm you too <<cycle "$letlflirt" autoselect>><<option "but you shut that down the moment $l_they opened $l_their mouth.">><<option "and you weren't entirely indifferent, though you never cheated. Obviously.">><</cycle>>
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*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that old woman must've charmed your pants right off," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.|P1C5]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">> [["Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that old man must've charmed your pants right off," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.|P1C5]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Should I be concerned that an old woman is trying to steal my lover?" you shake your head with a small, genuine laugh.|P1C6]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">> [["Should I be concerned that an old man is trying to steal my lover?" you shake your head with a small, genuine laugh.|P1C6]]<</if>>
*[["Oh really? Oh nooo. I'm so jealous. So so jealous. I mean, look at me." you lament dramatically, gesturing to your face in a sarcastic manner. "The epitome of jealousy. Really."|P1C7]]
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Think she's gonna take you if I ask real nice?" you tease.|P1C8]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">>[["Think he's gonna take you if I ask real nice?" you tease.|P1C8]]<</if>><<set $jealous to "hide">><<set $warm to 0>> <<set $distant to 0>> <<set $aloof to 0>> <<set $caring to 0>> <<set $serious to 0>> <<set $playful to 0>>
The funny thing about you is how well you hide the jealousy you feel every time you see <<print $namee>> getting a little too close to someone else. You don't remember how many times you wanted to get in the way of people being too touchy feely with your $e_man. How many times you wanted to strangle each one of them.
You always found excuses though. You're a crafty one, you always manage to find a way to break things up without plainly showing the green-eyed monster lurking just beneath the surface.
It's not about trust. You do trust $e_them. But it's not like you can control these feelings. They're there, whether you want them to be or not.
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*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You never had anyone before him. He's the first and last boyfriend you'll ever have.|P1C12]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[You never had anyone before her. She's the first and last girlfriend you'll ever have.|P1C12]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[And you did have many partners before him.|P1C13]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[And you did have many partners before her.|P1C13]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[And you did have partners before him. Not many though.|P1C14]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[And you did have partners before her. Not many though.|P1C14]]<</if>>The announcement makes you choke out a sob of relief while they hurry to climb into the ambulance, the sound of the siren fading into the distance as they race to the hospital.
You're still on the ground, staring ahead when a figure blocks your view. $namel's hands tremble as they take yours but $l_their reassuring smile never wavers. "$e_They's going to be alright."
It's hard to breathe, hard to focus. But $namel succeeds in bringing you back to reality ever so slowly, stroking the back of your hand with $l_their thumb. "Let's head to the hospital, okay?"
"C'mon," $namet murmurs, helping you stand up and guiding you to the car.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C101">><</button>>On the road, while $namel drives, $namet sits in the backseat with you, $t_their expression still unreadable. $t_They tears $t_their gaze away from $t_their hands to meet yours but $t_they doesn't hold the eye contact for long before flicking $t_their eyes to $t_their $l_father.
"You okay?"
$namel answers with a shrug and a smile, though it's a bit forced. "I'm alright."
"Your hands are–"
"I'm alright," $t_their $l_dad repeats more firmly, $l_their tone brooking no argument and $l_their hands tighten around the steering wheel. "You? You're alright? You didn't get burned?"
A long sigh escapes $namet's lips but $t_they nods anyway. "I'm good."
Both of them give you furtive glances but they don't ask you anything. Simply because they know you're not okay.
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*[["I'm okay," you murmur anyway, to reassure them as much as you can in your current state.|P1C102]]
*[[You break down in tears, this is all too much.|P1C103]]
*[[You keep your gaze on the road, staying silent.|P1C104]]
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Don't," you say through gritted teeth. You don't need pity, you need Elias.|P1C105]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[["Don't," you say through gritted teeth. You don't need pity, you need Ellie.|P1C105]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You sniff, holding it together. This is not the time to cry when your boyfriend is between life and death.|P1C106]]<<else>>[[You sniff, holding it together. This is not the time to cry when your girlfriend is between life and death.|P1C106]]<</if>>
*[[You're empty. That's all you are right now.|P1C107]]You're the one needing reassurance, that much is true. However, you can see they're clearly worried.
$namet purses $t_their lips at the blatant lie, but $t_they nods anyway. "Alright."
$t_They grabs a shirt lying on the floor of the car, patting away the dust before grabbing a bottle of water and spilling it on the fabric. Taking your hands, $t_they presses the wet fabric against your slightly burned skin. "We'll have to ask the doc to take a look at this when we get to the hospital."
"$m_theyre burned? How is it?" $namel frowns, eyes fixed on the road.
"I'm okay," you repeat.
"Nothing too serious," $namet replies to the older $l_man, eyes still staring down at your hands before pulling away $t_their own away and looking out the window. "I don't think $m_they care$m_s much about the burn right now."
$t_Their $l_father grimaces. "Right."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C108">><</button>>Tears fall down your cheeks as you stare down at your palms, palms who are slightly burned from your attempt to get $namee out of the car. The first sob escapes your lips. The broken sound making $namet snaps $t_their gaze to you while $namel's hands clench the steering wheel tighter.
"It's okay, $name. Let it all out," $namel's murmurs softly.
$namet's hand reaches your shoulder but $t_they stops mid-air, hesitating a moment before drawing it back to $t_their side as $t_they searches your gaze. "You're burned? Does it hurts?"
$t_They don't wait an answer. $t_They grabs a shirt lying on the floor of the car, patting away the dust before grabbing a bottle of water and spill it on the shirt. Taking your hands, $t_they presses the wet fabric against your slightly burned skin. "It's nothing too serious but we'll have to ask the doc to take a look at this when we get to the hospital."
You sniffle, clenching your hands around the makeshift compress as you nod mutely. $t_Their hands covering yours stay there as your shoulders shake at your quiet sobs, $t_their thumbs rubbing your skin soothingly, in an attempt to offer you what little reassurance $t_they can.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C108">><</button>>Your mind is a mess. Talking would resolve nothing and the effort to do it seems too hard. You need to process the situation, to chase away the many scenarios in your head. $namel thinks $l_they's subtle but you can see clearly that $l_they's forcing $l_themself not to ask too many questions and overwhelm you more than you already are.
$namet does a better job to mind $t_their business, avoiding looking your way and keeping $t_their eyes trained on the window. Well, until $t_they grabs a shirt lying on the floor of the car, patting away the dust before grabbing a bottle of water and spilling it on the shirt. Taking your hands, $t_they presses the wet fabric against your slightly burned skin.
But $t_they say nothing, pulling away $t_their hands from yours and letting you have the space you need. You stare down at the tissue, and the small relief of the water against your skin makes you sigh quietly.
You hope $namee is okay.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C108">><</button>>"$name..." $namel murmurs softly, too worried to try to hide it. "We're just worried, this must be difficult to process and–"
"I don't need your pity or reassurance so just focus on driving," you snap.
"This isn't pity–"
"$l_Dad," $namet cuts off $t_their $l_dad as $t_they pinches the bridge of $t_their nose. "Just drive."
$namel sighs, rubbing the back of $l_their neck. "Alright..."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C108">><</button>>Your eyes watering, you look up and take deep breaths. The heavy breathing, and small noises coming from your throat don't help. The way your voice sounds so broken, just hearing it, makes you want to break into tears in the car. $namel keeps giving you furtive glances through the rearview mirror as if ready to reassure you the moment you start to crumble.
But you don't. You clench the fabric of your pajamas with your hands and focus on your breathing. Swallowing the lump in your throat, your attention turns to $namet when $t_they grabs a shirt lying on the floor of the car, patting away the dust before grabbing a bottle of water and spilling it on the shirt. Taking your hands, $t_they presses the wet fabric against your slightly burned skin. "It's nothing too serious but we'll have to ask the doc to take a look at this when we get to the hospital."
You nod mutely. That's all you can manage right now. $t_Their hands covering yours stay there as your lips tremble, $t_their thumbs rubbing soothingly your skin, attempting to give you as much reassurance as $t_they can.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C108">><</button>>You stare blankly at the road without seeing much. Your mind isn't even working right now. There's no "what-if" or other scenarios. You're not worried, not desperate, not sad, anxious or panicked. You're just empty. And this is better this way, for your own sake. You need this moment before you go back to being overwhelmed again the moment you arrive at the hospital.
Your attention turns to $namet when $t_they grabs a shirt lying on the floor of the car, patting away the dust before grabbing a bottle of water and spilling it on the shirt. Taking your hands, $t_they presses the wet fabric against your slightly burned skin. "It's nothing too serious but we'll have to ask the doc to take a look at this when we get to the hospital."
You nod mutely. That's all you can do manage now. $t_Their hands covering yours stay there as you stay still, $t_their thumbs rubbing soothingly your skin, attempting to give you as much reassurance as $t_they can before pulling away.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C108">><</button>><b>09:25
Celestial Healing Center - Waiting Room.</b>
Waiting, waiting, waiting. You're going to lose it. The wait is endless as you pace anxiously in the hospital waiting room.
"$namee's gonna be alright," $namel repeats softly. $l_Their usual charming, playful demeanor has been replaced by a solemn, serious expression since the accident. Something that could surprise you if your $e_man wasn't fighting for $e_their life right now.
'$e_Theyre gonna be alright', you want so desperately to believe these words but the image of $namee's burned and battered body is seared into your memory, making it hard to stay positive. So you nod, sinking into the uncomfortable hospital chair.
$namet purses $t_their lips, $t_their shoulders tense and when you think $t_theyre going to say something. $t_They doesn't.
"$e_Theyre gonna be okay," $namel says again, $l_their voice wavering slightly. "$e_They has to be."
You ignore $l_their words, too busy trying to get yourself together. But if someone looked closely enough, they'd be able to see the cracks forming. It'd be so easy to break you right now. But deep down, something already broke inside you. You're just stubborn enough to grip all the pieces together by yourself, forcing it all to stay tightly in place. You won't break, not until you know how your $e_boyfriend is doing. Hoping, praying, <i>begging</i> $e_they'll be okay.
But honestly. When did things ever go your way?
<<button "NEXT" "P1C109">><</button>>The doc told you a lot of bullshit you weren't able to really process because of the shock. She explained a lot of things you didn't care about. Said a lot of useless words. You just wanted her to do her job, not wasting her time explaining to you why the blood is red and why a car accident is dangerous.
Thirty minutes later, at exactly 13:04.
$namee died.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C110">><</button>><<set $jealous to "yes">><<set $warm to 0>> <<set $distant to 0>> <<set $aloof to 0>> <<set $caring to 0>><<set $serious to 0>> <<set $playful to 0>>
You're jealous and you don't hide it. Why bother hiding it? Your $e_man is just that. <i>Yours</i>. Plain and simple. Well, not so simple for the many dumbasses who tried to get their hands on $e_them over the years.
That doesn't mean you stop $e_them from meeting up with friends- $e_they's free to do what $e_they wants. You're not about to control $e_them just because you happen to be the jealous type.
However, you <i>do</i> show people they're pissing you off whenever they're getting a little too handsy with your $e_man. You're not shy of showing it and you don't care if it comes across as jealous and possessive. <<print $namee>> knows exactly how you feel, and $e_they's totally cool with you putting those boundaries-pushers in their place. After all, $e_they's just as jealous as you are anyway.
----
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You never had anyone before him. He's the first and last boyfriend you'll ever have.|P1C12]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[You never had anyone before her. She's the first and last girlfriend you'll ever have.|P1C12]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[And you did have many partners before him.|P1C13]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[And you did have many partners before her.|P1C13]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[And you did have partners before him. Not many though.|P1C14]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[And you did have partners before her. Not many though.|P1C14]]<</if>>There was no goodbye, no time for you to at least try to reassure $namee. To tell $e_them you love $e_them. To say <i>goodbye</i>. No, <i>of course</i> not. Shit, you couldn't even hear $e_them.
No cries, no whimpers, no calling for you, no nothing. Only silence. You didn't even get to hear $e_their voice one last time.
You stare at the doc as she keeps her features carefully neutral, but you can see. You can see the way she's waiting for something. For you to cry, to laugh at her, to lash out. She waits because she's used to this, has dealt with so many people reacting differently to news like this.
You suck in a breath and there it is.
----
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[It's the first time in a long time you've cried like this. Crying so hard and uncontrollably. You thought you were strong, you thought wrong. You don't know if you can keep going without him.|P1C111]]<<else>>[[It's the first time in a long time you've cried like this. Crying so hard and uncontrollably. You thought you were strong, you thought wrong. You don't know if you can keep going without her.|P1C111]]<</if>>
*[[Something inside you dies, unable to even cry. Maybe it's shock, or maybe what you're feeling is too complex to even try to explain. You're empty.|P1C112]]
*[[You stay seated, clenching your jaw hard to keep your tears from spilling as you nod simply.|P1C113]]
*[[You force a smile in acknowledgement and tried to not just break down.|P1C114]]
*[[You laugh, not believing the doc. Refusing to accept it and angry to even think about this possibility. There's just no way the person the most important to you died just like that.|P1C115]]<<set $grief to "crybroken">>The first tears fall as your legs give out, not processing. Not yet. You hear yourself ask in a barely audible whisper. "What do you mean...?"
The doc's features soften as she says gently. "I'm sorry. We couldn't save $e_them."
A noise escapes your throat as your whole body trembles. A sob escapes you. Then another rips from you. Your body leans forward, forehead pressed against the floor as you cry. "No no no..."
It starts slowly, whimpers echoing in the waiting room as you repeats the same words over and over. But the more you repeat those words, the more the realization starts to dawn to you.
But you don't want to realize anything. Realizing is like accepting. You don't want this. Not this.
Your murmurs turn to broken scream. Screaming your lover's name. Snot drips from your nose, and you're even drooling on the floor.
There's nothing pretty about it. Not like the movies.
You don't even realize how heartbreaking your cries are. How even the people around you on their seats in this same waiting room swallow the lump in their throats, hoping not to be the next one crying like this. Hoping their loved ones won't die like yours. They could complain about how loud you are, they could ask to keep it down, to cry elsewhere. They don't.
Maybe they want to.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C111.1">><</button>>But you're in your own bubble, your own personal nightmare. You hands are clenched so hard, you can feel your nails digging mercilessly into your skin. You sniffle, but it doesn't stop the snot from falling on the floor, mingling with your drool and tears. This could be humiliating if you weren't so broken to even care.
"Fuck– $name!" a familiar voice calls out shakily.
Ekissa pushes past $namel and $namet. You didn't even realize their hands trying to comfort you, rubbing on your arm and squeezing gently your shoulder.
Ekissa doesn't hesitate to kneel, lifting your upper body up to wrap $j_their arms around you, one hand pressing against the back of your head. Your face finds the crook of $j_their neck, your breath frantic as $j_they embraces you tightly. "Hey, hey, breathe for me. C'mon, breathe for me."
You try. Deep breath. In, then out. You can't. You best friend rocks you back and forth in $j_their arms.
"I'm here," $j_they whispers, voice steadier now. "I'm here."
$j_Their hand gently strokes the back of your head as $j_they holds you close. You can feel the tension in $j_their own body, betraying $j_their worry and sorrow, but $j_they remains a solid anchor.
"$namee..." you manage to choke out between sobs, the name tearing at your heart.
Ekissa squeezes you tighter, $j_their own voice thick with emotion. "I know, $name. I know. I'm so sorry..."
But sorrys don't heal. Words never heal.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C116">><</button>><<set $grief to "numb">>
You part your lips. Nothing comes out so you shut them close. There's a moment of deafening silence. Your eyes observing her face, searching for the lie. The cruel joke. Her face is unreadable.
"I'm sorry," she murmurs softly. "We couldn't save $e_them."
You expected something more from yourself. To break down and cry uncontrollably in front of everyone in this room. You don't know what's wrong with you. There's not a single tears falling. You just stand there, staring at her in complete silence. You thought your world would shatter but you don't even think of your world, you don't <i>think</i> at all.
You're not the only one who heard your $e_boyfriend has just died. The people you don't even know are showing more emotions than you right now. You can see it out of the corner of your eye. Some looks at you with pity, others with understanding and there are those who look away, the news probably hits too close to home for them. Hell, you even hear someone sniffling nearby.
You envy them. At least they're not numb. At least they're not like a broken toy unable to sing without a battery.
"I know it's not easy to–"
"Okay," you cut the doc off with a small, mechanical nod. "Thanks for telling me."
"Ok...ay?" she echoes your words, blinking at you like you just said something strange. She clears her throat, her stoic mask coming back. "Alright. It's... It's no problem."
You hear footsteps behind you. A familiar voice calls out. "$name...?"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C112.1">><</button>>Looking over your shoulder, your gaze lands on Ekissa, you see the deep worry etched across $j_their features. $j_They stops in front of you, whispering softly, "Hey there."
Carefully, $j_their hands take yours but you simply reply. "You came."
"Of course I came," $j_they furrows $j_their brows, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. "C'mon, you need to eat somethin'."
"Right," you murmur, the words hollow.
Ekissa's brow furrows deeper with concern as $j_they studies your vacant expression. $j_They's known you for years, and $j_they's never seen you like this, completely devoid of emotion, like a shell of your former self.
$j_They swallows hard, hands tightening ever so slightly as if afraid you might disappear. "Don't gimme that shit, $name."
$j_Their words don't hold any heat. Of course not. This is a plea for you to snap out of this state of numbness. Ekissa has always been the blunt, no-nonsense type, but in this moment, $j_they's nothing but scared.
You can feel $j_their worry radiating off of $j_them in waves. $j_They's at a loss, unsure of how to reach you when you've retreated so far into yourself.
But right now you don't feel yourself caring.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C116">><</button>><<set $grief to "bottleupstoic">>
You stay a moment like this. Silent. You're glad you're sitting right now because you can feel your legs are weak and it's not the only thing weak right now. You're weak. Swallowing again and again. You don't even know what you're trying to swallow. The news? The lump in your throat? The weakness? You don't know, you just do it.
You shiver, barely containing the trembling of your body at the news. Your hands clasps each other tightly to control the shaking of your limbs. Your breathing is heavy and ragged, your chest rising and falling unevenly. Your eyes stings. Controlling your whole body hurts.
You don't even meet the doctor's eyes, staring at the floor, finding more reassurance in its steadiness than in her stoic expression. You're hurting. You're devastated. But somehow, you're still keeping it together through sheer force of will.
"I'm sorry," she murmurs softly. "We couldn't save $e_them."
You want to tell her to shut up, to stop reminding you of what you've just lost. Why she has to go and repeat it? Aren't you broken enough for her? Sorry <i>sorry</i> <b><i>sorry</i></b>, you don't want people to repeat this. You just want $namee back. You want to see $e_them.
Your bottom lip trembles and a tear threatens to fall but you're fast to sniff and blink it away. Making it disappear. Meeting her eyes, you nod simply, not saying anything. Just a nod. Though, to tell her to shut up or to acknowledge her words is another matter entirely.
She seems to get the hint and nods back, a flicker of guilt in her eyes before she makes it disappear. You hear footsteps behind you. Then. "$name...?"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C113.1">><</button>>Looking above your shoulder to see Ekissa, the worry on $j_their face obvious. You turn around as $j_they stops in front of you, whispering. "Hey there."
The reality of the situation sinks in. Ekissa is here, which means $j_they knows what happened. $j_They knows $namee is... You struggle to hold it together.
Carefully, $j_their hands take yours but you simply reply. "You came."
"Of course I came," $j_they furrows $j_their brows, gently squeezing your hands. "C'mon, you need to eat somethin'."
You shake your head slightly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not hungry."
$j_Their frown deepens in concern. "$name, you have to take care of yourself. $namee wouldn't want you to–"
"Don't," you stop $j_them, taking a deep shaky breath. "Just don't."
Ekissa's grip on your hands tightens, $j_their eyes shining with unshed tears. $j_They slowly pulls you into a tight hug. "Alright..."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C116">><</button>><<set $grief to "bottleupokay">>You stay a moment like this. Silent. You're glad you're sitting right now because you can feel your legs growing weak and it's not the only thing weak right now. You're weak. Swallowing again and again. You don't even know what you're trying to swallow. The news? The lump in your throat? The weakness? You don't know, you just do it.
You shiver, barely containing the trembling of your body at the news. Your hands clasp each other in a futile attempt to control your shaking limbs. You breathe heavily, chest rising and falling raggedly. Your eyes sting. Controlling your whole body hurts.
You don't even meet her eyes, staring at the floor, finding much more reassurance in the inanimate surface than in her stoic expression. You're hurting. You're devastated. And yet, you're still keeping it together through sheer force of will.
"I'm sorry," she murmurs softly. "We couldn't save $e_them."
You want to tell her to shut up, to stop reminding you of what you've just lost. Why she has to go and repeat it? Aren't you broken enough for her? Sorry <i>sorry</i> <b><i>sorry</i></b>, you don't want people to keep saying that. You just want $namee back. You want to see $e_them.
Your bottom lip trembles and a tear threatens to fall but you're fast to sniff and blink it away. Making it disappear. Meeting her gaze, you smile. Her eyes widen slightly and you think she's the one who's going to break down.
"I see," you murmur with a nod, your smile unwavering despite what you're feeling inside. "Thanks for telling me, Doctor..."
"Vastherki," she breathes out as she takes a deep breath, her expression turning back to its stoic mask. "Emily Vastherki. And..." she clears her throat. "...no problem. My condolences."
You nod again, replying softly. "Thank you, Emily."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C114.1">><</button>>A flicker of guilt flashes across her face before she makes it disappear. You hear footsteps behind you before hearing a familiar voice. "$name..."?
Looking above your shoulder to see Ekissa, the worry on $j_their face obvious, you turn around as $j_they stops in front of you, whispering. "Hey there."
Your smile wavers, your voice shaking. "Hey... You came."
"Of course I came," $j_they tries to smile, $j_their hands carefully wrapping around you as $j_they presses $j_their hands against the back of your head. "I'm here now."
Your shoulders tense before slowly relaxing as you let out a soft sigh, tears threatening to spill over. Ekissa holds you tighter, as if trying to absorb your grief. "I'm here for you."
You don't know if $j_they's trying to reassure you or $j_themself by the way $j_they's embracing you as if you'll disappear if $j_they lets go. Ekissa has always been like a rock, a steady presence in your life. But now, now you don't know why but you don't want to break down, not in front of $j_them, not in front of everyone.
Maybe acting like you're okay <i>will</i> actually make you okay.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C116">><</button>><<set $grief to "denieangry">>There's a moment of silence as you stare at the doctor almost in disbelief. You search in her eyes the lie. The cruel joke. But she wears that stoic expression that makes it hard to read her mind.
You narrow your eyes, observing. You don't like what you see. The way she stays unreadable despite your attempts to get the answer you want.
"I'm sorry," she murmurs softly. "We couldn't save $e_them."
Your mind can't seem to process her words. It's like a veil has been placed over your eyes. She could repeats it as many times as she wants, you don't believe it. This isn't possible. You were with $namee just hours ago and yeah, $e_they wasn't looking good but $e_they <i>wasn't</i> dying. $e_They breathed, they told you $e_they was breathing. You saw $e_their chest rising, you were there.
Why would $e_they die when $e_they was breathing hours ago? What went wrong? You saw with your own eyes. $e_they was <i>breathing</i>. You didn't dream it.
A laugh escape you but there's no mirth in it. "This is really a bad joke, doc. Of course $e_they's not dead."
"I'm sorry," she repeats, her body tensing, probably waiting for the storm. "We did our best, but I'm sorry it wasn't enough."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C115.1">><</button>>Looking over your shoulder to see Ekissa, the worry on $j_their face obvious, you turn around as $j_they stops in front of you, whispering. "Hey there."
"Tell her to stop lying to me," you say through gritted teeth, glancing back at the doc. "Tell her $namee is alive."
Ekissa's expression looks pained as $j_they slowly wraps $j_their arms around you, $j_their hand pressing behind your head.
Your breath catches in your throat as you shake your head vehemently. "Tell her! Ekissa–" your voice cracks between your pleading cries. "Come on tell her!"
Your best friend doesn't say anything, embracing you tightly. You're pleading and screaming but $j_they says nothing and stays, always the steadfast friend. Ready to hold you together if you shatter.
"TELL HER!" your broken cries echo in the waiting room.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C116">><</button>><b>15:14
Macara Residence - Home</b>
Now you don't know who drove you back home. It happened in a blur. It happened so fast. You're standing in front of your front door, eyes fixing it but unseeing. You think you've just dropped your keys, but honestly, you just want to forget this day.
Forget everything.
Maybe if you sleep, you'll wake up next to $namee. Or maybe cameras will show up and people will say it was just a bad joke.
Your breath hitches and even this little thing makes you hate yourself. That's right, you're breathing. You're alive while $namee is gone.
You asked to see $namee earlier. But $namee's parents didn't want you to. "It's your fault", that's what $namee's mother told you. No. She didn't tell you anything. She had told the doc, who then told you.
You never got along with $namee's mother, you were never enough for her. Though, $e_their father was less of an asshole and more of a man who listened to his wife's every word. She took away your right to see $namee and you couldn't do anything about it.
This is so unfair.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C117">><</button>>Someone crouches down, grabbing your keys before pushing them in your palm as you blink and drag your gaze slowly to that someone. $namel. $l_Their hair is messier from pulling them all day anxiously, $l_their gray eyes are red and $l_their clothes wrinkled. $l_They's a mess.
"Want me to unlock it, $name? Or you plan to stand here like a statue all day?" $l_they asks gently with a faint yet sad smile, trying to lighten the mood.
It doesn't work.
"Unlock it...?" you echo in almost a whisper.
"Your door. Help to unlock your door," another voice clarifies. $namet. $t_They clicks $t_their tongue and pushes $namel out of the way with a shoulder, grabbing your key and sliding it in your door, unlocking it and pulling away. "There. $l_Dad, let's go."
"Maybe we should..." $namel trails off, unsure, glancing between you and the now unlocked door.
$namet sighs, giving you a brief nod before taking $t_their $l_father by the wrist. With more force than necessary, $t_they tugs $namel away from your doorway.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C118">><</button>>$namel's gaze stays on you with open concern but $l_they lets $l_their kid drag $l_them away. Worrying $l_their bottom lip between $l_their teeth, $l_their frown deepens. "What if $name needs help..?"
$namet clenches $t_their jaw, releasing $t_their $l_dad's wrist as $t_they continues $t_their way to $namel's house across the street. "$name need$m_s space, not people hovering over $m_them. You're just gonna overwhelm $m_them."
"You don't know that," $namel counters gently, giving you one last glance before following $l_their $t_son. "Maybe $m_they need$m_s company."
"Not everyone needs someone to process things," $namet retorts to $t_their $l_dad with a frown. "You should know that better than anyone."
$namel watches as $l_their $t_son storms into the house, the door left ajar, and releases another heavy sigh. "Right..."
"I've got this," $namel hears Ekissa–who was busy parking $j_their car minutes ago–say. $l_They rubs the back of $l_their neck, giving Ekissa a weary smile but the younger $j_man is already making $j_their way over to you.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C119">><</button>>The door opens in front of you as your best friend ushers you inside. "Lemme cook you somethin', yeah? You didn't eat much today."
$j_They closes and locks the door behind $j_them, and puts down the keys on the counter of the kitchen. The house is exactly like you left it. It looks so empty now, though. The color of the furnishings seems to have lost its brilliance, the space seems to be bigger than you remember, the smell of home doesn't smell like home anymore.
<<if $grief == "numb">>You stand there, motionless in the middle of the living room. You don't know what to do with yourself. So you do nothing. Looking but not seeing.
"$name," Ekissa calls out, muttering something under $j_their breath before glancing your way. "$name."
You look over your shoulder. "Yes?"
"You..." $j_they hesitates, running a hand through $j_their snowy white hair. "Can you show me where the onions are?"
"Onions..." you echo, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. You join $j_them in the kitchen and open the door of the small pantry where you store ingredients and vegetables. Reaching in, you grab an onion and turn back towards $j_them, holding it out.
"Thanks," $j_they mumbles, taking the onion and turning it over in $j_their hands, narrowing $j_their eyes as if the vegetable had personally offended $j_them.
"You need help." Not a question.
Your best friend scrunches $j_their nose, shoulders sagging. "Yeah."
<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>You take a deep breath and glance up, managing a small smile as you follow Ekissa into the kitchen. "Need help?"
Your best friend turns around from where $j_they was rummaging in the fridge. $j_They parts $j_their lips, nothing coming out for a moment until $j_they nods. "Yeah, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," you shake your head.
"Good, 'cause I don't know shit about cookin'," $j_they admits bluntly, rubbing the back of $j_their neck as $j_they turns back to the open fridge. "I burn my eggs and can barely cook rice, I'm so bad at it. But you already know that about me."
<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>You take a deep breath and look up. Regaining a fraction of control over your emotions, you follow Ekissa into the kitchen.
"Need help?" you offer.
Your best friend turns around from where $j_they was rummaging in the fridge. $j_They opens $j_their mouth for a moment, seeming at a loss for words, before finally nodding. "Yeah, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," you shake your head.
"Good, 'cause I don't know shit about cookin'," $j_they admits bluntly, rubbing the back of $j_their neck as $j_they turns back to the fridge. "I burn my eggs and can barely cook rice, I'm so bad at it. But you already know that about me."
<<elseif $grief == "crybroken">>You stand there, lost in the middle of the living room. You don't know what to do with yourself. Your fingers brush along the counter as you walk. Your eyes watering again as you sniff.
"$name?" Ekissa startles you, muttering something under $j_their breath before glancing your way. "$name."
You look over your shoulder, voice trembling. "Hm?"
"You..." $j_they hesitates, running a hand roughly through $j_their hair. "Can you show me where your onions are?"
"Onions..." you echo $j_their words in a small, pained noise, making $j_them wince at the sound. You join $j_them in the kitchen and open the door to the small pantry where you store ingredients and vegetables. You grab an onion and turn around, holding it out to $j_them. "Here."
"Thanks," $j_they mumbles, taking the onion and turning it over in $j_their hands, narrowing $j_their eyes as if the vegetable had personally offended $j_them.
"You need help?" you ask softly.
Your best friend scrunches $j_their nose, shoulders sagging. "Yeah."
<<elseif $grief == "denieangry">>You stand there, in the middle of the living room. You don't know what to do with yourself. Your fingers brush along the counter as you walk. Pulling away, you clench your fists with a frown, as if not quite understanding yet why this house feel so empty. Denying the truth, the reason why, the person missing.
"$name?" Ekissa calls out to you, muttering something under $j_their breath before glancing your way. "$name."
You look over your shoulder, frown deepening despite yourself. "Hm?"
"You..." $j_they hesitates, running a hand roughly through $j_their snowy-white curls. "Can you show me where your onions are?"
"Onions..." you echo the word. You join $j_them in the kitchen and open the door of the small pantry where you store ingredients and vegetables. Grabbing an onion, you turn back around and hold it out to $j_them. "Here."
"Thanks," $j_they mumbles, taking the onion and turning it over in $j_their hands, narrowing $j_their eyes as if the vegetable had personally offended $j_them.
"You need help." Not a question.
Your best friend scrunches $j_their nose, shoulders sagging. "Yeah."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C120">><</button>><<set $pastrelationship to "no">>
The afternoon passes by rather calmly. Watching movies <<cycle "$persona1" autoselect>><<option "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">><<option "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><</cycle>>, preparing dinner together <<cycle "$personna2" autoselect>><<option "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<option "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">><</cycle>> and <<cycle "$personna3" autoselect>><<option "focusing intently on the cooking">><<option "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">><</cycle>>.
Just another Saturday.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C15">><</button>><<cycle "$cookingskills" autoselect>><<option "You don't know much about cooking, but you saw $namee cook enough times to have at least a basic understanding.">><<option "You've got good cooking skills.">><<option "You're pretty skilled when it comes to cooking.">><</cycle>>
The hour passes in near-silence, neither of you speaking. The atmosphere is heavy, the air stifling. When you sit down at the table, Ekissa does the same across from you, tossing $j_their black cap aside carelessly as you push and pull at the food on your plate with your fork.
"This is bullshit," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath. $j_They tears $j_their gaze away from $j_their food to meet yours. "They can't just shut you out and stop you from seeing $namee and just because Juliet doesn't like you. Who the fuck does she think she is?"
$j_Their scowl deepens, biting roughly into $j_their food. "They can say their goodbyes but not you? What a bitch."
"Let's just eat," you mumble, not having the force to engage this topic yet.
$j_Their expression pinches with guilt, eyes flicking back down to $j_their plate. "Yeah... Alright."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C121">><</button>><b>09:15
Macara Residence - Home</b>
The sudden sounds of screams, yells, and the screeching of brakes jolts you awake, your eyes snapping open. Your first instinct is to look to the empty space beside you on the bed.
Empty.
Panic grips you as you quickly get up, running from room to room—the bathroom, living room, guest room, pantry, kitchen—searching desperately. You're not even sure if you're running or flying by how fast you're heading from room to room.
You look everywhere. But $e_they's nowhere to find. The bad feeling gets worse when your trembling hand hovers over the front door handle. You open it.
Your breath hitches, eyes watering almost immediately.
Here. Here, in front of you, is the worst view you could've seen in your whole miserable life. You think you might've stumbled on your way, but nothing hurt more than witnessing this.
"$name... $name..." the voice whimpers, lying in the middle of the road.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C122">><</button>>There's blood everywhere around that person. There's so much blood you can't even pinpoint where it's all coming from. You've never felt this scared and helpless.
"Is $e_they okay...?" a stranger slurs, barely able to walk out of his car because of his damn inebriated state.
"Babe, babe," you kneel beside $e_their form but are too scared to touch $e_them and make it worse for $e_them. "Let me... I'll... It's gonna be okay..."
"$namee..." $e_they says weakly between whimpers, $e_their hands feebly trying to reach for you. $e_They coughs, and blood spatters onto your shirt. "Baby...."
"I'm here," you choke out, catching $e_their hand gently with your trembling one and rubbing $e_their skin with your thumb. "I'm here. See?"
"I–I'm sure $e_they's gonna be okay, right?" the monster mumbles. "I was just– I just– I didn't see $e_them, I swear!"
You glare at the man, rage building.
$namee's scream stops you.
Your gaze flicks back to your $e_boyfriend as your eyes widen when you see $namee burning in front of you.
$e_Their body lying on the ground convulses, $e_their skin turning black and starting to melt as flames engulf $e_them.
You want to help $e_them, to reach out and stop the flames.
$e_Their scream gets louder.
You're panicking. You're paralyzed.
$e_They'll die if you don't do something. You have to help $e_them before $e_they–
<<button "NEXT" "P1C123">><</button>>Your eyes snap open.
The ceiling greets you and you're lost for a moment, looking around the room as you try to ground yourself. This is unbearable. This is all too real, your life a living nightmare whether asleep or awake. It's been days, nearly a week since $namee...
You rub your eyes with a weary sigh. You can't tell what time it is. You don't want to know. But you can guess by the quality of the sunlight filtering in that it's either early morning or late afternoon. The light blue sky outside tells you that much.
Your gaze finds the empty spot next to you and your palm can't resist brushing the sheets where $namee should be lying. The waking up is more difficult than you ever imagined. Grabbing $namee's pillow, you pull it close to your chest, wrapping your arms around it. Inhaling deeply, $e_their familiar scent clings to the fabric, causing your breath to hitch as your arms tremble.
"$namee..." you murmur weakly, <<if $grief == "crybroken">>voice hoarse from crying<<else>>voice hoarse from disuse during<</if>> these past days in the confine of your bedroom.
You want to know how $namee had this car accident. How is it possible for a $e_man who's scared of driving fast, to get an accident like this? $e_They was cautious on the road, always driving like a damn old $e_man. There's no way $e_they lost control of the vehicle $e_themself.
You're sure it must've been because of some careless asshole who wasn't paying attention. Maybe they were on a phone call, or it was just a moment of distraction, or maybe they were drunk like in the nightmare you just had. It can't be $namee's fault. $e_They wouldn't drive dangerously.
But you don't know nothing and you'll never find out the full truth. For all you know, it could have been a wild animal darting into the road that caused $namee to swerve off course.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C124">><</button>>Your phone buzzes under your pillow and you squeeze your eyes shut, heart racing and whole body tensing up.
<i>"Babe... I... Help me... I can't– I can't get out of the car..." the sniffs and uneven breaths are the only sounds that reach your ears. "It's bad... really bad... I don't– I–I don't know what to do..."
"I–I... I just... I'm so scared, $name..." $e_their voice quivers. "I didn't– I wanted to hear your voice... Just please... please come."
"NO! No, don't hang up please please..." $e_their voice cracks and you feel your heart clenching, your own throat hitching. "Please don't hang up, okay?"
PLEASE DON'T HANG UP
PLEASE</i>
<b><i>Don't hang up</i></b>
Why did you hang up?
<i>Did you?</i>
<b><i>Did you hang up?
WHY DID YOU HANG UP?</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C125">><</button>><<set $playful2 to 0>><<set $serious2 to 0>>You sit up, clenching your head in your hands as your breathing becomes frantic. You didn't hang up... The phone disconnected, you weren't the one who hung up... Your body shivers, eyes hurting and tears threatening to spill.
It's only when the phone falls silent that your body slowly relaxes, sinking deeper into the mattress. Breathing shakily, you exhale deeply. In and out.
You flinch when the door opens, Ekissa stepping in and clutching $j_their phone, $j_their eyes still bleary with sleep. "Oi, you better watch your tone with me, <i>witch</i>."
To you, $e_they grits $e_their teeth, showing the phone. The name on the screen glares at you. Juliet. $namee's mother.
Ekissa presses the phone back against $j_their ear, mouthing to you silently. "She wanna talk to you. Said she's been trying to call you for days."
You pass a hand over your face with a sigh. You don't want to talk to anyone, you've been avoiding everyone these past days. Well, except Ekissa who's stayed most of the week to keep an eye on you. Juliet is the last person with who you want to talk.
You know perfectly what she's going to say. Something hurtful to break you. Something painful to make you feel like the worst asshole in this whole world.
You don't need her to make you feel this way. You're already doing a stellar job of that yourself.
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*[[You shake your head. You can't deal with this right now.|P1C126]]
*[[You hold out a hand, squaring your shoulders to ready yourself for the impact.|P1C127]]<<set $phonecalljuliet to "no">>"$name $m_is sleepin'," Ekissa says as soon as you shake your head. "So how about you fuck off and just–"
$j_They cuts $j_themself off, freezing as $j_they listens to Juliet on the other end of the line. You frown, wondering what she's telling $j_them for $j_them to react this way. But you can't hear her, all you can do is wait. So that's what you do, shifting on your bed to sit on the edge of it.
"What? Hold on, hold on, hold on. You can't decide this shit," $j_they snaps, blunt nails scratching $j_their neck in frustration. "Of course I'm not the one paying, dumbass! But you didn't buy it in the first place, that's not your decision to make."
Silence.
"Yeah yeah yeah, fuck you," $j_they sneers, hanging up the phone with a sharp jab of $j_their finger before Juliet has time to answer. Shoving $j_their phone back in $j_their sleep pants, $j_they pinches the bridge of $j_their nose before delivering the news. "She wants you to leave the house next Sunday."
<<if $grief == "numb" or $grief == "bottleupstoic">>"Oh," you answer, staring ahead hollowly.<<elseif $grief == "crybroken">>"I see..." you breath out, fingers anxiously drumming against your leg.<<elseif $grief == "denieangry">>You grit your teeth, glaring at your legs.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>"O-Oh," you reply calmly, trying to keep yourself together. "I see..."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C128">><</button>><<set $phonecalljuliet to "yes">>Ekissa gives you a weary look but carefully places the phone in your hand, as if handing you a ticking time bomb. In a sense, it is.
"Juliet," you start slowly.
"$name," she greets you back coldly. "How long did you think you could ignore me? Do you know how many times I called you? I wasted my precious time to call someone who <i>killed</i> my child."
Her blunt words make your eyes widen in shock and surprise. But she's not finished.
"Do you think I want to talk to you? I'm not thrilled at the idea of talking to a murderer but I have to. Trust me, if I could just ignore you, I would. But I can't, because you're always like this. Always a parasite who can't help but ruin people's life," she laughs, the sound loud and dripping with resentment. "How are you going to pay the rent of this little house <i>my</i> baby bought? You don't have any job, do you?"
<<if $grief == "numb" or $grief == "bottleupstoic">>"I don't," you answer, staring ahead hollowly.<<elseif $grief == "crybroken">>"I don't..." you breath out, fingers anxiously drumming against your leg.<<elseif $grief == "denieangry">>"I don't," you grit your teeth. "But that's not your fucking busi-"<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">> "I... I don't," you reply calmly, trying to force a smile. "But I'm sure I'll find-"<</if>>
"Of course you don't," she scoffs. "That's why, because you were important to my child, Kenal and I will let you stay for another week. After that, you'll have to pack your bag and leave. You have nothing to do in my kid's house."
<<if $grief == "numb">>Her words seem to simply pass through you, failing to elicit any real reaction. You stare blankly at your knees. "Alright."
You don't care, you don't even feel anything right now, so her attempts to hurt you don't land. All you want is to be left alone. You don't want to do anything.
"What?" she snaps as if frustrated she didn't get the reaction she was hoping for.
"Alright." you repeat with the same tone, devoid of any emotions. "When do I have to pack my bags?"
"When? Did you hear what I said, $name?!"
"Yes."
"You- YOU..." she sighs loudly into the receiver. "Next Sunday, I want you out of this house!"
She hangs up, and you simply hold Ekissa's phone back out to $j_them.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>You furrow your brows at this. The words is stuck in your throat at what she's asking of you. She wants you to leave. You won't be able to pay the rent if you don't find a job, that much is true, but leaving this place...
"Did you hear me?" she asks agitatedly.
You suck in a breath. "Alright..."
"What?" she snaps as if frustrated she didn't get the reaction she was hoping for.
"Alright." you repeat with the same matter-of-fact tone. "When do I have to pack my bags?"
"When? Did you really hear what I said, $name?! This isn't the time to joke right now."
"Yes."
"You- YOU..." she sighs loudly into the receiver. "Next Sunday, I want you out of this house!"
She hangs up, and you simply hold Ekissa's phone back out to him.<<elseif $grief == "crybroken">>"W-What?" your voice tremble, your free hand gripping the sheets. "I can't... I can't do that."
"I don't care if you can or can't." she snaps. "You won't be able to pay the rent anyway so might as well leave early. What did you think? That you could freeload in my kid's house? No, you're leaving and that's final."
"You can't do this," you retort weakly. "This home is all I have left from $e_them... Please, don't do this to me..."
"Cry all you want, you'll leave. I want you out of this house next Sunday," she hangs up before you can answer.<<elseif $grief == "denieangry">>"What?" you glare at your knees. "I can't leave, this is my home too."
"I don't care if you can or can't." she snaps. "You won't be able to pay the rent anyway so might as well leave early. What did you think? That you could freeload in my kid's house? No, you're leaving and that's final."
"You can't do this," you protest in a snarl, your anger boiling over. "This home is all I have left from $e_them! I bought this house with $e_them, my name is in the fuckin' deed. If you think I'll let you kick me out of this house, you're sorely mistaken."
"Complain all you want, you'll leave. I want you out of this house next Sunday," she hangs up before you can answer.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>"What?" your eyes widen, face falling. "Juliet, I know it must be difficult for-"
"Save it," she cuts you off. "I don't want pity or empathy, especially not from <i>you</i>."
"Please, let's just talk about it," you continue, undeterred. "This house is mine too, you can't do this. This is all I have left from $namee... I bought this house with $e_them, my name is in the deed."
"Cry all you want, you'll leave. I want you out of this house next Sunday," she hangs up before you can answer.<</if>>
Realization dawns on Ekissa, who has been silent until now. $j_They narrows $j_their eyes. "She wants you to leave the house."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C128">><</button>>Your best friend shakes $j_their head. "That's so fucked up. You bought this house too, both $namee's and your name are in the deed. She's just being a drama queen. She thinks she's the only who lost someone?"
Slipping $j_their phone back in $j_their sleep pants, $j_they scoffs. "You know what? Let's just have breakfast, yeah? Don't need a bitch ruinin' the already shitty mood."
So you two do just that. Preparing the breakfast, eating and drinking in front of a random movie playing on the TV in the living room. <<cycle "$eatafterdeath" autoselect>><<option "You eat everything as if you've been starved for days">><<option "You eat a bit just to not have Ekissa on your back">><<option "You don't eat anything">><</cycle>>.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C129">><</button>>"I could talk with Gabrielle," Ekissa says suddenly, glancing over at you with a shrug.
Your attention remains focused on the TV. "Who's Gabrielle...?"
"You know, the manager at the bar where I sing on the weekends. Maybe she's searching for someone to work there, you never know." $j_they waves a hand vaguely around the room. "It won't be much for the rent, but it's a start, right? I could try to get you a meeting with her."
----
*[["You're sure she wanna deal with someone who's been a real ray of sunshine these past few days?" you try to joke with a brief small smile.|P1C130]]
*[[You hum, considering the offer seriously. "You think she'll hire me?"|P1C131]]
*[["Should I tell her I lost someone to play on her pity and get hired?" you joke weakly.|P1C132]]
*[["If you don't mind," you nod.|P1C133]]<<set $pastrelationship to "many">>
The afternoon passes by rather calmly. Watching movies <<cycle "$persona1" autoselect>><<option "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">><<option "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><</cycle>>, preparing dinner together <<cycle "$personna2" autoselect>><<option "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<option "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">><</cycle>> and <<cycle "$personna3" autoselect>><<option "focusing intently on the cooking">><<option "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">><</cycle>>.
Just another Saturday.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C15">><</button>><<set $playful2 to $playful2 to + 1>>$j_Their expression darkens as $j_they shakes $j_their head. "It's okay if you don't feel like smiling like an idiot all day. You don't have to be one way or another, if she doesn't wanna hire you then I'll ask elsewhere. You're dealin' with something heavy, don't force yourself."
"It was supposed to be..." you sigh. <i>A joke</i>. That's what you had tried to say, but you simply shrug instead. "Alright."
Ekissa reaches out, gently squeezing your shoulder. "Hey, I got your back, yeah? No pressure, just one step at a time."
You nod with a sigh. "I don't know what I'd do without you here."
A small grin tugs at $j_their lips. "Dunno either. You finished that plate? I can get you seconds if you're still hungry."
You chuckle weakly. "Nah, I'm good. I just..."
Your gaze drifts to the window, a somber expression crossing your face. You miss $namee. You miss $e_them so much. This house feels so empty without $e_them.
You don't have to say it out loud for your best friend to understand. Ekissa's features soften with empathy. "I know, $name."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C134">><</button>><<set $serious2 to $serious2 + 1>>"There's only one way to find out," $j_they gives you a small smile. "I'll talk to Gabrielle. And if that doesn't work out, I can always ask around elsewhere."
You nod slowly. "If you're sure, then... thanks."
"Hey, that's what best friends are for, right? I'm not letting you go through this alone." $j_Their expression turns more serious. "And we'll figure out a way to deal with Juliet and this whole house situation too. You're not getting kicked out, I promise."
You manage a weak smile.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C134">><</button>><<set $playful2 to $playful2 + 1>>Ekissa stays still for a moment, blinking slowly. A sudden bark of laughter echoes in the room as $j_they shakes his head, "If I were you? I'd do it."
"I have no doubt," you huff, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.
"No but, seriously," $j_they gives you a small smile, reaching out to squeeze your knee. "I'll talk to her if you want. And if that doesn't work out, I can always ask around elsewhere."
You nod slowly. "Alright, thanks."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C134">><</button>><<set $serious2 to $serious2 + 1>>"I don't mind," $j_they gives you a small smile, reaching out to squeeze your knee. "I'll talk to her if you want. And if it doesn't work out, I can always ask elsewhere."
"Alright, thanks."
"Hey, that's what best friends are for, right? I'm not letting you go through this alone." $j_Their expression turns more earnest. "And we'll figure out a way to deal with Juliet and this whole house situation too. You're not getting kicked out, I promise."
You manage a weak smile.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C134">><</button>>The warm breeze seeps in the house through the open windows. You'd almost forgotten it was summer. To be honest, so much happened so fast. The heat doesn't seem as important as what you felt just days ago. You remember $namee complaining about it, you had yourself complained about it.
It feels so distant now. Maybe the loneliness makes you feel colder than what you're supposed to feel in this weather.
"$namel asked about you by the way." Your attention slowly turns back to your friend who grimaces. "That $l_man is... annoying."
"$l_They tried to flirt with you," you guess easily.
$j_They nods, expression pinched in disgust, as if tasting something too sour for $j_their palate. "$l_They's annoying."
Yeah, you figured as much. $namel is... well, just being $namel. And you know your best friend. Ekissa <i>hates</i> people. People's attention always put $j_them on edge. That's ironic knowing that Ekissa love singing for people, $j_they loves sharing $j_their art and spending hours talking about the meaning of each of $j_their paintings or song $j_they wrote.
Because Ekissa isn't just a singer but $j_they's a painter too. Everything related to art? You can be sure $j_they's tried $j_their hand at it at least once. Painting, singing, drawing, sculpting, writing, playing any instruments $j_they can get $j_their hands on. You don't think you'd be lying if you say $j_they tried everything. That's how $j_they earns money, selling $j_their paintings and performing at local bars. Fame never interested $j_them though.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C135">><</button>>"But $l_they asked about you," Ekissa continues, leaning back against the couch. $j_Their fingers, adorned with silver rings, drum quietly against $j_their thighs. "Asked if you were alright."
"What did you tell $l_them?" you tilt your head, curious.
$j_They shrugs. "That $l_they should ask you $l_themself. I'm not $l_their errand $j_boy."
No surprise here. Ekissa has never made any effort to hide $j_their dislike for people.
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*[[You shake your head with a smile. Yeah, that's pretty much your best friend alright. You can't help but tease Ekissa. "You ever tried to, y'know, get along with people?"|P1C136]]
*[[You cock a brow, not surprised by the outcome. "Yeah, I figured as much."|P1C137]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Maybe he doesn't know how to approach me?" you explain.|P1C138]]<<else>>[["Maybe she doesn't know how to approach me?" you explain.|P1C138]]<</if>>
*[["Don't scare my neighbor too soon," you say, amused.|P1C139]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You tilt your head. "You really don't like him much, huh?"|P1C140]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You tilt your head. "You really don't like her much, huh?"|P1C140]]<</if>>
*[["That's exactly how a enemies-to-lovers trope starts," you tease Ekissa.|P1C141]]<<set $playful2 to $playful2 + 1>>"Yeah, that's why we're friends," $j_they deadpans.
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Okay, let me ask again. You ever tried to get along with <i>other</i> people?"
$j_They looks at you as if you're being completely silly. $j_They blinks slowly, probably wondering why you'd ask such a dumb question. "Why would I need other people?"
$j_They says it with so much conviction that you find yourself wondering the same thing. $j_Their answer brings a small smile to your lips as you nod. "Why indeed."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C142">><</button>><<set $serious2 to $serious2 + 1>>"What's that supposed to mean?" $j_they frowns.
You give $j_them a deadpan look. "You're not the sunshine person you think you are."
That makes $j_their frown deepen as $j_they purses $j_their lips. "Never said I was a sunshine."
"Good to know you're not delusional," you nod, a flicker of amusement dancing in your eyes.
Ekissa huffs, rolling $j_their eyes. "Don't act like you're any better, $name."
You allow a small smile. "I don't know what you're talking about."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C142">><</button>><<set $serious2 to $serious2 +1>>"And that's my problem because?" $j_they raises an eyebrow.
"I'm just saying that maybe $namel talked to you to avoid upsetting me or overwhelming me," you say. "Maybe $l_they wanted to be considerate?"
$j_They hums, nodding slowly, not really caring. $j_They's not good at hiding it. "Riiiight. Sorry. My bad."
You narrow your eyes at Ekissa's response. "You don't sound very sorry about that."
Ekissa shrugs, a smug smile playing on $j_their lips. "That's because I'm not."
"Ever heard of 'giving someone the benefit of the doubt'?"
"What's that?"
You roll your eyes.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C142">><</button>><<set $playful2 to $playful2 + 1>>"I doubt this $l_man could ever be scared," Ekissa drawls. "$l_They's like a masochist, the more you push $l_them away, the more $l_they seems to be intrigued."
"Maybe you should give $l_them a chance," you tease.
"Take that back."
Your smile widens ever so slightly. "What? Don't like $l_them? You two would be the perfect coup-"
"Don't finishes that sentence," Ekissa narrow $j_their eyes at you, grimacing in disgust before adding. "$namel and 'couple' don't mix well. $l_Them and I would be worse."
"Yeah," you huff a laugh. "That's $namel for you."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C142">><</button>><<set $pastrelationship to "meh">>
The afternoon passes by rather calmly. Watching movies <<cycle "$persona1" autoselect>><<option "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">><<option "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><</cycle>>, preparing dinner together <<cycle "$personna2" autoselect>><<option "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<option "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">><</cycle>> and <<cycle "$personna3" autoselect>><<option "focusing intently on the cooking">><<option "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">><</cycle>>.
Just another Saturday.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C15">><</button>><<set $serious2 to $serious2 + 1>>"Why would I?" Ekissa scrunches $j_their nose. "I don't like people like $l_them."
"You don't like people," you point out matter-of-factly.
$j_They nods, unashamed. "Yeah, that too."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C142">><</button>><<set $playful2 to $playful2 + 1>>"Take that back," $j_their expression scrunches up in a grimace. "Why do you gotta imagine stuff like that?"
"Don't like it?" you bite back a little smile. "Isn't it romantic?"
"More like horror," $j_they shakes $j_their head firmly under your amused gaze. "Never do that again."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C142">><</button>>Knocks burst your little bubble as you furrow your brows, staring at the door wearily.
"Stay here, I'll see who is it," your friend says, getting up from the couch and leaving you in the living room to pad to the front door.
Looking at the glass doors, you observe the outside idly. Now that you think about it, $catname didn't come back. You'd be lying if you say you're not worried. You've spent these past days sleeping or job hunting. But you also tried to find him, in vain. You didn't ask the neighbors, that's something Ekissa did for you, even if $j_they's not exactly the best with people.
Your frown deepens. Maybe the "lil cutie" left. You two never were on good terms. The cat seemed to despise you so you wouldn't be surprised if he felt $namee's... disappearance and decided to go find his owner or to just... find another one. Better than you. Someone who'd look out for him. Someone else than you.
Knowing that $catname was precious to $namee still makes you feel a bit guilty. The cat left and you don't know where he is. You just hope he's not letting himself die like you've seen some animals do on social media.
"$name...?" a voice echoes.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C143">><</button>>You turn your attention to the person before you. You pause. The usual strict and annoying woman standing a few feet away has a crestfallen expression on her face now. She approaches carefully, as if afraid you might bolt at any sudden movement. Your neighbor, Emilia Lazin, look like anything but the woman you know.
Her husband follows behind her, his face no better. Eyes red and puffy, a running nose and some soft noises escaping his throat.
You feel like a circus beast. Too exposed. Vulnerable. You're put on a spot, people looking at you as if at any moment you'll pounce on them or break down. You're there, sitting on the couch, being approached by people who didn't have you in their heart and who are now worried for you.
You never hated them and they never hated you. But you're not friends either. You barely talk to them. The only times being because of their kids.
Ekissa joins them, a scowl on $j_their face, not too happy that the couple has succeeded in getting in. But it's too late, the two slowly sit down on either side of you on the couch.
"I'm so sorry, $name..." Emilia is the first to break the silence, her hands trembling as she takes yours carefully. "I'm so sorry..."
"We wanted to come sooner but we didn't know if you'd be okay just after..." Matteo trails off, unable to finish his sentence as he sniffs and wipes away his tears.
"We're here," Emilia murmurs, squeezing your hands gently. "We're here if you need anything, <i>anything</i> at all."
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*[[You're uncomfortable, shoulders tensing at the heavy atmosphere and the way they're acting towards you. Her touch.|P1C144]]
*[[You stare at her hand, not knowing what to say.|P1C145]]
*[[You're not best friends, but the comfort and touch are appreciated.|P1C146]]<<set $touch to "nope">> <<set $lazincouple to "uncomfortable">>"Keep your hands to yourself," Ekissa tells Emilia through gritted teeth, $j_their arms crossed against $j_their chest. "I told you to wait outside while I ask $name if $m_they wanna see you. Are you deaf or just stupid?"
Emilia pulls her hands away immediately, but ignores your friend, giving you an apologetic smile. "I understand if we're just making you uncomfortable. But I'm serious about what I said. If you need anything, Matteo and I will do our best to help you."
"We're not close but..." her husband shrugs helplessly. "...maybe we can change that? It's partly our fault and it's okay if you can't stand us. We'll be here when you're ready... or not."
You find yourself nodding. You don't know what else to do or say. What do they want from you? The whole "we're sorry, let's be friends" is a difficult pill to swallow. You had to lose someone for them to see you as more than just the annoying neighbor dating their friend? You had to lose $namee for them to try to get along with you?
It's not enough to hate them but it's enough for you to want them away from you. At least right now. You don't feel like relieving them of the guilt they must be feeling towards you. It's too easy to simply forgive and forget.
"Riiight," Ekissa says, gesturing towards the door with $j_their hand. "If you're done."
"Maybe we could–" Emilia tries to continue.
"Nah thanks," $j_they cuts the woman off.
"But–"
Ekissa scowls at the couple. "Just get the fuck outta here before I make you."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C147">><</button>><<set $touch to "dunno">><<set $lazincouple to "neutral">>"Keep your hands to yourself," Ekissa tells Emilia through gritted teeth, $j_their arms crossed against $j_their chest. "I told you to wait outside while I ask $name if $m_they wanna see you. Are you deaf or just stupid?"
Emilia pulls her hands away immediately, but ignores your friend, giving you an apologetic smile. "I understand if we're just making you uncomfortable. But I'm serious about what I said. If you need anything, Matteo and I will do our best to help you."
"We're not close but..." her husband shrugs helplessly. "...maybe we can change that? It's partly our fault and it's okay if you can't stand us. We'll be here when you're ready... or not."
You find yourself nodding. You don't know what else to do or say. What do they want from you? You had to lose someone for them to see you as more than just the annoying neighbor dating their friend? You had to lose $namee for them to try to get along with you? You don't know how to feel about this sudden shift in their behavior.
They're reaching out, offering a hand, but you're not sure if you want to take it. A part of you feels grateful they're making efforts to move forward with you. They could've ignore you or been even worse with you. They could've let you deal with your messy life alone and completely forgotten you even exist. But they didn't and they're here for you.
Yet another part of you finds it too easy for them to come to you with empty words, expecting you to be okay with it. It's too easy to forgive and forget. You never held a special place in their hearts, not like $namee did. You never held a place at all, you weren't even in the picture.
"Riiight," Ekissa says, gesturing towards the door with $j_their hand. "If you're done."
"Maybe we could–" Emilia tries to continue.
"Nah thanks," $j_they cuts the woman off.
"But–"
Ekissa scowls at the couple. "Just get the fuck outta here before I make you."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C147">><</button>><<set $touch to "yup">> <<set $lazincouple to "comfortable">>Ekissa narrows $j_their eyes at the couple, arms crossed against $j_their chest. "I told you to wait outside while I ask $name if $m_they wanna see you. Are you deaf or just stupid?"
Emilia ignores your friend and gives you an apologetic smile. "I understand if we're just making you uncomfortable. But I'm serious about what I said. If you need anything, Matteo and I will do our best to help you."
"We're not close but..." her husband shrugs helplessly. "...maybe we can change it? It's partly our fault and it's okay if you can't stand us. We'll be here when you're ready... or not."
You feel yourself smiling, if a little bit. "Thanks."
Emilia's eyes light up, her smile widening. You think you just made her day. Her husband is no different. They look like excited puppies who are waiting to play with you, you can almost see their tails waggling.
You can see they're making an effort to reach out, and you don't mind taking their offered hand. There's no harm in trying to get along. A part of you feels grateful they're making efforts to move forward with you. They could've ignore you or been even worse with you. They could've let you deal with your messy life alone and completely forgotten you even exist. But they didn't and they're here for you.
However, another tiny part of you finds it a little... fast. It's too easy to forgive and forget. You never held a special place in their hearts, not like $namee did. You never held a place at all, you weren't even in the picture.
Though, seeing their sincere smiles... they're not so bad. Emilia pats the back of your hand with her free hand. "I'll be sure to make you taste my new cookie recipes! Theodor and Carly love them."
"Riiight," Ekissa says, gesturing towards the door with $j_their hand. "If you're done."
"Maybe we could–" Emilia tries to continue.
"Nah thanks," $j_they cuts the woman off.
"But–"
$j_They scowls at them. "Look, I know you wanna be nice but I was having a moment with my bestie before you two had to come and ruin it. So just get outta here and come back tomorrow or somethin'."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C147">><</button>>"Anyone's here?" another voice sing-songs. "$name? Ekissa?"
"Oh, c'mon," Ekissa groans, pinching the bridge of $j_their nose. "Is it a fuckin' zoo?"
Emilia stands up from the couch, taking her husband's hand as she smiles at you. "We'll leave you be. Don't hesitate to call us."
The couple takes their leave, and it's your turn to get up and walk them to the door, to see who's calling you. You know who is it, of course. This voice isn't easy to forget even if you tried. But you're more curious about the reason for his visit.
Stopping a few feet away, Ekissa by your side, $namel throws you a charming smile. The one you know too well. $l_Their worried, anxious and sad expression gone from $l_their face, now replaced by the $namel you've come to know. The persistent neighbor. Always in a shirt that exposes almost everything.
You don't know how $l_they manages to make it seem elegant when the fabric on someone else would be considered vulgar.
"Hey, there's my favorite neighbor," $namel says lightly, the dimple on $l_their left cheek popping. "I brought some—Hey Emi', Hi Matt'—wine and a chicken."
You look at the said chicken, only to see that it's raw.
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*[["A raw chicken?" you frown, confused.|P1C148]]
*[[You blink slowly at the chicken. "A raw chicken. You want us to eat it...?"|P1C149]]
*[["Woaaaw... a... raw chicken," you say, trying to bite back a laugh. "That's... nice of you."|P1C150]]
*[["Is it for our ritual? You didn't bring a goat though? We need goat's blood." you sigh dramatically.|P1C151]]
*[["While I like... chicken, I don't eat raw chicken," you say before adding seriously. "Thanks though."|P1C152]]
*[["Oh my god, that's exactly this chicken I was searching for, where did you find it?" you gasp, biting back your laugh.|P1C153]]<<set $serious2 to $serious2 + 1>>"A pretty raw chicken ready to be cooked," $namel supplies, $l_their thumb pointing at $l_themself. "I'm the bonus. The eye candy."
"Of <i>course</i> you are," you hear Ekissa deadpan.
"What do you mean?" you get back on track before they start bickering. "I didn't know we had something planned?"
$namel pushes the raw chicken and wine in Ekissa's hands. All you get for an answer is "Wouldn't it be nice to share a dinner all together?"
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*[["Not really no," you deadpan.|P1C154]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as he thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<<else>>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as she thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You stare at him, enough to make his smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You stare at her, enough to make her smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<</if>>
*[[You shrug with a small smile. "Yeah, why not?"|P1C157]]
*[[You tilt your head, thinking about it before finally shrugging. "I mean, free food's free food, right?"|P1C158]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making him wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making her wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<</if>><<set $serious2 to $serious2 + 1>>"I mean," $namel tilts $l_their head from side to side. "That was the plan, yeah. We could cook it and–"
"We?" you hear Ekissa echo the words, an edge of frustration in $j_their voice.
"You, me, $name and $namet, who else?" the older $l_man answers as if it's obvious. This earns a groan from Ekissa. Your neighbor ignores it though, pushing the raw chicken and wine in your friend's hands. "Wouldn't it be nice to share a dinner all together?"
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*[["Not really no," you deadpan.|P1C154]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as he thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<<else>>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as she thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You stare at him, enough to make his smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You stare at her, enough to make her smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<</if>>
*[[You shrug with a small smile. "Yeah, why not?"|P1C157]]
*[[You tilt your head, thinking about it before finally shrugging. "I mean, free food's free food, right?"|P1C158]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making him wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making her wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<</if>><<if $persona1 == "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">> <<set $caring to $caring + 1>><<set $showaloof to false>><<set $showcaring to true>><<elseif $persona1 == "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><<set $aloof to $aloof + 1>><<set $showaloof to true>><<set $showcaring to false>><</if>><<if $personna2 == "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">> <<set $distant to $distant to + 1>><<set $showwarm to false>><<set $showdistant to true>> <<elseif $personna2 == "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">> <<set $warm to $warm + 1>><<set $showwarm to true>><<set $showdistant to false>><</if>><<if $personna3 == "focusing intently on the cooking">> <<set $serious to $serious + 1>><<set $showserious to true>><<set $showplayful to false>><<elseif $personna3 == "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">> <<set $playful to $playful + 1>><<set $showserious to false>><<set $showplayful to true>><</if>><<set $relationcheck to true>><b>06:37</b>
<b>Macara Residence - Home</b>
As you stir awake, the familiar, cozy bedroom comes into focus. The room is quiet, save for the faint sounds of birds chirping outside and, despite the warmth out there, the air conditioner keeps the room at a comfortable temperature.
"Happy anniversary," is the first thing $e_they murmurs this morning. $e_Their voice barely above a whisper as $e_their face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, $e_their arms wrapping around you.
Your eyes flutter open, your hand instinctively finding its way to $e_their back, rubbing soothing circles that draw a content sigh from $e_them.
Of course, today isn't exactly your birthday, but it's a day just as important. Three years together, three years of $e_them standing by your side through the good and bad. So much has happened in just those three short years, and yet, it still never feels like enough time spent at $e_their side.
Tangles up beneath the covers, legs intertwined with $e_theirs, you draw yourself in closer until your body is pressed flush against $e_theirs, as if the distance between you is simply too much to bear.
"Happy anniversary," you murmur in turn, caressing $e_their hair and pulling $e_them a bit closer into your embrace with your free hand.
$e_Their smile is radiant when $e_they leans back enough to look at you, $e_their eyes just as warm as the first day you met, if not more.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C16">><</button>><<set $playful2 to $playful2 + 1>>$namel stares at you, at your smile, at the muffled laugh. Too long to be comfortable. $l_They blinks, $l_their smile widening. "Right? I'm a nice guy after all. I thought we could cook it and–"
"We?" you hear Ekissa echoes the words with an edge of frustration. You realize $j_they was also staring at you and you wonder if they're going to act like this each time you feel like laughing after what happened.
"You, me, $name and $namet, who else?" the older $l_man answers as if it's obvious. Something that earns a groan from Ekissa. Your neighbor ignores it though, pushing the raw chicken and wine in your friend's hands. "Wouldn't it be nice to share a dinner all together?"
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*[["Not really no," you deadpan.|P1C154]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as he thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<<else>>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as she thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You stare at him, enough to make his smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You stare at her, enough to make her smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<</if>>
*[[You shrug with a small smile. "Yeah, why not?"|P1C157]]
*[[You tilt your head, thinking about it before finally shrugging. "I mean, free food's free food, right?"|P1C158]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making him wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making her wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<</if>><<set $playful2 to $playful2 + 1>>$namel stares at you, at your smile, at the muffled laugh. Too long to be comfortable. $namel blinks, $l_their smile widening. "Yeah, that. The ritual." A pause. "A ritual?"
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes at the dense $l_man. You realize $j_they was also staring at you and you wonder if they're going to act like this each time you feel like laughing after what happened. "$m_Theyre fuckin' with you."
That only make $namel's expression brightens even more. $l_they doesn't hesitate to play along. "I would've brought some goat's blood if I knew you'd need it. But I'm afraid we're going to content ourselves with this chicken."
"We?" you echo.
"You, me, Ekissa and $namet, who else?" the older $l_man answers as if it's obvious. Something that earns a groan from Ekissa. Your neighbor ignores it though, pushing the raw chicken and wine in your friend's hands. "Wouldn't it be nice to share a dinner all together?"
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*[["Not really no," you deadpan.|P1C154]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as he thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<<else>>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as she thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You stare at him, enough to make his smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You stare at her, enough to make her smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<</if>>
*[[You shrug with a small smile. "Yeah, why not?"|P1C157]]
*[[You tilt your head, thinking about it before finally shrugging. "I mean, free food's free food, right?"|P1C158]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making him wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making her wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<</if>><<set $serious2 to $serious2 + 1>>Undeterred, $namel's smile only widens. "Don't worry. That's why I'm here."
"And... why are you here?" you ask cautiously, already knowing where this is going.
"To cook it for you of course," $namel declares, pushing the raw chicken and wine in Ekissa's hands. $l_They spreads $l_their arms wide, like those business people trying to sell you something. The difference is, $l_they's trying to sell $l_themself right now. "Wouldn't it be nice to share a dinner all together?"
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*[["Not really no," you deadpan.|P1C154]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as he thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<<else>>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as she thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You stare at him, enough to make his smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You stare at her, enough to make her smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<</if>>
*[[You shrug with a small smile. "Yeah, why not?"|P1C157]]
*[[You tilt your head, thinking about it before finally shrugging. "I mean, free food's free food, right?"|P1C158]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making him wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making her wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<</if>><<set $playful2 to $playful2 + 1>>$namel stares at you, at your smile, at the muffled laugh. Too long to be comfortable. $l_They blinks, $l_their smile widening as $l_they looks down at the chicken, now very much curious about it. "Yeah? I bought the first one I saw to be honest, I didn't know you were picky with this kind of things. I bought it at the-"
Ekissa sighs exasperatedly next to you, tearing $j_their gaze away from you. You realize $j_they was also staring at you and you wonder if they're going to act like this each time you feel like laughing after what happened. "$m_Theyre fuckin' with you."
The older $l_man meets your and Ekissa's gaze before grinning, unbothered.
"I see. Well, I'm here to cook it for you." $namel pushes the raw chicken and wine in Ekissa's hands. $l_They spreads $l_their arms like those business people who try to sell you suspicious things. The difference is, $l_they's trying to sell $l_themself right now. "Wouldn't it be nice to share a dinner all together?"
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*[["Not really no," you deadpan.|P1C154]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as he thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<<else>>[[Slowly, a bright smile appears on your lips and just as she thinks you'll accept– "No."|P1C155]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You stare at him, enough to make his smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[[You stare at her, enough to make her smile starting to falter. You nod. "Yeah, alright."|P1C156]]<</if>>
*[[You shrug with a small smile. "Yeah, why not?"|P1C157]]
*[[You tilt your head, thinking about it before finally shrugging. "I mean, free food's free food, right?"|P1C158]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making him wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["A dinner, huh?" you hum, making her wait before smiling. "No, but thanks tho."|P1C159]]<</if>><<set $persona2 to "intimidgrump">> <<set $persona3 to "intimid">><<set $choicedinner to "no">>"But what if I'm super quiet–"
"No."
"What if I cook and leave–"
"No."
"What if I stay outside–"
"Why would you do that?" you huff. "Might as well staying at your house if you're just gonna stay outside."
"Then I should come in, right?"
"Still no."
"C'mon, I'm not that annoying, am I?" $namel gasps in mock-offense, Ekissa biting $j_their tongue to stop $j_themself from telling the old $l_man just how annoying $l_they can be. "I'm sure I can make you change your mind."
"I doubt it."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C154.1">><</button>>Sitting on the couch, you sigh as $namel cooks in the kitchen, Ekissa hovering to make sure the old $l_man really knows how to cook and doesn't just burn everything. Ironic knowing your best friend should be the last one to be left in a kitchen.
Glancing at your neighbor, you shake your head. There was no way of changing $l_their mind. $l_They didn't budge and you got tired of the back and fourth. You still had the last word, of course, telling $l_them it's the first and last time. $l_They had let you have the last word on this. But you both know this situation will happen again.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C160">><</button>><<set $persona2 to "intimidcheer">> <<set $persona3 to "intimid">><<set $choicedinner to "no">>"But what if I'm super quiet–"
"No."
"What if I cook and leave–"
"Nope."
"What if I stay outside–"
"Why would you do that?" you huff a laugh. "Might as well staying at your house if you're just gonna stay outside."
"Then I should come in, right?"
"Still no," you sing-song. "Nice try tho."
"C'mon, I'm not that annoying, am I?" $l_they gasps in mock-offense, Ekissa biting $j_their tongue to not tell the old $l_man how annoying $l_they can be. "I'm sure I can make you change your mind."
"I doubt it."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C155.1">><</button>>Sitting on the couch, you sigh as $namel cooks in the kitchen, Ekissa hovering to make sure the old $l_man really knows how to cook and doesn't just burn everything. Ironic knowing your best friend should be the last one to be left in a kitchen.
Glancing at your neighbor, you shake your head. There was no way of changing $l_their mind. $l_They didn't budge and you got tired of the back and fourth. You still had the last word, of course, telling $l_them it's the first and last time. $l_They had let you have the last word on this. But you both know this situation will happen again.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C160">><</button>><<set $persona2 to "intimidgrump">> <<set $persona3 to "intimid">><<set $choicedinner to "yes">>"Yeah?" $namel repeats. $l_Their eyes darting back and forth between your best friend and you "Just like that? No fight?"
"Do you want me to fight on this?" you frown, confused.
"I mean, I expected more than just..." $l_they waves $l_their hand around vaguely. "...this."
"Then no."
"...What?"
"Make up your mind already," you sigh, getting frustrated. "I'm wasting my breath here."
"Alright, alright, no fight then," $l_they smiles apologetically before clasping $l_their hands together. "Lead the way."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C156.1">><</button>>Sitting on the couch, you busy yourself as much as you can while $namel is cooking in the kitchen, Ekissa hovering to make sure the old $l_man really know how to cook and doesn't just burn everything. Ironic knowing your best friend should be the last one to be left in a kitchen.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C160">><</button>><<set $persona2 to "charmout">> <<set $persona3 to "charm">><<set $choicedinner to "yes">>"Yeah?" $namel repeats. $l_Their eyes darting back and forth between your best friend and you "Just like that? No fight?"
"Do you want me to fight on this?" you tilt your head, more amused than anything. "Should I tell you no so you can give me some arguments and then accept?"
"I mean, I expected more than just..." $l_they waves $l_their hand around vaguely. "...this."
"Then no." you shrug.
"...What?"
You sigh good-naturedly. This discussion is going nowhere. "Let's just get in, yeah?"
"Alright, alright, no fight then," $l_they smiles apologetically before clasping $l_their hands together. "Lead the way."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C157.1">><</button>>Sitting on the couch, you busy yourself as much as you can while $namel is cooking in the kitchen, Ekissa hovering to make sure the old $l_man really know how to cook and doesn't just burn everything. Ironic knowing your best friend should be the last one to be left in a kitchen.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C160">><</button>><<set $persona2 to "charmcalm">> <<set $persona3 to "charm">><<set $choicedinner to "yes">>"Yeah?" $namel repeats. $l_Their eyes darting back and forth between your best friend and you "Just like that? No fight?"
"Do you want me to fight on this?" you tilt your head, more amused than anything. "Should I tell you no so you can give me some arguments and then accept?"
"I mean, I expected more than just..." $l_they waves $l_their hand around vaguely. "...this."
"$namel."
"...What?"
You sigh good-naturedly. This discussion is going nowhere. "Let's just get in, yeah?"
"Alright, alright, no fight then," $l_they smiles apologetically before clasping $l_their hands together. "Lead the way."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C158.1">><</button>>Sitting on the couch, you busy yourself as much as you can while $namel is cooking in the kitchen, Ekissa hovering to make sure the old $l_man really know how to cook and doesn't just burn everything. Ironic knowing your best friend should be the last one to be left in a kitchen.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C160">><</button>><<set $persona2 to "charmcalm">> <<set $persona3 to "charm">><<set $choicedinner to "no">>"But what if I'm super quiet–"
"I don't think you could be quiet for longer than five minutes."
"What if I cook and leave–"
"Nope. That's just wasting your time to cook for someone only to leave just after."
"What if I stay outside–"
"Why would you do that?" you huff a laugh. "Might as well stay at your house if you're just gonna stay outside."
"Then I should come in, right?"
"Still no." you sing-song.
"C'mon, I'm not that annoying, am I?" $namel gasps in mock-offense, Ekissa biting $j_their tongue to not tell the old $l_man how annoying $l_they can be. "I'm sure I can make you change your mind."
"I don't know about that."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C159.1">><</button>>Sitting on the couch, you sigh as $namel cooks in the kitchen, Ekissa hovering to make sure the old $l_man really knows how to cook and doesn't just burn everything. Ironic knowing your best friend should be the last one to be left in a kitchen.
Glancing at your neighbor, you shake your head. There was no way of changing $l_their mind. $l_They didn't budge and you got tired of the back and fourth. You still had the last word, of course, telling $l_them it's the first and last time. $l_They had let you have the last word on this. But you both know this situation will happen again.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C160">><</button>>Being this beautiful first thing in the morning should be considered a crime.
"Have I ever told you, you were hot?" $e_they asks, giving you a playful wink. "I should take a picture of you, like, right now. Then I can have it framed and hang it on the wall in our living room."
<<if $sarcastic is 1>>"Sounds lovely," you quip. <<else>>"A framed picture of my face in the living room?" you echo $e_their words with a grimace.<</if>>
"I should do it," <<print $namee>> nods, a determined glint in $e_their eyes.
<<if $sarcastic is 1>>"That was sarcasm, <<print $namee>>." <<else>>"I don't think that's a very good id–"<</if>>
"Oh, I'm gonna do it."
"<<print $namee>>–"
A flurry of kisses across your forehead, cheeks, nose - wherever $e_their lips can reach - cuts you off as you sigh, more amused than anything. $e_They finishes with a loud smack on your lips. "Okay, fine, I won't do it, but you have to admit it's a good idea."
<<if $blunt is 1>>"Not really, no..."<<else>>"Maybe in another life," you comment.<</if>>
"Anyway!" $e_they exclaims, brushing off your words. "How about breakfast?"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C17">><</button>><<if $showintimid is true>><<set $showintimid to false>><<elseif $showcharm is true>><<set $showcharm to false>><</if>><<if $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showinticharm to true>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showcharminti to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showintimid to true>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showcharm2 to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><</if>><<set $edeath to "yes">>There's a new addition though. $namel's $t_son. $namel's $t_son who refused to butt in and intrude your space. $namet was clear with $t_their $l_dad, $t_they wouldn't put a foot in your house, not before being sure you're okay with it. So $namel was fast to get your permission.
After some insistence to $l_their kid, $namel convinced $namet to come.
$namet stands in the living room, arms crossed against $t_their chest and shoulder leaning against the closed glass doors. Always looking sharp with $t_their tailored clothes. You don't think $t_they's moved since $t_they stepped into your house. $t_Their gaze stays stubbornly outside, as if looking around your place was too personal for $t_them.
From the little you know of $t_them, $t_they's someone rather tricky to read, not talking much except to tell $t_their $l_dad to stop being, well, $t_their $l_dad; not showing much emotions, not even looking too long at people. Everything about $namet scream "leave me alone". $t_They talks only when necessary and if $t_they can just nod or shake $t_their head? You bet $t_they'd do it.
But right now, instead of $t_their usual unreadable face, there's a frown between $t_their brows. $t_They seems so out of $t_their element, out of place. $t_Their shoulders are tense and body rigid. The $t_man looks like the typical bodyguard you don't wanna mess with.
Your eyes meet each other's. $t_They's quick to look away, frown deepening. You wonder if $t_they's like Ekissa, disliking people's attention, or just people in general. Or maybe $t_they's just uncomfortable being near you. With... what happened, maybe $t_they wants to avoid dealing with someone who's grieving.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C161">><</button>>"No- what are you doing? Why do you try to put cream in a teriyaki chicken?" $namel's voice can be heard from the kitchen.
"Why not?" comes Ekissa's gruff reply. "Some idiots put pineapple on their pizza."
"This isn't a pizza thought, is it?" $namel teases.
"Are you really okay with us here?"
Your eyes tear away from the others' bickering, your attention on $namet who surprisingly just spoke. The $t_man rubs the back of $t_their neck but $t_they doesn't look your way as $t_they says. "We're not bothering you?"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C162">><</button>><<if $choicedinner == "no">>"Well, I did say no at first but there's no point in complaining now," you reply with a sigh.
"We can leave if that's what you want," $namet slips $t_their hands in $t_their pants pockets. "You don't have to be this nice with my $l_father, or me."
"Trust me, I wasn't 'nice' but $l_they's persistent," you huff.
$t_They shakes $t_their head. "Yeah, $l_they's always like this. But if you want us to leave, just tell me and we'll leave."
You know $t_they won't hesitate to drag $t_their $l_father out of here if you wanted to. $namet seems to be the only one able to 'control' $namel.
You wave your hand. "I'm good. $namel's already cooking anyway. But thanks."
$namet's expression softens slightly and you swear $t_they's smiling. Not the big smile nor the smirk, but a subtle curl up of $t_their lips. Something so small you wonder if you're imagining it. Maybe you are. You doubt it, though. $l_Their face is always so stoic that it's obvious when something changes on $t_their features.
Then it disappears, leaving $t_their face back to the unapproachable $t_man you're coming to know. You wonder what it would take to bring a complete and full smile from $t_them.<<else>>"Well, I did agree for you both to come," you tilt your head.
"We can still leave if you change your mind," $t_they slips $t_their hands in $t_their pants pockets. "You don't have to be this nice with my $l_dad, or me."
You shake your head as you assure $t_them. "I don't mind you two being here. I didn't say yes because I felt forced to agree."
$namet pauses, pursing $t_their lips. "You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Alright," $t_they nods. "But if you want us to leave, just tell me and we'll leave."
You know $t_they won't hesitate to drag $t_their $l_dad out of here if you wanted to. $namet seems to be the only one able to 'control' $namel. But you did say yes, and you don't mind having the company.
It's your turn to nod with a small smile. "Got it. Thanks."
$namet's expression softens slightly and you swear $t_they's smiling. Not the big smile nor the smirk, but a subtle curl up of $t_their lips. Something so small you wonder if you're imagining it. Maybe you are. You doubt it though. $l_Their face is always so stoic that it's obvious when something changes on $t_their features.
Then it disappears, leaving $t_their face back to the unapproachable $t_man you're coming to know. You wonder what it would take to bring a complete and full smile from $t_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C163">><</button>><<set $sarcastic2 to 0>><<set $genuine2 to 0>>You ask the question before you can stop yourself. "And you?"
You don't have a problem with them staying, but $namet's lack of enthusiasm to stay is so obvious. $t_They looks like $t_they wants to be anywhere but here. $namet finally meets your gaze in confusion. "Me?"
"I mean," you hesitate. Then after a minute of silence, you shrug. "You seem uncomfortable. You're sure you want to stay?"
$t_They nods. "I'm sure."
Well, when $t_they avoids your gaze like this, you're not sure you can believe it.
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*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You eye him skeptically, drawling. "You don't seem like it."|P1C164]]<<elseif $genderrot == "woman">>[[You eye her skeptically, drawling. "You don't seem like it."|P1C164]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You grimace, not really trusting his words. "Alright, if you're sure..."|P1C165]]<<elseif $genderrot == "woman">>[[You grimace, not really trusting her words. "Alright, if you're sure..."|P1C165]]<</if>>
*[["Riiiight," you nod slowly, not buying it.|P1C166]]
*[["Is this lie true?" you cock a brow, an amused smile gracing your lips.|P1C167]]
*[[You scratch your neck as you tilt your head. "It's okay if you're not though."|P1C168]]
*[["Are you reaaally sure?" you try. You want to be sure he's not just telling this to brush you off.|P1C169]]<<set $sarcastic2 to $sarcastic2 + 1>>It seems to amuse $namet because that tiny smile comes back on the corner of $t_their lips. "Should I give you a big smile for you to believe me?"
You tap your chin with a finger. "Hmmm, would you do it if I say yes?"
"Probably not," $t_they turns $t_their head to hide $t_their face as you narrow your eyes, curious what expression $t_they's wearing right now.
"That's a shame," you sigh dramatically. "Here I was starting to believe you."
"Hm," is all $t_they answers.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C170">><</button>><<set $genuine2 to $genuine2 + 1>>"I'm sure," $namet repeats, $t_their face turning away as if to hide $t_their expression.
You're curious. What kind of expression does $t_they have right now? Another tiny smile? Or something softer? You shake away the though and nod. "Alright."
"You're not the one making me uncomfortable," $t_they surprises you by keeping the conversation going when you thought it was over. "I'm just... awkward with people."
"Nothing wrong with that," you say, bringing some optimism.
"You're right," is all $t_they answers softly.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C170">><</button>><<set $sarcastic2 to $sarcastic2 + 1>>$t_They raises $t_their eyebrow. "You sound like you don't believe me."
"Oh," you wave a hand dismissively. "That's because I don't."
"Should I give you a big smile for you to believe me?"
$t_Them? With a big smile? "Now, now, you're gonna scare everyone if you do that."
You see $t_them biting $t_their lips and $t_they's fast to look away but you can see it– $t_their shoulders shaking. You wonder what kind of face $t_they have when $t_they laugh. You have a triumphant smile fixed on your mouth.
You just succeeded in making that $t_man laugh. You bet you're feeling smug about it.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C170">><</button>><<set $sarcastic2 to $sarcastic2 + 1>>$namet shakes $t_their head. "It's not a lie."
"Hmmm, I don't know about that," you retort.
$t_They shrugs. "It's okay, I do."
"I don't know about that either."
It seems to amuse $t_them because that tiny smile comes back on the corner of $t_their lips.
"You're not the one making me uncomfortable," $t_they surprises you by keeping the conversation going when you thought it was over. "I'm just... awkward with people."
"Nothing wrong with that," you bring some optimism.
"You're right," is all $t_they answers softly.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C170">><</button>><<set $genuine2 to $genuine2 + 1>>"But I am." $namet replies as $t_they turns $t_their head away, hiding whatever expression $t_they has right now.
You're curious. What kind of expression does $t_they have right now? Another tiny smile? Or something softer? Or something completely different? You shake away the though and nod. "Alright."
"You're not the one making me uncomfortable," $t_they surprises you by keeping the conversation going when you thought it was over. "I'm just... awkward with people."
"Nothing wrong with that," you point out.
"You're right," is all $t_they answers softly.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C170">><</button>><<set $genuine2 to $genuine2 + 1>>You think your eyeballs are going to literally leave their sockets, eyes wide when $t_they repeats lightly. "I'm reaaally sure."
The tone is not cheerful, not excited either but you can hear the amusement in it. This is way more emotions than $t_they's ever shown until now. You can't see $t_their face though, $t_they's made sure to look away to hide it from you.
You're curious. What kind of expression does $t_they have right now? Another tiny smile? Or something softer? Or something completely different? You shake away the though and nod. "Alright."
"Hm," is all $t_they answers softly.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C170">><</button>>$e_They rises from the bed, stretching $e_their arms high above $e_their head, and your gaze can't help but be drawn to the way $e_their white t-shirt rides up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of $e_their pale, smooth skin and the enticing V-line of $e_their hips. Licking your lips, you're surprised to feel your heart fluttering the same way it did the very first time you laid eyes on $e_them, the same way it does for every little detail that makes <<print $namee>> so.... <<print $namee>>.
You wonder if you'll ever get used to this. To this $e_man. To this $e_man who is pretty. To this $e_man who is pretty much <i>your</i> $e_man.
Meeting $e_their eyes, $e_they winks in your direction as $e_they turns and makes $e_their way to the bathroom, leaving the bedroom minutes later without waiting for you. You fix your gaze upon the dark green curtains, taking a moment to gather your thoughts as the morning sun begins to filter in through the windows.
You rub your eyes with a yawn and push yourself up into a seated position. Your gaze, half-lidded and bleary, drift over to the alarm clock resting on the nightstand. 7AM.
You frown, blink and.... blink again. There's no way <<print $namee>> woke up this early. <<cycle "$morning" autoselect>><<option "Well, $e_they does always wake up earlier than you..">><<option "You're the one who wakes up early most of the time">><</cycle>>.
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*[[... and you're really not a morning person.|P1C18]]
*<<if $genderroe == "woman">>[[...and you're actually quite the morning person, just like your Ellie, so you don't really have much trouble waking up.|P1C19]]<<elseif $genderroe == "man">>[[...and you're actually quite the morning person, just like your Elias, so you don't really have much trouble waking up.|P1C19]]<</if>><b>19: 56
Macara Residence - Home</b>
"Anyone want to make a toast?" $namel breaks the silence, looking around the table. Probably expecting someone to raise their hand and say 'of course, I'll do it.'
$l_They forgot who's sitting at the table. Between Ekissa who's scowling at $j_their plate, $namet who's staring blankly at $t_their $l_dad and you <<if $grief == "bottleupokay">>who just smile and try to do your best to keep yourself together<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic" or $grief == "crybroken" or $grief == "numb">>who just stares at your plate<<else>>who can't wait to go back to your room<</if>>, you don't think anyone but $namel wants to make a toast.
"A toast for what exactly?" Ekissa humors $namel, though not without a touch of irritation in $j_their voice.
"For us, what else?" $namel sighs dramatically, shaking $l_their head at the lack of enthusiasm. Raising $l_their glass of wine, $l_they smiles charmingly. "I'm glad we could have this little dinner together and I hope we'll do it again soon–"
"God please no..."
"–because no matter how hard life can be, we'll be there for each other." $namel finishes, and at that, Ekissa stays quiet.
You have a feeling this sentence was for you. Though how you feel about it is another matter. You ignore the furtive glances on you. For now, you're just content to raise your glass, the others following suit to clink their glasses together.
The dinner ends after some hours of $namel talking and the rest of you listening, Ekissa commenting here and there as per usual. $namet had to drag $t_their $l_dad away to leave your house after the dinner because, clearly, the old $l_man was ready to stay all night if nobody had stopped $l_them.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C171">><</button>><b>02: 14
Macara Residence - Home</b>
Your eyes snap open, breath heavy and ragged. You push yourself up on the bed, looking around your bedroom frantically. You are lost for a long, agonizing moment. Heart racing, body trembling and shivering. You're cold but too hot. Empty but too overwhelmed. Your throat is dry. You have to swallow again and again. The same nightmare. The same reality. Both are inescapable.
Your tense shoulders don't want to relax and neither does the rest of your body.
<i>"Hey... Babe..?" $namee murmurs, waking up by your ragged breath.
Sitting up, $e_they hesitates at first to take you in $e_their arms, not knowing if the touch would be a good idea right now. So $e_they just slowly rests $e_their head against your shoulder, $e_their hands gently enveloping one of yours where it rest on your leg.
"Nightmare again?" $e_they asks softly. "Want me to get you something? Water? Juice? Wine?" $e_they jokes weakly, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. "You okay?"
You feel yourself nodding, eyes staring ahead. $namee's touch brings warmth in your heart. Your body relaxes slowly thanks to $e_their voice, to</i> <b><i>$e_them</i></b><i>. $e_They knows what makes you wake up like this. $e_They hates it. Hates the reason why. Hates the person who made you wake up in this state. $e_They told you as much when you had explained the reason of your nightmares.
"It's in the past, you're right here with me now," $e_they continues, squeezing your hand to anchor you. "And I'm glad to be with the person you became. I'm glad to be by your side. Let's keep it that way, alright?"</i>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C172">><</button>>A noise escapes your throat as your head falls in your hands, eyes squeezing shut. Your nightmare had stopped thanks to $namee, but now they come back because of $e_them. $e_They haunts your every thought and you don't know how to deal with it.
You almost thought you'd be okay thanks to the people around you. You feel guilty. Guilty to think of something else other than $namee. But every time you think of $e_them... of $e_their smile, $e_their laugh, $e_their bad jokes. Everything brings only pain when once it brought happiness.
Your heart squeeze painfully hard and you have to grasp your shirt in a futile attempt to ease the pain.
Something moves on the bed. Maybe it's your best friend. Maybe $j_they heard you and came to comfort you. Something brushes your leg. A weight on your lap. Then... Then something settles on your chest, licking your jaw.
You open your eyes. $catname is here. His paws on your chest while he tries to lick the tears you didn't notice falling until now.
"Where were you..?" your voice cracks as you wrap your arms around the cat.
And for once, $catname doesn't bare his canines or shows his claws. He lets you take him in your arms as if he was the only thing keeping you whole right now. You hear him sniff your skin, licking when tears spill. His head pushes your jaw, soft almost quiet mewls muffled by your hiccups and silent sobs. His little body keeps pushing against you as if cleaning your tears wasn't enough to comfort you.
But it's enough. It's enough coming from something that holds a special place for $namee. It's enough coming from a cat who's supposed to hate you. It has to be enough.
Your hand slides under the mattress. You take the small box there. Open it. Take the little ring inside and with a shuddering breath, you slide it onto your finger. The silver ring glimmers in the dark room as you stare at it with a weak smile, bringing it to your lips with closed eyes.
"I'll love you even after death."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C173">><</button>><b>09: 08
Macara Residence - Home</b>
The silence is heavy. The air was so thick and uncomfortable, you had to leave the house. You needed to escape. You didn't know observing flowers would help you. But you're biased– those are $namee's beloved flowers after all.
Nestled against the tree in the backyard, $catname sleeps peacefully on your lap. The feline hasn't left your side since last night. You still don't know where he wandered off to but you're glad he's okay. His attitude with you is still... unsettling. You never had this kind of relationship but it seems like both of you need it. Especially today.
Today is $namee's funeral. How did you know? One of $namee's friends sent you a text. Asking if you'd be at the funeral. That's how you knew. With a goddamn text. This friend, Naya, made sure to let you know that <i>she</i> will be there, that <i>she</i> could be there because Juliet invited <i>her</i>. Childish. Naya was always like this. Always annoying.
You weren't invited but you expected as much from Juliet Winter. Going isn't a good idea anyway. Not with Juliet. She's capable of calling the cops to get you out of there. She's capable of humiliating you in front of $namee's family and friends. You don't think you have the strength to deal with her. You want this day to be peaceful, for $namee's family who aren't as detestable as $namee' mother. For $namee. For you.
So you stare at $e_their flowers. $namee would probably have been here, watering them while humming $e_their last favorite song. $e_They would've called you to admire $e_their growing flowers with $e_them. $e_They would've been happy by something so simple, by your side.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C174">><</button>>Someone sits next to you, then another comes to sit at your other side. You glance at them, Ekissa on your right, holding out a lemonade, $namel at your other side admiring the flowers with a content smile and $namet standing against the tree, arms crossed, eyes ahead.
You grab the glass with a small 'thanks'.
"Guess what?" $namel breaks the silence. When no one answers, $l_they says. "Juliet called me."
"Juliet?" you echo, blinking at $l_them. "How did she have your number?"
"No idea," $l_they answers. "Knowing myself, I must've given it her when she came to that dinner here that one time. I mean, she's beautiful, right? Did you see her–"
"What did she say?" $namet cuts $t_their $l_dad off sternly.
The older $l_man shrugs, running a hand through $l_their black hair. "Tried to warn me that $name was some kind of... criminal. That I shouldn't be around $name and that I should save myself while I can. She also said she knew $namee was close to me and that I could come to the funeral if I cut all contact with $name."
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*[[You roll your eyes, sarcasm dripping through each words. "How sweet of her."|P1C175]]
*[["Really?" you ask with a small frown.|P1C176]]
*[["Fantastic," you say lightly but there's no mirth in your tone. "Now she's calling my neighbors to complain."|P1C177]]
*[["Oh yeah," you scoff, pointing at yourself. "Be careful, I could get in your house, steal everything and kill you. That's just who I am. A criminal."|P1C178]]
*[["Oh..." you mumble, rubbing the back of your neck. "Well, that's not very nice."|P1C179]]
*[["That's..." you trail off, rolling your lips. "... I didn't think she'd do this, I mean... I know she doesn't like me but..."|P1C180]]<<set $sarcastic2 to $sarcastic2 + 1>>"She should mind her own business," $namet clicks $t_their tongue. Everyone pauses, slowly looking $namet's way as the stoic $t_man cocks a brow. "What?"
Your best friend shrugs, glancing back at the flowers. "I mean, $t_they's right. It's like she wants to isolate you and expect you to be sad forever. That witch really needs to piss off."
"Tell me about it," you snort before turning your attention back to $namel, suddenly curious. "What did you say?"
"Curious, are we?" $namel smirks.
You roll your eyes. "Nevermind."
"But you looked so curious about it," $l_they teases, nudging your shoulder. "I knew I had a little place in your heart, somewhere, deep, well-hidden."
"It's either a really good hideout or just way too small for me to even notice it," you huff.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C181">><</button>><<set $genuine2 to $genuine2 + 1>>"She should mind her own business," $namet clicks $t_their tongue. Everyone pauses, slowly looking $namet's way as the stoic $t_man cocks a brow. "What?"
Your best friend shrugs, glancing back at the flowers. "I mean, $t_they's right. It's like she wants to isolate you and expect you to be sad forever. That witch really needs to piss off."
"Yeah... well, I didn't think she'd go that far," you say, turning your attention back to $namel, suddenly curious. "What did you say?"
"Curious, are we?" $namel smirks.
You tilt your head. "That's why I asked."
$l_Their smirk widens as $l_they nudges your shoulder. "I knew I had a little place in your heart, somewhere, deep, well-hidden."
"Just answer the damn question," Ekissa huffs impatiently.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C181">><</button>><<set $sarcastic2 to $sarcastic2 + 1>>"She lost her kid, sometimes–" $namel starts.
"You're taking her defense?" comes the retorts from both $namet and Ekissa. The two stare at each other briefly before looking away, the same frown between their brows. You'd laugh if you didn't feel so annoyed by Juliet.
$namel raises $l_their hands in surrender with a chuckle. "Woaaah, I wasn't defending her. I just think people tend to be more emotional when they've lost someone."
"That's doesn't excuse her behavior," Ekissa scowls at the older $l_man. "$name lost $namee too, $m_theyre not being an asshole though, now $m_is $m_they?"
$namel sighs with a shake of $l_their head. "I know it doesn't excuse anything. I'm just saying that Juliet is probably more... emotional than she already is usually because of what happened. I'm not saying she's right or wrong."
Turning your attention back to $namel, suddenly curious. "What did you say?"
"Curious, are we?" $namel smirks as $l_they nudges your shoulder. "I knew I had a little place in your heart, somewhere, deep, well-hidden."
"Just answer the damn question," Ekissa huffs impatiently.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C181">><</button>><<set $sarcasti2 to $sarcastic2 + 1>>"Of course you're not," Ekissa quickly takes your defense. "She's just being a bitch. Nothing new here."
"She should mind her own business," $namet clicks $t_their tongue. Everyone pause, slowly looking $namet's way as the stoic $t_man cocks a brow. "What?"
Your best friend shrugs, glancing back at the flowers. "That's why karma exists. If she keeps going she's gonna get burned one day." $j_they closes his eyes, inhaling deeply with a sinister smile. "Can't wait for that day to come."
"Woah, you're more scary than I thought," $namel comments before adding. "Love it."
Ekissa shudders at this, grimacing. Turning your attention back to $namel, suddenly curious, you ask. "What did you say to Juliet?"
"Curious, are we?" $namel smirks as $l_they nudges your shoulder. "I knew I had a little place in your heart, somewhere, deep, well-hidden."
You raise an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C181">><</button>><<set $genuine2 to $genuine2 + 1>>"Don't mind that witch," Ekissa says. "She's just being a bitch. Nothing new here."
"She should mind her own business," $namet clicks $t_their tongue. Everyone pauses, slowly looking $namet's way as the stoic $t_man raises an eyebrow. "What?"
Your best friend shrugs, glancing back at the flowers. "That's why karma exists. If she keeps going she's gonna get burned one day." $j_they closes $j_their eyes, inhaling deeply with a sinister smile. "Can't wait for that day to come."
"You shouldn't give too much attention to it," $namel smiles at you. "And hey, just because she said all those things, doesn't mean it'll deter me from seeing you."
You tilt your head, suddenly curious as you ask. "What did you say?"
"Curious, are we?" $namel smirks as $l_they nudges your shoulder. "I knew I had a little place in your heart, somewhere, deep, well-hidden."
You frown slightly, waiting for $l_their actual response.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C181">><</button>><<if $morning == "Well, $e_they does always wake up earlier than you..">><<set $morning to "grumpy">><<elseif $morning == "You're the one who wakes up early most of the time">><<set $morning to "sunshine">><</if>>
You're the type of person who despises mornings. You don't even know how people can have a real conversation from the moment they open their eyes.
There are some days where just a simple 'good morning' is enough to instantly sour your mood and could literally make you start the day in the worse possible way. And there's some days where you're just silent, giving yourself time to wake up.
Fortunately, even if <<print $namee>> is a real sunshine first thing in the morning, $e_they always let you have your space and quiet you need, never pushing you to be anything other than your natural grumpy self every mornings.
Trudging sluggishly down the hall towards the kitchen, your eyes struggle to pry themselves fully open. The warmth in the air drifts in through the windows that <<print $namee>> must've opened, and all you want to do is go back to sleep and never leave the bed.
But it's a special day, so might as well put in some effort for your $e_boyfriend. Your $e_boyfriend who appears to be in far better spirits than you bouncing from one spot to the next as $e_they prepares breakfast <<if $distant is 1>>and offer you a morning kiss<<else>>as you give $e_them a morning kiss<</if>> while <<if $caring is 1>>you help $e_them cook breakfast.<<else>>you space out as $e_they cooks breakfast.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C20">><</button>><<set $genuine2 to $genuine2 + 1>>"She lost her kid, sometimes–" $namel starts.
"You're taking her defence?" come the retorts from both $namet and Ekissa. The two stare at each other briefly before looking away, the same frown between their brows. You'd laugh if you didn't feel bad right now.
$namel raises $l_their hands in surrender with a chuckle. "Woaaah, I wasn't defending her. I just think people tend to be more emotional when they've lost someone." glancing at you, $l_they insists softly. "I wasn't defending her."
"That doesn't excuse her behavior," Ekissa scowls at the older $l_man, $j_their hand squeezing your knee in support. "$name lost $namee too, $m_theyre not being an asshole though, now $m_is $m_they?"
$namel sighs with a shake of $l_their head. "I know it doesn't excuse anything. I'm just saying that Juliet is probably more... emotional than she already is usually because of what happened. I'm not saying she's right or wrong."
$l_They meets your eyes. "She crossed the line by calling me and telling me this kind of thing."
"What did you say?" you change the topic. That makes $l_them sigh in relief, $l_their shoulders sagging.
"Curious, are we?" $namel smirks as $l_they nudges your shoulder. "I knew I had a little place in your heart, somewhere, deep, well-hidden."
"Just answer the damn question," Ekissa huffs impatiently.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C181">><</button>>"Well," the older $l_man taps the corner of $l_their lower lip, a smug smile appearing. "I'm here, am I not?" leaning back against the tree beside you, $l_their smile turns wry. "I don't appreciate people telling me what to do. I decide what I do, how, with who and when I want it. I don't need someone dictating my every movement."
A pause. And you know this is a loaded pause. Especially when $l_they slowly turns $l_their head towards you with that roguish grin and a wiggle of $l_their eyebrows. "It's another matter in bed, of course."
Here it is.
You knew $l_they wouldn't resist to the temptation. $namet sighs and your best friend rolls $j_their eyes so hard you're surprised they're not stuck behind $j_their head. You only shake your head, having called it like everyone currently by your side.
The discussion dies in a comfortable silence. $namel doesn't try to break it this time as you all stare ahead.
You won't lie, the fresh air helps you more than you thought it would. Being outside helps you. It doesn't make you <i>happy</i>, doesn't erase or make you forget what you've just been through. But it feels good.
You feel like you're finally <i>breathing</i>, like you can <i>let</i> yourself breathe. It won't last long, it never last long. But just for today, you allow yourself to relax. You have the right to do it.
Right?
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*[[You smile at the flowers. "Thanks by the way. For keeping me company."|P1C182]]
*[["You guys are real sweethearts to stay with me in this heat," you drawl, sarcasm in your tone but after a moment of consideration, you whisper. "Thanks for being here for me."|P1C183]]
*[[You stay silent, observing the flowers by their side. Just enjoying the moment as much as you can.|P1C184]]
*[[You stay silent, no sarcastic comment from you this time. Just enjoying the moment as much as you can.|P1C185]]<<set $genuine2 to $genuine2 + 1>><<if $sarcastic2 is 2 or $sarcastic2 is 3>><<set $sarcastic3 to "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><<set $sarcastic3 to "no">><</if>><<if $genuine2 is 2 or $genuine2 is 3>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><<set $sarcastic3 to "no">><<else>><<set $sarcastic3 to "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><</if>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">>There's a long silence and you think they didn't hear you at first. However, their faces tell you another story. $namet narrows $t_their black eyes, trying to search for something in yours, $namel blinks at you and Ekissa only nods, the only one visibly knowing you're being genuine.
"Is that sarcasm?" $namel asks what $t_them and $l_their $t_son both wonder.
"$m_Theyre not," Ekissa sighs. "Can't you just take the thanks and move on? Why you gotta ruin it?"
The old $l_man raises $l_their hands with a small chuckle. "Relaaax, I just can't see the difference with $m_them like you." A pause. "You're sure $m_theyre not being $m_their usual sarcastic self?"
You roll your eyes with a huff. "I can be genuine when I want to be. But you know what? I take it back, thanks <i>$namet</i> and <i>Ekissa</i>."
"What? No no no, no take back," $namel grins. "It's too late, you already said it. You're welcome $name."
"...Whatever."<<elseif $genuine is 1 and $genuine3 == "yes">>$namel's face brightens as $l_they nudges your shoulder once again. "But you're welcome, my dear $name."
"You're welcome," $namet murmurs, a hint of softness in $t_their usually stoic expression.
"Don't worry about it," your best friend says with a smile. "Can't let my bestie alone. Especially not today."
You nod, expression softening. "Yeah..." you close your eyes, stroking $catname's fur and inhaling deeply. "It's nice. Really nice."<<else>>There's a long silence and you think they didn't hear you at first. However, their faces tell you another story. $namet narrows $l_their black eyes, trying to search for something in yours, $namel blinks at you and Ekissa only nods, the only one visibly knowing you're being genuine.
"Is that... sarcasm?" $namel asks, voicing the wonder $l_they and $l_their $t_son share.
Maybe you changed so much they don't know anymore where the act stops or begins. You sigh and with a shake of your head you say. "It wasn't."
"Right," $l_they replies, still double-checking you before $l_they lets $l_their face finally brighten. "Then you're welcome my dear $name."
"You're welcome," $namet murmurs to you.
"Don't worry about it," you best friend says with a smile. "Can't let my bestie alone. Especially not today."
You nod, expression softening. "Yeah..." you close your eyes, stroking $catname's fur and inhaling deeply. "It's nice. Really nice."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C186">><</button>><<set $sarcastic2 to $sarcastic2 + 1>><<if $sarcastic2 is 2 or $sarcastic2 is 3>><<set $sarcastic3 to "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><<set $sarcastic3 to "no">><</if>><<if $genuine2 is 2 or $genuine2 is 3>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><<set $sarcastic3 to "no">><<else>><<set $sarcastic3 to "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><</if>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">>No surprises from them. None at all... until you utter those last words. A flicker of surprise flashing through $namet's black eyes, $namel blinking at you. Only Ekissa seems to take it easily, knowing you like the back of $j_their hand. Just like you with $j_them.
They seem to hesitate before $namel's expression brightens finally. "Why, of course we're here for you my dear $name." You scrunch your nose but don't cut $l_them off. "We'll be here even when you'll be tired of us."
"You're welcome," $namet nods.
"Yeah, don't worry about it," Ekissa says with a smile. "I'll always be here for you. No matter what."
You feel the warmth seeping through your heart at their support as you look away. "Thanks."<<elseif $genuine is 1 and $genuine3 == "yes">>$namel's face brightens as $l_they nudges your shoulder once again. "But you're welcome my dear $name. You know we'll always be here for you. Well, at least for my part I'll always be here... somewhere... watching you."
"Creep," Ekissa comments with a scrunch of $j_their nose. At what the older $l_man gasps in mock-outrage before chuckling.
"You're welcome," $namet murmurs to you.
"Don't worry about it," your best friend says with a smile. "Can't let my bestie alone. Especially not today."
You nod, expression softening. "Yeah..." you close your eyes, stroking $catname's fur and inhaling deeply. "It's nice. Really nice."<<else>>There's a long silence and you think they didn't hear you at first. However, their faces tell you another story. $namet narrows $t_their black eyes, trying to search for something in yours, $namel blinks at you and Ekissa only nods, the only one visibly knowing you're being genuine.
$namel doesn't need to ask if you're being genuine for you to see both $l_them and $l_their $t_son don't really believe you. They don't ask and that's maybe because of the vulnerable way you said it.
"Of course," $namel replies, still double-checking you before $l_they lets $l_their face finally brighten. "You're welcome my dear $name. You know we'll always be here to annoy you."
"You're welcome," $namet murmurs to you.
"Don't worry about it," your best friend adds with a smile. "Can't let my bestie alone. Especially not today."
You nod, expression softening. "Yeah..." you close your eyes, stroking $catname's fur and inhaling deeply. "It's nice. Really nice."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C186">><</button>><<set $genuine2 to $genuine2 + 1>><<if $sarcastic2 is 2 or $sarcastic2 is 3>><<set $sarcastic3 to "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><<set $sarcastic3 to "no">><</if>><<if $genuine2 is 2 or $genuine2 is 3>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><<set $sarcastic3 to "no">><<else>><<set $sarcastic3 to "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><</if>>You close your eyes, stroking $catname's fur and inhaling deeply.
It's nice. Really nice.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C186">><</button>><<set $sarcastic2 to $sarcastic2 + 1>><<if $sarcastic2 is 2 or $sarcastic2 is 3>><<set $sarcastic3 to "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><<set $sarcastic3 to "no">><</if>><<if $genuine2 is 2 or $genuine2 is 3>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><<set $sarcastic3 to "no">><<else>><<set $sarcastic3 to "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><</if>>You close your eyes, stroking $catname's fur and inhaling deeply.
It's nice. Really nice.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C186">><</button>><<if $showgenuine is true>><<set $showgenuine to false>><<elseif $showsarcastic is true>><<set $showsarcastic to false>><</if>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showsarcas to true>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showsarcagenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showgenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showgenuisarca to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><</if>><b><i>A week later....</i></b>
<b>15:03
Macara Residence - Home</b>
It's been two weeks and three days $namee is gone. Your best friend had asked around $j_them and helped you find a job, without much luck so far. Job hunting while grieving is... something. You had to be quick about it, to find a job and fast before Juliet comes and tells you to leave the house, again.
She didn't give you any choice, but she didn't have any right to kick you out of your own house. This house is as much yours as $namee's. She can't just tell you to leave and expect you to do it. You have the vague impression that she used your weak state of mind against you, thinking you'd be too vulnerable to see anything.
<<if $grief == "numb">>You don't plan to fight her if she keeps insisting about it; you're surprised you even had the strength to hunt for a job in your empty shell state. It's true that she has no real authority over you. And it's true that you could just call the cops and be done with this situation.
But something holds you back. $namee paid for this "rent". You did help, but that wasn't even half of what $e_they paid for years. Even when this whole situation of rent could've been avoided since the start...
And Juliet is just as broken as you. People can do crazy things when they lose someone important to them.
Been there, done that, isn't that right?
And with your numb state? You don't feel like fighting. You don't feel like arguing. You don't feel like doing anything; you don't feel <i>anything</i>.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupokay">>You don't want to fight her, but you don't want to leave this house either. You're still processing everything, and while you didn't show any "weakness" in front of others by crying or just showing sadness, you still feel vulnerable and broken.
Acting okay isn't enough anymore. You keep showing the whole world how okay you are when you're really not. But what's the alternative? Crying like a mess? That won't help anyone, will it?
You're vulnerable, and she <i>knows</i> it. She has no real authority over you or the house, and yet she acts as if she does. You know that. $namee was the one paying the "rent", yes, but it's still your house.
You're in no state to fight, though. You're already placing all your strength into showing this mask, hiding your real feelings about all this mess.<<elseif $grief == "bottleupstoic">>You don't want to fight her, but you don't want to leave this house either. You're still processing everything, and while you didn't show any "weakness" in front of others by crying or just showing sadness, you still feel vulnerable and broken.
Acting like a damn wall and unfeeling person is not enough anymore. Your careful, blank demeanor about what happened is not the solution; you're aware of it. But what's the alternative? Crying like a mess? That won't help anyone, will it?
You're vulnerable, and she <i>knows</i> it. She has no real authority over you or the house, and yet she acts like she does. You know that. But you're in no state to fight. You're already placing all your strength into showing this mask, hiding your real feelings about all this mess.<<elseif $grief == "crybroken">>You don't want to fight her, but you don't want to leave this house either. You know she won't stop until she gets what she wants. You know your tears don't move her; don't prove how broken you are to her. You're just a nuisance, something she has to get rid of before you can contaminate the rest of them. So you had to find a job fast and show her you could pay the rent and stay.
And even that. "Proving", when you have nothing to prove to begin with. You feel like she's messing with your head while you're too weak to retort. But a part of you wants to prove yourself. After all, $namee was the only one paying this "rent" until now, and you're still not comfortable with this fact. Not comfortable relying on anyone, even if it's $namee.
You did help, but that wasn't even half of what $e_they paid for years. Even when this whole situation of rent could've been avoided since the start...<<else>>If you have to fight her? Then alright, you'll do it. She doesn't have any right to make you leave this place. $namee's name is on the deed; <i>your</i> name is on the deed. You won't leave. She can try as much as she wants, but she's playing a losing game with you.
$namee was the one paying the "rent", yes, but it's still your house. You're vulnerable, and she <i>knows</i> it. But she has no real authority over you or the house, even if she wants to act like she does. You won't let her manipulate you.<</if>>
But no matter what you think or do, you know Juliet won't listen to a single thing you have to offer. She'll fight until she has what she wants. That's just how she is.
You thought you'd find a job before the day she said she wanted you gone. You didn't. You're still at home, scrolling on your laptop and looking at the job offers. Your back hurts from sitting for hours at your desk, but you keep going.
Hoping you'll find it today.
Alone in the house, you wonder if Ekissa lost the spare keys you gave $j_them when there's knocks against the front door. But then again, Ekissa's not the type to knock on the door like this, in a annoying and frustrating way.
In a way that makes you want to strangle that person for knocking so insistently.
The knocks don't waver, knocking again...
...and again...
[[...and again.|P1C187]]Getting up from your seat, you pad through the hallway to join the front door. Opening it with more force than necessary, you meet someone you didn't think you'd see.
The $a_man shoves past you, the suitcase in $a_their hand rolling on the floor behind $a_them. $a_Their usual elegant and fancy clothes are replaced by something casual but still stylish, a navy blue knitted sweater with a V-neck collar and white pants.
$a_They's not as tall, as warm and kind as $a_their brother. $a_Their blond hair is shoulder-length while $namee had short blond hair. This $a_man carries $a_themself with an air of arrogance and confidence. Both are models yet don't exude the same charm.
"Athiel," you greet $a_them with a small confused frown. "Juliet asked you to come and make me leave?"
The blondie turns to face you, $a_their lips curling into an arrogant smile. "I'm gonna stay here, keep you company and all. Isn't it nice? I'm <i>sure</i> we're gonna have so much fun, the two of us. How fun it must be for you to live with your $e_boyfriend's <<if $genderroa == "woman">>sister<<else>>brother<</if>>, heh?"
"You're staying?" you echo, frown deepening.
"Oh please, don't be so overjoyed," $a_they drawls. "You should be thanking me, really. Because the only reason why you're staying in this house now is thanks to <i>me</i>."
Athiel exudes a sense of superiority, making it clear that $a_they believes $a_they's doing you a favor by staying in the house.
"Anyway, I'll be upstairs, unpacking my stuff if you wanna, you know, catch up." looking above $a_their shoulder, $a_their ocean eyes fall on your ring as $a_they huffs a sardonic laugh before resuming $a_their steps upstairs. "Cute lil ring by the way."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C188">><</button>>"Aren't you a little <i>too</i> pathetic, $name?" $a_they throws over $a_their shoulder as $a_they heads upstairs.
<<button "NEXT" "Chapitre1">><</button>><<if $morning == "Well, $e_they does always wake up earlier than you..">><<set $morning to "grumpy">><<elseif $morning == "You're the one who wakes up early most of the time">><<set $morning to "sunshine">><</if>>
Padding to the kitchen, you offer your $e_boyfriend a small, sleepy smile, which $e_they returns softly. It's hot and you're tempted to just jump in the neighbor's pool but control yourself. It's a special day today and you plan to make the most of it.
Your $e_boyfriend is already bustling about the kitchen, preparing your breakfast <<if $distant is 1>>and offering you a morning kiss<<else>>as you give $e_them a morning kiss<</if>> while <<if $caring is 1>>you help $e_them cook breakfast.<<else>>you space out as $e_they cooks breakfast.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C20">><</button>><<set $kids to "yes">> <<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $blunt to $blunt + 1>><<set $genuine to 0>><<set $showblunt to true>><<set $showsubtle to false>><<if $gender == "woman">><<set $m_man to "woman">> <<set $m_Man to "Woman">> <<set $m_boy to "girl">> <<set $m_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $m_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $m_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $m_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">><<elseif $gender == "person">><<set $m_man to "person">> <<set $m_Man to "Person">> <<set $m_boy to "kid">> <<set $m_Boy to "Kid">> <<set $m_sir to "Mx">> <<set $m_Sir to "Mx">><<set $m_boyfriend to "lover">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Lover">><<elseif $gender == "man">><<set $m_man to "man">> <<set $m_Man to "Man">> <<set $m_boy to "boy">> <<set $m_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $m_sir to "sir">> <<set $m_Sir to "Sir">><<set $m_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">><</if>>
<<cycle "$lovekidsornah" autoselect>><<option "You love kids, always loved them so having one or more is only natural.">><<option "You don't usually like kids, but you wouldn't mind having one with the person you love.">><</cycle>>
"Really?" $e_they exclaims, lifting $e_their head, $e_their eyes shining with excitement and hopeful anticipation. "You really want a kid? This isn't a joke, is it?"
"Do I look like I'm laughing right now?" you arch an eyebrow, a small but sincere smile playing on your lips.
"No..." <<print $namee>> murmurs, pressing $e_their forehead against yours as $e_their hands come up to cradle your face. "No, you don't look like you're joking."
"Mm," you hum in acknowledgment. Your eyes close as $e_they leans in and presses $e_their lips to yours in a unhurried, tender kiss that you happily return.
That's always been the way it is between you and <<print $namee>>. $e_They's never rushed things or insisted on things you didn't want or couldn't do. But $e_they's also never stayed silent, $e_they's always been vocal about what $e_they does and doesn't want in life, including in your relationship. After all, this relationship of yours works both ways.
"Oh, by the way, I talked to the neighbor across the street yesterday, you know, the sexy neighbor?" $e_they sits down comfortably next to you on the couch, resting $e_their head on your shoulder.
"You mean <<print $namel>>?" you ask curiously, your eyes focused on $e_their hand taking hold of yours, $e_their skin as pale as snow, making you wonder if the $e_man might actually be a vampire,<<if $skincolor == "pale">>not that you're any better<<else>><</if>>. "What about that old $l_man?"
"$l_They's not <i>that</i> old," $e_they points out. "$l_Theyre, what, 40?"
"That's not young either. What about $l_them?" you respond, not quite understanding where this conversation is going.
"Yeah, well, you should be careful," a smug smile spreads on $e_their lips as $e_they wiggles $e_their brows playfully. "You've got some competition."
It's true that <<print $namel>> Melth turns heads despite $l_their advanced age, always with a charming smile and well-placed words that don't leave the neighborhood residents indifferent. This $l_man knows how to work it, and age doesn't seem to be slowing $l_them down. In fact, $l_they has even tried to charm you too <<cycle "$letlflirt" autoselect>><<option "but you shut that down the moment $l_they opened $l_their mouth.">><<option "and you weren't entirely indifferent, though you never cheated. Obviously.">><</cycle>>
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*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that old woman must've charmed your pants right off," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.|P1C5]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">> [["Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that old man must've charmed your pants right off," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.|P1C5]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Should I be concerned that an old woman is trying to steal my lover?" you shake your head with a small, genuine laugh.|P1C6]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">> [["Should I be concerned that an old man is trying to steal my lover?" you shake your head with a small, genuine laugh.|P1C6]]<</if>>
*[["Oh really? Oh nooo. I'm so jealous. So so jealous. I mean, look at me." you lament dramatically, gesturing to your face in a sarcastic manner. "The epitome of jealousy. Really."|P1C7]]
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Think she's gonna take you if I ask real nice?" you tease.|P1C8]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">>[["Think he's gonna take you if I ask real nice?" you tease.|P1C8]]<</if>>"I love you," $e_they says softly, $e_their gaze flitting over $e_their shoulder to catch your eye as $e_they carefully flips the pancakes sizzling in the pan.
"That's... random," you comment, though your lips curve into a warm smile as you add, "I love you too."
"Good. I'm glad I don't have to resort to poisoning your pancakes, then," $e_they responds, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of $e_their lips as $e_they turns $e_their attention back to the pancakes.
----
*[["Should I run away?" you cock a brow, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "I think I should run away."|P1C21]]
*[["Well, that doesn't scare me at all," you huff a laugh|P1C22]]
*<<if $genderroe == "woman">>[[You wrap your arms around her waist, placing a kiss against her neck. "Your pancakes are already poison enough, babe."|P1C23]]<<elseif $genderroe == "man">>[[You wrap your arms around his waist, placing a kiss against his neck. "Your pancakes are already poison enough, babe."|P1C23]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "woman">>[["I'll make sure to say it as many times as you want then," you smile softly, kissing her shoulder affectionately.|P1C24]]<<elseif $genderroe == "man">>[["I'll make sure to say it as many times as you want then," you smile softly, kissing his shoulder affectionately.|P1C24]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "woman">>[["Oh? What kind of poison?" you ask with a quiet chuckle as you lean against the counter beside her. "Lamp oil? Cyanide? Arsenic?"|P1C25]]<<elseif $genderroe == "man">>[["Oh? What kind of poison?" you ask with a quiet chuckle as you lean against the counter beside him. "Lamp oil? Cyanide? Arsenic?"|P1C25]]<</if>>"Har-har," $e_they narrows $e_their eyes playfully. "I didn't realize I had the pleasure of dating such a comedic virtuoso, one who's just <i>so</i> devastatingly funny, no less."
"You love this comedian," you shrug, a smug smile on your lips.
<<print $namee>> opens $e_their mouth, undoubtedly prepared to throw you another witty retort, but whatever $e_they wanted to say dies in $e_their throat as $e_they huffs out a resigned sigh. "You're lucky you're <<if $gender == "woman">>pretty.<<elseif $gender == "man">>handsome.<<elseif gender == "person">>gorgeous.<</if>>"
A noise is heard from the living room, catching both your attention as a chubby white cat shuffles into the kitchen. The cat can barely walk and your gaze finds instinctively <<print $namee>>. Looks like <<print $namee>> has been overfeeding the furball again...
You met this little feline last year when he just strolled right in your house and made himself at home. <<print $namee>> was instantly smitten. $e_They immediately adopted the cat, always cooing and showering the furball with affection. The cat didn't mind, he had <i>preened</i> at the attention, purring in <<print $namee>>'s arms.
But you? You were his nemesis, the rival of his owner's affections. Jumping on you and hissing when you were too close to <i>your</i> $e_boyfriend, growling when <<print $namee>> kissed you instead of him, pissing on your clothes, not <<print $namee>>'s clothes—never his lovely owner—but <i>yours</i>.
The cat and you, had to make it work. You don't speak cat but an understanding was put in place for each one to have their time with the blondie. You know you're <<print $namee>>'s favorite anyway, so you don't mind sharing $e_them with the cat.
<i>What's the name you and <<print $namee>> gave to the cat?</i>
<<textbox "$catname" "">>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C26">><</button>>"It should. You don't know yet but I'm a serial killer, killing people when you're asleep and come back before you wake up," pointing $e_their spatula at you, $e_they narrows $e_their eyes playfully. "You should be scared." $e_they pauses for dramatic effect. "I'm a very dangerous $e_man."
"The pancakes are burning."
"What? Oh no no no no!" $e_they whines, trying to save what are supposed to be pancakes. "You distracted me!"
A noise is heard from the living room, catching both your attention as a chubby white cat shuffles into the kitchen. The cat can barely walk and your gaze finds instinctively <<print $namee>>. Looks like <<print $namee>> has been overfeeding the furball again...
You met this little feline last year when he just strolled right in your house and made himself at home. <<print $namee>> was instantly smitten. $e_They immediately adopted the cat, always cooing and showering the furball with affection. The cat didn't mind, he had <i>preened</i> at the attention, purring in <<print $namee>>'s arms.
But you? You were his nemesis, the rival of his owner's affections. Jumping on you and hissing when you were too close to <i>your</i> $e_boyfriend, growling when <<print $namee>> kissed you instead of him, pissing on your clothes, not <<print $namee>>'s clothes—never his lovely owner—but <i>yours</i>.
The cat and you, had to make it work. You don't speak cat but an understanding was put in place for each one to have their time with the blondie. You know you're <<print $namee>>'s favorite anyway, so you don't mind sharing $e_them with the cat.
<i>What's the name you and <<print $namee>> gave to the cat?</i>
<<textbox "$catname" "">>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C26">><</button>>"That's right, my pancakes are already-" realization dawns on $e_them as $e_they elbows you. "Hey! They're not that bad."
"Uh-huh," you decide to respond in a deliberately neutral tone. That earns a mock-outraged gasp from $e_them. $e_They mutters something under $e_their breath, but you opt to ignore it, instead placing a peck against $e_their jaw.
A noise is heard from the living room, catching both your attention as a chubby white cat shuffles into the kitchen. The cat can barely walk and your gaze finds instinctively <<print $namee>>. Looks like <<print $namee>> has been overfeeding the furball again...
You met this little feline last year when he just strolled right in your house and made himself at home. <<print $namee>> was instantly smitten. $e_They immediately adopted the cat, always cooing and showering the furball with affection. The cat didn't mind, he had <i>preened</i> at the attention, purring in <<print $namee>>'s arms.
But you? You were his nemesis, the rival of his owner's affections. Jumping on you and hissing when you were too close to <i>your</i> $e_boyfriend, growling when <<print $namee>> kissed you instead of him, pissing on your clothes, not <<print $namee>>'s clothes—never his lovely owner—but <i>yours</i>.
The cat and you, had to make it work. You don't speak cat but an understanding was put in place for each one to have their time with the blondie. You know you're <<print $namee>>'s favorite anyway, so you don't mind sharing $e_them with the cat.
<i>What's the name you and <<print $namee>> gave to the cat?</i>
<<textbox "$catname" "">>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C26">><</button>>"Cheesy," $e_they comments but $e_their smile only widens as $e_they nuzzles $e_their cheek against yours. "But I love it."
"Lucky me," you chuckle, basking in the warmth of $e_their beaming expression.
"Our day's gonna be awesome, I just know it." $e_they declares with palpable enthusiasm.
"Can't wait," you murmur.
A noise is heard from the living room, catching both your attention as a chubby white cat shuffles into the kitchen. The cat can barely walk and your gaze finds instinctively <<print $namee>>. Looks like <<print $namee>> has been overfeeding the furball again...
You met this little feline last year when he just strolled right in your house and made himself at home. <<print $namee>> was instantly smitten. $e_They immediately adopted the cat, always cooing and showering the furball with affection. The cat didn't mind, he had <i>preened</i> at the attention, purring in <<print $namee>>'s arms.
But you? You were his nemesis, the rival of his owner's affections. Jumping on you and hissing when you were too close to <i>your</i> $e_boyfriend, growling when <<print $namee>> kissed you instead of him, pissing on your clothes, not <<print $namee>>'s clothes—never his lovely owner—but <i>yours</i>.
The cat and you, had to make it work. You don't speak cat but an understanding was put in place for each one to have their time with the blondie. You know you're <<print $namee>>'s favorite anyway, so you don't mind sharing $e_them with the cat.
<i>What's the name you and <<print $namee>> gave to the cat?</i>
<<textbox "$catname" "">>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C26">><</button>><<print $namee>> blinks at you, a puzzled furrow creasing $e_their brow. "Should I be.... worried about the fact that you seem so well-versed in the topic of poison?"
You wave a dismissive hand, offering a flippant, "Who knows?" before huffing a soft chuckle at the sight of $e_their visible gulp. "I'm kidding babe, relax."
"Ah- riiight," $e_they nods slowly, a nervous laugh escaping $e_them. "You're just... You're kiddin' haha..."
A noise is heard from the living room, catching both your attention as a chubby white cat shuffles into the kitchen. The cat can barely walk and your gaze finds instinctively <<print $namee>>. Looks like <<print $namee>> has been overfeeding the furball again...
You met this little feline last year when he just strolled right in your house and made himself at home. <<print $namee>> was instantly smitten. $e_They immediately adopted the cat, always cooing and showering the furball with affection. The cat didn't mind, he had <i>preened</i> at the attention, purring in <<print $namee>>'s arms.
But you? You were his nemesis, the rival of his owner's affections. Jumping on you and hissing when you were too close to <i>your</i> $e_boyfriend, growling when <<print $namee>> kissed you instead of him, pissing on your clothes, not <<print $namee>>'s clothes—never his lovely owner—but <i>yours</i>.
The cat and you, had to make it work. You don't speak cat but an understanding was put in place for each one to have their time with the blondie. You know you're <<print $namee>>'s favorite anyway, so you don't mind sharing $e_them with the cat.
<i>What's the name you and <<print $namee>> gave to the cat?</i>
<<textbox "$catname" "">>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C26">><</button>>"Were you doing your little morning routine, <<print $catname>>?" <<print $namee>>'s bright eyes smile as $e_they crouches down to pet the cat. "Aww, my lil cutie."
You don't think this cat was working out, he was more like eating the neighbor's food they must've given him. You don't say it out loud though.
<<print $catname>> lifts his chin proudly, making you roll your eyes. The cat glances at you for barely a second before focusing back on <<print $namee>>. You swear you can almost hear him huff and you can see the way his face screams "fuck you <<print $name>>".
"Aww, my lil cutie," you repeat mockingly, crouching down to pat the cat's head firmly.
The cat hisses, baring his sharp canines. <<print $namee>> sighs in exasperation before covering your hand, guiding your movement. "You're being too aggressive with him, do it niiiiice and slow."
"I don't think that'll change the way he sees me," you muse, but let $e_them guide your hand anyway.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C27">><</button>><<set $intimidcheer to 0>> <<set $charmout to 0>> <<set $charm to 0>> <<set $intimid to 0>> <<set $intimidgrump to 0>> <<set $charmcalm to 0>>After breakfast, <<print $namee>> proposed spending the day at the park to get some fresh air. So you took the car and headed to $e_their favorite spot, packing along some snacks. Leaving <<print $catname>> to his great dismay.
Everyone thinks <<print $namee>> is easygoing, the type of person who is simple and easy-to-please. This is just an urban legend. This $e_man is picky, whether it's about the food, the locations, the clothes, hell, even the people. $e_They knows exactly what $e_they wants and will make sure $e_they gets it.
That's why picking the bench that seemed "less comfortable" was a big no, and you had to wait for $e_them to select the one $e_they deemed perfect to sit on. $e_They can be high-maintenance sometimes but you make do.
Seated on the bench beside $e_them, you observe the natural surroundings without truly taking them in. Your mind is lost in your own thoughts under the sun that's shining a bit too brightly for your liking.
You want to say that you're enjoying the moment, you really do. But the truth is, you're sweating. You can literally feel the droplets rolling down your skin beneath your shirt. It's way too hot, and even the gentle breeze that's supposed to provide some refreshment feels too warm and unpleasant.
<<print $namee>>, on the other hand, doesn't seem bothered by the heat at all. $e_They's not even sweating. Is $e_they even human? $e_Their blond hair's blowing in the breeze as $e_they sips $e_their milkshake through the straw, blue agate eyes staring ahead, all relaxed and content.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C28">><</button>>Your attention gets pulled to a random stranger walking by with their dog in their casual oversized shirt tucked in their high-waisted jeans. You would look away and mind your own business if the stranger wasn't making sure you catch their gaze, throwing you a flirty smile and lingering their gaze on you as they stroll past.
They slow down their pace, head turned enough to meet your eyes. They're totally checking you out, not even trying to be subtle about it.
Watching you, waiting for acknowledgment or an answer from you.
<<print $namee>> tears $e_their gaze away from whatever $e_they was looking at when $e_they notices the stranger. $e_They tilts $e_their head but the person's focus stays on you.
----
*[[You narrow your eyes at the bold stranger, your lips curling into a sharp, toothy grin. "Get lost."|P1C29]]
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Looks like I've still got it," you nudge Elias with a small smirk, throwing a polite smile to the stranger. |P1C30]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[["Looks like I've still got it," you nudge Ellie with a small smirk, throwing a polite smile to the stranger. |P1C30]]<</if>>
*[[You frown at the stranger.|P1C31]]
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You ignore the stranger, focusing on Elias as you wipe his lower lip with your thumb so the stranger can get the hint.|P1C32]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[You ignore the stranger, focusing on Ellie as you wipe her lower lip with your thumb so the stranger can get the hint.|P1C32]]<</if>><<set $intimidcheer to $intimidcheer + 1>> <<set $intimid to $intimid + 1>><<set $showintimid to true>><<set $showcharm to false>>
A startled laugh escapes <<print $namee>> as $e_they reaches over to rub a hand along your back. $e_they gives the stranger a polite smile, if slightly apologetic, smile. "Ah, sorry about that, $m_they can be a bit... well you know." $e_They clears $e_their throat. "Anyway, have a good day."
The stranger doesn't hear <<print $namee>> because they're already scurrying away at a hurried pace, probably embarrassed after being turned down so harshly. Not that you pay them any mind, your attention is already back on <<print $namee>>.
"Could've been more gentle. I hope they're okay," <<print $namee>> sighs, tone chiding but there's no real heat behind $e_their words. There's no heat at all. You might almost believe $e_their concern if it weren't for the big, satisfied smile currently spreading across $e_their face.
<<if $genuine is 1>>"You're smiling, babe," you remind $e_them.<<else>>"Is that why you're smiling?" you quip.<</if>>
"Am I?" $e_they replies, $e_their grin widening further. A shrug. "Maybe I am."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C33">><</button>><<set $kids to "yes">> <<set $subtle to $subtle + 1>> <<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $genuine to 0>><<set $showblunt to false>><<set $showsubtle to true>><<if $gender == "woman">><<set $m_man to "woman">> <<set $m_Man to "Woman">> <<set $m_boy to "girl">> <<set $m_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $m_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $m_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $m_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">><<elseif $gender == "person">><<set $m_man to "person">> <<set $m_Man to "Person">> <<set $m_boy to "kid">> <<set $m_Boy to "Kid">> <<set $m_sir to "Mx">> <<set $m_Sir to "Mx">><<set $m_boyfriend to "lover">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Lover">><<elseif $gender == "man">><<set $m_man to "man">> <<set $m_Man to "Man">> <<set $m_boy to "boy">> <<set $m_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $m_sir to "sir">> <<set $m_Sir to "Sir">><<set $m_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">><</if>>
<<cycle "$lovekidsornah" autoselect>><<option "You love kids, always loved them so having one or more is only natural.">><<option "You don't usually like kids, but you wouldn't mind having one with the person you love.">><</cycle>>
"As many as you'll allow," $e_they murmurs softly. "You know I love kids- taking care of them, playing with them, being there for them, watching them grow up and all that stuff." Looking your way, $e_they adds, "Not that we <i>have</i> to have kids, though. It's not a must for me, so don't feel any pressure, alright?"
"Who said I didn't want any kids?" you retort with a small, reassuring smile.
"Yeah?" $e_Their whole face lights up with a beaming smile, clearly overjoyed at the prospect. "That's- That's cool, that's really cool, that's so-"
"Cool?" you supply.
$e_They nods with a warm laugh. "Exactly."
That's always been the way it is between you and <<print $namee>>. $e_They's never rushed things or insisted on things you didn't want or couldn't do. But $e_they's also never stayed silent, $e_they's always been vocal about what $e_they does and doesn't want in life, including in your relationship. After all, this relationship of yours works both ways.
"Oh, by the way, I talked to the neighbor across the street yesterday, you know, the sexy neighbor?" $e_they sits down comfortably next to you on the couch, resting $e_their head on your shoulder.
"You mean <<print $namel>>?" you ask curiously, your eyes focused on $e_their hand taking hold of yours, $e_their skin as pale as snow, making you wonder if the $e_man might actually be a vampire,<<if $skincolor == "pale">>not that you're any better<<else>><</if>>. "What about that old $l_man?"
"$l_They's not <i>that</i> old," $e_they points out. "$l_Theyre, what, 40?"
"That's not young either. What about $l_them?" you respond, not quite understanding where this conversation is going.
"Yeah, well, you should be careful," a smug smile spreads on $e_their lips as $e_they wiggles $e_their brows playfully. "You've got some competition."
It's true that <<print $namel>> Melth turns heads despite $l_their advanced age, always with a charming smile and well-placed words that don't leave the neighborhood residents indifferent. This $l_man knows how to work it, and age doesn't seem to be slowing $l_them down. In fact, $l_they has even tried to charm you too <<cycle "$letlflirt" autoselect>><<option "but you shut that down the moment $l_they opened $l_their mouth.">><<option "and you weren't entirely indifferent, though you never cheated. Obviously.">><</cycle>>
----
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that old woman must've charmed your pants right off," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.|P1C5]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">> [["Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that old man must've charmed your pants right off," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.|P1C5]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Should I be concerned that an old woman is trying to steal my lover?" you shake your head with a small, genuine laugh.|P1C6]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">> [["Should I be concerned that an old man is trying to steal my lover?" you shake your head with a small, genuine laugh.|P1C6]]<</if>>
*[["Oh really? Oh nooo. I'm so jealous. So so jealous. I mean, look at me." you lament dramatically, gesturing to your face in a sarcastic manner. "The epitome of jealousy. Really."|P1C7]]
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Think she's gonna take you if I ask real nice?" you tease.|P1C8]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">>[["Think he's gonna take you if I ask real nice?" you tease.|P1C8]]<</if>><<set $charmout to $charmout + 1>> <<set $charm to $charm + 1>><<set $showintimid to false>><<set $showcharm to true>>
"Of course you still got it," <<print $namee>> rolls $e_their eyes good-naturedly before cocking a brow at the stranger who gets the hint and scurries off.
"Jealous much?" your smirk widens, a sly, triumphant edge to it.
Something that only makes <<print $namee>> sigh exasperatedly.
"Sometimes I wonder why I'm still with you." $e_they laments.
"Because you love me?"
"Unfortunately."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C33">><</button>><<set $intimid to $intimid + 1>> <<set $intimidgrump to $intimidgrump + 1>><<set $showintimid to true>><<set $showcharm to false>>
There's a moment of silence. They look at you, you bore holes in their skull with your glare, <<print $namee>> shifts $e_their eyes back and forth between the two of you. The stranger, not getting the hint, begins to part their lips to say something and breaks that awkward silence but <<print $namee>> beats them to it, clearing $e_their throat. "You need something?"
"Huh? Oh- No no. I, uh, sorry!" the stranger stammers, blinking slowly as they quickly make their retreat, the dog trotting along behind them.
"Well, that was awkward," your $e_boyfriend mutters, $e_their palm rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Looks like you still got it, huh?"
You scrunch your nose. "I'd rather not."
"At least I can show you off," $e_they grins, leaning in to plant a playful smooch on your cheek, which, try as you might to suppress it, only succeeds in coaxing your lips in a reluctant smile.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C33">><</button>><<set $charm to $charm + 1>> <<set $charmcalm to $charmcalm + 1>><<set $showintimid to false>><<set $showcharm to true>>
Slowly, you drag your thumb along $e_their lower lip, your gaze locked on $e_their mouth. You don't miss the way $e_their eyes instantly drop to your own lips in response, captivated by you.
"<<print $name>>..." $e_they breathes out.
A muffled noise makes you both look over. The stranger is on the ground, blushing furiously, before hastily scrambling back to their feet and practically running away, their dog trailing behind.
<<print $namee>> is the first to break the silence, letting out a laugh. "I think we just flustered that person pretty bad. But now they know you're taken, at least."
You smirk. "Good."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C33">><</button>>Leaning back against the bench, you take a sip of your drink as <<print $namee>> does the same in a comfortable silence. In an hour or two you'll have to find an excuse to slip away temporarily for something <i>this</i> important. A couple of weeks ago, you purchased a gift, but you just haven't had the chance to go and pick it up yet. It's already been two weeks since you told yourself to pick that thing up. Obviously, you didn't. You tried though, even if your attempts were just that, attempts.
To be honest, you didn't fully realize just how busy you've been until you actually tried to make the time for this. Between job hunting, household chores and <<print $namee>>, who can be high maintenance when $e_they decides to be, you underestimated how difficult it'd be to do something as simple as retrieving this gift, especially when you want to be discreet about it.
Or maybe you've just been procrastinating and don't want to admit it. Either way, you want tonight to be special for both of you.
<<print $namee>> pulls you from your thoughts when $e_they clicks $e_their tongue and angles $e_their body to face you, $e_their hand reaching your shoulder to smooth the wrinkle on the fabric away. "You've got wrinkles everywhere."
"It's just one tho?" you point out but $e_they doesn't listen and fixes your shirt. "All good?"
$e_They nods with a pleased smile. "All good."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C34">><</button>>On the way home, <<print $namee>> is driving this time for the return trip, $e_their hand on your thigh. $e_They's gently running $e_their fingers up and down your thigh in the way $e_they often does, as you gaze out at the passing road to pass the time.
"We'll need to get ready before 8 o'clock once we arrive," you mention to $e_them vaguely, your eyes shifting to meet $e_theirs.
"Get ready before 8 o'clock? But it's already 7 o'clock!" $e_they says, sounding surprised. "I'm not gonna have time to get ready..."
"We'll have enough time," you reassure $e_them, <<cycle "$readytime" autoselect>><<option "even though you often take a long time to get ready too.">><<option "even though you know you'll be much quicker at getting ready than $e_them, who often spends an hour or more getting ready.">><</cycle>>
"Alright, but why the sudden rush? Did you plan somethi-"
"Oh, we're almost home," you cut $e_them off, having no intention of answering $e_their question.
<<print $namee>> lets out a little huff of laughter.
"What's going on here?" $e_they wonders aloud as you grab the remote to open the garage.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C35">><</button>><<if "$readytime" == "even though you often take a long time to get ready too.">> <<set $readytime to "take time to prep">><<elseif $readytime == "even though you know you'll be much quicker at getting ready than $e_them, who often spends an hour or more getting ready.">><<set $readytime to "rapidos to prep">><</if>>
$e_They parks the car as you open your door with a shrug.
"Nothing's happening, come on, let's go," you say, leading the way inside.
You start to climb the stairs, thinking <<print $namee>> is on your heels. $e_They's most definitely not.
"My lil cutie, missed me?" you hear $e_them coo from the living room.
You know exactly who's slowing $e_them down. A meow is all you need to confirm your guess. "<<print $namee>>."
"I'm comin', I'm comin'!" $e_they calls out, lowering $e_their voice as if you can't hear $e_them from where you are. "$m_Theyre a bit jealous, you understand. Two minutes is too much for $m_them, I'll make it up to you though, okay? Now gimme a kiss."
You sigh and head first.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C36">><</button>>Soon enough, you're both upstairs in the bathroom, the water running. <<print $namee>> pipes up from behind you, a playful lilt to $e_their voice. "Need some help with all that?"
"You're still dressed and you're offering help?"
A shuffling noise echoes from behind you, and when you glance over your shoulder, <<print $namee>> is standing there with $e_their arms spread wide, now dressed in nothing but $e_their birthday suit and wearing that infamous innocent smile of $e_theirs. "What do you mean I'm still dressed?"
<i>Figures</i>. You roll your eyes good-naturedly as you begin removing your own clothes. Taking $e_their hand, you guide $e_them under the cool spray of the shower, feeling the refreshing water cascade over your intertwined bodies.
<<print $namee>> moves in closer, nestling $e_their face into its usual spot in the crook of your neck, $e_their arms wrapping around your middle as you both just relax against each other. $e_Their bare chest pressed against yours, the comfortable silence and affectionate kisses is enough to make your whole body relax further.
It's those little moments that remind you how lucky you are to have found someone as precious as <<print $namee>>. These are the times that help you both forget the difficult moments of the past and that make you think that the future isn't as bleak as you thought it'd be.
$e_Their fingers brush your skin, sliding up and down your spine in slow and gentle movements. $e_Their lips press tender kisses along the curve of your neck and across your shoulder. $e_Their blue eyes soak you in and observe your features with a look of pure adoration.
"I love you," $e_they murmurs, $e_their hands moving to gently cup your cheek, $e_their smile warm and affectionate.
Brushing $e_their hair back from $e_their eyes with your fingertips, you smile back. "I love you too."
"Love you more," $e_they grins.
And just like that, the tender moment is gone replaced by a playful one.
----
*[[You scrunch your nose. "I'm not doing this."|P1C37]]
*[["Ugh, don't start with this," you grimace.|P1C38]]
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Love you the most," you give a peck against his nose.|P1C39]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[["Love you the most," you give a peck against her nose.|P1C39]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["I'm not so sure about it," you shrug, thumbing his cheek. "But sure, go for it."|P1C40]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[["I'm not so sure about it," you shrug, thumbing her cheek. "But sure, go for it."|P1C40]]<</if>>
*[["Alright, you love me more." You nod, not fighting much and not planning to fight on this.|P1C41]]
*[[You chuckle. "No, no, no. I'm the one who loves you more."|P1C42]]<<set $cheesy to "no">>
"So I win," $e_they shrugs, offering you a wink.
"You didn't."
"I did." $e_they counters, a self-satisfied smirk tugging at $e_their lips.
"I'm not doing this either." you huff.
"Cool. I win again." $e_they says smugly and you can't help but groan in exasperation.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C43">><</button>><<set $cheesy to "no">>
"Start with what?" $e_they feigns innocence, $e_their tone laced with faux-concern.
You wave a hand vaguely between the two of you. "That embarrassing competition."
"Competition? What competition? Are you okay babe? Do you need to see a doc?" $e_their worried frown is undercut by the barely suppressed amusement in $e_their eyes, biting $e_their lip in a clear attempt to hold back $e_their laughter.
You level $e_them with a deadpan stare, which finally proves to be the last straw. <<print $namee>>'s melodic laughter bursts forth, $e_their head tilting back as $e_they clutches $e_their stomach. The sound makes your own lips twitch. This $e_man will definitely be the death of you.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C43">><</button>><<set $cheesy to "yes">>
"Love me the most, huh? Aren't you a smooth talker?" <<print $namee>> chuckles, $e_their fingers tracing your jawline. "Trying to sweet-talk your way into getting something, are we?"
You snort with a shake of your head. "Maybe I just really, really love you the most."
"Prove it," $e_they challenges.
You quirk an eyebrow. "Is that a dare?"
"Maybe it is. You up for it?" <<print $namee>> grins, the mischievous glint on $e_their eyes betraying $e_their seemingly innocent expression.
"How do you want me to prove it then?"
"You have to..." $e_their grin widens. "Wash the dishes."
You level $e_them with a deadpan stare, which finally proves to be the last straw. <<print $namee>>'s melodic laughter bursts forth, $e_their head tilting back as $e_they clutches $e_their stomach. The sound makes your own lips twitch. This $e_man will definitely be the death of you.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C43">><</button>><<set $kids to "no">> <<set $subtle to $subtle + 1>> <<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $genuine to 0>><<set $showblunt to false>><<set $showsubtle to true>><<if $gender == "woman">><<set $m_man to "woman">> <<set $m_Man to "Woman">> <<set $m_boy to "girl">> <<set $m_Boy to "Girl">> <<set $m_sir to "ma'am">> <<set $m_Sir to "Ma'am">> <<set $m_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">><<elseif $gender == "person">><<set $m_man to "person">> <<set $m_Man to "Person">> <<set $m_boy to "kid">> <<set $m_Boy to "Kid">> <<set $m_sir to "Mx">> <<set $m_Sir to "Mx">><<set $m_boyfriend to "lover">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Lover">><<elseif $gender == "man">><<set $m_man to "man">> <<set $m_Man to "Man">> <<set $m_boy to "boy">> <<set $m_Boy to "Boy">> <<set $m_sir to "sir">> <<set $m_Sir to "Sir">><<set $m_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <<set $m_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">><</if>>
<<cycle "$lovekidsornah" autoselect>><<option "You love kids, really, but <i>having</i> kids is another matter.">><<option "You love kids faaaar away from you.">><</cycle>>
<<print $namee>> doesn't say anything at first, $e_their cheek pressed against your thigh as if deep in thought. You wonder if $e_they $e_have picked up on the subtle message that kids are definitely not in your plan, at least not now. If ever. After a minute of silence, $e_they looks up at you, but there's no disappointment or sadness on $e_their face. Only amusement and understanding.
"Yeah, I'm definitely not ready to share you too," $e_they concedes without much fight, drumming $e_their fingers gently on your thighs. "I mean, I looove kids. Gosh, they're so cute, the thought of raising one with all I've got is just so exciting. But it's not a <i>must</i> for me, to have kids I mean. So either way I'm good as long as we're together."
"Yeah?" you whisper, lips curling up in a small smile.
"Yeah, I already got a kid anyway," $e_they teases, $e_their lips spreading in a playful smile as $e_they pokes your cheek with a finger. "You."
You can't help but roll your eyes.
That's always been the way it is between you and <<print $namee>>. $e_They's never rushed things or insisted on things you didn't want or couldn't do. But $e_they's also never stayed silent, $e_they's always been vocal about what $e_they does and doesn't want in life, including in your relationship. After all, this relationship of yours works both ways.
"Oh, by the way, I talked to the neighbor across the street yesterday, you know, the sexy neighbor?" $e_they sits down comfortably next to you on the couch, resting $e_their head on your shoulder.
"You mean <<print $namel>>?" you ask curiously, your eyes focused on $e_their hand taking hold of yours, $e_their skin as pale as snow, making you wonder if the $e_man might actually be a vampire,<<if $skincolor == "pale">>not that you're any better<<else>><</if>>. "What about that old $l_man?"
"$l_They's not <i>that</i> old," $e_they points out. "$l_Theyre, what, 40?"
"That's not young either. What about $l_them?" you respond, not quite understanding where this conversation is going.
"Yeah, well, you should be careful," a smug smile spreads on $e_their lips as $e_they wiggles $e_their brows playfully. "You've got some competition."
It's true that <<print $namel>> Melth turns heads despite $l_their advanced age, always with a charming smile and well-placed words that don't leave the neighborhood residents indifferent. This $l_man knows how to work it, and age doesn't seem to be slowing $l_them down. In fact, $l_they has even tried to charm you too <<cycle "$letlflirt" autoselect>><<option "but you shut that down the moment $l_they opened $l_their mouth.">><<option "and you weren't entirely indifferent, though you never cheated. Obviously.">><</cycle>>
----
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that old woman must've charmed your pants right off," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.|P1C5]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">> [["Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that old man must've charmed your pants right off," you roll your eyes good-naturedly.|P1C5]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Should I be concerned that an old woman is trying to steal my lover?" you shake your head with a small, genuine laugh.|P1C6]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">> [["Should I be concerned that an old man is trying to steal my lover?" you shake your head with a small, genuine laugh.|P1C6]]<</if>>
*[["Oh really? Oh nooo. I'm so jealous. So so jealous. I mean, look at me." you lament dramatically, gesturing to your face in a sarcastic manner. "The epitome of jealousy. Really."|P1C7]]
*<<if $genderrol == "woman">>[["Think she's gonna take you if I ask real nice?" you tease.|P1C8]]<<elseif $genderrol == "man">>[["Think he's gonna take you if I ask real nice?" you tease.|P1C8]]<</if>><<set $cheesy to "don't care">>
<<print $namee>> leans closer, $e_their eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm pretty confident I love you more. It's okay if you're not sure. I am."
$e_They reaches up to trace your jawline, $e_their expression coy. "But if you're really not sure, I'll just have to keep proving it to you, right?"
"Try your best then," you chuckle.
"Challenge accepted," $e_they murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. $e_Their hands slide down your sides.
$e_Their teasing touches send a thrill through you. You know <<print $namee>> would make good on $e_their promise and you won't lie, you can't wait to see your $e_boyfriend demonstrates the depth of $e_their affection. You just hope you won't be late for what you planned for tonight.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C43">><</button>><<set $cheesy to "don't care">>
<<print $namee>> feigns a dramatic pout, $e_their brows furrowing in mock annoyance as $e_they huffs. "You're not even going to fight me on that?'
"Why bother?" you reply, running your hands down <<print $namee>>'s sides. "I know I'm the luckier one here."
"Hmph," <<print $namee>> grumbles, but you can see the corner of $e_their lips threatening to curve upwards. "You sure know how to sweet talk your $e_man."
You cock a brow. "Is that sweet talking if it's true?"
"Now you just want me to blush, babe."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C43">><</button>><<set $cheesy to "yes">>
<<print $namee>> grins impishly, water droplets clinging to $e_their lashes as $e_they singsong, poking your chest. "Hmm, I don't think so. I love you to the moon and back, and that's way more than you could ever love me."
"My love is infinite." You retort with a shrug.
That makes <<print $namee>> huff a laugh as $e_they murmurs affectionately. "You win this round. I guess we're both pretty lucky, huh?"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C43">><</button>>Grabbing your phone from the bed, you let out a weary sigh. There's no way you'll be able to slip out of the house without <<print $namee>> getting suspicious. But you have a backup plan, that plan B goes by the name of Ekissa Jones. Tapping $j_their number, you bring the phone to your ear as you step out onto the balcony.
$j_Their line rings... once.... twice... Just as you start to think $j_they's going to hang up on you when $j_they'll see your name blinking on $j_their phone, $j_they surprises you-
"Yeah?" $j_their voice is already bored but also sounds a bit groggy as if you just woke $j_them up. You wouldn't be surprised if $j_they was sleeping. That's why $j_they usually hangs up on you most of the time. Because nobody ruins $j_their sleep time. Not even you.
"Were you sleeping?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"What do you want <<print $name>>?" $j_they sighs, and you can hear the rustling of fabric as $j_they shifts on the other end of the line. "Yeah, was having a little nap 'til you went and ruined it..."
Stealing a quick glance over your shoulder to ensure <<print $namee>> isn't around, you get right to the point. "Can you pick something up for me? Like, right now?"
"You've gotta be kidding me," you don't need to <i>see</i> $j_them to know there's a scowl distorting $j_their face right now. "What am I, your personal errand $j_boy?"
----
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["C'moooon, do this for your bestie. I'll pay for your gas, buy you your fave snacks, tell you how much you mean to me–" you start to bargain, but he cuts you off.|P1C44]]<<elseif $genderroj == "woman">>[["C'moooon, do this for your bestie. I'll pay for your gas, buy you your fave snacks, tell you how much you mean to me–" you start to bargain, but she cuts you off.|P1C44]]<</if>>
*[["Please, I really need it now," you pass a hand over your face, scrunching your nose as you add. "I know you've got better things to do than doing errand for me but just this time. Please?"|P1C45]]
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["The kindest and prettiest errand boy I've ever seen," you try to sugarcoat and sweet talk your friend playfully.|P1C46]]<<elseif $genderroj == "woman">>[["The kindest and prettiest errand girl I've ever seen," you try to sugarcoat and sweet talk your friend playfully.|P1C46]]<</if>>
*[["You're not..." you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry. I just... I want this to be a surprise and I can't leave the house out of nowhere. But I get it if you're busy."|P1C47]]"I get it, I get it. You're giving me a headache." Ekissa's voice turns a bit more intrigued, the sleepiness fading. "What kind of 'something' are we talking about here?"
"It's... a ring." you lower your voice.
"Ring?" Ekissa echoes.
"I'm gonna propose to <<print $namee>>," you confess, your heart racing with both excitement and anxiety.
"Propose? As in marriage?" $j_they lets out a low whistle. "Damn, didn't see that one comin'."
"That's why I need your help, I can't just have <<print $namee>> come with me to pick it out, you know?" You explain quickly. "Can you swing by the jeweler and grab it for me? Please? I'll send you the address."
There's a brief pause, and you can practically see the gears turning in Ekissa's head. "A'ight, fine. You owe me one."
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, relief washing over you. "Of course! Thanks, really, this mean the–"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Ekissa cuts you off, not waiting for you to finish before abruptly ending the call.
You blink down at your now-silent phone, shaking your head fondly. Leave it to Ekissa to not stick around for the sentimental stuff. Oh well, time to send $j_them the address.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C48">><</button>>"What kind of something are we talking about here?" Ekissa's voice turns a bit more intrigued, the sleepiness fading.
"A ring I ordered. I didn't have time to pick it up," you explain.
"A ring? As in–"
"I'm going to propose to <<print $namee>>," you answer before $j_they can finish. "Tonight."
There's a long pause on the other end of the line as you hold your breath. Finally, you hear $j_them sighs. "Fine, but you owe me big time. I'm cutting my beauty sleep short, y'know?"
A relieved small smile spread on your lips. "Thank you, Eki'. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." $j_They grumbles. "Just text me the details and I'll be there as soon as I can. But don't expect any favors from me for at least a month, got it?"
$j_They doesn't wait for an acknowledgment before abruptly ending the call, but your smile remains firmly in place. Time to send $j_them that address.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C48">><</button>>Silence. Then, more silence.
You check your phone, just to make sure Ekissa hasn't hung up on you again, before pressing it back to your ear. "Eki'?"
"What?" $j_they finally responds.
"What do you mean 'what'? You could answer something at least." You huff, earning another exasperated sigh from $j_them. "I thought you hang up on me. <i>Again</i>."
"I was about to." $j_they confesses begrudgingly. "What's this 'something' you need me to pick up?"
"A ring I ordered. I didn't have time to pick it up," you explain quickly. "Please, I promise I'll make it up to you! Somehow. If I can."
"A ring? As in-"
"I'm going to propose to <<print $namee>>," you cut $j_them off with a grin. "Tonight. I know you're probably busy... uh... sleeping. But it's really important for me."
There's a long pause on the other end of the line as you hold your breath. Finally, you hear $j_them groan. "Fine, but you owe me big time. I'm cutting my beauty sleep short, y'know?"
Your grin widen. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." $j_they grumbles. "Just text me the details and I'll be there as soon as I can. But don't expect any favors from me for at least a month, got it?"
$j_They ends the call, but your smile remains firmly in place. Time to send $j_them that address.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C48">><</button>>"I'm not," $j_they replies, tone softer than earlier. "What do you want me to pick up?"
"A ring I ordered. I didn't have time to go get it myself," you explain.
"A ring? As in-"
"I'm going to propose to <<print $namee>>," you answer before $j_they can finish. "Tonight."
There's a long pause on the other end of the line as you hold your breath. Finally, you hear $j_them sighs. "Fine, but you owe me big time. I'm cutting my beauty sleep short, y'know?"
Your own expression softens as you sigh in relief. "Thanks,Eki'."
"You're welcome. Send me the address of the jewelry store, yeah? I'll be there as soon as I can."
And with that, Ekissa ends the call as you text $j_them the address with a small, grateful smile.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C48">><</button>><b><i>30 minutes later...</i></b>
Ekissa pulls up on the side of the road in your quiet neighborhood. As $j_they steps out, $j_their cap does little to contain $j_their unruly, dyed snowy hair. Those curls have always been a challenge to tame, always kind of messy but that's what worked on $j_them. The beige tank top and sleep pants hanging low on $j_their hips don't cover much the V-line of $j_their hips and the expanse of $j_their dark brown chocolate skin.
$j_Their face though, is nothing but cheerful. The big bright smile, the excitement you can see in $j_their black eyes when $j_they sees you. Especially when you see $j_them up close as you open the front door. If there's one word that could perfectly define Ekissa, it'd be 'cheerful.'
"It's the last time I'm doing this shit," $j_they mutters, grabbing your wrist to quickly shove the little jewelry box into your palm.
Here is the sunshine best friend of yours. Such a good vibe emanating from $j_them. You're blinded by the sheer brightness of $j_their glare, a sweet way to show you how much you two get along so well.
Though, in all seriousness, you two <i>do</i> get along well. You're probably the only friend who can keep up with $j_their grumpiness. $j_They's not very shy of speaking $j_their mind either.
<<if $serious is 1>> "Thanks," you say. "Been a while since I've seen you."
"Maybe if you weren't so busy, we could've hung out more," $j_they grumbles.
"I'll try to make some time for you," you nod with a determined glint in your eyes.
Ekissa huffs and looks away. You barely hear $j_their quiet "Thanks."
<<elseif $playful is 1>>"Thanks," you grin. "It's been way too long since I last saw you."
Ekissa's response comes with a slight grumble. "Maybe if you weren't so busy all the time, we could've hung out more."
"Aww," your hand nudge $j_them, your grin widening playfully. "Missed me?"
$j_They scowls at you, swatting your hand away. "Of course I missed you."
Your expression softens at $j_their admission. "I'll try to find some time for you, I promise."
Ekissa huffs and looks away. You barely hear $j_their quiet "Thanks."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C49">><</button>>It's true that you two didn't hang out as much as before. When you're not job hunting, you're with <<print $namee>>, when you're not with <<print $namee>>, you're doing some chores. You're always busy doing something and it's been difficult to spend time with your best friend. Ekissa told you already $j_they didn't like it. But $j_they always respected it. $j_They's been a steadfast friend, even when you couldn't be there for $j_them as much as you both would've liked.
"Nervous?"
You tear your gaze away from the little box to meet $j_their gaze with a small smile. "It'd be a lie if I said I wasn't."
Ekissa's expression softens. $j_They always has the kind of look who could scare you, the kind of look that can make $j_them seem unapproachable or even a little intimidating to those who don't know $j_them well. People often think $j_they's constantly glaring at them when $j_they's just minding $j_their own business. $j_They just has a resting bitch face, really.
But $j_their features can change drastically when $j_they smiles. $j_Their cat-like eyes would crinkle and slightly close like two crescent moons, the ever-present frown would melt away, the harsh lines of $j_their face would relax.
The smiles $j_they gives are always the warmest.
$j_They squeezes your shoulder with a nod. "Do your worst, yeah? I'll see you soon."
"Leaving already?" you blink at $j_them but $j_they doesn't answer. Only waving as $j_they turns and heads back to $j_their car.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C50">><</button>><<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 1>><<set $showgenuine to false>><<set $showsarcastic to true>>
"$l_They did," $e_they sighs dreamily as if genuinely swooning over <<print $namel>>'s attention. "$l_they helped me carrying the groceries yesterday, $l_they even put everything away for me. I was so charmed..." $e_they gazes off wistfully. "You should've seen $l_their sexy smile, and $l_their smooth, sexy pick-up lines and $l_their sexy-"
"Alright, alright, I get it." you huff. "$l_They was oh-so-irresistible. Are you gonna talk about $l_them all day?"
"Not my fault if you were too busy telling the neighbors their kids were little monsters," $e_they nudges your shoulder, smirking. "Jealous?"
"Oh, so much," you drawl, voice thick with sarcasm.
"Aww," $e_they pouts, nudging you again playfully. "Now you're just trying to make me sad."
You let out an exasperated sigh. "For your information, those kids are monsters—they broke a window and laughed about it when I caught them red-handed."
"Oh yeah, they're terrible, scary... they're little demons we should avoid at all cost," $e_they raises $e_their hands in a mock imitation of fearsome creature, as if ready to snatch the mischievous children up, all while wearing that little smile on $e_their lips.
"You won't be saying that when they're gonna come trampling all over your precious flowers."
That makes $e_their smile immediately fall into a grimace. "Not my flowers..."
<<button "NEXT" "P1Cpre9">><</button>>"Was that Ekissa?" a familiar chin comes to rest on your shoulder and $e_their arms wrap around your middle.
You quickly stash the ring box in your pocket before clearing your throat. "Ah, yeah. $j_They just needed something."
You keep your gaze stubbornly fixed ahead, avoiding <<print $namee>>'s inquisitive stare. You know that if you look at $e_them right now, $e_they'll be able to read you like an open book. And you don't know if sometimes it's a good thing for someone to know you like the back of their hand. You can't hide nothing. Not even when you want to surprise them. That's pretty much like a double-edged sword.
But you're gonna hide alright today. This is too important to risk messing up.
"Something, huh?" $e_they tilts $e_their head, cheek nuzzling your shoulder. You know what $e_they's trying to do. Trying to coax the truth out of you. Trying to have $e_their way with $e_their endearing affection.
----
*[["Yeah, something." You nod, expression unreadable.|P1C51]]
*[[You turn your head slightly, meeting your lover's gaze with a small, coy smirk. "Mh, that's what I said."|P1C52]]
*[["Ready to go?" You change the topic.|P1C53]]
*[["Yup." You nod slowly, trying to keep a straight face. You're failing. "Something. Yeah, just.... something."|P1C54]]
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["You wanted to give Ekissa back the 20 bucks you owe him?" You nudge your lover playfully.|P1C55]]<<elseif $genderroj == "woman">>[["You wanted to give Ekissa back the 20 bucks you owe her?" You nudge your lover playfully.|P1C55]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[["What? No, he didn't brought me something." You blurt out. Damn you and your incapacity to lie.|P1C56]]<<elseif $genderroj == "woman">>[["What? No, she didn't brought me something." You blurt out. Damn you and your incapacity to lie.|P1C56]]<</if>><<set $liar to "good">>
<<print $namee>> narrows $e_their eyes, studying you intently, but you don't show anything as you turn your head to give a peck on $e_their nose. "Let's get ready, yeah?"
"You're not gonna say anything, are you?" $e_they huffs a laugh, the curious gleam in $e_their eyes remaining as $e_they takes your hand when you both head upstairs.
"Nope."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C57">><</button>><<set $liar to "good">>
$e_They narrows $e_their eyes, studying you intently, but you don't show anything as you turn your head to give a peck on <<print $namee>>'s nose. "Let's get ready, yeah?"
"You're not gonna say anything, are you?" <<print $namee>> huffs a laugh, the curious gleam in $e_their eyes remaining as $e_they takes your hand when you both head upstairs.
"Nope."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C57">><</button>><<set $liar to "deflect">>
<<print $namee>> responds with a wry chuckle. "If leaving with just a towel is what you call 'ready', then yeah, I'm all set"
"Smartass," you snort as you turn around to face <<print $namee>>, you give $e_their hand a gentle tug. "C'mon, let's actually get ready. We're already running late as it is."
"Yeah, late for..." $e_they tries again but you ignore it and tug $e_their hand once again, guiding $e_them upstairs to the bedroom. $e_They groans. "Ugh, you're so annoying when you do this."
"You love surprises," you retort.
<<print $namee>> can't help but agree begrudgingly. "That I do."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C57">><</button>><<set $liar to "bad">>
You try. You do your absolute best to keep the secret, but <<print $namee>>'s unwavering gaze has you practically sweating. Still, it's not enough to make you spill the beans. You think.
"Are you hiding something from me, $name?" <<print $namee>> asks.
No way you're telling $e_them what you planned. Right?
"You're trying to hide something," $e_they continues with a knowing smile. "I can see it written all over your face."
"What? No, of course not," you reply innocently. Nervously. You're painfully aware you're not being subtle at all.
"You can't hide anything from me, remember?" $e_their hands rubs up and down your sides affectionately as $e_they shakes $e_their head and decides to take pity on you. "Alright, alright, I won't pry. Let's just get ready, yeah?"
"Yes please," you say, the high-pitched tone making <<print $namee>> chuckles fondly.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C57">><</button>><<set $liar to "deflect">>
"I don't owe $j_them anything." <<print $namee>> starts to pout, crossing $e_their arms when you turn around to face $e_them.
Here we go again.
"I was right when I said that stranger was into $j_them," $e_they says, tone taking on a defensive edge. "Not my fault the guy was too scared of Ekissa to make a move. I swear, he was staring at Ekissa all night! If we hadn't left the bar early, I'm sure he would've tried something."
"Well, you kinda bet with Eki' that the guy would talk to $e_them–"
"It doesn't count if we left <i>before</i> the poor guy could make his move," <<print $namee>> protests stubbornly as $e_they heads upstairs first, ending the argument here. "Let's just get ready."
You can't help but sigh fondly at $e_their antics. "Alright then."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C57">><</button>><<set $liar to "bad">>
<<print $namee>> blinks at you, a smile threatening to spread across $e_their face, though $e_they bites it back. "Mmh, I see."
You fucked up. You fucked up bad. $e_They could ask the right questions and you just know you'd spill everything. You need to learn how to shut the fuck up.
"So $e_they did bring something, huh?" <<print $namee>> muses, $e_their expression turning sly. "And if you're panicking, does that mean what $e_they brought has something to do with m– Hey! Where are you going?" $e_They calls out as you quickly turn and make a beeline for the bedroom upstairs, cutting $e_them off. $e_Their laugh echo downstairs.
"Let's just get ready," you call out. "We're gonna be late to the restau–"
You squeeze your eyes shut, mentally berating yourself for the slip-up. For fuck's sake. This is gonna be harder than you thought.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C57">><</button>>After a few minutes rushing to get ready, you're now fully dressed in a <<cycle "$outfit1" autoselect>><<option "elegant">><<option "comfortable">><<option "sexy">><</cycle>> outfit. You examine your reflection in the mirror, fixing your <<print $hairlength>> <<print $haircolor>> hair with your fingers, when $catname saunters into the bedroom.
"Go away," you mumble dismissively. "Shoo, shooo."
Undeterred, he pads closer on his little paws, coming to a halt near your discarded clothes on the floor. You and the furry lock eyes, a tense moment hanging in the air. Then, your expression falls when he approaches the fabric as he assumes a familiar position.
A position you know too well.
"Oh no no no no, don't you dare— <<print $catname>> I'm serious—"
It's too late. Your shirt grows darker and damp as you squeeze your eyes shut with a grimace. "Aaand you're doing it."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C58">><</button>>"<<print $catname>>!" <<print $namee>> chides the little monster from the doorway.
When you open your eyes, <<print $namee>> offers an apologetic smile. $e_Their white top has a low, rounded neckline that dips low, leaving your throat dry. The lightweight fabric is tucked in form-fitting black pants that sit at the waist, the slim black belt with a metal buckle holding the pants up.
Around the neck is a necklace, the one you offered $e_them. $e_They looks unfairly gorgeous. "I'll clean this," $e_they promises. "Wait in the car?"
You nod with a sigh and make your way out of the bedroom. As you reach the doorway however, <<print $namee>> calls out:
<<if $outfit1 == "sexy">>"<i>Love</i> the outfit by the way, babe. It's really... well, let's just say it gives too much to imagine," $e_They winks playfully. "I would <i>love</i> to see what's underneath tho, if you know what I mean."<<elseif $outfit1 == "comfortable">>"<i>Love</i> the outfit by the way, babe." <<print $namee>> beams. For a moment you think $e_they may be joking, but $e_their genuine smile proves otherwise. "Can't wait to get you out of those clothes later tho."<<else>>"<i>Love</i> the outfit by the way, babe. It's so..." $e_they sighs dreamily, clearly besotted. "So classy, you're glowing I swear. You always know how to wear these kind of clothes. I <i>love</i> it."<</if>>
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*[[You blush at the compliment, a shy smile touching your lips.|P1C59]]
*[[You blush profusely. "A-Ah, thanks. Your... Y-Your outfit... I love it too."|P1C60]]
*[[You smirk. "Hmm, you're not too shabby yourself. But I have to say, I prefer what's underneath all that."|P1C61]]
*[["Hm, I love your outfit too. But what's underneath is even better," you boldly say but rapidly look away to hide your blush as you clear your throat. "Anywaaay, I'm just gonna-" you gesture vaguely behind you. "-wait for you in the car."|P1C62]]<<set $shy to "yeawarm">>
$e_They grins proudly at your praise, spinning in a quick circle to show off $e_their outfit. "Yeah?"
Poising dramatically with one hand on $e_their hip, $e_they tosses a playful look over $e_their shoulder. $e_Their lips curl in a playful pout. "And how about this pose? Better than the last?"
$e_They smirks and cocks $e_their other hand above $e_their head, jutting out one hip for emphasis. "What about this view?"
"Yeah, <<if $genderroe == "man">>handsome<<else>>pretty<</if>> as always," a soft chuckle escapes you, closing the distance between you to place a delicate kiss against $e_their jaw. "I'll wait in the car."
"Alright," $e_they murmurs, catching your jaw to return the kiss before reluctantly letting you slip from $e_their embrace. "I'll be quick, I promise."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C63">><</button>><<set $genuine to $genuine + 1>><<set $showgenuine to true>><<set $showsarcastic to false>>
<<print $namee>> doesn't hide much $e_their pleased smile even if $e_they <i>does</i> try by turning $e_their head. Clearing $e_their throat, $e_they takes your hand and places a kiss in your palm. "Not really, but it's always fun to see your reaction."
"Is it now?" you huff, warmth spreading in your chest at the affectionate gesture. "Glad to entertain you."
"Thanks for humoring me," $e_they chuckles.
"What did $l_they do anyway?"
"Hmm?" <<print $namee>> hums, pretending for a moment not to know who you're referring to.
"<<print $namel>>," you clarify, fixing $e_them with a pointed look.
"Hmmm, $l_they helped me with the course I did yesterday..." $e_they taps $e_their chin thoughtfully before narrowing $e_their eyes playfully at you as $e_they pokes your cheek. "....while <i>you</i>, my dear, were busy arguing with the neighbors about their kids."
You groan at the memory, the frustration of that day still pretty much here. The Lazins' kids had decided to break your window, then had the audacity to laugh in your face when you caught them in the act. Of course, you tried to have a reasonable discussion with their parents but... well, let's just say Mr. and Mrs. Lazin didn't seem to care much, simply brushing off the whole incident as if it was no big deal.
<<print $namee>>, ever the peacemaker, had managed to diffuse the argument by bringing over some smoothies. You'd doubted $e_their plan, you thought it wouldn't work. It worked. And you suspect it wasn't just because of the smoothies, but because the Lazins have a bit of a crush on your $e_boyfriend. All $e_they had to do was flash them that smile of $e_theirs, and they'd forget their own names. If you had tried that, they probably would've just given you a funny look.
<<button "NEXT" "P1Cpre9">><</button>><<set $shy to "yeamess">>
"You do?" $namee's grin could light the room as $e_they gives a playful twirl. "How's this look?"
Your ears heat up. Your face is red. You don't even know why you're still shy after years of dating $e_them but you are. There's just things where you can't help yourself. <<print $namee>> doesn't seem to mind, preening under your obvious appreciation. You don't trust your words so you nod enthusiastically in response.
"And this?" $e_they strikes a pose, a hand on $e_their hip and the other lift high above $e_their head. Spinning to face away, $e_they looks back over $e_their shoulder with pouty lips and a cocked hip. "This one's better than the spin?"
A surprised laugh escapes you, melting the tension. <<print $namee>> stops $e_their antics and approaches with a soft smile, kissing your jaw tenderly. $e_Their loving gaze lingers before $e_they reluctantly pull away. "I'll go clean up the furball's mess."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C63">><</button>><<set $shy to "nopebold">>
<<print $namee>>'s head tilts to the side, a pleased grin spreading across $e_their features. Sauntering closer, <<print $namee>>'s fingers trail feather-light up your arms. "Is that so? Because I happen to <i>love</i> you naked just as much."
"Hmm, is that so?" you murmur, licking your lips. "How much, exactly?"
$e_Their lips press a soft kiss against your jaw before trailing down to your neck. <<print $namee>>'s warm breath ghosts over your skin as $e_they murmur, "To the point of desperate begging, if I'm being honest."
A shiver runs down your spine as you chuckle huskily. "Well then, I'll be waiting in the car."
"Aww, already?" $e_they pouts but reluctantly lets you go to deal with the furry's mess. "I'll be quick!"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C63">><</button>><<set $shy to "lilbutbold">>
<<print $namee>> tilts $e_their head, a pleased grin spreading across $e_their face. Before you can escape, $e_they saunters towards you, $e_their feather-light fingers trailing up your arms. "I <i>love</i> you naked too."
You swallow. Finding back your confidence, you lick your lips and murmur. "Hmm, is that so? How much?"
$e_Their lips press against your jaw, then trail down to your neck, your blush deepening. $e_They breathes out against your skin. "To the point of begging."
"I'll..." a shiver runs down your spine as you chuckle huskily. "I'll be waiting in the car."
"Aww, already?" $e_they pouts slightly, but lets you go reluctantly to clean up $catname's mess. "I'll be quick!"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C63">><</button>><b>19:20
Oakmont City - 'The Hearth' Restaurant</b>
As both of you step into the jungle‐inspired restaurant, you're immediately enveloped in a warm atmosphere. The kind of atmosphere that puts you at ease the second you're in. The place is elegant but not the kind of elegant where you just <i>know</i> the whole damn thing is expensive and bling-bling but more in a familiar kind of way.
You take in the vaulted, wooden ceilings, draped with verdant foliage and the soft, ambient lighting from the ornate, lantern-style fixtures that cast a cozy glow over the tables scattered throughout the space.
This is better than what you saw online and it's the perfect setting for the special evening you planned. When you turn your head, you're relieved to see that $namee, too, seems captivated, $e_their gaze wandering appreciatively over the restaurant.
A friendly host in his crisp, white button-down shirt with the restaurant's logo embroidered on the left chest pocket and a well-pressed pair of black dress pants, greets you both with a polite smile. As you give him your name, he gestures towards a secluded table that you had reserved, and soon you and $namee are seated across from each other.
"It's... wow," your $e_boyfriend murmurs, eyes shining with delight. "I can't believe you found this hidden gem."
"Like it?" you ask softly, grabbing the menu that a waitress holds out to the two of you.
"I <i>love</i> it, there's brown everywhere!" $e_they exclaims, $e_their grin widening more and more. $e_They did like the color brown after all. Not that you chose this place for the color but for the overall ambiance that caught your attention when you chose it, knowing $namee would appreciate the thoughtfulness behind it.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C64">><</button>>Looking down at the menus, you notice the waitress standing patiently by your side, not leaving. It's only when $namee glances up at the waitress and politely requests some time to decide that she finally beams and steps away, giving you both the space you need.
<<print $namee>>'s hand covers yours on the table, $e_their thumb stroking your skin affectionately. <<if $liar == "bad">>"Well, I had my suspicions when you were dancing around my questions earlier. But honestly? I had no idea it'd be this breathtaking."<<elseif $liar == "deflect">>"So that's why you tried to avoid the topic earlier? This place is breathtaking."<<else>>"This is a nice surprise, I certainly didn't expect this. Seriously, this place is breathtaking."<</if>>
"That much?" you smile, turning your hand over to clasp $e_theirs gently. "I'm glad you like it."
Your gazes remain locked for some long moment, lost in your own private world, until the cheerful voice of the waitress shatters the intimate bubble.
"Have you lovebirds made your choices yet?" she exclaims excitedly, her volume making you both wince slightly.
Her eyes shift between you two, laughing softly. "Oops, sorry! Did I interrupt something important?" Without waiting for a response, she continues smoothly. "The grilled filet of salmon is amazing, you should try it! Oh and the Caesar salad too. What do you think? Wanna give those a try?"
$namee and you exchange a brief look, an unspoken conversation passing between you, before you turn your attention to the bright-eyed waitress. $namee speaks up politely. "The grilled salmon sounds perfect, thank you."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C65">><</button>>"I'm Diana by the way," she adds brightly, her smile never faltering, though you notice she has yet to write down $namee's order.
"Pardon?" $namee forces a smile and you have to bite back a laugh. It's not every day your lively, friendly $e_boyfriend seems this uncomfortable and you're not gonna lie. It's kind of funny to see $e_them like this.
"My name," Diana repeats brightly, oblivious to $namee's discomfort. "It's Diana."
"Oooh, got it" your $e_boyfriend nods slowly, barely able to hide $e_their grimace that tugs at the corners of $e_their mouth. $e_They clears $e_their throat, nudging your hand with $e_their. "Anyway, babe, what do you wanna eat?"
You place your order, but once again, the waitress doesn't write anything down. You'll have to trust her to remember everything.
"She's..." <<print $namee>> scratches the back of $e_their neck as $e_they searches for the right words after Diana leaves. "... something."
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*[[You scrunch your nose. "She's getting on my nerves."|P1C66]]
*[["Right," you huff a laugh. "She's something alright."|P1C67]]
*[["Tell me about it," you grumble.|P1C68]]
*[[ "She's nice tho," you point out softly, not wanting to antagonize the poor girl. "And friendly."|P1C69]]<<if $charm is 1>>$namee's eyes widen in surprise, a loud laugh suddenly echoing through the restaurant. Patrons throw you both a few dirty looks.
"What's so funny?" you furrow your brows, puzzled by $e_their reaction.
"Nothing, nothing," $e_they chuckles, waving a hand dismissively. "I just wasn't expecting that kind of answer from you. You're full of surprise, you know that?"
You shrug, a smirk playing on your lips. "Gotta keep you on your toes."
<<else>>$namee smiles fondly, finding your hand again to squeeze it gently. "Wanna get out of here?"
You shake your head as you enterlace $e_their fingers with yours. "Nah, we can stay. I'll survive."
"You sure?" $e_they teases, brow raised playfully.
"I'll survive <i>if</i> she stops being so annoying," you clarify, earning a soft laugh from your $e_boyfriend. Your own lips curl up in a small smile.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C70">><</button>><<if $sarcastic is 1>>$namee stares at you a moment, eyes narrowed as if trying to decipher something in your expression.
"What?" you blink at $e_them, puzzled by $e_their scrutiny.
"Nothing, I'm just trying to figure out if you're being sarcastic," $e_they shrugs, then adds questioningly. "Are you being sarcastic?"
It's your turn to narrow your eyes, a coy smile spreading across your lips. "Who knows?"
<<else>>$namee shakes $e_their head fondly. "I can't deny she's a bit... overwhelming."
"In a good or bad way?" you inquire.
"Both?" $e_they confesses wit a shrug. "She seems lovely, but doesn't really know what 'personal space' means."
You nod slowly. "Yeah, that seems to sum her up."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C70">><</button>><<if $intimid is 1>> "She's not that bad," $namee says, ever the peacemaker. "She's a bit-"
"Annoying?" you supply.
"-overwhelming," $e_they finishes, ignoring your snort. $e_They shrugs lightly. "But she seems nice enough."
"If you say so," you huff, not fully convinced.
$namee smiles fondly, finding your hand again to squeeze it gently. "Let's just enjoy our moment, okay?"
"Hmm."
<<else>>$namee's brows furrow as $e_they studies you for a moment, before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Wanna get out of here?"
"What?" You blink, caught off guard by the unexpected offer.
"I said, do you wanna leave?" $e_they repeats softly. "It's rare to see you this bothered, she must've really got under your skin, huh?"
"Nah," you wave your free hand dismissively, throwing $e_them a charming smile. "I'm good, don't worry about it."
$e_They tilts $e_their head, frown still in place. "You sure...?"
"I'm sure," you nod. "Let's just focus on us, yeah?"
At that, $namee's smile reappears, and $e_they brings your hand up to press a kiss against your knuckles. "Alright."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C70">><</button>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $intimidgrump is 1>> $namee's eyes widen slowly, as if you just said something scary. $e_They blinks, staring at you for a long moment, leaving you wondering if you've grown a second head without realizing it.
You click your tongue. "What now?"
"Who are you and what have you done with my grumpy, sarcastic $m_boyfriend?" $e_they teases.
You narrow your eyes at $e_them, lifting your forefinger to jab it towards your chest. "I'm the $m_boyfriend you love so much, thank you very much."
"You're sure?" $e_they teases with a grin.
"Whatever," you roll your eyes. "I was trying to be nice but that was a bad idea, clearly."
$namee laughs softly, reaching out to squeeze your hand. "I'm kidding, babe. Let's enjoy our moment, hmm?"
"Hm."
<<elseif $sarcastic is 1>>$namee blinks at you, staring at you for long moment as if searching for something $e_they can't understand. You must have grown a second head without your knowledge, judging by the puzzled expression on $e_their face.
"What now?" you cock a brow.
"Was that... sarcasm? I can't tell if you were being genuine," $e_they confesses, looking a bit confused.
You huff at $e_their words, clicking your tongue. "Of course I was being genuine."
"Oooh," $namee murmurs before smiling softly. "Alright. Then yeah, she does seem lovely."
<<elseif $intimidgrump is 1>>$namee's eyes widen slowly, as if you'd said something positively alarming. $e_They blinks, staring at you for a long moment, making you wonder if you'd suddenly grown a second head.
You click your tongue. "What now?"
"My $m_boyfriend $m_have grown up so much," $e_they sniffs dramatically, wiping an invisible tear under $e_their eyes with $e_their thumb.
"What?" your brow furrows in confusion.
$e_Their hands find one of yours. "You finally learned how to be nice to people. I'm proud of you, babe."
"Whatever," you roll your eyes. "I was just trying to be nice, but clearly that was a bad idea."
$namee laughs softly. "I'm kidding, babe. Let's enjoy our moment, okay?"
"Hm."
<<else>>$namee nods, a grin tugging at $e_their lips. "Oh, absolutely– She’s nice. But a bit..."
"Overwhelming?" you supply, cocking your head inquisitively.
"Yeah, that's the word," $e_they agrees with another nod. "Not that it's always a bad thing, of course. But just blurting out her name like that out of nowhere was a bit... too much. But she’s lovely of course."
"Yeah, I get what you mean, she just needs to learn what 'personal space' mean," you hum as $namee agrees with a smile.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C70">><</button>><<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 1>><<set $showgenuine to false>><<set $showsarcastic to true>>
<<print $namee>> narrows $e_their eyes at your theatrics. "<i>Ha-ha</i>."
"What? I'm <i>super</i> jealous here, can't you tell?" you quip with a smirk, eliciting an eyeroll from your $e_boyfriend.
"Don't get too comfortable," $e_they counters with a grin, "because I'll be the one smiling when you wake up and I've run off with that sexy $l_man."
Despite $e_their words, <<print $namee>> does a poor job of hiding the lovestruck gleam in $e_their eyes as $e_they gazes at you.
You can't resist the opportunity to tease $e_them. "Should I go ahead and thank $l_them now or...?"
$e_Their expression shifts to one of mock-outrage as $e_they reaches out to pinch your side. "Hey! Not funny."
"What did $l_they do anyway?" you tilt your head. While you trusted $e_them, you're still curious to know.
"Hmm?" <<print $namee>> hums, pretending for a moment not to know who you're referring to.
"<<print $namel>>," you clarify, fixing $e_them with a pointed look.
"Hmmm, $l_they helped me with the course I did yesterday..." $e_they taps $e_their chin thoughtfully before narrowing $e_their eyes playfully at you as $e_they pokes your cheek. "....while <i>you</i>, my dear, were busy arguing with the neighbors about their kids."
You groan at the memory, the frustration of that day still pretty much here. The Lazins' kids had decided to break your window, then had the audacity to laugh in your face when you caught them in the act. Of course, you tried to have a reasonable discussion with their parents but... well, let's just say Mr. and Mrs. Lazin didn't seem to care much, simply brushing off the whole incident as if it was no big deal.
<<print $namee>>, ever the peacemaker, had managed to diffuse the argument by bringing over some smoothies. You'd doubted $e_their plan, you thought it wouldn't work. It worked. And you suspect it wasn't just because of the smoothies, but because the Lazins have a bit of a crush on your $e_boyfriend. All $e_they had to do was flash them that smile of $e_theirs, and they'd forget their own names. If you had tried that, they probably would've just given you a funny look.
<<button "Next" "P1Cpre9">><</button>>Busying yourself by looking around, you pause when you notice your $e_boyfriend staring intently at your outfit. $e_Their fingers drum lightly against the table as you follow $e_their gaze and spot the wrinkle $e_they's zeroed in on. A fond sigh escapes you as you hear the familiar line you know is coming.
"You've got wrin–"
"–kles everywhere," you finish in a near-perfect imitation of $e_their voice. The way $e_their lips purse into a tight line tells you this doesn't please $e_them much. Another sigh slips out. "Go ahead, I know you're itching to fix it."
$e_They doesn't need to be told twice, leaning forward over the table to carefully smooth the wrinkle with $e_their hand. Once $e_they sits back in satisfaction, a smile spreads across $e_their face.
"Better?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"Better."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C71">><</button>>The seconds bleed into minutes, then stretch into hours, you think you ate but you don't remember what you and $namee talked about. You're overwhelmed—and not by Diana this time but by your emotions. You tried to find a good timing. Alas, you're too fucking anxious and $namee always finds a topic when the conversation dies.
It's only when you two fall into a comfortable silence that you know it's the right time to do it. The mood is right, $namee seems to be enjoying $e_themself, and the ambiance of the room is rather romantic thanks to the dim light and calm background music.
"$namee...?" you break the comfortable silence, putting down your fork as your free hand rests hesitantly on one pocket.
"Mm?"
$e_Their attention returns to you. Your courage wavers and you have to suck in a breath to calm your nerves. This is your moment. It's now or never. You can't wait another day, and a part of you just wants to be the one to propose. You know $namee will do it if you don't and that's something you want to avoid. $namee did so much for you and you feel like what <i>you</i>'ve done isn't enough yet.
$namee brings you back to reality when $e_they tilts $e_their head expectantly and you think you're about to chicken out when–
<<button "NEXT" "P1C72">><</button>>"You're important to me, you know that, right?" you start, heart racing so fast it wouldn't be a surprise if $e_they hears it too. "I mean, it's been already three years and we're still together, still happy. I... I don't know if I'm doing a good job right now, I don't know if you're ready for this. I just know I've never loved someone as much as you."
This is thrilling. This is also very much nerve-wracking. And let's not forget cheesy, but you can do cheesy. No, not cheesy, <i>romantic</i>. You want to be romantic right now. You want $e_them to know how much $e_they means to you.
You feel like crying right now. You don't know if you're being emotional, if it's because you feel like you're doing a poor job at expressing yourself, or if it's just nerves. Fuck, you don't even know what you're saying. Is it too much? Not enough? Your body trembles with adrenaline and excitement.
A shaky breath. "You're so... <i>so</i> understanding and no matter how much I fuck up, you're still here, still supporting me through whatever life throws at us. You're the only–"
"Do you need anything else? Drinks? Dessert?" Diana cuts you off with a beaming smile, a notepad in one hand and a pen in another.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C73">><</button>>There's going to be a murder tonight. You're going to get arrested for strangling a waitress. <<if $intimid is 1>>She either doesn't see your glare or just decides to ignore it. <<else>>She doesn't seem to understand she just ruined your moment.<</if>>
<<if $blunt is 1>>You're about to tell her plainly that she ruined the moment and to come back later but $namee beats you to it. <<else>>You try to catch her eyes and try to be subtle about it, to make her understand it's not the time for ordering anything right now but $namee beats you to it.<</if>>
"Ah– Sorry, can you come back later?" $namee asks with a small smile. The waitress blinks but nods anyway and leaves you be. Looking back at you, your $e_boyfriend's smile turns warmer. "You were saying?"
Your eyes lower to the table, frowning slightly. You know you shouldn't be angry at that waitress, but you are. This is supposed to be a big moment, the mood was right until she had to come and ruin it. This was supposed to be <i>your</i> moment.
Squeezing your eyes shut a moment, you open them and pull away your hand from your pocket before smiling back at $namee, covering $e_their hand with yours on the table instead. "Nothing. It can wait."
"You're sure?" $e_they asks, a slight frown between $e_their brows. "It sounded importan–"
"I'm sure."
The rest of the dinner passes in a blur.
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*<i>[explicit sex scene]</i> [[Back home, things get... rather heated.|P1C74]]
*<i>[explicit sex scene (fade to black)]</i> [[Back home, things get... rather heated.|P1C76]]
*<i>[fluffly scene]</i> [[Back home, you get ready to sleep.|P1C75]]<<set $scenesex to "yes">>
$namee pushes the door open hastily, $e_their back pressing against it as $e_they pulls you close, capturing your lips in a passionate, sloppy kiss. $e_Their hands roam your body, craving your attention, your affection, craving you. All of you. The kiss is clumsy, impatient and very much wet and heated.
You don't know who closed the door, you don't even know if it was closed. All you know is that you want $e_them, now. Your legs move clumsily towards the bedroom, and you're not gonna lie, you're surprised you made it to the bedroom in the first place, given how passionate and impatient $namee is being right now.
Stumbling into the room, $e_they is the first to lose $e_their balance, pulling you down with $e_them onto the bed. You find yourself straddling $e_them.
Your hands travel down $e_their torso as you bite your lip when you lean back enough to appreciate the view. Fuck. That's a fine fucking view. Not the first time you've seen this, but it's still stunning all the same.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.1">><</button>>"Take these off, we don't need them," you hear yourself say, your mind is too consumed with desire—filled with the many ways you crave to get $e_them naked—to recognize your own voice dripping with lust.
$namee wastes no time yanking $e_their shirt off, $e_their bare, toned upper body now exposed. Your own breath starts to grow as heavy as $e_theirs as $e_they meets your gaze with a slow, sensual smile. "Much better, huh? Admit it."
You don't answer, your hungry eyes too busy drinking in the sight of $e_their neck, shoulders, <<if $genderroe == "man">>chest<<else>>breasts<</if>> and <<if $genderroe == "man">>abs<<else>>stomach<</if>>, and you can't resist licking your lips. $e_Their own hungry gaze stays on your body, $e_their fingers tugging the fabric of your outfit. "You don't need these too, right?"
$e_Their voice is pleading. Pleading to see more of you. Impatient, $e_their hand slips under your clothes so $e_they can travel up your stomach to your <<cycle "$breasts" autoselect>><<option "breasts">><<option "chest">><</cycle>>, groping you, $e_their thumb flicking teasingly over your sensitive nipple, making you shiver. $e_Their free hand grabs, squeezes and massages your side, as if $e_they can't get enough of you.
"Babe, please, take it off?" $e_they murmurs, still waiting for your nod. You know it takes all $e_their self-control to not just rip all your clothes off $e_themself.
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*[["Mmmmh, let me think," you tease.|P1C74.2]]
*[["Don't wanna," you give a shit-eating grin.|P1C74.3]]
*[[You take off your shirt.|P1C74.4]]
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[["Be patient, babe," you murmur back gently, placing a kiss against his forehead.|P1C74.5]]<<else>>[["Be patient, babe," you murmur back gently, placing a kiss against her forehead.|P1C74.5]]<</if>>Gently, you change position, shifting on the bed to place her legs around your waist and positioning yourself between her parted thighs. You're so fucking hard for her, your throbbing cock rubbing against her flesh, making her shudder with anticipation. God. She's so wet.
"Inside... Put it inside..." she whimpers, her hips rolling in a desperate attempt to impale herself on this dick. "Please..."
Unable to resist her pleading tone, you slowly ease yourself inside her velvet heat, groaning at how fucking tight and wet she feels wrapped around you. Both of you moan at the delicious sensation of finally being joined and her walls flutter around you as she adjusts to your size.
"Fuck, you feel so good..." she whispers.
"That's it, baby," you murmur encouragingly, your hand caressing her side while the other support yourself on the bed.
Finally, your hips start to move. Slowly at first with steady, deliberate rhythm. Murmuring sweet little things in her ear, something that makes her walls clench you each time.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.10.1">><</button>>Her legs around your waist tighten, pulling you in deeper greedily.
"Yes, just like that," she gasps, her nails dragging down your back. "Don't stop."
She grips you so goddamn tight and you've barely started to move. She could make you cum on the spot. Something you don't know how you've managed to hold back.
"Yesss..." she hisses in pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut.
The sight she's giving you right now could come straight out of a high-budget porno. The flush on her cheeks, the way her lower lip catches between her teeth, the soft breathy cries that tumble from her parted lips. Everything is downright vulgar and yet such a damn big turn on.
You quicken your pace, and the way she grips you tight spurr you on. Leaning down, you capture her lips in a passionate, messy kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the chorus of moans echo in the bedroom.
One hand beside her head, the other slides down between your bodies, your thumb finding that sweet clit. The added stimulation makes her cries out, her hips bucking up to meet your thrusts.
"Feel so good around my dick, babe..." you groan, rubbing her clit in time with the snaps of your hips.
She moans, her head tipping back exposing the long column of her throat. "More... please... I need more."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.10.2">><</button>>Shifting slightly, you angle your hips to hit that spot that makes her see stars. You quicken the pace, feeling the familiar tightening in your abdomen. You won't lie, you're dangerously close the edge. And thank god, Ellie looks like she's close too. Her back arching off the bed, the strangled moan she gives you, the way her walls clench you.
She's the first to shatter, her cries muffled by your kiss. Her body convulses around and sends you hurtling over the edge, stars bursting behind your eyes as you cum inside her.
As the last waves of ecstasy subside, you collapse against her, both of you struggling to catch your breath. She's just as tired as you, but she finds some force to press a tender kiss against your jaw then your forehead. She strokes your hair, running her fingers through the damp strands.
"That was incredible," she breathes, nuzzling closer to you. "You're incredible... I love you."
Your hand on her hip, your thumb strokes her skin as you press a kiss to her forehead. "I love you too."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C76">><</button>>You reach over the bottle of lube $namee threw on the bed earlier and coat your fingers generously. Shifting position, you both lie facing each other, Elias' leg hooked around your hip, bodies pressed close. Slowly, you circle his entrance with your slick fingers.
Your gaze stays lock with his, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. But there's only lust, his thighs spreading even more as you carefully press one finger inside. Fuck, you like this view.
"That's it, just relax for me," you murmur, working your finger in and out.
His breath hitches, humming and breathing heavily. Pushing against your hand and silently begging for more. Like the greedy little thing he is. His hand comes to grip the pillow behind his head as his hips roll while watching you with half-lidded eyes.
"Babe..." he breathes out.
Adding a second finger, you begin to stretch and prepare him, crooking your digits to brush against that sweet spot inside. You want him prepped, but you also want those walls to grip your cock for dear life. $namee moans, his hips rocking to meet your thrusts.
The new position lets you catch every micro-expression, every flutter of his eyelashes, every bite of his lower lip.
"Please, I'm ready," he gasps and bites his lips impatiently. "I need you, <<print $name>>. Inside... Put it inside... Please..."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.11.1">><</button>>Unable to resist his pleading tone, you withdraw your fingers, quickly lining your aching, well-lubricated cock up with his entrance. Your bodies remain intimately close, legs tangled, faces inches apart. Gripping his hip firmly, you begin to slowly sink inside, both of you groaning at the delicious sensation of finally being joined.
You pause for a moment for him to adjust to your size and it's only when he begs for more that your hips starts to move. Slowly at first with steady, deliberate rhythm. Murmuring sweet little things in his ear, something that make his inner walls clench you each time.
Elias' leg remains hooked around your hip, pulling you closer. His breath comes in soft, heated pants against your skin, each thrust creating a rhythm between you. Your hands roams everywhere on him, not having enough, never having enough.
"Yes, just like that," he gasps, "Don't stop."
He grips you so goddamn tight and you've barely started to move. You clench your jaw, burying your face into the crook of his neck, fighting the urge to just pound into him. Something you don't know how you've managed to hold back.
"Yesss..." he hisses in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut.
When you lean away just enough to look at him... The sight he's giving you right now could come straight out of a high-budget porno. The flush on his cheeks, the way his lower lip catches between his teeth, the soft breathy cries that tumble from his parted lips, the way his back arches as you hit that sensitive spot inside him. Everything is downright vulgar and yet such a damn big turn on.
His fingers let go of where they were gripping to dig into your biceps, his eyes begging for it, begging you to go faster, harder.
You quicken your pace as you capture his lips in a passionate, messy kiss, swallowing his cries of pleasure. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the chorus of moans echo in the bedroom.
One hand slides between your bodies, wrapping around his neglected dick. And you love what you hear.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.11.2">><</button>>"Ah, fuck!" he gasps, eyes rolling back and you think he's about to cum on the spot at the added stimulation. He doesn't. But his movement become almost desperate, his hips jerking.
You stroke him in time with your thrusts, your thumb brushing over the sensitive slit, smearing the beads of pre-cum down his shaft.
"Feel so good around my dick, babe..." you groan.
He moans, his head tipping back exposing the long column of his throat. "Babe... Oh fuck, $name..."
You feel the familiar tightening in your abdomen. You won't lie, you're dangerously close the edge. And thank god, $namee looks like he's close too. His back arching, the strangled moan he gives you, the way his walls clench you.
He's the first to shatter, his body tensing as his cum spill hot and thick over your hand. The feeling of him clenching down on your cock is too much and sends you hurtling over the edge, stars bursting behind your eyes as you fill him with your own cum.
As the last waves of ecstasy subside, you let your body sink into the bed, drawing him close, both of you struggling to catch your breath. He's just as tired as you, but he finds some force to press a tender kiss against your jaw then your forehead. He strokes your hair, running his fingers through the damp strands.
"That was incredible," he breathes, nuzzling closer to you. "You're incredible... I love you."
Your hand on his hip, your thumb stroke his skin as you press a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C76">><</button>><<set $sexdemeanor to "tease">><<if $breasts == "breasts">><<set $breasts to "yes">><<elseif $breasts == "chest">><<set $breasts to "no">><</if>>
"Baaabe," $e_they whines, leaning up to place desperate kisses along your neck and shoulder. "Please don't tease me..."
That only makes you want to tease $e_them more. And that's what you do by <<if $genderroe == "woman">>trailing your hand down her stomach to palm her pussy through her clothes, making her flinch, a moan escaping her lips. <<else>>rolling oh so slowly your hips, feeling all too well the bulge beneath you through his slacks, making him flinch, a moan escaping his lips.<</if>>
"Please..." $e_they repeats, $e_their voice getting breathier with each passing second. So you decide to spare $e_them from any further teasing.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.6">><</button>><<set $sexdemeanor to "brat">><<if $breasts == "breasts">><<set $breasts to "yes">><<elseif $breasts == "chest">><<set $breasts to "no">><</if>>"Oh c'mooon," $e_they whines, leaning up to place desperate kisses along your neck and shoulder. "I'll make it up to you so good, I promise."
"I doubt it," you taunt $e_them, enjoying this little game.
$e_They's all too happy to prove you wrong. $e_Their tongue flicks against the sensitive skin of your neck while $e_their hand comes palming your sex through your clothes. That makes you moan before you can stop yourself. Your want for $e_them giving you away.
"See? I promise I'll make you feel so good, please..." $e_they whisper, nibbling your skin as you tilt your head to give $e_them more access.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.6">><</button>><<set $sexdemeanor to "obedient">><<if $breasts == "breasts">><<set $breasts to "yes">><<elseif $breasts == "chest">><<set $breasts to "no">><</if>>$e_They sucks in a sharp breath when $e_they sees you obediently remove your shirt, $e_their praise leaving $e_their lips in a low, sultry tone. <<if $gender == "woman">>"Good girl..."<<elseif $gender == "person">>"Good job, love..."<<else>>"Good boy..."<</if>>
A delicious shiver runs down your spine at the sound of $e_their voice, heavy with desire. You breath out a small. "Yeah?"
$e_They licks $e_their lips, humming in agreement.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.6">><</button>><<set $sexdemeanor to "warm">><<if $breasts == "breasts">><<set $breasts to "yes">><<elseif $breasts == "chest">><<set $breasts to "no">><</if>>"Okay," $namee mumbles, fluttering $e_their eyes close at your affectionate gesture.
"Good $e_boy," you praise $e_them.
$e_They shivers under you, sucking in a breath as $e_they breathes out. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you purr.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.6">><</button>>When you finally take off your outfit, $e_their breath hitches, a soft and breathy noise escaping from deep within $e_their chest. "Babe... Fuck... Breathtaking. That's what you are."
$e_Their tongue finds the sensitive skin at the center of your torso, gliding up against your heated flesh to your throat. $e_Their hands grip your waist as you give slow, sensual rolls of your hips, the friction making your lips part in a silent moan and <<if $genderroe == "man">>making him hiss in pleasure. You swear he's getting harder.<<else>>making her hum in satisfaction as she says huskily. "That's it, take what you want."<</if>>
$e_Their mouth and hands are everywhere they can reach while you're blinded by pure lust. There's no place for anything else but $e_them. You can feel yourself growing more and more <<cycle "$sex" autoselect>><<option "wet">><<option "hard">><</cycle>> that it's a challenge to even <i>think</i> coherently. The room is filled with heavy breathing, moans and groans coming from both of you. And you didn't even start the real fun.
Your hands fumble to find $e_their pants, working to unzip them, while $e_they does the same to undress you completely. And when you're both naked, things are finally about to get serious.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.7">><</button>><<if $sex == "hard">><<set $sex to "cock">><<elseif $sex == "wet">><<set $sex to "pussy">><</if>><<if $sex == "pussy">>$namee's hand brushes against your wet folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. $e_They groans, fingers teasing and exploring your pussy without sinking them in yet. $e_Their eyes, however, don't miss a single detail, staying locked on yours, wanting to see every little reaction on your features. "So wet for me, babe."
The more $e_they plays with your throbbing clit, the more your moans grow louder. The heated noises you make in response to $e_their ministrations make $e_them bite $e_their lip, as if your aroused sounds alone could get $e_them going without even being touched. "I'm doing a good job, don't I?"
$e_Their voice is anything but arrogant, it comes out genuinely from $e_their lips, waiting to be praised, for you to tell $e_them how good $e_they makes you feel, eager to earn at least a single compliment for pleasuring you so well.
You'd answer if you weren't busy moaning and jerking your hips when $e_their pace quickens, $e_their thumb flicking over your clit rapidly then in a slow, sensual pace, only to pick up the speed again when your hips roll for more. By the look $e_they gives you, your groans and breathy noises are enough of an answer for $e_them.
You didn't realize you were lying with your chest against $e_theirs, gripping $e_their shoulders and resting your head against $e_their chest, still straddling $e_them. This feels so good you're not surprised your mind is in a hazy mess.
<<elseif $sex == "cock">>$namee reaches over to the nightstand, quickly retrieving a small bottle of lube. $e_They pours a generous amount onto $e_their palm to coat $e_their fingers. Bringing $e_their slick hand back to your cock, $e_they wraps $e_their palm around your length, giving a few slow, sensual strokes.
"That's better," $e_they murmurs, $e_their eyes burning with desire as $e_they watches your reaction.
The cool lube combined with the heat of $e_their touch elicits a sharp gasp from you, your hips bucking up reflexively. $e_They groans, as $e_their hand moves up and down your member, $e_their thumb teasing the sensitive slit. $e_They's determined to make you feel good, and you can certainly feel it.
$e_Their eyes though, don't miss a single thing, they stay locked in yours, wanting to see every little detail of your reactions. "So hard for me, babe..."
The more $e_they plays with your dick, the louder your moans become. The sound you make in response to $e_their administrations make $e_them bites $e_their lip, as if your aroused noises alone could get $e_them going without even being touched. "I'm doing a good job, don't I?"
$e_Their voice is anything but arrogant, it comes out genuinely from $e_their lips, waiting to be praised, for you to tell $e_them how good $e_they makes you feel, eager to earn at least a single compliment for pleasuring you so well.
You'd answer if you weren't busy moaning and jerking your hips when $e_their pace quickens, $e_their hand stroking you rapidly then in a slow sensual pace, only to pick up the speed again when your hips roll for more. By the look $e_they gives you, your groans and breathy noises are enough of an answer for $e_them.
Your hands grip $e_their shoulders as you hiss and groan in pleasure. This feels so good that you're not surprised your mind is in a hazy mess.
"Babe..." $e_they murmurs, tone pleading. "Wanna feel you..."
"Yeah?" you try to catch your breath as $e_they nods eagerly.<</if>>
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*<<if $sex == "pussy" and $genderroe == "man">>[[Next|P1C74.8]]<<elseif $sex == "pussy" and $genderroe == "woman">>[[Next|P1C74.9]]<<elseif $sex == "cock" and $genderroe == "woman">>[[Next|P1C74.10]]<<elseif $sex == "cock" and $genderroe == "man">>[[Next|P1C74.11]]<</if>>"Wait, wait," you choke out, stopping his hand before you can cum. Leaning back enough to look into his eyes, you murmur. "Put it in... Wanna feel you..."
"Yeah...?" he asks, shivering beneath just at the mere thought of finally filling you with his throbbing dick. "Fuck... yeah, okay."
You can't help but chuckle softly. Your laugh dies in your throat however when he lines up his shaft to your dripping entrance and rubs the tip against your flesh. Your gaze drops down to where you'll soon be linked, only to realize he's so hard you can see the veins standing out prominently. The rosy tip nudges inside and your nails find his chest, sinking slowly into his skin.
"Shit..." he groans when the tip sinks inside you, his hands gripping your hips firmly to control himself from slamming up into you.
You lower your hips gradually until he's fully sheathed within you. You never had a problem with this, with taking all of his cock deep inside. So you didn't have to wait a moment to get used to him, since $namee is of an average size. But god, the things he can do with that cock should be considered a fucking crime.
$namee leans up, his toned chest pressing flush against yours as his arms wrap around you, holding you close, when you start slowly moving your hips. With his face buried in the crook of your neck, he murmurs huskily, "You feel so good, babe... Feel so... fucking good."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.8.1">><</button>>You pick up the pace, and that only makes him groan louder. "That's it... ride me like that, babe..."
His hands grip your waist, guiding your movements as you take him deeper. You can feel the way his thick cock fills you, stretching you deliciously with each downward thrust. $namee' breath comes in ragged pants against your skin, his body trembling beneath yours.
"Fuck, you're so... so perfect," he gasps, nipping at your shoulder. "Don't stop, please... feels too damn good..."
Your fingers find the back of his hair, your back arching, your head tipping back. You love each second of it.
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*[["Elias..." you breath out.|P1C74.8.2]]
*[[You moan, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure.|P1C74.8.2]]
*[["Fuck yes..." you moan lewdly.|P1C74.8.2]]"More, please more," he pleads through whimpers, hands finding your hips to help guide you into a faster rhythm. "Yessss..."
He leans back as his gaze drinks you in, thumbs rubbing against your hip. His lips are parted in muted, ecstatic moans, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration, fighting to hold back his release. His hips snap up to meet your every descent.
"Fuck, babe..." he whispers, pushing his head back against the pillow as his hands grip your hips tighter.
The wet, slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the chorus of moans echo in the bedroom. You bounce on him, nails digging in his chest. You can feel yourself clenching rhythmically around his throbbing cock, making it twitch inside you. This is maddeningly good.
"I'm close..." he breathes out. "Please tell me you're close too... I dunno if I can... fuck- I dunno if I can last longer..."
"I'm close," you murmur back, leaning down to capture his lips. Your tongues swirl and dance around each other.. "I'm so close...."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.8.3">><</button>>His hips snap up in sync with your bouncing rhythm, his cock slamming into you. His hands spread your ass cheeks as he curses under his breath, fucking you like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance.
When your face find the crook of his neck, he knows you're near the edge. He doesn't go faster nor does he slow down, but keeps the steady pace to coax the climax from you. "That's it, babe. Give it to me..."
Your body trembles against him, your walls tightening and fluttering around him as you cry out, finally finding that sweet release. Spasms of pleasure wrack your frame. His own body shivers in response. Thrusting and fucking this pussy faster, chasing his own climax.
With a strangled whimper, he finds his release, his hips bucking in shallow, erratic thrusts as he rides out the waves of ecstasy washing over him.
Pressing tender kisses to your shoulder, he loosens his grip on your ass to gently rub soothing circles along your back when he starts to slow down, eventually stilling his hips. "You okay...?" he murmurs, stroking your hair with his free hand. At your slight nod, he smiles warmly against your skin. "I love you."
"I love you too," you whisper, and you both bask in the comfortable silence, trying to catch your breath.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C76">><</button>>"Lemme just..." you murmur in her ear as your hand slips between your bodies, your fingers seeking out that sweet clit too. "... take care of you too."
Your fingers brush her velvet, slick folds. Fuck. She's dripping wet. She's so wet you know she's barely able to control herself to just ride your fingers right now.
"Inside... Put them inside..." she whimpers, her hips rolling against your fingers in a desperate attempt to impale herself on them. "Please..."
Unable to resist her pleading tone, you slowly slide one finger inside her, groaning at how fucking tight and wet she feels wrapped around you. Your thumb circles her swollen clit as you build a steady, firm rhythm.
"That's it, baby," you murmur encouragingly, your free hand caressing her side. "Feel so good around my fingers, doesn't it?"
Her own thumb circling your clit doesn't waver tho. Still dutifully making you feel good. Her breathy moan and the way her walls clench around your finger almost make you cum on the spot. Something you don't know how you've managed to hold back.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C74.9.1">><</button>>"Yesss..." Ellie hisses in pleasure as you add another finger inside, her eyes squeezing shut.
The sight she's giving you right now could come straight out of a high-budget porno. The flush on her cheeks, the way her lower lip catches between her teeth, the soft breathy cries that tumble from her parted lips. Everything is downright vulgar and yet such a damn big turn on.
You're no better off, your own hips jerking involuntary and moans getting so loud you wonder if your neighbors can hear you. The lewd gasps she coaxes from you only seem to turn her on even more, because she jerks her hips each time she hears your voice.
Curling your fingers, you seek out that sweet spot inside her, determined to reduce her to a quivering, moaning mess. Her back arches, eyes rolling back. "Yes yes yes...! Fuck, babe..."
You can feel her muscles tensing, her hips rocking desperately against your hand as the pleasure builds and builds.
"Please, I'm so close..." she whimpers, her nails digging into your shoulders while her other hand keeps pleasuring you. "Don't stop, don't stop!"
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*[["Ellie..." you breath out.|P1C74.9.2]]
*[[You moan, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure.|P1C74.9.2]]
*[["Fuck yes..." you moan lewdly.|P1C74.9.2]]You catch her lips in a passionate kiss, both of you swallowing each other's moan. Your legs start to tremble uncontrollably as you bite down on your lower lip. "Fuck fuck..."
"Please tell me you're close," Ellie breathes out pleadingly, her head pushing back against the pillow as she gasps. "I think I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum... I don't think I can hold out much longer..."
You won't lie, you're dangerously close to the edge too.
"Same, babe..." you groan.
Your lips ghost over hers, your hot breath mingling as you gaze into each other's eyes. The tension coiling tighter and tighter.
She's the first to shatter, her cries muffled by your searing kiss. You feel her thumb tremble against your clit but she keeps going, sending you hurtling over the edge.
As the last waves of ecstasy subside, you gently withdraw your fingers from Ellie's trembling, sensitive core while she does the same with you. She's just as tired as you, but she finds some force to press a tender kiss against your jaw then your forehead. She strokes your hair, running her fingers through the damp strands as you both catch your breath.
"That was incredible," she breathes, nuzzling closer to you. "You're incredible... I love you."
You chuckle warmly, trying not to pass out as you press a kiss to her forehead. "I love you too."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C76">><</button>><<set $scenesex to "no">> <<set $breasts to "notchosen">> <<set $sex to "notchosen">><<set $sexdemeanor to "none">>Finally back at the house, $namee unlocks the front door as you both step in your home. You securely lock the door behind you while $e_they's already sprawled across the couch, waiting for you to join $e_them in the cozy living room.
$e_They had drunk a bit too much earlier, but fortunately for both of you, you stayed sober, so you're the one who drove both of you back home.
"Are you gonna sleep here?" you raise an eyebrow, approaching to turn $e_them over so you can see $e_their face.
"Hmmm... You know what I was thinking...?" $e_they mumbles incoherently, eyes barely open as they meet yours.
"What were you thinking, $namee?" you humor $e_them.
"This..." $e_they slurs, spreading $e_their arms wide. "This is perfect. <i>You</i> are perfect. I'm so, so, <i>so</i> happy... <i>You</i> make me happy and..."
$e_Their voice wavers a bit as $e_they pushes $e_themself up to sit, $e_their eyes shifting between yours. "... I'm wondering if I make you happy too. Really happy. There's been so much shit that happened to you and... and I dunno if I'm doing a good enough job to help you forget the bad times."
$e_They hesitates a moment before murmuring. "Do I...? Do I do a good job at making you happy?"
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*[[You blink. "What? Of course you're doing a good job, babe."|P1C75.1]]
*[["Did I make you doubt it?" your brows furrow in concern. "You're doing a good job, babe."|P1C75.2]]
*[["You're doing a perfect job at it," you nod with a soft smile.|P1C75.3]]
*[["That's..." you purse your lips, it's always been a sore topic for you. "My past is irrelevant. You make me happy no matter what happened."|P1C75.4]]"Really?" $e_they perks up, eyes brightening and a wide smile finally showing. "Really, really?"
"Really, really," you nod, holding out a hand that $e_they takes to get up.
$e_They nods back slowly, giving your jaw a peck. "Thanks babe."
"Thanks for what?"
"For being you," $e_they grins. "Noow, let's go brush those teeth."
Your expression softens as you follow $e_them. "Alright."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C75.5">><</button>>"No! You didn't do anything to make me doubt," $namee says quickly as $e_they gets up to take your hands gently, swaying them here and there. "I just... wanted to make sure?"
"Did I do a good job at reassuring you?" you ask, your expression softening.
$namee nods eagerly. "A great job. A <i>fantastic</i> job. Thanks babe."
"You don't have to thank me for this." you mumble with a small shake of your head.
That makes $e_their grin widens. "Then thanks for being you. Anyway, let's go brush those teeth together, yeah?"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C75.5">><</button>>"Perfect?" $e_they echoes, $e_their expression brightening as $e_they gets up pulls you into a crushing hug, making you wince slightly. "Yup, that's right. I'm making a perfect job."
You sigh affectionately as you stroke $e_their hair. "That's right."
"You're the best, babe," $e_they murmurs, nuzzling your neck. "I don't know why I ever doubted it. We're like Ken and Barbie, like Sarah Paulson and Holland Taylor, like Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt– Ah wait, they divorced."
You grimace with a small nod. "Yeah, not the best comparison there."
That earns a small chuckle from $e_them. $e_They places a kiss against your cheek before pulling away, $e_their hand taking yours. "Let's go brush those teeth before I fall asleep here."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C75.5">><</button>>$namee scrunches $e_their nose as $e_they murmurs. "Sorry, I shouldn't have brought this topic up."
"Nah, it's okay," you wave your hand dismissively, but $e_their eyes are still downcast. You sigh and approach to crouch down in front of $e_them, taking $e_their hands in yours. Tilting your head to meet $e_their gaze, you repeat softly. "It's okay."
When $e_they finally looks up, a warm smile spreads on $e_their lips as $e_they nods. "Okay."
"Let's brush those teeth, okay?" you murmur, getting up, your hands still intertwined with $e_theirs.
"Okay."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C75.5">><</button>>Stepping in the bathroom, $namee hops to sit on the sink as you help him by putting some toothpaste on his toothbrush before handing it to him. You do the same with your own toothbrush.
"You're not gonna brush my teeth?" $e_they pouts, staring down at $e_their toothbrush.
"How old are you?" <<if $playful is 1>>you tease $e_them<<else>>you cock a brow at $e_them<</if>>, already brushing your teeth.
$e_They groans, $e_their foot nudging your leg. "C'mooon, I'm tireeed."
That's what you said when from time to time, $namee could be high-maintenance. And here again, $e_they's not at $e_their full capacities. It's only the level 2 of the many level ahead.
<<if $playful is 1>>"Awwww, poor little baby," you coo but take $e_their toothbrush anyway, putting yours down on the sink to stand between $e_their legs."Alright, open that mouth."
$namee complies, parting $e_their lips to allow you access. You start brushing $e_their teeth, sighing dramatically."Why are you the only one getting the special treatment?"
"Want me to brush your teeth?" $e_they murmurs, inadvertently spitting some toothpaste in your face.
You grimace."How about you stop spitting on me first?"
"Shorry," $e_they smiles sheepishly but does take your toothbrush to raise it to your mouth. "Aaaah."
You chuckle and comply by opening your mouth, allowing $e_them to gently brush your teeth as well.
<<else>>"I'm not doing this," you shake your head.
$namee sighs dramatically. "Alright... It's okay... I don't mind... I'll just do it myself... like the grown up person I am... It could've been a cute moment between us... but alright..."
"$namee," you groan, exasperated by $e_their antics.
"What...? I really don't mind. I'll just... do it myself... yeah..." $e_they mumbles, $e_their gaze downcast. "You're busy brushing your teeth anyway... I'm just being childish... I can do it myself, right?"
"Yes, you can do it yourself." you sigh. "I'm not doing this."
Unfortunately for you, $namee knew how to use those irresistible puppy eyes on you. It's not even two minutes later that your toothbrush is put down, and you find yourself brushing $e_their teeth. Now $e_they's all smiles, the kicked puppy look $e_they gave you moments ago long forgotten. You're utterly weak for this $e_man.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C75.6">><</button>>After brushing your teeth, you switch off the light of the bathroom. Guiding the sleepy $namee to the bed, you let $e_them get comfortable under the blanket as you head out to make sure everything is locked before coming back, switching off the light of the bedroom and join $e_them in the bed.
$namee mumbles incoherently, already fighting the pull of drowsiness.
"Here," you murmur, handing $e_them a pillow. But that wasn't what $e_they was looking for at all. $e_Their arms open wide as $e_they wraps them around your middle and nuzzles $e_their face into your torso, inhaling your familiar scent deeply.
You blink down at $e_them fondly before sighing, your hands coming to stroke $e_their hair tenderly. "Night, babe."
"Night', baby," $e_they echoes back softly in a barely audible whisper. "Don't let the bugs catch you."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C76">><</button>><b>02:36
Macara Residence - Home</b>
Getting up in the middle of the night, you sit up, scratching your bare stomach. Climbing out of bed, you bend down to grab your discarded outfit from the floor, accidentally knocking something to the ground with a soft clatter.
Frowning you crouch down and let out a wistful sigh when you grab the little box you were prepared to open and show to $namee at the restaurant but didn't have the chance.
That's a lie of course. You could've opened it and asked $e_them that special question. But in the end, you didn't feel like it was the right time to ask it. Or maybe you were just too scared of the answer. That waitress ruined your moment anyway.
Carefully placing the box under the mattress, you head to the bathroom to do your business.
"$name...?" $namee calls out, voice sleepy and low from disuse.
Looks like you can't even pee in peace.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C77">><</button>>"Bathroom," you answer softly.
A pause. "Need help?"
You roll your eyes, hearing $e_their weak chuckle echoing all the way from the bedroom. As you join $e_them back under the blanket, $e_they's already all over you, head against your belly and $e_their form nestled between your thighs. $e_They wraps $e_their arms around you with a deep content sigh. "I loved our little romantic date."
"You did?" you mumble, one hand stroking $e_their hair.
"One of the best dates we've ever had," $e_they nods. $e_Their expression softens as $e_they closes $e_their eyes. The full moon tonight is the only light in the room, illuminating your forms. "I'm happy. You're the best thing that happened to me, babe."
That brings a smile, although a tired one, on your lips.
But the thing you will learn is that...
You don't know how precious something or someone really is until you lose it.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C78">><</button>><b>07:38
Macara Residence - Home</b>
The insistent ringing of your phone wakes you up and you groan as you blindly pat the nightstand to grab the device. Squinting, you check the time before answering $namee's call. "Morning... you left home?"
Recalling $e_their mention of visiting a friend today, you add, "Ah, at your friend's place? Need something...? I just woke up but I can–"
"$name... I... Help me... I can't– I can't get out of the car..." the sniffs and uneven breaths are the only sounds that reach your ears. "It's bad... really bad... I don't– I–I don't know what to do..."
"What?" you frown in alert and concern, jolting upright to sit on the edge of the bed. "Where are you? Did you call for help?
"I just did. With you," $e_they jokes weakly, $e_their voice trembling as $e_they tries to laugh.
"You didn't call 911?" you press, frown deepening as you get up from the bed.
"I–I... I just... I'm so scared, $name..." $e_their voice quivers. "I didn't– I wanted to hear your voice... Just please... please come."
You never heard $e_them sound like this. $e_Their voice sounds weird, it sounds wrong. So fucking wrong it sends chills down your spine at the mere desperation in $e_their tone. Something is very, <i>very</i> wrong and you don't know what.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C79">><</button>>"I'm gonna call emergency services, I'll be there. Just tell me where you a–"
"NO! No, don't hang up please please..." $e_their voice cracks and you feel your heart clenching, your own throat hitching. "Please don't hang up, okay?"
"I won't. Babe, take a deep breath for me. You were heading to Payton's house, right?" you say calmly. You're anything but calm but you need to know where $e_they is and you don't need to make $e_them panic more than $e_they probably is. "Did you take the scenic road?"
"... Yeah I'm... I'm near... um... near the bus stop, the–the only one on the way to Ratrya Street..." $e_They's out of breath, the raw panic dripping in each word. You know $e_they's doing $e_their best to keep calm, to not cry. That only makes your own panic rising tenfold.
What if $e_they's stuck in and you can't get $e_them out? What if $e_they crashed? You didn't ask what happened. You don't think it was a smart question, the only important thing is getting your $e_boyfriend to safety. That's all that matters.
But maybe $e_they's in deep shit. You don't know if knowing would be worse, the answer scares you as much as not knowing.
"I'm on my wa–"
The call is disconnected before you can finish.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C80">><</button>><<set $genuine to $genuine + 1>><<set $showgenuine to true>><<set $showsarcastic to false>>
<<print $namee>>'s eyes go wide and $e_their mouth falls open in utter disbelief as $e_they pushes against your shoulder. "Hey! You'd actually try to sell your own $e_boyfriend?!"
"Every day," you nod solemnly, though the mirth dancing in your eyes gives you away. A laugh escapes your lips. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Of course I wouldn't do that, it's not part of my plans... at least, not for now."
"Mh, I'm going to try my best to ignore those last words, for both our sakes," $e_they huffs, feigning offense.
"What did $l_they do anyway?" you tilt your head. While you trusted $e_them, you're still curious to know.
"Hmm?" <<print $namee>> hums, pretending for a moment not to know who you're referring to.
"<<print $namel>>," you clarify, fixing $e_them with a pointed look.
"Hmmm, $l_they helped me with the course I did yesterday..." $e_they taps $e_their chin thoughtfully before narrowing $e_their eyes playfully at you as $e_they pokes your cheek. "....while <i>you</i>, my dear, were busy arguing with the neighbors about their kids."
You groan at the memory, the frustration of that day still pretty much here. The Lazins' kids had decided to break your window, then had the audacity to laugh in your face when you caught them in the act. Of course, you tried to have a reasonable discussion with their parents but... well, let's just say Mr. and Mrs. Lazin didn't seem to care much, simply brushing off the whole incident as if it was no big deal.
<<print $namee>>, ever the peacemaker, had managed to diffuse the argument by bringing over some smoothies. You'd doubted $e_their plan, you thought it wouldn't work. It worked. And you suspect it wasn't just because of the smoothies, but because the Lazins have a bit of a crush on your $e_boyfriend. All $e_they had to do was flash them that smile of $e_theirs, and they'd forget their own names. If you had tried that, they probably would've just given you a funny look.
<<button "Next" "P1Cpre9">><</button>>You don't waste time and rush out of the bedroom while frantically dialing 911. Your words become jumbled and collide with each other when you try to explain the situation.
But you've already done that so many times before. Yeah, so many times. You should be used to it but it only cuts deeper each time. That's how fucked up your life was before now.
"We're sending help right now–" the operator begins, but you quickly interrupt.
"Can you call $e_them? I mean $namee, can you call $e_them? Maybe you can help $e_them. You're used to this kind of stuff. I don't– I don't know if $e_they's gonna answer, I tried but there's no answer. Can you try calling until you get an answer from $e_them?"
You hastily rattle off $namee's number, the words stumbling over each other in your haste. The operator doesn't have time to end his "Yes" before you're hanging up the phone, opening the front door and slamming it shut behind you.
But you forgot something important. $namee has the car.
There's no vehicle left.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C81">><</button>>"Shit!" your curse under your breath. You feel like strangling someone today. You're about to take another step forward but, <i>of course</i>, the universe decides to shit on you today.
A trash can has been overturned, and the Lazin kids are cackling with laughter at the man who's picking up the scattered debris on the ground. There's so much on the ground and the guy sure takes his time cleaning with a calm expression on his face, probably used to this kind of shitty situation.
However, his calm expression disappears when he sees you. "Oi, you! That's your shit? You think it's funny, huh? Pushing those fucking cans for us to clean up behind your ass?"
"Yeah, behind your ass!" Theo, the youngest Lazin, parrots as his little sister Carly giggles.
"See? See?" Carly gently tugs at the man's shirt sleeve with her oh so innocent gaze. "$m_Theyre the bad person I told you who pushed this–" she pauses, scratching her cheek, searching for the word before beaming. "–this stuff. Um..."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C82">><</button>><<set $hottemp to 0>><<set $coldhead to 0>>"Trash bin," Theo supplies helpfully, his tone light.
Carly nods eagerly. "Yeah, this crash bin!"
"Traaaash biiin," Theo repeats slowly, enunciating each syllable for his sister's benefit, that little smug smile playing on his lips.
His sister giggles, finally getting it. "Trash bin!"
You know Carly wasn't the mastermind behind this particular scheme. You can easily guess what happened with those little troublemakers and who was responsible for pushing over the trash bin.
"Have anything to say for yourself," the man narrows his eyes at you as you purse your lips.
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*[["Fuck off, I don't have time for this," you snap, barely able to contain your frustration.|P1C83]]
*[["I didn't do this," you retort calmly with a small frown. "It's a misunderstanding. Why would I do something like this?"|P1C84]]
*[["What? I'm sorry but I really don't have time for this." You say, forcing a polite smile.|P1C85]]
*[["What?" You scowl at him. "I didn't do shit."|P1C86]]<<set $hottemp to $hottemp to + 1>><<set $showhottemp to true>><<set $showcoldhead to false>>"Careful there, $m_boy," the man says in a low tone. "I wouldn't wanna ruin that pretty face of yours."
<<if $charm is 1>>You give him sharp charming smile, sneering. "I'm the one who's going to ruin <i>your</i> face if you tempt me too much."<<elseif $intimid is 1>>"Say that again and I'm gonna deck you," you warn him.<</if>>
"Try me," he bites back, his temper flaring.
You grit your teeth. You would <i>love</i> to rearrange that face of his, but this isn't the time. Taking a deep breath, you shake your head. "I don't have time for this."
"Oh because you're so busy, riiiight." he taunts, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Yeah, I'm busy trying to get to my $e_boyfriend," you snap. "$e_They's somewhere, maybe dying right now so shut the fuck up and give me a break."
<<button "NEXT" "P1C87">><</button>><<set $coldhead to $coldhead + 1>><<set $showhottemp to false>><<set $showcoldhead to true>>"Then who the hell did this if not you, huh?" the man sneers, waving his hand vaguely to the kids. "You're gonna tell me it's them who did it?"
"Probably," you reply, trying to keep your calm. "Look, this isn't the time for this. We can talk about it once I'm sure my $e_boyfriend is–"
"I don't give a fuck about your <<if $genderroe == "man">>boyfrie–<<else>>girlfrie–<</if>>"
<<if $intimid is 1>>You don't let him finish as you warn him in a low tone. "Don't test my patience."<<elseif $charm is 1>>"And I don't give a fuck about you." you cut him off with a smile.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C87">><</button>><<set $coldhead to $coldhead + 1>><<set $showhottemp to false>><<set $showcoldhead to true>>"Then make time," the man sneers, pointing at the trash on the grass. "I'm not your damn housekeeper to clean up after you every time you feel like giving me more work."
Your smile turns sharp as you reply calmly. "I didn't do it."
"I don't believe you," he retorts stubbornly.
"Too bad," you shoot back. "Look, I need to get my $e_boyfriend. I really don't have time to help you–"
"I don't give a fuck about your <<if $genderroe == "man">>boyfrie–<<else>>girlfrie–<</if>>"
<<if $intimid is 1>>You don't let him finish as you warn him in a low tone. "Don't test my patience."<<elseif $charm is 1>>"And I don't give a fuck about you." you cut him off with a saccharine smile.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "P1C87">><</button>><<set $hottemp to $hottemp to + 1>><<set $showhottemp to true>><<set $showcoldhead to false>>"Then who the hell did this if not you, huh?" the man sneers, waving his hand vaguely to the kids. "You're gonna tell me it's them who did this?"
<<if $intimid is 1>>"Because it's them, you fucking dumbass," you snap, your tone biting.<<elseif $charm is 1>>"If you were smart enough, you'd see it's definitely them," you smile sharply, your words dripping with condescension. "Do you think sometimes or is it just an option for you?"<</if>>
"What did you just say?" he growls, his expression darkening.
"Go bark elsewhere, I gotta deal with something more important right now," you click your tongue.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C87">><</button>><<if $hottemp is 1>><<set $coldhead to "yes">><<set $hottemp to "no">><<else>><<set $coldhead to "no">><<set $hottemp to "yes">><</if>>
Calling a cab, you expect the discussion with the man to be over–
"Oh <i>please</i>," the man rolls his eyes. "How about you stop crying and own up what you did? I don't give a damn if you have time or not."
"Yeah! I don't give a damn!" Carly echoes, her small finger pointed accusingly at you.
"What's happening here?" Emilia, their mother, calls out as she joins the group. "Language Carly."
"Sorry mummy," the little girl says, not looking sorry at all. Emilia doesn't seem to mind because her eyes find yours.
"I told you not to curse in front of my kids, $name." she chides, expression stern.
"What?" you blink at Emilia.
"Carly and Theo are too young. I don't want them to curse in my house," she throws a disapproving look your way. "I was clear about that before. You can't go around teaching my kids bad manners."
[[Unbelievable|P1C88]]This situation keeps escalating when you're trying to <i>not</i> waste time. But that's exactly what's happening.
You're wasting precious time and you know you can't even leave it at that. If you just leave, that man will probably stop you, if not verbally then physically. If not him, then Emilia will. Things can turn south real fast and this is more frustrating than anything you've ever been through. You're powerless and you hate this.
You're boiling inside and you're going to lose it if they keep trying you. It's not a need or a want to join and help your $e_boyfriend. This is desperation and this is real.
For all you know, $e_they's dying right now and you can't do anything about it because some people decided to piss you off today.
"Hey $name! Here you are. I didn't see the car so I thought you'd be absent today with $namee," $namel raises $l_their voice enough for you to hear.
$l_They's either plainly ignoring the others or very <i>very</i> oblivious by nature.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C89">><</button>>$namel's hand smooths the wrinkle of $l_their silky, beige blouse with long sleeves. The shirt is neatly tucked into a pair of high-waisted brown slacks, a leather brown belt cinched at the waist.
$namel being $namel, $l_their shirt is partially unbuttoned, exposing $l_their chest and the upper part of $l_their abdomen. Just like most of $l_their shirts, $l_they shows off $l_their pale skin among other things.
$namel never hides $l_their... attributes. $l_They always makes sure $l_they lookd good. $l_They knows $l_they's hot, especially for an old $l_man, and doesn't hide it one bit. Despite the casual dishevelment of <<if $genderrol == "woman">>$l_their mid-long, straight, shaggy black hair with bangs that frame her face<<elseif $genderrol == "man">>$l_their straight shaggy black hair that reaches just below his shoulders with some strands framing his face<</if>>, there's still something elegant about $l_them.
$l_Their light gray eyes are piercing as if seeing every little thing and they sparkle with a subtle mischief as the corner or $l_their lips curl into $l_their infamous captivating smile. $l_Their whole body screams charm, commanding attention in a subtle yet powerful way.
But the tone shifts considerably when your gaze flicks to someone standing next to $namel. You've never seen this other $t_man before, but you can tell the two of them are pretty much like day and night.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C90">><</button>><<set $jealous to "no">> <<set $warm to 0>> <<set $distant to 0>> <<set $aloof to 0>> <<set $caring to 0>> <<set $serious to 0>> <<set $playful to 0>>
You've never been jealous. If your partner were to look elsewhere then it's simple, you move on. Well, obviously it's not that easy, but a person who wants to look elsewhere will do it anyway, no matter what you do. Jealousy or not. You can't control a cheater.
And this is about trust too. You trust <<print $namee>>. $e_theyre <i>earned</i> that trust through $e_their actions. Jealousy and possessiveness won't be what keeps $e_them by your side.
----
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You never had anyone before him. He's the first and last boyfriend you'll ever have.|P1C12]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[You never had anyone before her. She's the first and last girlfriend you'll ever have.|P1C12]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[And you did have many partners before him.|P1C13]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[And you did have many partners before her.|P1C13]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[And you did have partners before him. Not many though.|P1C14]]<<elseif $genderroe == "woman">>[[And you did have partners before her. Not many though.|P1C14]]<</if>>$t_Their face is unreadable. An impassive mask that betrays little emotion. $t_Their dark brown high-collared shirt is simple and tucked into a pair of tailored black trousers. The outfit is neither overly casual nor overly formal and despite the dark colors, $t_their tan skin still stands out.
$t_Their features look sharper, sharper than $namel's. And by the way $t_they looks at you, there's—well, you're probably overthinking it—but there's this subtle brashness even if $t_their intense black eyes hold no warmth and no coldness. There's definitely something lurking behind that composed exterior. <<if $genderrot == "man">>His short, wavy, dark brown hair falls across his forehead<<elseif $genderrot == "woman">>Her long, wavy, dark brown hair frames her face<</if>> and this is probably the only thing that seems messy about $t_them.
$namel's palm gestures towards the younger $t_man at $l_their side. "This is my <<if $genderrot == "man">>son<<else>>daughter<</if>>, Tra-"
----
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Can I borrow your car?" you cut him off, this is really not the time for introduction.|P1C91]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["Can I borrow your car?" you cut her off, this is really not the time for introduction.|P1C91]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["I'm sorry Leon, but I need your car. You mind letting me borrow it?" you ask politely.|P1C92]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>[["I'm sorry Luna, but I need your car. You mind letting me borrow it?" you ask politely.|P1C92]]<</if>>
*[["I don't have time for this shit, I need a car." you mutter.|P1C93]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Nice to meet you," you force a smile to his child before glancing back at Leon. "I really need your car right now, can I borrow it?"|P1C94]]<<else>>[["Nice to meet you," you force a smile to her child before glancing back at Luna. "I really need your car right now, can I borrow it?"|P1C94]]<</if>>Your $e_boyfriend, $namee, is all you can think about.
"My car?" $namel tilts $l_their head, blinking in confusion. "For...?"
"Can I borrow your car, yes or no?" you press, getting impatient. "It's just for today."
"You seem to be in a hurry, something happened?" the older $l_man murmurs in a worried tone. "If you need a-"
"Just tell me yes or no, I really don't want to explain myself right now," you say desperately.
[["Here." a voice says.|P1C95]]Your $e_boyfriend, $namee, is all you can think about.
"My car?" $namel tilts $l_their head, blinking in confusion. "For...?"
"I really need your car right now," you say instead. "Can we just talk about the 'why' later?"
"We can," $namel starts as $l_they frowns in concern. "But can you tell me at least what's going on?"
[["Here." a voice says.|P1C95]]Your $e_boyfriend, $namee, is all you can think about.
"A car?" $namel tilts $l_their head, blinking in confusion. "For...?"
"I'm telling you I don't have time for this, why no one listen to me," you groan, frustrated.
"I'm sorry..." $l_they winces. "I didn't mean to upset you but you're making me worried here."
"And you're wasting my-"
[["Here." a voice says.|P1C95]]Your $e_boyfriend, $namee, is all you can think about.
"My car?" $namel tilts $l_their head, blinking in confusion. "For...?"
"Please, just let me borrow your car," you try to stay polite, but your desperate tone only makes $namel frown in concerns.
"Something happened?" $l_they asks carefully.
"$namel, it's not the time to explai-"
[["Here." a voice says.|P1C95]]You blink, lowering your gaze as $namel's kid presses the car keys into your palm.
"We're coming with you," $t_they says, nodding towards the vehicle. "C'mon, let's go."
You don't need to be told twice, quickly making your way to the car.
"Hey! HEY! We're not done here!" the man from earlier shouts but you ignore him.
"And you mister," you hear Emilia say to the man. "You shouldn't curse with kids around. You're setting a bad example for my children. Who raised you, huh?"
"What– Don't give me that better-than-thou attitude with me or I swear to god–"
"How dare you point your finger at me!"
"Ma'am, you better–"
"No <i>you</i> better–"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C96">><</button>>
You hop into the driver's seat, buckling your seatbelt and starting the car. Their argument is now muffled, thank goodness. The moment $namel and $l_their $t_son close their doors, you're already pressing down on the accelerator. You've wasted too much time already.
You don't care about the red lights. You don't even listen when $namel asks you to slow down.
However, the traffic is a bitch. You're not even on the highway yet, and you're already getting held up on the roads. You clench your jaw, leaning back against the seat as you take a deep, steadying breath, your eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"$name..." $namel says tentatively. You don't answer nor do you react. "Maybe you can tell us what happened...? $namet and I will help you if there's anything we can do."
"Don't," you hear $namet retort to $t_their $l_father firmly.
But $namel ignores $l_their $t_son and continues in a softer tone. "$name, you... look a bit anxious. You sure you're in any condition to be driving? I could take over if you'd like. Or do you want to talk about it?"
"$l_Dad," $namet warns the older $l_man.
"I just want to help," $namel's tone growing slightly defensive. "Maybe $m_they wanna talk about it, you don't know. $name, you can talk if you need to. I'm a good listener–"
"$namel." $l_their $t_son hisses, and soon enough, the silence falls. Neither $namel nor $namet say anything else during the rest of the drive.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C97">><</button>>You thought you were panicking before? This is fucking worse. Panic grips your heart in the most heartbreaking way you've ever felt in your life when the smoldering wreckage of $namee's car comes into view. Adrenaline surges through your veins at the horrific sight before you.
The car is overturned as tendrils of smoke curl up from the crumpled frame. The car is burning.
The car is burning and your $e_boyfriend is still trapped inside.
You're out of the car before you even realize it. You have–<i>need</i> to get to $e_them before the flames engulf the vehicle completely. And that's what you try to do, barely registering the arrival of the emergency services. Rushing forward, desperate to reach the twisted metal cocoon that encases your $e_man, you're stopped before you can even take three steps forward.
Someone wraps their arms around you, restraining you, as your hands try to push them away, your breath hitching. You think you're crying. Your vision is blurry. You can feel the tears falling quietly. "Let go– shit.... let go of me... I need to... I–..."
"You can't just go and risk your own life," $namet answers coolly.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C98">><</button>>Your gaze stays fixed on the car, peering through the broken windows. And just like that. You're terrified. You catch a glimpse of $namee's motionless form, blood streaking $e_their pale face.
"$namee... please no... $namee...!" you yell, voice cracking.
$namel springs into action, running to the car as you hear $namet cursing behind you. The older $l_man strains to pry open the warped door, hissing in pain. $l_They probably burned $l_their hand but you're praying, begging for $l_them to keep trying. And that's what $l_they does by tugging down $l_their long sleeve to cover $l_their hands in hope to appease the heat, the metal shrieking in protest, unyielding to $l_their frantic tugs.
This is bad. Time seems to slow to a crawl as the flames lick hungrily at the twisted frame.
You can't lose $namee, not like this, not when $e_they was so close, so agonizingly within reach. Coughing and choking, you refuse to give up, driven by a desperation bordering on madness. You jerk away from $namet's grip until $t_they lets you go. Joining $namel, the roar of the flames grow ever louder causing $namel to jerk back.
But you stay. The acrid smoke stings your eyes but you stay. You're struggling to free $namee. That doesn't stop you. If you stop trying, you'll never forgive yourself.
"Step back! We'll handle this!" a firefighter shouts, her team springing to action and pushing you out of the way to do their job.
<<button "NEXT" "P1C99">><</button>>You hover nearby and stare helplessly at $namee's still form.
"$e_They's trapped, we need to move fast before the whole thing goes up!" another firefighter yells, the urgency in his voice sending another wave of anxiety through you.
With a loud groan, the door finally gives way, and the firefighters begin the process of extricating $namee's limp body. You hold your breath, your heart pounding as they carefully maneuver $e_them out.
When $namee is laid on the ground, you don't know what to do. A part of $e_their face is deathly pale and covered in blood. So much blood. You can barely recognize $e_them because of the charred and blackened state of $e_their skin. The intense heat from the fire ravaged it, leaving it raw and weeping on the other part of $e_their face.
$e_They can't even cry of pain, $e_they's just so... damn still and lifeless. The smell of burned flesh fills the air, nauseating. $e_Their clothes are melting into the wounds, fusing with the damaged skin. $e_They's barely clinging to life while you're clinging to the hope that $e_they'll wake up and tell you $e_theyre okay.
"$e_They's barely breathing– we need to get $e_them stabilized now!" one of them shouts, their actions growing frantic.
A loud noise makes you flinch as the car behind all of you suddenly erupts in a deafening explosion, flames licking at the air. $namet is the one shielding you as you all crouch down at the noise, $t_their body covering yours from behind. You can only imagine what might've happened if they hadn't freed $namee just in time.
EMTs worked tirelessly to resuscitate $namee, their expressions grim. You hear them talking between themselves. Something about not making it. Something about $namee being too young to die. Minutes feel like an eternity. And then–
"We've got a pulse! Let's get $e_them to the hospital immediately!"
<<button "NEXT" "P1C100">><</button>>Now that you know <<print $namel>> helps your $e_boyfriend when you're not around, you honestly don't know how to feel about it. It's not just because $l_theyre an old $l_man that it means $l_they doesn't have game, this $l_man bring people practically. Every. Single. Night. Obviously $l_they got more game than any person in this neighborhood.
The realization that while you were busy doing stuff, the neighbor from across the road came to flirt with your $e_man...
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*[[You're not jealous|P1C9]]
*[[You're jealous but hide it|P1C10]]
*[[...Alright, you're not gonna lie, you're jealous.|P1C11]]The high-pitched ringing in your ears drowns out all other sounds as you feel submerged underwater, hearing only the shrill whistling resonating inside your head. Muffled voices call out your name in the distance, but their calls seem faint and unclear. Even if you could understand them, you wouldn't give a fuck. The only thing that matters to you now is knowing that <i>$e_they</i> $e_is okay.
Flames still lick hungrily at the burning car, still blazing, still toying with your heart as someone grips you, stopping you from running to that car.
"Hurry up!" a voice barks the order urgently as more people circle the vehicle.
"Over here, I need an extra set of hands!" another voice cries out, straining against the stubborn driver's side door. "Damn thing won't budge."
Thick, acidic smoke invades your senses and stings your eyes. But honestly? The tears running down your cheeks have nothing to do with this fucking smoke. Your emotions are amplified—panic, despair, hope but above all—you are <i>terrified</i>.
You knew it would happen. Your life was too perfect. You were being too happy. You don't get to be this happy, so life humbles you once again.
You thought everything would be okay? That after what you've been through, life would be kinder to you?
How cute. How <i>naive</i> of you.
But the world continues its course. The world doesn't give a fuck about your pain or your fear. People carry on with their lives. This situation will merely be another headline in the newspaper. Something to discuss and then to dismiss. No one gives a damn about how you feel.
Your eyes fly open wide, adrenaline surging as the deafening explosion rocks the air. You flinch, your body recoiling as someone behind you forces you to take cover and shields you from potential flying debris.
Your heart tightens so hard that you feel like the next thing exploding is going to be your heart. The air seems to grow thick in your throat, choking you.
"<i>$namee</i>..."
<<button "Next" "P1">><</button>><div id="mystory">Love After Death</div>\
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<<link "New Game" "Intro0">><</link>> | <<link "Load Save">><<run UI.saves()>><</link>>
<<link "Settings">><<run UI.settings()>><</link>>
</div>!Profile
Your personality...<<if $edeath == "yes">>since $namee's death.<</if>>
<<if $showsubtle is true>>You're rather <b><i>kind</i></b>. Well, maybe that's why people gravitate toward you like moths to a warm light.<</if>><<if $showblunt is true>>You're <b><i>cold</i></b>, harsh at times. Well, that's what people say. You wouldn't call it cold, though. Just unapologetically direct.<</if>>
<<if $showsarcastic is true>>You tend to be <b><i>sarcastic</i></b>, when you try to be sincere, people wonder if you're genuine or just messing with them.<</if>><<if $showgenuine is true>>You tend to be <b><i>genuine</i></b>, sincere. People trust your words when you say them.<</if>><<if $showgenuisarca is true>>You've always been genuine... until $namee died. All you have left now is <b><i>sarcasm</i></b> and snarks.<<elseif $showgenui is true>>You're still as <b><i>genuine</i></b> as you always were. People trust your words when you say them.<<elseif $showsarcas is true>>You tend to be <b><i>sarcastic</i></b>. When you try to be sincere, people wonder if you're being genuine or just messing with them.<<elseif $showsarcagenui is true>>You've always been sarcastic... but $namee's death changed you. Now you're <b><i>genuine</i></b>, sincere.<</if>>
<<if $showserious is true>>You're someone <b><i>serious</i></b> in general. If someone wants a joke, they're knocking on the wrong door with you.<</if>><<if $showplayful is true>>Serious? You. No way. You're often seen as the <b><i>jokester</i></b> by people around you. You just love make people laugh.<</if>>
<<if $showintimid is true>>People sees you as someone <b><i>intimidating</i></b>, though in a good or bad way, nobody knows.<</if>><<if $showcharm is true>>People sees you as someone rather <b><i>charming</i></b>. Some people envy you while others just like to talk with you (and maybe try to have your number too).<</if>><<if $showinticharm is true>>Since $namee's death, you've become more... <b><i>charming</i></b>? You clearly don't know what happened but $namee's death definitely changed you.<<elseif $showcharm2 is true>>Since $namee's death, you're still as <b><i>charming</i></b> as ever. Things never change, do they?<<elseif $showcharminti is true>>Since $namee's death, there's a new edge to you, something that makes others step back. People see you as someone <b><i>intimidating</i></b><<elseif $showintimid2 is true>>Since $namee's death, you still command that same <b><i>intimidating</i></b> presence. Old habits die hard, don't they?<</if>>
<<if $showhottemp is true>>You're <b><i>hot-tempered</i></b>, when things get stressful you tend to see red.<<elseif $showcoldhead is true>>You're rather <b><i>calm</i></b>, even in stressful situations. While others might lose their cool, you're the eye of the storm, steady and collected.<</if>>
<<if $relationcheck is true>>In a relationship you are...
You're <<if $showwarm is true>><b><i>affectionate</i></b> with your partner, you don't mind showing your partner you love them.<<elseif $showwarm is false>>not necessarily the most outwardly <b><i>affectionate</i></b> partner. Something that is often misinterpreted, but those close to you know better.<</if>> You're also <<if $showaloof is true>>not necessarily <b><i>thoughtful and considerate</i></b><<elseif $showaloof is false>><b><i>thoughtful and considerate</i></b><</if>> with your partner.<</if>>
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!!!$namee.
<b>Appearance:</b> $namee is often described as warm and "angelic," with an oval face. $e_Their doe-like blue agate eyes, framed by long, delicate lashes, carry an air of innocence, with $e_their thin straight eyebrows. A small turned-up nose sits above a thin upper lip and a full lower lip, giving $e_their smile a captivating yet playful charm. <<if $genderroe == "man">>$e_Their straight, short blond hair falls in soft strands that graze $e_their high cheekbones, creating a striking contrast against $e_their pale skin.<<else>>$e_Their straight, long blond hair cascades to her waist.<</if>> $namee's physique is lean and toned, with a graceful rectangle form at a height of <<if $genderroe == "man">>6'2"<<else>>5'9"<</if>>.
!!!Athiel, the arrogant $a_man.
<b>Appearance:</b> Athiel's face is often described as "arrogantly hot," featuring a heart-shaped structure. $a_Their almond-shaped ocean blue eyes hold much more than people take the time to see, framed by medium rounded brows with a low arch. A small turned-up nose sits above full lips, showcasing a killer smile that magazines adore. $a_Their mid-length blond hair reaches $a_their shoulders and complements $a_their fair skin. Athiel's physique is toned, with an hourglass shape at a height of <<if $genderroa == "man">>6'1"<<else>>5'8"<</if>>.
<b>What does $a_they think about you?</b><<if $showchara is true>> Simple, $a_they doesn't think about you <i>at all</i><</if>><<if $showchara1 is true and $AL >= 8>> It's... complicated. You're annoyingly distracting.<<elseif $showchara2 is true and $AL >= 8>> $a_They's starting to like you, and that scares $a_them.<<elseif $chap2do is true>> You're... okay. Still annoying, though.<<elseif $chap3do is true>> You're not as annoying as before. Maybe not a friend, but close enough.<</if>>
!!!Ekissa, your best friend.
<b>Appearance:</b> Ekissa's face is often considered to have a "resting bitch face," featuring a diamond-shaped structure. $j_Their upturned, cat-like black eyes possess a magnetic pull, turning heads wherever $j_they goes, even with the shorter lashes that frame them. $j_Their medium-soft angled brows, with a subtle arch, enhance $j_their naturally fierce look. Below, a strong Nubian nose leads down to full lips that seem to have a permanent downward tilt due to $j_their lack of a smile. <<if $genderroj == "man">>$j_Their short, curly snowy-white dyed hair barely fits in his black cap<<else>>$j_Their mid-length, curly snowy-white dyed hair barely fits in her black cap<</if>> creates a striking contrast against $j_their rich dark brown skin. Ekissa's physique is average, with an inverted triangle shape at a height of <<if $genderroj == "man">>5'11"<<else>>5'6"<</if>>.
<b>What does $j_they think about you?</b><<if $showcharj is true>> Ekissa respects you.<</if>><<if $showcharj1 is true and $JL >= 8>> Ekissa stays as oblivious as always, but $j_they feels incomplete when you're not around. More than usual.<<elseif $showcharj2 is true and $JL >= 8>> Ekissa is starting to feel... more aware of you, of your relationship, of everything about you and $j_them as 'friends'.<<elseif $chap2do is true>> $j_They's glad to have you in $j_their life, and it won't change.<<elseif $chap3do is true>> $j_They's still worried about you, but $j_they's relieved to see you in a better state.<</if>>
!!!$namel, your neighbor.
<b>Appearance:</b> $namel's face is often described as "charming", especially with this dimple of $l_theirs, featuring an oval shape. $l_Their sleepy, fox-like silver eyes regularly draw people to $l_them like moths to a flame, framed by shorter lashes and full, softly angled brows with a low arch. A long, narrow nose sits above thin lips that always seem to be slightly turned up in a mischievous smirk. <<if $genderrol == "man">>His straight, shaggy black hair reaches just below his shoulders, with some strands framing his face<<else>>Her mid-length, straight shag-style hair, with bangs framing her face<</if>> stands out against $l_their pale skin. $namel’s physique is athletic, with a rectangular shape at a height of <<if $genderrol == "man">>5'7"<<else>>5'2"<</if>>.
<b>What does $l_they think about you?</b><<if $showcharl is true>> $l_They only sees you as $l_their neighbor.<</if>><<if $showcharl1 is true and $LL >= 8>> $namel often find $l_themself watching you when $l_they thinks you're not looking.<<elseif $showcharl2 is true and $LL >= 8>> $namel likes you, and $l_they doesn't know if it's a good or bad thing for both of you.<<elseif $chap2do is true>> $l_They's starting to see you as a friend, and hopes you feel the same.<<elseif $chap3do is true>> You're a friend to $namel.<</if>>
!!!$namet, your neighbor's kid.
<b>Appearance: </b> $namet's face is often described as "sharp," featuring a rectangular shape. $t_Their hooded black eyes conceal a subtle brashness, often hidden behind a facade of stoicism, framed by long lashes and full, flat brows. Below, a Greek nose leads down to bow-shaped lips that rarely smile—if only slightly... that makes dimples appear... sometimes. <<if $genderrot == "man">>His short, messy, wavy dark brown hair has long strands that get in the way from time to time<<else>>Her long, messy, wavy dark brown hair cascades to her waist<</if>> blends with $t_their tan skin. $namet's physique is fit, with a lean rectangular shape at a height of <<if $genderrot == "man">>5'9"<<else>>5'4"<</if>>.
<b>What does $t_they think about you?</b><<if $showchart is true>> Best to keep that a mystery...<</if>><<if $showchart1 is true and $TL >= 8>> You're not just a friend for $t_them. That's it.<<elseif $showchart2 is true and $TL >= 8>> Would you accept if $t_they ask you out for a dinner? $t_They doesn't think $t_they has enough courage to ruin whatever it is between you two.<<elseif $chap2do is true>> $t_They respects you.<<elseif $chap3do is true>> $t_They's impressed you didn't get tired of a boring person like $t_them.<</if>>
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</div>Love After Death<<widget "setGender">><<silently>>
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<<set $m_is to "is">>
<<set $m_Is to "Is">>
<<set $m_isnt to "isn't">>
<<set $m_Isnt to "Isn't">>
<<set $m_dont to "doesn't">>
<<set $m_do to "does">>
<<set $m_was to "was">>
<<set $m_wasnt to "wasn't">>
<<set $m_theyre to "he's">>
<<set $m_have to "has">>
<<set $m_They to "He">>
<<set $m_Them to "Him">>
<<set $m_Their to "His">>
<<set $m_Theirs to "His">>
<<set $m_Themself to "Himself">>
<<set $m_Theyre to "He's">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "f">>
<<set $m_they to "she">>
<<set $m_them to "her">>
<<set $m_their to "her">>
<<set $m_theirs to "hers">>
<<set $m_themself to "herself">>
<<set $m_s to "s">>
<<set $m_is to "is">>
<<set $m_Is to "Is">>
<<set $m_isnt to "isn't">>
<<set $m_Isnt to "Isn't">>
<<set $m_dont to "doesn't">>
<<set $m_do to "does">>
<<set $m_was to "was">>
<<set $m_wasnt to "wasn't">>
<<set $m_theyre to "she's">>
<<set $m_have to "has">>
<<set $m_They to "She">>
<<set $m_Them to "Her">>
<<set $m_Their to "Her">>
<<set $m_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $m_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $m_Theyre to "She's">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "n">>
<<set $m_they to "they">>
<<set $m_them to "them">>
<<set $m_their to "their">>
<<set $m_theirs to "theirs">>
<<set $m_themself to "themself">>
<<set $m_s to "">>
<<set $m_is to "are">>
<<set $m_Is to "Are">>
<<set $m_isnt to "aren't">>
<<set $m_Isnt to "Aren't">>
<<set $m_dont to "don't">>
<<set $m_do to "do">>
<<set $m_was to "were">>
<<set $m_wasnt to "weren't">>
<<set $m_theyre to "they're">>
<<set $m_have to "have">>
<<set $m_They to "They">>
<<set $m_Them to "Them">>
<<set $m_Their to "Their">>
<<set $m_Theirs to "Theirs">>
<<set $m_Themself to "Themself">>
<<set $m_Theyre to "They're">>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if ndef $args[1]>>
<<set _rng to random(0,2)>>
<<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>>
<<else>>
<<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>>
<<if $args[0] is "e">>
<<if _let is "m">>
<<set $e_they to "he">>
<<set $e_them to "him">>
<<set $e_their to "his">>
<<set $e_theirs to "his">>
<<set $e_themself to "himself">>
<<set $e_s to "s">>
<<set $e_is to "is">>
<<set $e_theyre to "he's">>
<<set $e_have to "has">>
<<set $e_They to "He">>
<<set $e_Them to "Him">>
<<set $e_Their to "His">>
<<set $e_Theirs to "His">>
<<set $e_Themself to "Himself">>
<<set $e_Theyre to "He's">>
<<set $e_man to "man">>
<<set $e_Man to "Man">>
<<set $e_boy to "boy">>
<<set $e_Boy to "Boy">>
<<set $e_sir to "sir">>
<<set $e_Sir to "Sir">>
<<set $e_boyfriend to "boyfriend">>
<<set $e_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">>
<<set $e_brother to "brother">>
<<set $e_Brother to "Brother">>
<<set $e_handsome to "handsome">>
<<set $e_Handsome to "Handsome">>
<<set $e_cologne to "cologne">>
<<set $e_Mr to "Mr">>
<<set $e_son to "son">>
<<set $e_Son to "Son">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "f">>
<<set $e_they to "she">>
<<set $e_them to "her">>
<<set $e_their to "her">>
<<set $e_theirs to "hers">>
<<set $e_themself to "herself">>
<<set $e_s to "s">>
<<set $e_is to "is">>
<<set $e_theyre to "she's">>
<<set $e_have to "has">>
<<set $e_They to "She">>
<<set $e_Them to "Her">>
<<set $e_Their to "Her">>
<<set $e_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $e_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $e_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $e_man to "woman">>
<<set $e_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $e_boy to "girl">>
<<set $e_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $e_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $e_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $e_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $e_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $e_brother to "sister">>
<<set $e_Brother to "Sister">>
<<set $e_handsome to "beautiful">>
<<set $e_Handsome to "Beautiful">>
<<set $e_cologne to "perfume">>
<<set $e_Mr to "Ms">>
<<set $e_son to "daughter">>
<<set $e_Son to "Daughter">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "n">>
<<set $e_they to "they">>
<<set $e_them to "them">>
<<set $e_their to "their">>
<<set $e_theirs to "theirs">>
<<set $e_themself to "themself">>
<<set $e_s to "">>
<<set $e_is to "are">>
<<set $e_theyre to "they're">>
<<set $e_have to "have">>
<<set $e_They to "She">>
<<set $e_Them to "Her">>
<<set $e_Their to "Her">>
<<set $e_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $e_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $e_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $e_man to "man">>
<<set $e_Man to "Man">>
<<set $e_boy to "boy">>
<<set $e_Boy to "Boy">>
<<set $e_sir to "sir">>
<<set $e_Sir to "Sir">>
<<set $e_boyfriend to "boyfriend">>
<<set $e_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">>
<<set $e_brother to "brother">>
<<set $e_Brother to "Brother">>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if ndef $args[1]>>
<<set _rng to random(0,2)>>
<<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>>
<<else>>
<<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>>
<<if $args[0] is "j">>
<<if _let is "m">>
<<set $j_they to "he">>
<<set $j_them to "him">>
<<set $j_their to "his">>
<<set $j_theirs to "his">>
<<set $j_themself to "himself">>
<<set $j_s to "s">>
<<set $j_is to "is">>
<<set $j_theyre to "he's">>
<<set $j_have to "has">>
<<set $j_They to "He">>
<<set $j_Them to "Him">>
<<set $j_Their to "His">>
<<set $j_Theirs to "His">>
<<set $j_Themself to "Himself">>
<<set $j_Theyre to "He's">>
<<set $j_man to "man">>
<<set $j_Man to "Man">>
<<set $j_boy to "boy">>
<<set $j_Boy to "Boy">>
<<set $j_sir to "sir">>
<<set $j_Sir to "Sir">>
<<set $j_boyfriend to "boyfriend">>
<<set $j_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">>
<<set $j_brother to "brother">>
<<set $j_Brother to "Brother">>
<<set $j_handsome to "handsome">>
<<set $j_Handsome to "Handsome">>
<<set $j_cologne to "cologne">>
<<set $j_Mr to "Mr">>
<<set $j_son to "son">>
<<set $j_Son to "Son">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "f">>
<<set $j_they to "she">>
<<set $j_them to "her">>
<<set $j_their to "her">>
<<set $j_theirs to "hers">>
<<set $j_themself to "herself">>
<<set $j_s to "s">>
<<set $j_is to "is">>
<<set $j_theyre to "she's">>
<<set $j_have to "has">>
<<set $j_They to "She">>
<<set $j_Them to "Her">>
<<set $j_Their to "Her">>
<<set $j_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $j_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $j_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $j_man to "woman">>
<<set $j_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $j_boy to "girl">>
<<set $j_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $j_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $j_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $j_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $j_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $j_brother to "sister">>
<<set $j_Brother to "Sister">>
<<set $j_handsome to "beautiful">>
<<set $j_Handsome to "Beautiful">>
<<set $j_cologne to "perfume">>
<<set $j_Mr to "Ms">>
<<set $j_son to "daughter">>
<<set $j_Son to "Daughter">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "n">>
<<set $j_they to "they">>
<<set $j_them to "them">>
<<set $j_their to "their">>
<<set $j_theirs to "theirs">>
<<set $j_themself to "themself">>
<<set $j_s to "">>
<<set $j_is to "are">>
<<set $j_theyre to "they're">>
<<set $j_have to "have">>
<<set $j_They to "She">>
<<set $j_Them to "Her">>
<<set $j_Their to "Her">>
<<set $j_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $j_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $j_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $j_man to "woman">>
<<set $j_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $j_boy to "girl">>
<<set $j_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $j_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $j_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $j_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $j_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $j_Brother to "Brother">>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if ndef $args[1]>>
<<set _rng to random(0,2)>>
<<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>>
<<else>>
<<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>>
<<if $args[0] is "l">>
<<if _let is "m">>
<<set $l_they to "he">>
<<set $l_them to "him">>
<<set $l_their to "his">>
<<set $l_theirs to "his">>
<<set $l_themself to "himself">>
<<set $l_s to "s">>
<<set $l_is to "is">>
<<set $l_theyre to "he's">>
<<set $l_have to "has">>
<<set $l_They to "He">>
<<set $l_Them to "Him">>
<<set $l_Their to "His">>
<<set $l_Theirs to "His">>
<<set $l_Themself to "Himself">>
<<set $l_Theyre to "He's">>
<<set $l_man to "man">>
<<set $l_Man to "Man">>
<<set $l_boy to "boy">>
<<set $l_Boy to "Boy">>
<<set $l_sir to "sir">>
<<set $l_Sir to "Sir">>
<<set $l_boyfriend to "boyfriend">>
<<set $l_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">>
<<set $l_brother to "brother">>
<<set $l_Brother to "Brother">>
<<set $l_handsome to "handsome">>
<<set $l_Handsome to "Handsome">>
<<set $l_cologne to "cologne">>
<<set $l_Mr to "Mr">>
<<set $l_father to "father">>
<<set $l_Father to "Father">>
<<set $l_dad to "dad">>
<<set $l_Dad to "Dad">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "f">>
<<set $l_they to "she">>
<<set $l_them to "her">>
<<set $l_their to "her">>
<<set $l_theirs to "hers">>
<<set $l_themself to "herself">>
<<set $l_s to "s">>
<<set $l_is to "is">>
<<set $l_theyre to "she's">>
<<set $l_have to "has">>
<<set $l_They to "She">>
<<set $l_Them to "Her">>
<<set $l_Their to "Her">>
<<set $l_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $l_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $l_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $l_man to "woman">>
<<set $l_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $l_boy to "girl">>
<<set $l_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $l_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $l_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $l_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $l_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $l_brother to "sister">>
<<set $l_Brother to "Sister">>
<<set $l_handsome to "beautiful">>
<<set $l_Handsome to "Beautiful">>
<<set $l_cologne to "perfume">>
<<set $l_Mr to "Ms">>
<<set $l_father to "mother">>
<<set $l_Father to "Mother">>
<<set $l_dad to "ma">>
<<set $l_Dad to "Ma">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "n">>
<<set $l_they to "they">>
<<set $l_them to "them">>
<<set $l_their to "their">>
<<set $l_theirs to "theirs">>
<<set $l_themself to "themself">>
<<set $l_s to "">>
<<set $l_is to "are">>
<<set $l_theyre to "they're">>
<<set $l_have to "have">>
<<set $l_They to "She">>
<<set $l_Them to "Her">>
<<set $l_Their to "Her">>
<<set $l_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $l_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $l_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $l_man to "woman">>
<<set $l_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $l_boy to "girl">>
<<set $l_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $l_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $l_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $l_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $l_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $l_brother to "brother">>
<<set $l_Brother to "Brother">>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if ndef $args[1]>>
<<set _rng to random(0,2)>>
<<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>>
<<else>>
<<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>>
<<if $args[0] is "t">>
<<if _let is "m">>
<<set $t_they to "he">>
<<set $t_them to "him">>
<<set $t_their to "his">>
<<set $t_theirs to "his">>
<<set $t_themself to "himself">>
<<set $t_s to "s">>
<<set $t_is to "is">>
<<set $t_theyre to "he's">>
<<set $t_have to "has">>
<<set $t_They to "He">>
<<set $t_Them to "Him">>
<<set $t_Their to "His">>
<<set $t_Theirs to "His">>
<<set $t_Themself to "Himself">>
<<set $t_Theyre to "He's">>
<<set $t_man to "man">>
<<set $t_Man to "Man">>
<<set $t_boy to "boy">>
<<set $t_Boy to "Boy">>
<<set $t_sir to "sir">>
<<set $t_Sir to "Sir">>
<<set $t_boyfriend to "boyfriend">>
<<set $t_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">>
<<set $t_brother to "brother">>
<<set $t_Brother to "Brother">>
<<set $t_handsome to "handsome">>
<<set $t_Handsome to "Handsome">>
<<set $t_cologne to "cologne">>
<<set $t_Mr to "Mr">>
<<set $t_son to "son">>
<<set $t_Son to "Son">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "f">>
<<set $t_they to "she">>
<<set $t_them to "her">>
<<set $t_their to "her">>
<<set $t_theirs to "hers">>
<<set $t_themself to "herself">>
<<set $t_s to "s">>
<<set $t_is to "is">>
<<set $t_theyre to "she's">>
<<set $t_have to "has">>
<<set $t_They to "She">>
<<set $t_Them to "Her">>
<<set $t_Their to "Her">>
<<set $t_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $t_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $t_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $t_man to "woman">>
<<set $t_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $t_boy to "girl">>
<<set $t_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $t_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $t_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $t_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $t_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $t_brother to "sister">>
<<set $t_Brother to "Sister">>
<<set $t_handsome to "beautiful">>
<<set $t_Handsome to "Beautiful">>
<<set $t_cologne to "perfume">>
<<set $t_Mr to "Ms">>
<<set $t_son to "daughter">>
<<set $t_Son to "Daughter">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "n">>
<<set $t_they to "they">>
<<set $t_them to "them">>
<<set $t_their to "their">>
<<set $t_theirs to "theirs">>
<<set $t_themself to "themself">>
<<set $t_s to "">>
<<set $t_is to "are">>
<<set $t_theyre to "they're">>
<<set $t_have to "have">>
<<set $t_They to "She">>
<<set $t_Them to "Her">>
<<set $t_Their to "Her">>
<<set $t_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $t_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $t_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $t_man to "man">>
<<set $t_Man to "Man">>
<<set $t_boy to "boy">>
<<set $t_Boy to "Boy">>
<<set $t_sir to "sir">>
<<set $t_Sir to "Sir">>
<<set $t_boyfriend to "boyfriend">>
<<set $t_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">>
<<set $t_brother to "brother">>
<<set $t_Brother to "Brother">>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if ndef $args[1]>>
<<set _rng to random(0,2)>>
<<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 2>><<set _let to "n">><</if>>
<<else>>
<<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>>
<<if $args[0] is "a">>
<<if _let is "m">>
<<set $a_they to "he">>
<<set $a_them to "him">>
<<set $a_their to "his">>
<<set $a_theirs to "his">>
<<set $a_themself to "himself">>
<<set $a_s to "s">>
<<set $a_is to "is">>
<<set $a_theyre to "he's">>
<<set $a_have to "has">>
<<set $a_They to "He">>
<<set $a_Them to "Him">>
<<set $a_Their to "His">>
<<set $a_Theirs to "His">>
<<set $a_Themself to "Himself">>
<<set $a_Theyre to "He's">>
<<set $a_man to "man">>
<<set $a_Man to "Man">>
<<set $a_boy to "boy">>
<<set $a_Boy to "Boy">>
<<set $a_sir to "sir">>
<<set $a_Sir to "Sir">>
<<set $a_boyfriend to "boyfriend">>
<<set $a_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">>
<<set $a_brother to "brother">>
<<set $a_Brother to "Brother">>
<<set $a_handsome to "handsome">>
<<set $a_Handsome to "Handsome">>
<<set $a_cologne to "cologne">>
<<set $a_Mr to "Mr">>
<<set $a_son to "son">>
<<set $a_Son to "Son">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "f">>
<<set $a_they to "she">>
<<set $a_them to "her">>
<<set $a_their to "her">>
<<set $a_theirs to "hers">>
<<set $a_themself to "herself">>
<<set $a_s to "s">>
<<set $a_is to "is">>
<<set $a_theyre to "she's">>
<<set $a_have to "has">>
<<set $a_They to "She">>
<<set $a_Them to "Her">>
<<set $a_Their to "Her">>
<<set $a_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $a_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $a_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $a_man to "woman">>
<<set $a_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $a_boy to "girl">>
<<set $a_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $a_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $a_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $a_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $a_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $a_brother to "sister">>
<<set $a_Brother to "Sister">>
<<set $a_handsome to "beautiful">>
<<set $a_Handsome to "Beautiful">>
<<set $a_cologne to "perfume">>
<<set $a_Mr to "Ms">>
<<set $a_son to "daughter">>
<<set $a_Son to "Daughter">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "n">>
<<set $a_they to "they">>
<<set $a_them to "them">>
<<set $a_their to "their">>
<<set $a_theirs to "theirs">>
<<set $a_themself to "themself">>
<<set $a_s to "">>
<<set $a_is to "are">>
<<set $a_theyre to "they're">>
<<set $a_have to "have">>
<<set $a_They to "She">>
<<set $a_Them to "Her">>
<<set $a_Their to "Her">>
<<set $a_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $a_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $a_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $a_man to "woman">>
<<set $a_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $a_boy to "girl">>
<<set $a_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $a_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $a_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $a_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $a_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $a_brother to "brother">>
<<set $a_Brother to "Brother">>
<<set $a_son to "son">>
<<set $a_Son to "Son">>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if ndef $args[1]>>
<<set _rng to random(0,2)>>
<<if _rng is 0>><<set _let to "m">><</if>>
<<if _rng is 1>><<set _let to "f">><</if>>
<<else>>
<<set _let to $args[1]>><</if>>
<<if $args[0] is "s">>
<<if _let is "m">>
<<set $s_they to "he">>
<<set $s_them to "him">>
<<set $s_their to "his">>
<<set $s_theirs to "his">>
<<set $s_themself to "himself">>
<<set $s_s to "s">>
<<set $s_is to "is">>
<<set $s_theyre to "he's">>
<<set $s_have to "has">>
<<set $s_They to "He">>
<<set $s_Them to "Him">>
<<set $s_Their to "His">>
<<set $s_Theirs to "His">>
<<set $s_Themself to "Himself">>
<<set $s_Theyre to "He's">>
<<set $s_man to "man">>
<<set $s_Man to "Man">>
<<set $s_boy to "boy">>
<<set $s_Boy to "Boy">>
<<set $s_sir to "sir">>
<<set $s_Sir to "Sir">>
<<set $s_boyfriend to "boyfriend">>
<<set $s_Boyfriend to "Boyfriend">>
<<set $s_brother to "brother">>
<<set $s_Brother to "Brother">>
<<set $s_handsome to "handsome">>
<<set $s_Handsome to "Handsome">>
<<set $s_cologne to "cologne">>
<<set $s_Mr to "Mr">>
<</if>>
<<if _let is "f">>
<<set $s_they to "she">>
<<set $s_them to "her">>
<<set $s_their to "her">>
<<set $s_theirs to "hers">>
<<set $s_themself to "herself">>
<<set $s_s to "s">>
<<set $s_is to "is">>
<<set $s_theyre to "she's">>
<<set $s_have to "has">>
<<set $s_They to "She">>
<<set $s_Them to "Her">>
<<set $s_Their to "Her">>
<<set $s_Theirs to "Hers">>
<<set $s_Themself to "Herself">>
<<set $s_Theyre to "She's">>
<<set $s_man to "woman">>
<<set $s_Man to "Woman">>
<<set $s_boy to "girl">>
<<set $s_Boy to "Girl">>
<<set $s_sir to "ma'am">>
<<set $s_Sir to "Ma'am">>
<<set $s_boyfriend to "girlfriend">>
<<set $s_Boyfriend to "Girlfriend">>
<<set $s_brother to "sister">>
<<set $s_Brother to "Sister">>
<<set $s_handsome to "beautiful">>
<<set $s_Handsome to "Beautiful">>
<<set $s_cologne to "perfume">>
<<set $s_Mr to "Ms">>
<</if>>
<</if>>
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Before $namee died, you were:
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic" "yes" checked>>Sarcastic
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic" "no">>Genuine
<<radiobutton "$intimid" "yes" checked>>Intimidating
<<radiobutton "$intimid" "no">>Charming
<<radiobutton "$subtle" "yes" checked>>Kind, subtle
<<radiobutton "$subtle" "no">>Cold, blunt
<<radiobutton "$playful" "yes" checked>>Playful
<<radiobutton "$playful" "no">>Serious
Now, you are:
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic3" "yes" checked>>Sarcastic
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic3" "no">>Genuine
<<radiobutton "$persona3" "intimid" checked>>Intimidating
<<radiobutton "$persona3" "charm">>Charming
<<radiobutton "$playful3" "yes" checked>>Playful
<<radiobutton "$playful3" "no">>Serious
Do you want kids?
<<radiobutton "$kids" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$kids" "no">>No
Do you love kids?
<<radiobutton "$likekids" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$likekids" "no">>No
Did you let $namel flirt with you in the past?
<<radiobutton "$letlflirt" "and you weren't entirely indifferent, though you never cheated. Obviously." checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$letlflirt" "but you shut that down the moment $l_they opened $l_their mouth.">>No
Are you the jealous type?
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "hide">>I hide it
Did you have any relationship before $namee?
<<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "many" checked>>Many <<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "no">>No <<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "meh">>Not many but yeah.
What did you choose here?
The afternoon passes by rather calmly. Watching movies <<cycle "$persona1" autoselect>><<option "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">><<option "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><</cycle>>, preparing dinner together <<cycle "$personna2" autoselect>><<option "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<option "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">><</cycle>> and <<cycle "$personna3" autoselect>><<option "focusing intently on the cooking">><<option "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">><</cycle>>.
Are you a morning person?
<<radiobutton "$morning" "sunshine" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$morning" "grumpy">>No
Do you take time to get ready to go somewhere?
<<radiobutton "$readytime" "take time to prep" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$readytime" "grumpy">>No
Are you cheesy?
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "don't care">>Both?
Are you a good liar?
<<radiobutton "$liar" "good" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$liar" "bad">>No
<<radiobutton "$liar" "deflect">>I prefer to deflect
What's the name of your cat?
<<textbox "$catname" "">>
Are you hot-tempered or cold-headed?
<<radiobutton "$hottemp" "yes" checked>>I'm hot-tempered
<<radiobutton "$hottemp" "no">>I'm cold-headed
When $namee died, how was your state?
<<radiobutton "$grief" "crybroken" checked>>I cried
<<radiobutton "$grief" "bottleupokay">>I bottled up and acted as if I was okay
<<radiobutton "$grief" "denieangry">>I was angry
<<radiobutton "$grief" "numb">>I was numb
<<radiobutton "$grief" "bottleupstoic">>I didn't say anything, just forced myself not to react outwardly
Did you answer Juliet's call?
<<radiobutton "$phonecalljuliet" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$phonecalljuliet" "no">>No
When the Lazin couple came to your house, how were you?
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "uncomfortable" checked>>Uncomfortable
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "neutral">>I didn't know what to say
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "comfortable">>I was comfortable with them
Do you still eat normally?
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "You eat everything as if you've been starved for days" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "You don't eat anything">>No
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "You eat a bit just to not have Ekissa on your back">>I eat a bit but not much...
Do you know how to cook?
<<cycle "$cookingskills" autoselect>><<option "You don't know much about cooking, but you saw $namee cook enough times to have at least a basic understanding.">><<option "You've got good cooking skills.">><<option "You're pretty skilled when it comes to cooking.">><</cycle>>
<<button "Next" "Chapitre1.0">><</button>><<if $sarcastic == "yes">><<set $sarcastic to 1>><<set $genuine to 0>><<else>><<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $genuine to 1>><</if>><<if $intimid == "yes">><<set $intimid to 1>><<set $charm to 0>><<else>><<set $intimid to 0>><<set $charm to 1>><</if>><<if $subtle == "yes">><<set $subtle to 1>><<set $blunt to 0>><<set $showblunt to false>><<set $showsubtle to true>><<else>><<set $subtle to 0>><<set $blunt to 1>><<set $showblunt to true>><<set $showsubtle to false>><</if>><<if $playful == "yes">><<set $playful to 1>><<set $serious to 0>><<else>><<set $playful to 0>><<set $serious to 1>><</if>><<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $playful3 == "yes">><<set $serious3 to "no">><<else>><<set $serious3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $persona1 == "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">> <<set $caring to $caring + 1>><<set $showaloof to false>><<set $showcaring to true>><<elseif $persona1 == "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><<set $aloof to $aloof + 1>><<set $showaloof to true>><<set $showcaring to false>><</if>><<if $personna2 == "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<set $distant to $distant to + 1>><<set $showwarm to false>><<set $showdistant to true>><<elseif $personna2 == "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">> <<set $warm to $warm + 1>><<set $showwarm to true>><<set $showdistant to false>><</if>><<if $personna3 == "focusing intently on the cooking">><<set $serious to $serious + 1>><<set $showserious to true>><<set $showplayful to false>><<elseif $personna3 == "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">> <<set $playful to $playful + 1>><<set $showserious to false>><<set $showplayful to true>><</if>><<set $relationcheck to true>><<if $hottemp == "yes">><<set $hottemp to 1>><<set $showhottemp to true>><<set $showcoldhead to false>><<set $coldhead to "no">><<else>><<set $coldhead to 1>><<set $showhottemp to false>><<set $showcoldhead to true>><<set $coldhead to "yes">><</if>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showsarcas to true>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showsarcagenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showgenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showgenuisarca to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><</if>><<if $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showinticharm to true>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showcharminti to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showintimid to true>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showcharm2 to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><</if>><<set $edeath to "yes">>Are we good to go?
*[[Yes|Chapitre1]]
*[[Nope, there's something I wanna change|Intro-1.1]]
Before $namee died, you were:
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic" "yes" checked>>Sarcastic
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic" "no">>Genuine
--
<<radiobutton "$intimid" "yes" checked>>Intimidating
<<radiobutton "$intimid" "no">>Charming
--
<<radiobutton "$subtle" "yes" checked>>Kind, subtle
<<radiobutton "$subtle" "no">>Cold, blunt
--
<<radiobutton "$playful" "yes" checked>>Playful
<<radiobutton "$playful" "no">>Serious
Now, you are:
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic3" "yes" checked>>Sarcastic
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic3" "no">>Genuine
--
<<radiobutton "$persona3" "intimid" checked>>Intimidating
<<radiobutton "$persona3" "charm">>Charming
--
<<radiobutton "$playful3" "yes" checked>>Playful
<<radiobutton "$playful3" "no">>Serious
Do you want kids?
<<radiobutton "$kids" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$kids" "no">>No
Do you love kids?
<<radiobutton "$likekids" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$likekids" "no">>No
Did you let $namel flirt with you in the past?
<<radiobutton "$letlflirt" "and you weren't entirely indifferent, though you never cheated. Obviously." checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$letlflirt" "but you shut that down the moment $l_they opened $l_their mouth.">>No
Are you the jealous type?
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "hide">>I hide it
Did you have any relationship before $namee?
<<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "many" checked>>Many <<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "no">>No <<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "meh">>Not many but yeah.
What did you choose here?
The afternoon passes by rather calmly. Watching movies <<cycle "$persona1" autoselect>><<option "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">><<option "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><</cycle>>, preparing dinner together <<cycle "$personna2" autoselect>><<option "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<option "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">><</cycle>> and <<cycle "$personna3" autoselect>><<option "focusing intently on the cooking">><<option "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">><</cycle>>.
Are you a morning person?
<<radiobutton "$morning" "sunshine" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$morning" "grumpy">>No
Do you take time to get ready to go somewhere?
<<radiobutton "$readytime" "take time to prep" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$readytime" "grumpy">>No
Are you cheesy?
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "don't care">>Both?
Are you a good liar?
<<radiobutton "$liar" "good" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$liar" "bad">>No
<<radiobutton "$liar" "deflect">>I prefer to deflect
What's the name of your cat?
<<textbox "$catname" "">>
Are you hot-tempered or cold-headed?
<<radiobutton "$hottemp" "yes" checked>>I'm hot-tempered
<<radiobutton "$hottemp" "no">>I'm cold-headed
When $namee died, how was your state?
<<radiobutton "$grief" "crybroken" checked>>I cried
<<radiobutton "$grief" "bottleupokay">>I bottled up and acted as if I was okay
<<radiobutton "$grief" "denieangry">>I was angry
<<radiobutton "$grief" "numb">>I was numb
<<radiobutton "$grief" "bottleupstoic">>I didn't say anything, just forced myself not to react outwardly
Did you answer Juliet's call?
<<radiobutton "$phonecalljuliet" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$phonecalljuliet" "no">>No
When the Lazin couple came to your house, how were you?
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "uncomfortable" checked>>Uncomfortable
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "neutral">>I didn't know what to say
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "comfortable">>I was comfortable with them
Do you still eat normally?
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "meh">>I eat a bit but not much...
Do you know how to cook?
<<radiobutton "$cookingskills" "no" checked>>You know the basics thanks to $namee.
<<radiobutton "$cookingskills" "good">>You're good.
<<radiobutton "$cookingskills" "perf">>You're more than good.
<<button "Next" "Intro-2Part2">><</button>>
Did you want Athiel out of your house at first?
<<radiobutton "$kickout Athiel" "Well, you did try to get $a_them out of your house. It didn't work unfortunately..." checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$kickout Athiel" "That's why you didn't try to kick Athiel out of your house.">>No.
Do you mind crowds?
<<radiobutton "$likecrowds" "no" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$likecrowds" "yes">>I don't mind crowds.
What drink did you pick?
<<radiobutton "$pickdrink" "coffee" checked>>Coffee.
<<radiobutton "$pickdrink" "tea">>Tea.
<<radiobutton "$pickdrink" "juice">>Juice.
<<radiobutton "$pickdrink" "hot chocolate">>Hot chocolate.
When Athiel talked about dating, what did you think about it?
<<radiobutton "$dateothers" "no" checked>>You don't want to date or see anyone else.
<<radiobutton "$dateothers" "dunno">>You don't know.
<<radiobutton "$dateothers" "yes">>You're not against seeing or dating someone.
Did you confront Juliet?
<<radiobutton "$confrontju" "yes" checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$confrontju" "no">>No.
Did you have the doc route or Thomas route?
<<radiobutton "$routedoc1" "yes" checked>>The doc route.
<<radiobutton "$routedoc1" "no">>Thomas route.
Do you drink alcohol?
<<radiobutton "$drinkalco" "yes" checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$drinkalco" "no">>No.
Did you eavesdrop on $namel conversation with $l_their fired ex-assistant?
<<radiobutton "$curiounosy" "yes" checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$curiounosy" "no">>No.
Did you call Chelsea or Maxime?
<<radiobutton "$routechel" "yes" checked>>Chelsea.
<<radiobutton "$routechel" "no">>Maxime.
Do you smoke?
<<radiobutton "$smoke" "yes" checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$smoke" "no">>No.
What's your work skill?
<<radiobutton "$taffskills" "pplskills" checked>>People skills.
<<radiobutton "$taffskills" "scienlogiskills">>Logic and fact skills.
<<radiobutton "$taffskills" "intimidauthorityskills">>Authority and intimidating skills.
<<radiobutton "$taffskills" "rambleskills">>Annoying rambles skills.
<<button "Next" "Intro-2.2">><</button>>"$name?" When his voice reaches your ears, you can easily recognize the lazy lilt in his tone.
How long has it been since you've heard his voice? Too long, too fucking long. Time slipped by so quickly that you didn't even realize how isolated you'd become from the few people closest to you: Vince and Vailyn. It may not seem like much, but if Ekissa hadn't been checking in on you so often, you're sure your connection with $j_them would have faded too.
You've been so lost and overwhelmed, caught up in so many things happening all at once that you couldn't think of anything else but to keep your head above water and not drown.
Hearing your youngest brother's voice makes your body tremble and your hands shake. Isn't it strange how things work? When something happens to people, just hearing their closest ones <i>talk</i> after a shocking event can make all the walls they thought they built come crashing down, exposing that raw, vulnerable part of them.
It's like when Vailyn came back into your life—it's so hard to keep your emotions in check, especially with people you're really close to.
Your eyes sting, and your throat tightens so much it hurts. You swallow. "Vince, everything's okay?"
You try to stay calm, hiding everything you've been trying to contain since what happened. You managed to not cry in front of Vailyn, so you can do it with Vince, who isn't even here in the house with you...
<<if $grief == "crybroken">>You cried when you woke up alone, at the loss of not having anyone to smooth your shirt, at the absence of your $e_boyfriend's jokes and warmth.
But then you had enough of crying. You were tired of people looking at you like you were something too fragile to even talk to. You thought maybe it would be better to keep it all to yourself, especially at work. <<elseif $grief == "numb" or $grief == "bottleupstoic">>You never showed anything since $namee's death, you were just a blank wall, just too blank to read anything at all. You never cried, not in front of people, never in front of people. You don't know if it's because the emptiness feels so immense that emotions are hard to express. When it comes to $namee, you've never allowed yourself to truly cry and let it all out. <<elseif $grief == "denieangry">>You never cried around people, never showed any "weakness"—not because you didn't want to, but because you were too busy being angry at everything and everyone. You'd be lying if you said you weren't still angry about everything, but it's just not the same as it was months ago.<<else>>You always, <i>always</i> made sure to show people how okay you were. You won't stop now, not when you're close enough to convince yourself, too.<</if>>
You furrow your brows, that bad feeling stirring up in your chest again. Sadness and grief take a backseat to make room for anxiety. This unsettling feeling has lingered for a while now. It's not normal. At all. It wasn't Juliet, it wasn't the crowds at $namel's company, it wasn't when you thought you'd die in the elevator, and it certainly wasn't when you got scared about $catname.
If it's not any of these, you pray to all the gods it's not Vince. You wouldn't survive if something happened to him.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C2">><</button>>"Vince?" you repeat, barely aware that he did answer; you're too caught up in your thoughts. "You need something? Money? I found a job months ago, and I've got enough to pay the rent and give you some cash if you need—"
"$name," Vince stops you with a sigh that filter through your phone. "I'm good, I'm the one who should ask you this."
Your frown deepens. "Me?"
"Yes, you, who else?" he drawls, but not unkindly, suggesting more concern than annoyance. Even if you can't see his face, you can guess the kind of expression he has in this moment.
"I'm…" you trail off, wondering whether to drop the bomb you've been holding for months or to wait just a bit longer. You feel like there's no good answer. Either way, you know it'll end in tears.
$namee had a knack for this—getting into people's hearts, gripping them so tightly that forgetting $e_them wasn't something you'd even <i>think</i> about. Well, you won't lie; you're pretty biased.
"It's been weeks since I heard anything from you. I tried to call you two months ago, but you didn't answer," he adds, panic mounting in his voice. "I called Ekissa, and $j_they told me to give you some space and that you were avoiding calls from everyone. What the fuck happened, $name? You could've at least told me you were okay. What if you were in trouble? I know I'm the youngest, and people probably think young people can't help much. I know I'm not the first person you'd ask for help, but… C'mon, this is so fucking frust—"
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>"What did we say about your language?" you tut with mock disappointment. Being charming doesn't make you forget your role as the oldest. You can do both easily.
Well, at first, it was about your role as the oldest, but now he's old enough to do what he wants. It's not like you can say much now that this young man is an adult. You just love to tease him about it; it never gets old for you.
"Do I have to remind you I'm already 21?" he groans, the sound of something shifting on his end. He's probably lounging on his couch, always there when he's not at his job or school. If he could stay there all day, you bet he would.
You smirk, shrugging, though you know he can't see it. "Do I have to remind you I'm the oldest?"
"And?"
"And my words are law," your smirk widens, already picturing the grimace he makes when you say that exact sentence.
"Ugh, whatever."
"Am I not right, though?" you continue, letting your voice take on a smug tone.
"Whatever, $name," he repeats in exasperation.<<else>>"Language," you click your tongue, habit of being the oldest sibling showing.
"What?"
"I said language, you lil prick," you repeat as you hear him bark a laugh while you fight against a smile of your own.
"Are you serious?" he exclaims in disbelief. "You're the one who's got trash for a mouth."
You scowl. "The fuck? I'm not."
"See?"
Your eyes narrow, pressing your lips into a tight line. Not having any excuse ready, you spill the first thing that comes to mind. "I don't swear every time."
A snort filters through your phone. "You don't need to; your scary vibes do the job alright."
"I'm gonna strangle you when we see each other again," you say only sweet words, spreading love as always in your very, very <i>charming</i> way.
"See?" he repeats.
You don't respond to that.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C3">><</button>>"Anyway, that doesn't answer my question," your brother says, getting back on track. The mirth evaporates as his tone turns serious, and you can tell he's on edge; it's only a matter of time before he really panics.
It's always like this with him—he puts on an aloof mask but panics every time something happens to you. You can't blame him; he never had a father figure or a mother figure. He only had you, Jackson, and Kadis. But honestly? You were the only real parent for them.
Who would want a drunk man who gets angry if you breathe too loudly as a father figure, right? And with a dead mother, it's pretty hard to have a mother figure.
The point is, the bond you share with him runs deeper because you practically raised him and your other siblings.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Vince," your tone tries to stay light. "I'm okay, really."<<else>>"Vince," your tone firm yet softer than your usual serious edge. "I'm okay."<</if>>
"You're not," he retorts, the sound of the rings on his fingers drumming against his phone echoing through the line, a sign of his growing unease. "What happened, $name? Why didn't you answer my call, and why no news all of a sudden? I sent you messages too. I thought… I dunno what I thought, you just got me worried and I didn't know what to do. Ekissa told me to leave you be for a while, but $j_they didn't even tell me what was going on."
"I was just… Something happened. I had to find a job for the rent and—"
"Again with this rent—" he cuts himself off. "Why? Did $namee lose $e_their job?"
You can already picture the frown on his face as you purse your trembling lips tighter, closing your eyes to force your emotions to disappear. "It's not like that."
"Then why? Vailyn said you didn't have to pay anything anyway, so why?"
"I already told you, I want to pay rent until—"
"—you consider you've paid enough. I know," Vince sighs again, and you can almost see him shaking his head. "You and your pride."
"It's not pride."
"What is it, then?"
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*[["Vince," you pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. "Let's not start this argument again."|CP2C4]]
*[["I owe Vailyn that much," you murmur weakly.|CP2C5]]
*[["They gave us so much, I can't just let them give again without having anything in return." You say matter-of-factly.|CP2C6]]
*[["Maybe I just want to do it like that," you state stubbornly.|CP2C7]]
*[["I don't know, just let me deal with this, okay?" you say softly.|CP2C8]]"It's not an argument," he counters, his tone slightly defensive. "Just hear me out."
"No, we've talked about this so many times," you shake your head, rubbing the bridge of your nose.
You hear him groan in exasperation. "And each time, you don't listen to me."
"Because you always say the same things."
"You don't <i>have</i> to pay any rent, $name. Why do you keep paying Vailyn?" he continues, even though you told him not to. "If it's not pride, I don't know what it is. It's been, what, four years?"
"Three this year," you correct him. "Do you know how much this house costs?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. And you know why? Because you made sure to repeat it every time I try to tell you it's okay to stop paying rent." He huffs, sounding more fond than really annoyed.
"If I gave you a house for free, would you just take it without feeling like you owe me something?" you ask, but he's quick to reply.
"Yes."
Your brows shoot up in surprise. You don't even know why you're surprised, but you humor him anyway. "And why's that?"
"Because I know you wouldn't give me something just to want something in return."
"It's… not the poin–"
"It is. Vailyn doesn't care about your cash; you're the one feeling like you owe them so much." He points it out.
"Vince…"
Vince exhales deeply, sounding like he's the older one between you two, that familiar sigh parents make when they reluctantly give up. "I told $namee to convince you, but $e_they never listens when it comes to you."
"That's…" Your voice falters, your face falling and your gaze losing focus. That's right… $namee never pushed back on this. $e_They kept supporting you even when Vailyn, Vince, hell, even Ekissa told you it wasn't a crime to take the house without paying anything.
You roll your lips together, your free hand clenching until your knuckles turn white, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
"$name?"
You don't answer. You should be used to it by now, right? Telling people your $e_boyfriend died when they ask where the "sweetheart" is. You don't even have the strength to look at the media. Fans must have been devastated, huh?
You don't know, you didn't check. You don't need to.
With a model like $namee, as popular as $e_they was? Of course the media would talk about it. You're just grateful that nobody knew who "$namee's lover" was. You certainly don't want to deal with weird fans or overbearing people, or even the sweet ones. You're good with just you and your close ones.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C9">><</button>>"They don't even care about your cash," he points out with an exasperated groan. "C'mon, I know it, you know it, they know it. It's not like they even need it."
"That's not the point, Vince," you rub the back of your neck helplessly.
"Then what is?"
"I can't just–" you throw your free hand in the air, letting it falls back to your side as you release a breath. "I can't just take everything they give me and be okay with it."
You can already see his frown forming between his brows. "Why not? You got a shitty life, might as well take what you can."
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"Thanks?" you blink, caught between feeling offended and grateful for his way of offering support.
"You're welcome," he huffs a soft laugh. "But seriously, $name. It's been, what, four years you've been paying rent?"<<else>>"Wow, I feel so much better now," you drawl, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I know, right?" he shoots back with as much sarcasm as you. "I bet you're having the time of your life. But seriously, $name, it's been what—four years that you've been paying rent?"<</if>>
"It's not that easy," you shake your head, even though he can't see you.
"So it <i>is</i> your pride getting in the way."
"It's not."
Vince exhales deeply, sounding like he's the older one between you two, that familiar sigh parents make when they reluctantly give up. "I told $namee to convince you, but $e_they never listens when it comes to you."
"That's…" Your voice falters, your face falling and your gaze losing focus. That's right… $namee never pushed back on this. $e_They kept supporting you even when Vailyn, Vince, hell, even Ekissa told you it wasn't a crime to take the house without paying anything.
You roll your lips together, your free hand clenching until your knuckles turn white, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
"$name?"
You don't answer. You should be used to it by now, right? Telling people your $e_boyfriend died when they ask where the "sweetheart" is. You don't even have the strength to look at the media. Fans must have been devastated, huh?
You don't know, you didn't check. You don't need to.
With a model like $namee, as popular as $e_they was? Of course the media would talk about it. You're just grateful that nobody knew who "$namee's lover" was. You certainly don't want to deal with weird fans or overbearing people, or even the sweet ones. You're good with just you and your close ones.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C9">><</button>>"You're making this way more complicated than it has to be," Vince drawls and—you have no doubt—rolls his eyes.
"I owe them that much," you say simply yet stubbornly. "It's thanks to them we're all where we are right now. Without them, we'd still be at Loras's place, giving our cash to that–" you pause, continuing through gritted teeth. "That <i>man</i>."
"You don't owe them anything, Vailyn did it because they wanted to. They didn't do it to have your money," your brother clicks his tongue. "Vailyn wouldn't do something to earn anything in exchange."
"I know that."
You hear him groan loudly over the phone. "Then why do you keep paying? It's been four years already. Don't you think it was enough money?"
"Three this year, not four," you correct. "And it's my decision. Have you any ideas how much this house really cost?"
"Vailyn didn't give it just to–"
"I don't care, I want to do that much," you counter, leaving no room for argument.
However, Vince being Vince, he replies. "It wasn't that great when you first got it."
"There are two floors, plenty of rooms, a backyard, and the living room is at least twice, if not three times, the size of what we had at Loras's. The neighborhood is calm, and this part of town is practically filled with rich people."
Vince exhales deeply, sounding like he's the older one between you two, that familiar sigh parents make when they reluctantly give up. "I told $namee to convince you, but $e_they never listens when it comes to you."
"That's…" Your voice falters, your face falling and your gaze losing focus. That's right… $namee never pushed back on this. $e_They kept supporting you even when Vailyn, Vince, hell, even Ekissa told you it wasn't a crime to take the house without paying anything.
You roll your lips together, your free hand clenching until your knuckles turn white, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
"$name?"
You don't answer. You should be used to it by now, right? Telling people your $e_boyfriend died when they ask where the "sweetheart" is. You don't even have the strength to look at the media. Fans must have been devastated, huh?
You don't know, you didn't check. You don't need to.
With a model like $namee, as popular as $e_they was? Of course the media would talk about it. You're just grateful that nobody knew who "$namee's lover" was. You certainly don't want to deal with weird fans or overbearing people, or even the sweet ones. You're good with just you and your close ones.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C9">><</button>>"That's not–" he starts but you cut him off.
"It's my choice, Vince. If I wanna pay a rent until I feel like I did enough, then that's what I'll do." Your voice is firm, leaving no room for argument, but of course, Vince being Vince, he'll find a way to argue anyway.
"Oh c'mon, why are you being so stubborn about it?" he mutters under his breath. "That's a lot of cash you're putting into it."
Your chin lifts slightly in defiance. "I know."
"Cash you could use for something else," he continues, probably hoping you'll see his point.
You don't. "I know."
"Like getting that car you wanted," he tries again, "you know the one that cost a <i>lot</i>."
"Vince."
"Or getting that new laptop you wanted for who knows how much time, you didn't forget about it, right? Or are you gonna pay for it in ten years?"
"<i>Vince</i>."
"Or–"
"Vincent," you use his full name, making him groan. Vince never liked his name. "I know what I'm doing. Let me do what I want."
"You're so stubborn," he complains but you can hear the fondness in his voice. "I swear, you're worse than Jackson sometimes."
You can't help the small smile tugging at your lips. "Look who's talking. He's the one who's copying me."
Vince exhales deeply, sounding like he's the older one between you two, that familiar sigh parents make when they reluctantly give up. "I told $namee to convince you, but $e_they never listens when it comes to you."
"That's…" Your voice falters, your face falling and your gaze losing focus. That's right… $namee never pushed back on this. $e_They kept supporting you even when Vailyn, Vince, hell, even Ekissa told you it wasn't a crime to take the house without paying anything.
You roll your lips together, your free hand clenching until your knuckles turn white, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
"$name?"
You don't answer. You should be used to it by now, right? Telling people your $e_boyfriend died when they ask where the "sweetheart" is. You don't even have the strength to look at the media. Fans must have been devastated, huh?
You don't know, you didn't check. You don't need to.
With a model like $namee, as popular as $e_they was? Of course the media would talk about it. You're just grateful that nobody knew who "$namee's lover" was. You certainly don't want to deal with weird fans or overbearing people, or even the sweet ones. You're good with just you and your close ones.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C9">><</button>>Your voice comes out more tired than intended. Your fingers start scratching your neck absently as you chew on your cheek with a pensive look.
There's a long pause on the other end of the line, the kind that makes you wonder if the call dropped. But then you hear Vince's soft breathing, followed by a resigned sigh.
"You're really something else," he mutters, but there's no real heat behind his words. "Ever since we were kids, you always had to do things your way."
A small, sad smile tugs at your lips. "Maybe because my way works for me."
"Does it though?" he challenges, but his tone is gentler now. "You're working yourself to the bone, and for what? To pay rent on a house that's yours already?"
You close your eyes, feeling the familiar weight of everything pressing down on your shoulders. The memory of Vailyn's kindness, the house, the freedom it represented, it all swirls in your mind, making your chest tight with emotions you can't quite name.
You want to do this much for Vailyn. That's just how you are, you can't help it.
"Just... trust me on this one," you whisper, knowing he can hear the plea in your voice, "please?"
Vince exhales deeply, sounding like he's the older one between you two, that familiar sigh parents make when they reluctantly give up. "I told $namee to convince you, but $e_they never listens when it comes to you."
"That's…" Your voice falters, your face falling and your gaze losing focus. That's right… $namee never pushed back on this. $e_They kept supporting you even when Vailyn, Vince, hell, even Ekissa told you it wasn't a crime to take the house without paying anything.
You roll your lips together, your free hand clenching until your knuckles turn white, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
"$name?"
You don't answer. You should be used to it by now, right? Telling people your $e_boyfriend died when they ask where the "sweetheart" is. You don't even have the strength to look at the media. Fans must have been devastated, huh?
You don't know, you didn't check. You don't need to.
With a model like $namee, as popular as $e_they was? Of course the media would talk about it. You're just grateful that nobody knew who "$namee's lover" was. You certainly don't want to deal with weird fans or overbearing people, or even the sweet ones. You're good with just you and your close ones.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C9">><</button>>Rubbing your temples, you shake the thoughts away. Vince. Right. How can you explain without showing too much? How to do it without sounding too broken or like a fucking unfeeling wall?
You have to do it. You've been stalling for way too long. He has the right to know, especially your little brother. They were close too, weren't they? You close your eyes tight, exhaling slowly.
"$e_They's gone," you finally whisper, the words tasting bitter, strange, and abnormal. Like something taboo, something you should never utter out loud. You whisper so low you don't know if he heard anything at all.
Might as well spill it; you don't think you could take your time explaining your $e_boyfriend's death anyway.
"Gone?" he repeats your words slowly, as if doing so will help him understand better. Maybe it does; perhaps that's why there's a silence, heavy with unasked questions floating in the air, but no one daring to answer.
You suck in an unsteady breath. "Yes."
A beat. A breath.
"$e_They's gone?" he repeats again, his voice shaking as you hear him sniff. "I…" His voice cracks when he attempts to laugh, not wanting to believe your words. "I just a need a sec… Sorry… I…"
There's no why, no how. Just plain and raw sadness. Even if he had questions, you know he wouldn't ask them, not to you.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"If you cry, you're gonna make me cry too," you try to joke, a weak chuckle tearing its way out of your throat. The sound rings hollow.
"I'm sorry…" he murmurs brokenly, hiccups can be heard on your end.
"Hey now," your breath hitches. "We should–" you swallow. "Don't do that when I can't even hug you until you suffocate."
Another joke, and again, it sounds empty, filled with everything but lightness. It seems to help because a choked and wobbly laugh escape his lips. "You're an idiot."
"Is it how you talk to your old sibling?" you huff a chuckle, staring up at the ceiling and blinking until the tears disappear.
"Yes…" his hiccups are muffled by no doubt his hand as he clears his throat, breaths uneven. "Yes, it's… It's…"<<else>>"Take all the time you need, Vince," you tell him, probably comforting both of you right now.
"I don't– I just–" his breath hitches, small noise escaping his nose and you know he's trying to keep it together. Just like you did.
A small sad smile touches your lips as you shake your head. "You don't need to prove anything, it's alright."
"I'm sorry," he finally says through hiccups.
"You've done nothing wrong, there's nothing to apologize for."
"But…" your little brother protests weakly. "Still…"<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C10">><</button>>Crinkles form on your forehead when you hear his unsteady breaths getting more pronounced. "Vince."
"I just…" he breathes in and out, loud enough for you to know what's going on.
"Vince," you repeat firmly. "Put me on speaker and put down the phone so you can lie down."
"I'm fine," he protests, yet it sounds as if he just ran a mile, breathless. "I–I'm fine…."
"Just do what I say."
You clench your jaw, directing your attention to the wall of your bedroom as you sink onto the edge of your bed, phone still resting against your ear. You should've known he'd react this way. Lying to him wasn't an option, and hiding the truth wasn't either. That's why you kept avoiding this moment. Though, you don't even know if you would've been able to ground him if you had answered months ago.
You were too broken to help anyone. Who knows, you probably still are.
"Okay… okay, I'm lying on the couch," he informs you, his respiration still shaky.
"Alright, you know what to do. We've done this a thousand times," you keep your voice soft and calm.
Silence. Then a self-conscious laugh breaks it, reverberating from the other end. "And here I want to be a therapist… What a future therapist I make…"
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*[["You will be an excellent therapist," you reassure him warmly. "Now close your eyes and just focus on your breathing."|CP2C11]]
*[[You huff, "Just because you're crying doesn't mean you'll be a shitty therapist."|CP2C12]]
*[["Focus, Vince," you tell him with a fond sigh.|CP2C13]]
*[[He needs some tough love. "Fuck whoever thinks therapists can't cry too. You'll be a great damn one; now shut up and focus."|CP2C14]]There's a soft rustling sound, probably him shifting on the couch, followed by a shaky exhale. Your own eyes close as you listen to his breathing pattern, uneven and shallow.
"I don't know how you do it," he whispers after a moment, voice thick with unshed tears. "How you... how you keep going..."
Your throat tightens at his words, but you push through it. This isn't about you right now, but about your little brother who needs you.
"One breath at a time," you say softly. "Just like now. In through your nose..." You hear him follow your instruction, a slow, trembling inhale. "And out through your mouth," you continue, keeping your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. "That's it. Again."
For a few minutes, there's nothing but the sound of his breathing gradually evening out. You remember all those times you've done this before, after nightmares, during exam stress, through panic attacks. Your little brother, always trying to be strong, always trying to help others, even when he's the one who needs help.
Ironic, isn't it? It's like two mirrors facing each other, your two forms reflecting one another. Would it be strange to say he took it from you? Or would it be too arrogant?
"You know what makes a great therapist?" you ask gently, hearing his breath catch slightly at the question. "Someone who understands pain, who knows what it feels like to hurt, to struggle. Someone who can sit with others in their darkest moments because they've been there too."
You hear him sniff, but his breathing remains steadier now. You're probably playing poet with your philosophical words, but you don't care. Not as long as he's feeling better. You can picture him there, probably wearing one of his oversized hoodies—the ones he claims are professional enough for his internship, but you know he just likes how they feel like a constant hug. His glasses, which he always wears but doesn't need, are probably pushed up into his messy hair, and his eyes are likely red and puffy.
The thought makes your heart clench. He's still your baby brother, even if he's studying to help others through their own struggles now.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you confirm softly. "And that's exactly who you are."
"If you say so…"
"How about you come over to my place sometimes?" you propose tentatively. "I can drive you to your uni and part-time job, and I got the new job I told you about earlier. I can give you some money. Or you could let me pay everything so you can focus on your studies?"
"I don't know…" he trails off before adding quickly. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't ask about your job. How is it?"
"It's fine, Vince. But we can talk about it if you come here. Or if you don't wanna stay at my place, we could at least see each other? What do you think?"
"I can do that," Vince agrees, his breath starting to even out and his voice taking on some color.
"You can?" your features softens. "I'm glad to hear it. Come when you're free."
"I'll call you."
"Alright, do you need me to stay with you a bit longe–"
"Yes, please." He replies without missing a beat.
The little boy sneaking into your room and asking to sleep with you every night, the little boy crying when you were the one hurt, the boy who couldn't help but follow you everywhere—all of these memories echo in those simple words.
So with a smile, you do what you always did. You stay here for him.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C15">><</button>>A wet chuckle comes from the other end. "Yeah? Tell that to Professor Gekins. She'd probably say I'm too 'emotionally unstable' to handle other people's problems."
"Professor Gekins can kiss my ass," you retort, your lips twitching in amusement and earning another watery laugh from your little brother. "Some of the best therapists I know went through shit themselves. Makes them more understanding, you know?"
You hear rustling, probably him wiping his face with his sleeve. "You don't even know any therapist," he huffs. A beat. "You think so…?"
Head tilting up with your expression softening, you nod slowly.
"I know so," you say firmly, though your voice stays gentle. "Besides, you've always been good at this. The way you notice things about people, how you just... get them. You don't need some Karen who isn't even a therapist but a professor to tell you how to do your future job. Therapists aren't all the same, are they?"
His breath hitches, but he manages to keep his voice steady. "That's different. Most of the time I'm just... being observant."
You can picture him there, probably wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the ones he claims are professional enough for his internship but you know he just likes how they feel like a constant hug. His glasses he always wears but doesn't need are probably pushed up into his messy hair, and his eyes are no doubt red and puffy.
The thought makes your heart clench. He's still your baby brother, even if he's studying to help others through their own struggles now.
"That's exactly what a good therapist needs to be," you point out, hearing him take deep, measured breaths. "That's how I'd want my therapist to be. And you're doing it right now, using the breathing exercises I taught you. See? You're already putting theory into practice."
"I guess," he mumbles, sounding a bit calmer now. You can picture him lying there, probably with one arm thrown over his eyes. You're no therapist, but you know your brother.
"How about you come over to my place sometimes?" you propose tentatively. "I can drive you to your uni and part-time job, and I got the new job I told you about earlier. I can give you some money. Or you could let me pay everything so you can focus on your studies?"
"I don't know…" he trails off before adding quickly. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't ask about your job. How is it?"
"It's fine, Vince. But we can talk about it if you come here. Or if you don't wanna stay at my place, we could at least see each other? What do you think?"
"I can do that," Vince agrees, his breath starting to even out and his voice taking on some color.
"You can?" your features softens. "I'm glad to hear it. Come when you're free."
"I'll call you."
"Alright, do you need me to stay with you a bit longe–"
"Yes, please." He replies without missing a beat.
The little boy sneaking into your room and asking to sleep with you every night, the little boy crying when you were the one hurt, the boy who couldn't help but follow you everywhere—all of these memories echo in those simple words.
So with a smile, you do what you always did. You stay here for him.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C15">><</button>>"I am focusing," he grumbles weakly.
"Really?" you raise a brow even though he can't see you. "Then why do I hear you moving around?"
"Because..." he trails off, probably realizing he has no real excuse.
"Exactly. Now stay still and breathe with me, alright?"
"...Fine."
Your own hands are trembling, but you force yourself to stay steady, at least in your voice. He needs you right now, and you'll be damned if you let your own grief get in the way of helping your little brother.
"Breath in," you instruct softly, counting to four in your head. "And out."
He follows your lead, his breathing gradually evening out. The sound of cars passing by his apartment mingles with his breaths, creating a rhythm that's somehow both chaotic and soothing.
"That's it," you encourage, hearing his breathing become less erratic. "Just like that."
You can picture him there, probably wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the ones he claims are professional enough for his internship but you know he just likes how they feel like a constant hug. His glasses he always wears but doesn't need are probably pushed up into his messy hair, and his eyes are likely red and puffy.
The thought makes your heart clench. He's still your baby brother, even if he's studying to help others through their own struggles now.
"I'm sorry," he whispers after a while, voice rough but steadier. "I should be the one helping you, not the other way around."
"How about you come over to my place sometimes?" you propose tentatively. "I can drive you to your uni and part-time job, and I got the new job I told you about earlier. I can give you some money. Or you could let me pay everything so you can focus on your studies?"
"I don't know…" he trails off before adding quickly. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't ask about your job. How is it?"
"It's fine, Vince. But we can talk about it if you come here. Or if you don't wanna stay at my place, we could at least see each other? What do you think?"
"I can do that," Vince agrees, his breath starting to even out and his voice taking on some color.
"You can?" your features softens. "I'm glad to hear it. Come when you're free."
"I'll call you."
"Alright, do you need me to stay with you a bit longe–"
"Yes, please." He replies without missing a beat.
The little boy sneaking into your room and asking to sleep with you every night, the little boy crying when you were the one hurt, the boy who couldn't help but follow you everywhere—all of these memories echo in those simple words.
So with a smile, you do what you always did. You stay here for him.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C15">><</button>>A wet chuckle escapes him. "Since when did you become so aggressive with your support?"
"Since my little brother decided to be a dumbass who thinks he can't show emotions," you shoot back, hearing him snort through his tears. "You're human before being a therapist, Vince. And you know what? The fact that you can empathize with people's pain? That's gonna make you better at your job, not worse."
"But–"
"No buts," you cut him off firmly. "You think your future patients want some robot who can't relate to their struggles? Someone who's never felt pain or loss? Hell no. They want someone who understands, someone real. I'd want that too."
You can picture him there, probably wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the ones he claims are professional enough for his internship but you know he just likes how they feel like a constant hug. His glasses he always wears but doesn't need are probably pushed up into his messy hair, and his eyes are no doubt red and puffy.
The thought makes your heart clench. He's still your baby brother, even if he's studying to help others through their own struggles now.
"Besides," you continue, softening your tone. "Crying over losing someone you care about? That's the most human thing you can do. And if anyone tells you different, I'll personally come over there and kick their ass."
This time, his laugh sounds a bit more genuine, even if it's still mixed with sniffles. "You'd really fight someone for me?"
Both of you know you already did. You fought more than you can count on your fingers for your siblings. You didn't have much choice, though, did you?
"In a heartbeat," you answer without hesitation. "Now breathe with me, okay? Just like we used to."
"Alright…"
"How about you come over to my place sometimes?" you propose tentatively. "I can drive you to your uni and part-time job, and I got the new job I told you about earlier. I can give you some money. Or you could let me pay everything so you can focus on your studies?"
"I don't know…" he trails off before adding quickly. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't ask about your job. How is it?"
"It's fine, Vince. But we can talk about it if you come here. Or if you don't wanna stay at my place, we could at least see each other? What do you think?"
"I can do that," Vince agrees, his breath starting to even out and his voice taking on some color.
"You can?" your features softens. "I'm glad to hear it. Come when you're free."
"I'll call you."
"Alright, do you need me to stay with you a bit longe–"
"Yes, please." He replies without missing a beat.
The little boy sneaking into your room and asking to sleep with you every night, the little boy crying when you were the one hurt, the boy who couldn't help but follow you everywhere—all of these memories echo in those simple words.
So with a smile, you do what you always did. You stay here for him.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C15">><</button>>That night, you didn't leave your room for hours. You spent them talking about random things with your brother to distract him from the obvious topic both of you were avoiding.
You explained what had happened during those past months, how $namel was kind enough to propose a job. You didn't bring out the little therapist moment, though. Instead, you talked about meeting $namet, about Athiel and Ekissa staying at your place, about Vailyn returning to town, among other things.
Vince also talked about himself—his roommates, his job, his studies. Your little brother isn't someone to share much about his life, but having raised him has its perks. He always was a real chatterbox; no one can stop him when he starts. By the end of the call, you could feel he was lighter.
But once again, you keep wondering. If your bad feeling is not about Vince…
Then why won't this feeling leave?
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C16">><</button>><b><i>Hours later…</i></b>
It's getting late when you hang up. You had to force your brother to go to sleep before he could start another topic and stay up too late. Studies take most of his time, and if it's not studies, it's his job. He needs more sleep than you do.
Carefully opening your door, you startle when you see Ekissa and Athiel standing right in front of you. You curse under your breath, your heart in your throat and a hand over your chest as they both turn around, their backs to you, feigning interest in the plain wall.
It's funny how well they can get along when they want to.
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*[["You scared the shit out of me," you say through a frustrated sigh, though there's no real heat. "The fuck are you doing here?"|CP2C17]]
*[[You cock a brow, crossing your arms. "Were you seriously eavesdropping?"|CP2C18]]
*[["Fu–" you gasp, blinking at both before following their gazes to the wall. "Uh, guys? What are you doing?"|CP2C19]]
*[["Oh wow, a pretty wall," you sigh dreamily, padding ahead to pat the wall. "Nice one, right? It's tall and… bland and… Just exactly the wall everyone needs, right?"|CP2C20]]
*[[You sigh. "I guess I don't need to ask to know what you were doing. Did you two eat?"|CP2C21]]They don't answer, staring at the wall before Ekissa turns around, a look of surprise on $j_their face. It's so fucking hilarious, you have a hard time containing a bark of laughter. You still succeed in doing it. Just very hardly.
"Ah, didn't see you there," Ekissa grunts, shoving $j_their hands in $j_their pockets, $j_their expression carefully devoid of any emotion. Too bad for $j_them, it's a stoic mask that doesn't work with you.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Stop the bullshit, will you?" you snort. "What were you two doing?"<<else>>You observe $j_them a long moment with you barely concealed smile. "What were you two doing?"<</if>>
Athiel looks over $a_their shoulder, having the decency not to appear surprised like Ekissa did. "We were just… talking."
You squint your eyes in a slow nod. "I see, I see. You two were talking. Makes sense. You and Ekissa, together, having a conversation. Calmly."
"You don't have to say it like that," Ekissa is having a hard time hiding the grimace forming on the corners of $j_their mouth, as if it physically pains $j_them to hear those words.
"You were sharing some secrets like the besties you two are?" you continue, eyeing them both with pure skepticism, gauging who's gonna yield first. "Or telling each other what you did today? Or were you planning your next slumber party–"
"Ugh, shut it; we were eavesdropping," Ekissa gives in with a scowl. "No way I'm talking about anything with that asshole."
And here you thought they'd lie together and for once get along for at least one single thing.
"Awww, thank you Ekissa," Athiel drawls, every single syllable dripping with sarcasm. "The feeling is mutual."
"Whatever, let's go. You gotta eat," your best friend tells you, nudging you forward as you follow $j_them.
On the corner of your eyes, you notice Athiel burning holes in the back of Ekissa's head while the white-haired $j_man ignores the blondie.
"You ate?" you ask Athiel, who shrugs and takes it as an invitation to follow both of you to the stairs.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C22">><</button>>Ekissa and Athiel share a look—probably the first time they ever agreed on something without wanting to strangle each other. Looks like they're making progress; a bit more, and they'll be besties.
You snort internally at the thought. No way that can happen. Even in your wildest dreams, they're not buddies.
Athiel is the first to break eye contact, rubbing the back of $a_their neck with an expression that screams 'busted'. $a_They straightens $a_their spine, $a_their chin lifting slightly as $a_their eyes dart around in search of a believable lie.
"Well..." Athiel starts, trailing off when $a_they realizes $a_they has no excuse.
"We heard you laughing," Ekissa cuts in, no shame whatsoever in $j_their admission. Classic Ekissa. "Like, really laughing. Not that fake shit you do sometimes when you think no one notices."
You fix your best friend a surprised look. Something warm blooms in your chest at $j_their words, even if they're wrapped in $j_their usual gruff delivery. Leave it to Ekissa to care in the most Ekissa way possible. Especially around people. Usually with just you two, $j_they's less… a lot of things.
"So naturally, you two decided to camp outside my door?" <<if $playful3 == "yes">>you tease<<else>>you inquire<</if>>, watching as Athiel's eyes flick away, narrowing at the wall as if it personally offended $a_them while Ekissa just rolls $j_their eyes.
"Don't make it weird," Ekissa grunts, but there's a softness in $j_their eyes that betrays $j_their harsh tone. "We just... wanted to make sure you were okay."
"For once, I agree with $j_them," Athiel adds, and wow, hell must be freezing over for Athiel Winter to—not only agree with Ekissa but also admit something like that. "It's been a while since we heard you laugh like that, this weird laugh you got when you're with some people, you know, that disgusting laugh."
You glance between them—your best friend and your $e_boyfriend's $a_brother, probably the most unlikely duo to ever show concern together. It's kind of touching, in a weird, slightly stalker-ish way. You almost expect Athiel to say something like, "not that I care anyway." $a_They doesn't, but you guess that calling your laugh weird and disgusting is $a_their way of cushioning $a_their descent into softness.
Doesn't mean it doesn't shock you nonetheless. Maybe the model hit $a_their head on the way to your room.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"You two are ridiculous," you say, shaking your head with a fond smile. "But thanks, I guess? Even if your methods are questionable at best."<<else>>"You're ridiculous," you drawl with a shake of your head, no real heat in your words. "But thanks."<</if>>
"You're welcome," Ekissa mutters, already heading toward the stairs. "C'mon, you need to eat."
Athiel follows, and you catch $a_them shooting one last glance your way before $a_they turns away. These two might be oil and water, but they're looking out for you, even if their way of showing it involves lurking outside your door like a pair of well-meaning creeps.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C22">><</button>>You take one step closer to them, trying to see what could be so interesting about a plain white wall that would get these two—who usually can't stand each other—to stand side by side. Maybe they weren't actually eavesdropping…?
Nah, they were definitely eavesdropping.
They don't move from their spot, shoulders tensed and heads tilted slightly to the side in sync, which would be hilarious if it wasn't so weird. They look completely drawn to the… bland, basic wall; their eyes are squinted as if trying to see the microscopic invisible insect.
"Nothing," they both answer at the same time, still not turning around.
It's your turn to squint at their backs, noticing how Ekissa's fingers are twitching at $j_their sides while Athiel's hands are clasped behind $a_their back, knuckles white from how hard $a_they's gripping them. They're completely acting suspicious, and you know exactly what they were doing.
"Right..." you drawl, walking closer until you're standing between them. You crane your neck, looking at the exact spot they're staring at. "So we're all just... admiring this fascinating wall? Together?"
Ekissa lets out a grunt that sounds suspiciously like a choked laugh, while Athiel's lips twitch slightly.
"The texture is quite remarkable," Athiel comments dryly, still keeping up the charade.
"Mhm, and the shade of white is just..." Ekissa adds, waving $j_their hand vaguely, "...white."
You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile at their ridiculous attempt to play it cool. These two might not get along, but apparently, they can coordinate pretty well when it comes to being nosy about your phone calls. The fact that they're still pretending to be invested in the wall instead of just admitting they were eavesdropping is both amusing and exasperating.
"You know what?" you say, shaking your head. "I'm hungry. You guys can keep studying the fascinating architecture of my hallway if you want."
It doesn't take long for you to hear footsteps trailing behind you, the two of them following.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C22">><</button>>"Oh wow, a pretty wall," you sigh dreamily, padding ahead to pat the wall with exaggerated enthusiasm.
If they wanna play it like this, might as well do it fully. It's just too obvious they were eavesdropping.
Both of them stare at you like you've grown a second head as you continue your dramatic monologue. "Nice one, right? It's tall and... bland and..." Your hand caresses the plain surface in an almost loving manner. "Just exactly the wall everyone needs, right?"
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>Ekissa's stoic mask cracks first, a snort escaping $j_them before $j_they can catch $j_themself. $j_They quickly schools $j_their features back to neutrality, but you catch the way the corner of $j_their mouth twitches and the way $j_their shoulders start to move up and down slightly, then more pronounced.
Athiel, on the other hand, maintains $a_their composure. $a_They keeps looking at you like you've lost your damn mind when they were the first ones to act as if the wall had something magic on it, though there's an amused glint in $a_their ocean blue eyes.<<else>>You notice out of the corner of your eye Ekissa's eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as $j_they stares at you like you're crazy. Well, you're not the most playful and "funny" person, but you know when to joke around. You're still considering if you should be proud of you or outraged by this kind of reaction.
You'll take it as a compliment.
Athiel, on the other hand, maintains—tries to maintain $a_their composure, but $a_their reaction is as bewildered as Ekissa. You're really starting to get annoyed. You <i>are</i> funny. Why the surprised faces? Serious people are the most funny people in this whole world, and you're not comforting yourself. <</if>>
"Are you done?" Ekissa asks dryly, shoving $j_their hands deeper into $j_their pockets. "I think we got your point."
You turn around with a flourish, gesturing at the wall behind you. "But look at this masterpiece! The way it just... stands there. Menacingly. Perfect for two grown adults to stare at while totally not eavesdropping on someone's phone call."
"I wasn't–" Athiel starts to protest, but Ekissa cuts $j_them off with an eye roll.
"Save it, $m_they already know$m_s."
"The wall told me everything," you stage-whisper, making Ekissa pinch the bridge of $j_their nose while Athiel's composure finally breaks with a quiet chuckle, turning $a_their head to hide it, but you can clearly see the way $a_their shoulders shake.
"Alright, you've made your point," Athiel concedes, running a hand through $a_their blond hair as $a_their gaze finally falls on you with a reluctant smile. "Though I must say, your dramatic performance was quite entertaining."
"Thank you, thank you, my good <<if $genderroa == "man">>sir<<else>>lady<</if>>," you bow with a grin. "I learned from the best," you gesture to the wall. "This wall right here. Such presence, such gravitas."
"That's it, I'm leaving," Ekissa announces with a long-suffering sigh, already heading for the stairs. "And you're coming with me. You need to eat."
You give the wall one last loving pat before following $j_them, Athiel trailing behind as usual. "Goodbye, my bland friend. Keep standing tall and... wall-like."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C22">><</button>>"Already did. Vailyn didn't give me a choice," Ekissa answers with a wave of $j_their hand, stalking forward as $j_they guides you along with $j_them. "C'mon, you gotta eat. I'll reheat the dinner."
"I haven't," Athiel admits quietly, following you both down.
"Don't care," your best friend mutters under $j_their breath, but loud enough for Athiel to hear.
"Pretty sure $m_they didn't ask for your opinion," the blondie drawls, and you can practically hear the eye roll in $a_their voice.
"Pretty sure I don't give a fuck," Ekissa retorts without missing a beat, throwing a glare over $j_their shoulder. "Why are you following us anyway?"
You bite back a sigh, minding your own business until their voices are just white noise.
"$m_They asked if I ate, which means $m_theyre inviting me," Athiel points out with a smirk, knowing full well it'll get on Ekissa's nerves. "Unless you're $m_their bodyguard now?"
Your best friend's jaw clenches, but $j_they doesn't answer. Instead, $j_they quickens $j_their pace, dragging you along while mumbling something about 'annoying blond pricks' and 'can't even have a peaceful dinner with my bestie'.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You hide an amused smile<<else>>You sigh fondly<</if>>, letting yourself be pulled forward. It's kind of entertaining to see them bicker like children… when it's not getting out of hand, that is. Though you have to admit, you're surprised they managed to work together just to eavesdrop on your conversation.
<<if $subtle is 1>>So," you start, trying to ease the tension. "You two really stood there the whole time?"<<else>>"So," you start, glancing at both of them. "You eavesdropped the whole time?"<</if>>
"Not the whole time–" Athiel begins.
"Most of it," Ekissa cuts in, then scowls when $j_they realizes $j_they actually agreed with something Athiel said.
The blond model's smirk widens. "Aw, look at that. We can get along after all."
"Shut up before I make you."
"I'd like to see you try."
You shake your head, knowing this is going to be a long dinner.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C22">><</button>>"Vailyn said they're gonna come back tomorrow to have breakfast together," Ekissa informs you as you three walk down the stairs.
"They already left?" you look up from the floor with a small frown.
"What did you expect them to do?" Athiel smart comment echoes in the house as you reach the kitchen. "Wait for sweet $name to grace us with $m_their presence?"
"You're one to talk, you were too busy looking at yourself in your room," Ekissa snorts with a shake of $j_their head.
"I was just…" Athiel narrows $j_their eyes at Ekissa who's heating up the dinner Vailyn cooked for you. "Waiting for $name. That's why I didn’t eat and was busy distracting myself as much as I could."
<i>Great, now it's your fault.</i> You groan inwardly, not even fazed by Athiel's knack for throwing you under the bus whenever $a_they can anymore.
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"You should've told me; I would've told Vince I had to hang up sooner," you glance at Athiel while taking a seat at the table.
The model waves $a_their hand dismissively but doesn't answer, probably not having any excuses but acting like $a_they was doing you a favor. Typical Athiel.<<else>>"Of course you were waiting for me," you snort, clicking your fingers. "Silly me."
"You're right," Athiel lifts $a_their chin. "Silly you."
You roll your eyes, waving dismissively as you take a seat at the table.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C23">><</button>>As everyone—well, you and Athiel to be exact—serve their plate, Ekissa sitting across from you, and Athiel next to you, your gaze finds <<if $AL >= 10>>Athiel who's doing $a_their best to avoid yours as $a_they takes a bite of $a_their food. The conversation you had earlier is still somewhere in the back of your head. You're glad $a_they decided to eat with you all, but the small part of you is still worried that $a_they might be working $a_themself to the bone.
You don't say anything.
An argument isn't what you need, what you <i>all</i> need. Just this, the random conversations, the calm and comfortable silence, will have to be enough for now. Even if you won't stop telling Athiel to slow down. You'll say it as much as you have to.<<elseif $JL >= 10>>Ekissa who's already observing you with $j_their glass of water between $j_their hand. $j_They seems lost in your eyes, literally. $j_Their gaze is unfocused, $j_their head slightly tilted to the side, $j_their pupils fixed on you with so much focus you wonder if you got something on your face.
You feel… awkward. In a hot way. Like you're some kind of art to look at. At least, the way $j_they looks at you feels just as much.
Your blink is enough to pull $j_them out of $j_their reverie as $j_they furrows $j_their brows slightly before shaking $j_their head—probably to shake away the thoughts $j_they has right now—and takes a sip of $j_their drink.<<else>>your best friend, then the model sitting next to you as your attention finally zeroes in on your plate.<</if>>
This is… strangely peaceful. Having talked to your brother for hours and now eating dinner with both Ekissa and Athiel is more soothing than you thought it'd be. It's not the first time, but tonight… You don't know, Vince's effect, you guess. He has the knack to soothe you just like you have the knack to do the same for him.
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*[[Your attention stays on Athiel as you nudge the model's thigh with yours. "How is it…? Good?"|CP2C24]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your attention stays on Ekissa, a small smile on your lips. "Ate too much?"|CP2C25]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[Your attention falls on your plate before shifting it between Ekissa and Athiel. "That's the most peace I've had from you two."|CP2C26]]
*[[You smile at both, taking a bite of your food and enjoying the silence.|CP2C27]]<<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Athiel's ocean blue eyes flick to yours, a ghost of a smile $a_they's fighting back playing on $a_their lips as $a_they swallows $a_their food.
"Better than I expected," $a_they admits softly, no defensive tone this time, $a_their thigh pressing back against yours in a subtle move. "Vailyn did that, right?"
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Yup, they sure as hell are a better cook than Ekissa," you tease, wiggling your brows at Ekissa who rolls $j_their eyes skyward.
But Athiel doesn't seem to want to include Ekissa, not for now at least. "I'd rather eat your food, though."
$a_They said it so low, you wonder if you imagined it. But you didn't. $a_They wouldn't have blushed this way if you were. That only earns a wide grin from you, pleased with yourself at your little exchange.<<else>>"Yes," you nod simply, keeping your legs against $a_their as you feign interest in your plate.
"I prefer your cooking, though." $a_They murmurs so low you're wondering if you imagined it all.
$a_Their cheeks and neck reddening in a crimson hue are answer enough, earning another nod from you, though the subtle pleased smile on your lips makes $a_their lips tug higher.<</if>>
You notice how $a_their shoulders seem more relaxed than usual, how $a_their usual sharp edges seem softer in the dim kitchen light. Even $a_their usual sarcastic remarks toward Ekissa have mellowed down to occasional jabs rather than full-on attacks.
"Thought models didn't eat carbs," Ekissa comments dryly from across the table while Athiel stabs $a_their fork into $a_their food.
"Thought artists were supposed to be more creative with their insults," Athiel shoots back smoothly, but there's less bite in $a_their words than usual. <<if $AL >= 10>>$a_Their thigh is still pressed against yours, warm and steady and very much not about to move anytime soon.<</if>>
You hide a smile behind your glass, watching as Athiel takes another bite. There's something almost endearing about the way $a_they's actually enjoying the simple meal, no pretense or model facade in sight. Just $a_them, comfortable enough to let $a_their guard down a little. <<if $talktoathielchap2== "yes">>You didn't think $a_they would after the conversation you had earlier.<</if>>
"It's nice," you say softly, meant only for $a_them to hear.
$a_They turns to you, curiosity in $a_their ocean blue eyes, that damn charming mid-length strand of blond hair falling across $a_their face that $a_they pushes delicately behind $a_their ear. "What is?"
"This," you gesture vaguely with your fork. "You. Being here. Eating with us."
A light pink dusts $a_their cheeks, so faint you almost miss it. $a_They clears $a_their throat, pushing some food around $a_their plate.
"Well, someone has to make sure you're eating properly," $a_they murmurs, then adds with a hint of $a_their usual smirk that looks like a grimace on $a_their face slowly turning crimson. "Can't trust the grumpy artist with that responsibility."
"I heard that," Ekissa grumbles.
"You were meant to," Athiel responds, but $a_their attention is still on you, $a_their eyes softening just a fraction when they meet yours.
<<if $AL >= 10>>Your thighs are still pressed together, and neither of you makes a move to break the contact.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C28">><</button>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>>$j_They glances at you, $j_their fingers idly tracing the rim of $j_their water glass. There's something soft in the way $j_their usual sharp gaze mellows when it meets yours, like the edges of $j_their perpetual grumpiness smooth out just a bit. <<if $JL >= 8>> Just for you…<</if>>
"Nah," $j_they snorts, but there's no bite in $j_their tone. "Just watching you eat is enough entertainment for now."
"Oh?" you <<if $playful3 == "yes">>tease<<else>>raise a brow<</if>>, nudging $j_their foot with yours under the table. "And here I thought you were just sulking because Athiel is here."
"I don't sulk," $j_they protests immediately, then catches $j_themself when Athiel snickers. The scowl returns to $j_their face as quickly as it left. "Shut it, blondie."
"Didn't say anything," Athiel raises $a_their hands in mock surrender, but the amusement dancing in $a_their eyes says otherwise.
Ekissa's jaw tightens, but instead of snapping back, $j_they turns $j_their attention to you. $j_Their features soften again, just slightly, just enough for you to notice.
"Your talk with Vince..." $j_they starts, voice lower, meant just for your ears even if Athiel can clearly hear it by sitting literally next to you. "It helped?"
You pause mid-bite, a smile threatening to show. How sweet $j_they can be sometimes without even realizing it. Touched by $j_their words, you allow a soft smile on your lips.
"Yeah," you murmur back, letting your foot rest against $j_their under the table. "It did."
$j_They hums, taking a sip of $j_their water to hide what might've been a smile. "Good."
The moment breaks when Athiel clears $a_their throat, reminding you both of $a_their presence.
"Should I leave you two alone?" $a_they asks, $a_their tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Yes," Ekissa answers immediately.
"Wasn't asking you." The blondie clicks $a_their tongue.
"Then don't ask at all."
You hide your smile behind the hand grabbing your fork with a small shake of your head.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C28">><</button>>"Don't jinx it," Ekissa grumbles, though there's no real bite in $j_their words. $j_They's slouched in $j_their chair, one arm propped on the table while $j_they nurses $j_their drink between $j_their fingers.
Athiel hums noncommittally, taking another bite of $a_their food. The usual sharp edge in $a_their eyes seems softer tonight, less ready to strike at any given moment. Maybe it's the late hour, the fact that $a_they worked $a_themself to the bone or maybe it's the comfortable silence that settled around the table.
"I mean it," you continue, watching them both with mild fascination. "Usually by now, one of you would've thrown something at the other or turned this peace into chaos."
"Night's still young," your best friend points out with a crooked grin, but makes no move to actually do anything.
"Please, I just got these clothes dry cleaned," Athiel drawls, $a_their usual sass lacking its usual heat.
You hide a smile behind your glass, observing how they both fall back into comfortable silence. It's weird seeing them like this—not at each other's throats, not trying to one-up the other with snarky comments. Just... existing in the same space without wanting to murder each other.
The quiet clinking of cutlery fills the air, punctuated by the soft hum of the TV in the background you don't even remember having turned it on. It's... nice. Different, but nice.
"Your brother doing okay?" Ekissa asks suddenly, $j_their voice low as if afraid to break the peaceful atmosphere.
You nod, warmth spreading in your chest at the thought of Vince. "Yeah, he's doing good. Tired, but good."
"The kid should sleep more," Athiel comments offhandedly, surprising both you and Ekissa. When $a_they notices your looks, $a_they shrugs. "What? It's true."
"No one asked for your input," Ekissa retorts automatically, but it lacks the usual venom.
"And yet, here I am, giving it anyway. Lucky you."
You shake your head fondly, letting their mild bickering wash over you. Some things never change completely, you suppose. You can't ask them too much, huh?
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C28">><</button>>"Why are you smiling like an idiot?" comes Athiel's question, followed by a scoff, though $a_their tone is suspiciously fond. Something $a_they notices because $a_they forces $a_themself to glare at $a_their own plate, taking an angry bite of $a_their food.
$a_They won't ruin this weird peaceful moment for you. "Just felt like it. You should try, maybe you two will be less grumpy."
The two of them don't hide their disagreement by rolling their eyes skyward, like twins. You have no doubt they'd hate you if they knew you compared them to twins. Athiel hating you wouldn't be new, though.
"Don't put me in the same bag as $j_them," Athiel wrinkles $a_their nose in disgust. "I'm way better."
Your surprised laugh is muffled by the food in your mouth. <i>Of course, Athiel is way better than everyone anyway</i>.
"In what world," Ekissa snorts derisively.
"How many worlds do you know?" the blondie quips.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You let your head fall backwards in a groan. "Ugh, why do you have to ruin my peace…"
"You ruined it when you opened your mouth," Athiel huffs.
You nudge $a_their leg with yours in a laugh. "You're the one who opened it first."
$a_They parts $a_their lips, ready to protest but realizes you're, in fact, right. With a click of $a_their tongue, $a_they falls silent, eating quietly while Ekissa has a smug smirk touching $j_their lips.<<else>>You release a breath through your nostrils. So much for a peaceful moment…
Athiel snaps $a_their head in your direction with a daring look. "What?"
"Nothing, I guess," you shake your head, focusing back on your plate. "Can't I breathe in my own house?"
$a_They parts $a_their lips with a small frown, and when $a_they notices the hint of a smile on your lips, $a_they clicks $a_their tongue, falling silent as $a_they eats quietly. Ekissa has a smug smirk touching $j_their lips, more than happy to witness the blondie shutting up.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C28">><</button>>"You told him?" Ekissa breaks the silence after a moment, putting down $j_their drink to prop $j_their chin on $j_their palm, $j_their white hair following the movement.<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>Your brows twitch. "Him…?"<<else>>"Oh, yeah, I totally know what you're talking about," you raise your brows to your bestie pointedly.<</if>>
"Vince," $j_they clarifies. "Did you tell him about… El–"
A chair scrapes against the floor when Athiel suddenly stands up, scratching the back of $a_their neck in mounting frustration. "I'm tired. Good night."
<<if $AL >= 10>>Before you can think twice, your hand catches Athiel's wrist.
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*[["Athiel… What's going on?" you murmur softly with a concerned frown.|CP2C28.1]]
*[[You meet the blondie's gaze with a frown. "What is it?"|CP2C28.2]]
*[["You're not finishing your plate?" you blink up at the model, trying to keep the light mood.|CP2C28.3]]
*[["How about you tell what's going on in your head, instead of running away?" you raise your brows expectantly.|CP2C28.4]]<<else>>"What got your panties in a twist?" Ekissa scowls, not liking the sudden change of atmosphere.
Athiel shakes $a_their head, taking $a_their leave. "I'm tired of hearing the same thing again and again."
And like that, $a_their form disappears upstairs under both of your puzzled gazes. "What the–"
"–fuck," your best friend finishes for you, clicking $j_their tongue in annoyance. "What's wrong with $a_them? I just asked a question. Can't even ask a damn question now?"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C29">><</button>><</if>>$a_They stills under your touch, $a_their ocean blue eyes fixed on where your skin meets his. The kitchen light casts shadows across $a_their face, making the sharp angles of $a_their features appear softer. Your thumb unconsciously brushes against $a_their pulse point, feeling it quicken beneath your fingertips.
"Nothing," $a_they mutters, but doesn't pull away. "Like I said, I'm tired."
You can see how $a_their shoulders tense at the mention of $a_their $e_brother's name, how the relaxed atmosphere from moments ago evaporates like morning dew.
$a_Their free hand runs through $a_their blond hair, messing up the carefully styled strands. The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words.
"You don't have to talk about it," you say quietly, giving $a_their wrist a gentle squeeze. "But you don't have to run away either."
$a_Their eyes finally meet yours, and for a split second, something unreadable flash in $a_their eyes, before it's quickly masked. The facade slips back into place like a well-worn mask.
"I'm not," $a_they protests, $a_their voice lacking conviction. $a_Their gaze drops to where you're still holding $a_their wrist, something complicated passing across $a_their features. "Let go."
You notice how hard $a_they swallows when $a_they yanks $a_their hand away from your grasp, $a_their Adam's apple bobbing. The kitchen suddenly feels too small, too intimate, too charged with tension you can't quite name.
"What got your panties in a twist?" Ekissa scowls, not liking the sudden change of atmosphere.
Athiel shakes $a_their head, taking $a_their leave. "I'm tired of hearing the same thing again and again."
And like that, $a_their form disappears upstairs under both of your puzzled gazes. "What the–"
"–fuck," your best friend finishes for you, clicking $j_their tongue in annoyance. "What's wrong with $a_them? I just asked a question. Can't even ask a damn question now?"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C29">><</button>>Ocean blue eyes dart away from yours, $a_their jaw clenching as $a_they tries to pull $a_their wrist from your grip. You can see how $a_their shoulders tense at the mention of $a_their $e_brother's name, how the relaxed atmosphere from moments ago evaporates like morning dew.
"Nothing," $a_they mutters, but $a_their voice lacks its usual sharp edge.
"Athiel," you try.
"Drop it."
Your frown deepens. "Not until you tell me what–"
"I said drop it," $a_they snaps, $a_their fingers twitching at $a_their side as $a_they shoves back that stubborn strand of blond hair.
"Athiel..."
"Let go," $a_they says quietly, but there's no real force behind it.
You notice how $a_they swallows hard when $a_they yanks $a_their hand away from your grasp, $a_their Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. The kitchen suddenly feels too small, too intimate, too charged with tension you can't quite name.
"What got your panties in a twist?" Ekissa scowls, not liking the sudden change of atmosphere. (dta)
Athiel shakes $a_their head, taking $a_their leave. "I'm tired of hearing the same thing again and again."
And like that, $a_their form disappears upstairs under both of your puzzled gazes. "What the–"
"–fuck," your best friend finishes for you, clicking $j_their tongue in annoyance. "What's wrong with $a_them? I just asked a question. Can't even ask a damn question now?"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C29">><</button>>$a_Their ocean blue eyes flicker to $a_their plate, then back to where your fingers are still wrapped around $a_their wrist. The earlier semblance of warmth is gone, replaced by something tense and heavy.
"I'm not hungry anymore," $a_they mutters, but makes no move to pull away from your touch.
"But you said you liked it," you point out, aiming for a teasing tone. Your thumb absently brushes against $a_their pulse point, feeling it jump under your touch.
"I did. I do," $a_they corrects $a_themself, swallowing hard. "Just... lost my appetite."
You notice how $a_their free hand keeps fidgeting with the hem of $a_their shirt, how $a_their eyes keep darting between you and Ekissa like $a_they's waiting for something else to drop.
"Come on, sit back down," you try, giving $a_their wrist a gentle tug. "The food's gonna get cold."
For a moment, $a_they looks like $a_they might actually listen as $a_they gently pulls $a_their hand away from your grasp. $a_Their shoulders drop slightly, and a flicker of something softer passes through $a_their expression. But then—
"What got your panties in a twist?" Ekissa scowls, not liking the sudden change of atmosphere. (dta)
Athiel shakes $a_their head, taking $a_their leave. "I'm tired of hearing the same thing again and again."
And like that, $a_their form disappears upstairs under both of your puzzled gazes. "What the–"
"–fuck," your best friend finishes for you, clicking $j_their tongue in annoyance. "What's wrong with $a_them? I just asked a question. Can't even ask a damn question now?"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C29">><</button>>$a_Their ocean eyes narrow at you, a flash of anger crossing $a_their features. "Running away? That's rich coming from you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" you hiss.
"Nothing," $a_they scoffs, trying to tug $a_their wrist free. "Just let me go."
"No," you say firmly. "Talk to me."
"What if I don't wanna talk to you?" $a_they sneers, but there's something beneath the anger, something raw. "You think you're special or something?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"The hell is your problem?" you snap back, frustration building.<<else>>"What's the problem, Athiel?" you furrow your brows in concern.<</if>>
$a_Their laugh is hollow. "My problem? My problem is everyone tiptoeing around talking about my $e_brother like $a_they's some fucking taboo subject!"
The kitchen falls silent. Even Ekissa stops mid-sip, $j_their eyes widening slightly.
"I'm sick of the whispers, the cut-off sentences," Athiel continues through gritted teeth. "Either talk about $e_them or don't, but stop–" $a_they gestures sharply with $a_their free hand, "–stop doing this half-assed shit."
"What got your panties in a twist?" Ekissa scowls, not liking the sudden change of atmosphere.
Athiel shakes $a_their head, taking $a_their leave. "I'm tired of hearing the same thing again and again."
And like that, $a_their form disappears upstairs under both of your puzzled gazes. "What the–"
"–fuck," your best friend finishes for you, clicking $j_their tongue in annoyance. "What's wrong with $a_them? I just asked a question. Can't even ask a damn question now?"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C29">><</button>><<if $AL >= 10>>Your gaze stays on the stairs, your frown deepening. You look away with a sigh. "I don't know… But the answer is yes, I told Vince."<<else>>Hell if you know. You just shrug, as lost as your friend. "Yeah, I told Vince."<</if>>
Ekissa tears $j_their gaze away from where Athiel left, $j_their attention back on you. "How it went?"
"As good as it could go," you purse your lips in a forced smile. "I proposed he come here for a few days. Now that I have a job, I'll be able to help him again."
"Mh, I bet that kid told you he'll think about it."
Your shoulders drop in defeat. You nod. "Unfortunately."
"Heh, I wonder who he took that from," your best friend teases, $j_their foot nudging yours under the table.
That earns a small, reluctant smile from you. "I wonder that too."
A silence falls over you two as you finish your plate, glancing from time to time to the one next to you, Athiel's plate. At least $a_they didn't leave with an empty stomach, $a_they ate almost everything on $a_their plate.
"$name…?" Ekissa says hesitantly.
You lift your head, watching $j_them stare down at $j_their glass of water as if it personally offended $j_them with that little frown on $j_their face.
You wait for $j_them to continue.
"I stayed longer than I should've," $j_they starts, shrugging half-heartedly. "You got a stable job, Vailyn came back, you're–" $j_they makes air quotes with $j_their fingers. "–‘better,' and you probably need some alone time more than Athiel or I do."
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*[[You frown, not exactly thrilled at what's happening. "Care to explain?"|CP2C30]]
*[[You squint your eyes, trying to understand what Ekissa's trying to say with a bemused smile. "Which mean…?"|CP2C31]]
*[["You wanna leave," you clarify matter-of-factly.|CP2C32]]
*[["Leaving already?" you tease.|CP2C33]]
*[[You smile warmly even if it's a bit sudden. "You're leaving soon…?"|CP2C34]]The words leave your mouth with a hint of confusion, maybe even worry. Does that mean what you think it means?
Ekissa shifts in $j_their seat, $j_their fingers drumming against the table in a familiar nervous pattern. $j_Their eyes finally lift from $j_their glass of water to meet yours, and you can see the internal struggle playing across $j_their features.
"I mean," $j_they starts, then pauses to wet $j_their lips. You can see $j_they's trying to be careful about what $j_they's about to say. "I came here because you needed someone, right? After... everything." The unspoken mention of $namee hangs heavy in the air between you. "And now..."
$j_They gestures vaguely around the house, as if the space itself could explain what $j_they means. You have a wild guess of where this is going, though, do you agree or not? It's not like you have a choice in the matter.
"So you're leaving…" you murmur, processing the sudden news.
You notice how $j_their shoulders seem tenser than usual, how $j_they keeps fidgeting with the sleeve of $j_their shirt—all those little tells that show $j_they's been thinking about this for a while and doesn't want to upset you. It's funny how careful $j_they can be sometimes when all other times, $j_they just spills what $j_they wants and doesn't give a damn if people will like it or not.
"You're doing better," $j_they continues, $j_their voice softer now. "You've got that new job at $namel's corp, Vailyn's back in town to check on you regularly, and..." $j_They trails off, running a hand through $j_their hair. "I just think maybe it's time for me to step back, you know? Give you space to... to fully heal, I guess."
The care in $j_their eyes, the genuine concern, the apprehension, it all shows on $j_their expression, but there's something else there too, a hint of uncertainty, like $j_they's not entirely convinced about $j_their own words.
$j_They's walking on eggshells. At least, that's what $j_they seems to think. It's obvious how unsure $j_they is, how hesitant and worried $j_they might be about being wrong—about whether you actually do need $j_them here for a bit longer.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C35">><</button>>Ekissa lets out a small sigh, running a hand through $j_their white curly hair as $j_they finally meets your gaze. There's something in those eyes of $j_theirs, a mix of determination and what seems like reluctance. $j_They drums $j_their fingers against the table, trying to find the right words.
"It means," $j_they starts, $j_their voice softer than usual. "That I think it's time for me to head back to my place." $j_They gestures vaguely around the house, your shared space for these past months. "I came here because I was worried about you, because you needed someone. But now?"
A gentle smile tugs at $j_their lips. "You're doing better. Way better. You've got that job at the corp that you genuinely seem to enjoy, Vailyn's back from their trip and checks on you regularly..."
$j_They trails off, uncertain. You can't help but notice how Ekissa's shoulders seem to carry a weight you hadn't noticed before, like $j_they's been thinking about this for a while. It's true that it's been a while since Athiel and Ekissa have been living with you.
"Oh, you're leaving?" you clarify with a tilt of your head.
You couldn't expect $j_them or Athiel to live with you forever, so Ekissa telling you $j_they wants to leave isn't something that should surprise you. Both of them have a life outside of here, it makes sense to go back to their places.
"Plus," $j_they adds with that characteristic half-smirk of $j_theirs, though it doesn't quite reach $j_their eyes. "My plants are probably dying without me. Can't let my cacti collection turn into a desert graveyard, y'know?"
$j_They's trying to lighten the mood, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness in $j_their voice that you can't miss. The way $j_they's looking at you now, it's clear $j_they's waiting for your reaction, trying to gauge how you're taking this news. $j_Their fingers haven't stopped their rhythmic tapping on the table, betraying $j_their nervousness despite $j_their attempt at keeping things casual.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C35">><</button>>Ekissa's shoulders tense for a second before they slump down. $j_Their fingers tap nervously against $j_their glass of water, creating a soft rhythmic sound that fills the silence between you two.
"Yeah," $j_they admits quietly, finally lifting $j_their gaze to meet yours. $j_Their usual playful demeanor with you is gone, replaced by something more serious, more solemn. "I think it's time. Don't get me wrong, I loved staying here with you and helping you get back on your feet but..."
$j_They trails off, running a hand through $j_their curly white hair, $j_they's trying to find the right words.
"You wanna leave," you finish for $j_them again, earning a short nod from the grumpy $j_man.
"You've grown stronger. You're not… You're getting on your feet." A small, proud smile tugs at $j_their lips. "You're working again, socializing, hell, you even started going out without needing $namel or Athiel to get you outta here. And Vailyn... well, they're here now. You've got support."
You watch as $j_they absently traces the rim of $j_their glass with $j_their index finger, $j_their eyes distant as if lost in thought. You're aware that $j_they's hesitant simply because $j_they's not sure if what $j_they's saying is true. If you're really alright. If leaving your place will help you.
"Yeah… Vailyn does help me too," you nod slowly.
"Besides," Ekissa continues with a hint of $j_their usual teasing tone, though it doesn't quite reach $j_their eyes. "I'm pretty sure my plants back home have either evolved into sentient beings or died of neglect by now."
The attempt at humor falls a bit flat, hanging awkwardly in the air between you. Ekissa seems to sense it too, $j_their smile faltering slightly.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C35">><</button>>Maybe it's the way $j_their words caught you off guard, or maybe it's just the way $j_they's avoiding your eyes, focused on that poor glass of water that seems to be the center of $j_their attention right now.
$j_Their fingers stop fidgeting with the glass, and a small smile tugs at the corner of $j_their lips as $j_they finally looks up at you. The kitchen's soft lighting catches in $j_their dark eyes, and for a moment, you're reminded of all those late-night conversations you've shared in this very spot.
"Yeah," $j_they breathes out, $j_their smile turning a bit sheepish. "I mean, I've been crashing here for what? Two, three months now?" $j_They lets out a quiet laugh, running a hand through $j_their hair. "Pretty sure that's way past the acceptable 'friend staying over' timeline."
You lean back in your chair, crossing your arms with an exaggerated sigh. "And here I thought we had a good thing going. Athiel cook, I eat, you complain about $j_their cooking skills..."
That gets a genuine chuckle out of $j_them, and some of the tension in $j_their shoulders eases. "Don't forget the part where I steal all your hot water in the morning."
"Oh, how could I forget?" you huff. "I swear, you take as long as Athiel sometimes."
"Hey, perfection takes time," $j_they defends $j_themself with a grin, but then $j_their expression softens. "But seriously, $name... I think it's time, you know? You're doing better, and I..." $j_they trails off, gesturing vaguely. "I should probably start adulting in my own space again."
The playful atmosphere shifts into something more gentle, more sincere. You can see it in the way $j_they's looking at you now—a mix of fondness and something that looks a lot like pride.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C35">><</button>>Ekissa's gaze flickers to meet yours before returning to $j_their glass, $j_their shoulders slumping slightly. A soft exhale escapes $j_them as $j_they nods, $j_their fingers idly tracing the rim of $j_their glass.
"Yeah," $j_they admits quietly. "I think... it's time. I've been here for what, almost three months now? More? Less?" $j_They lets out a small chuckle, but it doesn't quite reach $j_their eyes. "My apartment's probably collected enough dust to make a small mountain."
You lean back in your chair, keeping that warm smile on your face despite the slight twinge in your chest. It was bound to happen eventually, Ekissa has $j_their own life to get back to, after all.
"I see," you say softly. "You've already done so much, staying here all this time..."
Your voice trails off as you remember all the late-night talks, the comfort $j_they provided, the way $j_they'd make sure you ate properly.
Ekissa finally looks up at you, $j_their expression softening.
"Heh, don't worry about that," $j_they says, waving $j_their hand dismissively. "You're family, $name. I wanted to be here." $j_They pauses, the corner of $j_their lips quirking up. "And I never ate healthier and good than here."
You can't help but laugh at that, the sound breaking through the somewhat heavy atmosphere. "Oh, so <i>that</i>'s why you stayed so long? For the food?"
"Caught me," $j_they grins, but then $j_their expression turns more serious. "But really, you're doing better. And with Vailyn back..." $j_They shrugs, looking more certain now. "It feels like the right time."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C35">><</button>>"And... when are you leaving…?"
"I was thinking of leaving next week," $j_they says finally, $j_their voice soft but firm. "Give us both some time to... you know, adjust to the idea."
The words settle between you like gentle snowfall, each syllable carrying the weight of an ending, or perhaps, a new beginning. The house suddenly feels different, as if the very air is already preparing for $j_their absence.
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*[[But you don't want your best friend to leave… "Do you have to leave?"|CP2C36]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[But you don't want your best friend to leave… "Do you have to leave?"|CP2C37]]
*[[You nod reluctantly, Ekissa has a life too, you can't just force your bestie to stay just because you want to. "Alright, if you're sure?"|CP2C38]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You nod reluctantly, Ekissa has a life too, you can't just force your bestie to stay just because you want to. "Alright, if you're sure?"|CP2C39]]
*[[You nod, you understand. "Of course, thanks for being here for me."|CP2C40]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You nod, you understand. "Of course, thanks for being here for me."|CP2C41]]<<set $JL to $JL + 1>><<set $ekileavec2 to "don't want to">>Ekissa lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through $j_their hair. A frown creases your brow as your gaze flits between $j_their eyes. You don't want $j_them to leave just yet; it feels too soon. You know $j_they has better things to do than nurse $j_their grieving best friend, and you're aware that you're acting a bit childish.
You just can't help it. (dta)
"Don't give me that look," $j_they grumbles, though there's a hint of fondness buried beneath $j_their gruff exterior. "You know I can't stay here forever babysitting your ass."
<<if $JL >= 10>>You bite your lower lip, knowing $j_they's right but still feeling that stubborn resistance in your chest.
"I know, I just..." you trail off, struggling to put your feelings into words.
"Just what?" $j_they cuts in, raising an eyebrow.
"It won't be the same without you…"
"Look, you're not the same person you were weeks ago. You actually remember to eat without me nagging you, and you've got Vailyn hovering around like a mother hen. What more do you want?"
$j_They says that but gets up from $j_their chair to take Athiel's seat right next to you, facing you directly. $j_They grips your knee, moving it gently to grab your attention. "And don't think I'm moving to Antarctica or something. I'm just going back to my apartment, which is, what, twenty minutes away?"
"Too far," you mutter under your breath, scrunching your nose.
Ekissa raises $j_their eyebrows in amusement, squeezing your knee lightly. "Hey, I'm not leaving forever. You can call me anytime. I can come hang out with you and all that."
"Not the same," you reply, though $j_their touch and the softness in $j_their voice makes you relax a little.
"I know," $j_they murmurs.
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*[["I'll miss you," you whisper, covering your best friend's hand with yours.|CP2C36.1]]
*[["No you don't," you sulk.|CP2C36.2]]
*[["You better answer when I'll call you," you warn, though there's no real threat.|CP2C36.3]]
*[["Alright, alright," you sigh, accepting reluctantly. A small smirk tugs at your lips as you add, "at least you'll spare me your cooking."|CP2C36.4]]<<else>>"I know, I just..." you trail off.
"Just what?" $j_they cuts in, raising an eyebrow. "Look, you're not the same person you were weeks ago. You actually remember to eat without me nagging you, and you've got Vailyn hovering around like a mother hen. What more do you want?"
$j_They says that but still gets up from $j_their chair to take Athiel's chair right next to you, facing you. $j_They nudges your leg with $j_theirs, tone softening. "And don't think I'm moving to Antarctica or something. I'm literally going back to my apartment, which is, what, twenty minutes away?"
"Too far," you mutter under your breath, scrunching your nose.
Ekissa lifts $j_their eyebrows in amusement. "Oh c'mon, don't make that face. You look like I'm gonna leave for another country."
A reluctant smile touches your lips as you nudge $j_them back. "It's just… so sudden."
"I know," $j_they murmurs.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C36.5">><</button>><</if>><<set $ekileavec2 to "don't want to">>Ekissa lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through $j_their hair. A frown creases your brow as your gaze flits between $j_their eyes. You don't want $j_them to leave just yet; it feels too soon. You know $j_they has better things to do than nurse $j_their grieving best friend, and you're aware that you're acting a bit childish.
You just can't help it.
"Don't give me that look," $j_they grumbles, though there's a hint of fondness buried beneath $j_their gruff exterior. "You know I can't stay here forever babysitting your ass."
<<if $JL >= 10>>You bite your lower lip, knowing $j_they's right but still feeling that stubborn resistance in your chest.
"I know, I just..." you trail off, struggling to put your feelings into words.
"Just what?" $j_they cuts in, raising an eyebrow.
"It won't be the same without you…"
"Look, you're not the same person you were weeks ago. You actually remember to eat without me nagging you, and you've got Vailyn hovering around like a mother hen. What more do you want?"
$j_They says that but gets up from $j_their chair to take Athiel's seat right next to you, facing you directly. $j_They grips your knee, moving it gently to grab your attention. "And don't think I'm moving to Antarctica or something. I'm just going back to my apartment, which is, what, twenty minutes away?"
"Too far," you mutter under your breath, scrunching your nose.
Ekissa raises $j_their eyebrows in amusement, squeezing your knee lightly. "Hey, I'm not leaving forever. You can call me anytime. I can come hang out with you and all that."
"Not the same," you reply, though $j_their touch and the softness in $j_their voice makes you relax a little.
"I know," $j_they murmurs.
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*[["I'll miss you," you whisper, covering your best friend's hand with yours.|CP2C36.1]]
*[["No you don't," you sulk.|CP2C36.2]]
*[["You better answer when I'll call you," you warn, though there's no real threat.|CP2C36.3]]
*[["Alright, alright," you sigh, accepting reluctantly. A small smirk tugs at your lips as you add, "at least you'll spare me your cooking."|CP2C36.4]]<<else>>"I know, I just..." you trail off.
"Just what?" $j_they cuts in, raising an eyebrow. "Look, you're not the same person you were weeks ago. You actually remember to eat without me nagging you, and you've got Vailyn hovering around like a mother hen. What more do you want?"
$j_They says that but still gets up from $j_their chair to take Athiel's chair right next to you, facing you. $j_They nudges your leg with $j_theirs, tone softening. "And don't think I'm moving to Antarctica or something. I'm literally going back to my apartment, which is, what, twenty minutes away?"
"Too far," you mutter under your breath, scrunching your nose.
Ekissa lifts $j_their eyebrows in amusement. "Oh c'mon, don't make that face. You look like I'm gonna leave for another country."
A reluctant smile touches your lips as you nudge $j_them back. "It's just… so sudden."
"I know," $j_they murmurs.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C36.5">><</button>><</if>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>><<set $ekileavec2 to "accept reluctantly">>Ekissa studies your face for a moment, probably catching the slight hesitation in your voice. <<if $JL >= 10>>$j_They reaches across the table to gently squeeze your hand, $j_their touch reassuring.<<else>>$j_They sighs fondly, patting your hand on the flat surface.<</if>>
"Hey, it's not like I'm moving to another country," $j_they says with a soft laugh. "I'm just going back to my apartment. You can still call me whenever you want; you know, that right?"
"Yeah, I know," you say, managing a small smile. "It's just... it's been nice having you around."
$j_Their expression softens, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of vulnerability in $j_their eyes.
"It's been nice being around too. But..." $j_they trails off<<if $JL >= 10>>, squeezing your hand one more time before letting go<</if>>. "You're stronger than you think, $name. And I'll still be just a phone call away if you need anything."
You feel a warmth spread through your chest at $j_their words. Maybe $j_they's right, maybe you are stronger than you think. These past months have been tough, but you've made it through, and having Ekissa by your side definitely helped with that.
<<if $JL >= 10>>You turn your palm up to take $j_their hand with a soft exhale, offering a short nod. "Okay…"
Your gaze is fixed on your hands, fingers twitching to thread through $j_theirs, to ask $j_them to stay longer than just another week.
You don't.
You won't force $j_them, but you have to admit that living with $j_them, having $j_them around to cheer you up in $j_their own way helped. You didn't realize how much it helped until $j_they told you $j_they's leaving soon. What if $j_they leave and you become a mess? What if $j_they leaves but you end up calling $j_them every day until $j_they become fed up with you?
"You'll be alright," $j_they reassures you as $j_they rubs soothing circles against your skin with $j_their thumb.
You'll have to trust $j_them on that.
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*[["I'll miss you," you whisper.|CP2C38.1]]
*[["You better answer when I'll call you," you warn, though there's no real threat.|CP2C38.2]]
*[["Alright, alright," you sigh, accepting reluctantly. A small smirk tugs at your lips as you add, "At least you'll spare me your cooking."|CP2C38.3]]<<else>> You absently play with the rings decorating $j_their fingers, not wanting to push $j_them to stay but struggling to accept $j_their departure so soon. "This one is new…"
"You'll be alright, $name," $j_they reassures you, fully aware of the thoughts swirling in your mind without needing you to explain. "Promise."
A reluctant smile finds its way to your lips, unable to contradict $j_them. "If you say so…"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>><</if>><<set $ekileavec2 to "accept reluctantly">>Ekissa studies your face for a moment, probably catching the slight hesitation in your voice. <<if $JL >= 10>>$j_They reaches across the table to gently squeeze your hand, $j_their touch reassuring.<<else>>$j_They sighs fondly, patting your hand on the flat surface.<</if>>
"Hey, it's not like I'm moving to another country," $j_they says with a soft laugh. "I'm just going back to my apartment. You can still call me whenever you want; you know, that right?"
"Yeah, I know," you say, managing a small smile. "It's just... it's been nice having you around."
$j_Their expression softens, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of vulnerability in $j_their eyes.
"It's been nice being around too. But..." $j_they trails off<<if $JL >= 10>>, squeezing your hand one more time before letting go<</if>>. "You're stronger than you think, $name. And I'll still be just a phone call away if you need anything."
You feel a warmth spread through your chest at $j_their words. Maybe $j_they's right, maybe you are stronger than you think. These past months have been tough, but you've made it through, and having Ekissa by your side definitely helped with that.
<<if $JL >= 10>>You turn your palm up to take $j_their hand with a soft exhale, offering a short nod. "Okay…"
Your gaze is fixed on your hands, fingers twitching to thread through $j_theirs, to ask $j_them to stay longer than just another week.
You don't.
You won't force $j_them, but you have to admit that living with $j_them, having $j_them around to cheer you up in $j_their own way helped. You didn't realize how much it helped until $j_they told you $j_they's leaving soon. What if $j_they leave and you become a mess? What if $j_they leaves but you end up calling $j_them every day until $j_they become fed up with you?
"You'll be alright," $j_they reassures you as $j_they rubs soothing circles against your skin with $j_their thumb.
You'll have to trust $j_them on that.
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*[["I'll miss you," you whisper.|CP2C38.1]]
*[["You better answer when I'll call you," you warn, though there's no real threat.|CP2C38.2]]
*[["Alright, alright," you sigh, accepting reluctantly. A small smirk tugs at your lips as you add, "At least you'll spare me your cooking."|CP2C38.3]]<<else>> You absently play with the rings decorating $j_their fingers, not wanting to push $j_them to stay but struggling to accept $j_their departure so soon. "This one is new…"
"You'll be alright, $name," $j_they reassures you, fully aware of the thoughts swirling in your mind without needing you to explain. "Promise."
A reluctant smile finds its way to your lips, unable to contradict $j_them. "If you say so…"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>><</if>><<set $JL to $JL + 1>><<set $ekileavec2 to "accept">>Ekissa's eyes soften at your words, a gentle smile tugging at $j_their lips. $j_They leans forward slightly, resting $j_their elbows on the table. The apprehension seems to leave $j_their body as $j_they starts to relax at your understanding.
"You don't have to thank me," $j_they says quietly. "That's what friends are for, right? Being there for each other."
<<if $JL >= 10>>Friends. Right. Your smile remains unwavering, but that simple word stirs something within you. You're not hurt, not upset or angry, but you won't lie: you're starting to see something else, something more than what a best friend should be. You don't even know if you want to admit it to yourself.<</if>>
$j_They pauses, $j_their expression turning a bit more serious. "Besides, you've done the same for me before. Remember that time when I was going through that messy breakup?"
It's so rare for $j_them to date people that you almost forgot about it<<if $JL >= 10>>—a thing you shouldn't overlook. You have to remind yourself that Ekissa does see other people. Maybe not seriously, maybe just for fun. Either way, you need to keep in mind that the type of connection you feel? It's just on your end<</if>>.
You can't help but smile at the memory<<if $JL >= 10>>, your smile a bit strained<</if>>. "Yeah, and you practically lived on my couch for three weeks straight."
"Exactly," $j_they chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. "We look out for each other. Always have, always will."
The sentiment makes your heart feel full. It's true, your friendship with Ekissa has always been about being there for each other, through good times and bad. This time was no different. <<if $JL >= 10>>That thought is both heartwarming and bittersweet. This moment, like all the others to come, won't be any different, will it?<</if>>
"So, next week?" you ask, keeping your voice light.
$j_They drums $j_their fingers on the table, thinking. "Mh, that way I can sort through everything and make sure I haven't scattered my stuff all over your house."
"Bold of you to assume you haven't already," you <<if $playful3 == "yes">>tease<<else>>huff<</if>>, making $j_them laugh.
"Fair point," $j_they grins, then $j_their expression softens again. "But seriously, $name, I'm just a phone call away if you need anything. That's not changing."
You nod, grateful for the reassurance.
<<if $JL >= 10>>
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*[["I'll miss you," you whisper.|CP2C40.1]]
*[["You better answer when I'll call you," you warn, though there's no real threat.|CP2C40.2]]
*[["Alright, alright," you sigh, accepting reluctantly. A small smirk tugs at your lips as you add, "At least you'll spare me your cooking."|CP2C40.3]]<<else>><<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>><</if>><<set $ekileavec2 to "accept">>Ekissa's eyes soften at your words, a gentle smile tugging at $j_their lips. $j_They leans forward slightly, resting $j_their elbows on the table. The apprehension seems to leave $j_their body as $j_they starts to relax at your understanding.
"You don't have to thank me," $j_they says quietly. "That's what friends are for, right? Being there for each other."
<<if $JL >= 10>>Friends. Right. Your smile remains unwavering, but that simple word stirs something within you. You're not hurt, not upset or angry, but you won't lie: you're starting to see something else, something more than what a best friend should be. You don't even know if you want to admit it to yourself.<</if>>
$j_They pauses, $j_their expression turning a bit more serious. "Besides, you've done the same for me before. Remember that time when I was going through that messy breakup?"
It's so rare for $j_them to date people that you almost forgot about it<<if $JL >= 10>>—a thing you shouldn't overlook. You have to remind yourself that Ekissa does see other people. Maybe not seriously, maybe just for fun. Either way, you need to keep in mind that the type of connection you feel? It's just on your end<</if>>.
You can't help but smile at the memory<<if $JL >= 10>>, your smile a bit strained<</if>>. "Yeah, and you practically lived on my couch for three weeks straight."
"Exactly," $j_they chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. "We look out for each other. Always have, always will."
The sentiment makes your heart feel full. It's true, your friendship with Ekissa has always been about being there for each other, through good times and bad. This time was no different. <<if $JL >= 10>>That thought is both heartwarming and bittersweet. This moment, like all the others to come, won't be any different, will it?<</if>>
"So, next week?" you ask, keeping your voice light.
$j_They drums $j_their fingers on the table, thinking. "Mh, that way I can sort through everything and make sure I haven't scattered my stuff all over your house."
"Bold of you to assume you haven't already," you <<if $playful3 == "yes">>tease<<else>>huff<</if>>, making $j_them laugh.
"Fair point," $j_they grins, then $j_their expression softens again. "But seriously, $name, I'm just a phone call away if you need anything. That's not changing."
You nod, grateful for the reassurance.
<<if $JL >= 10>>
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*[["I'll miss you," you whisper.|CP2C40.1]]
*[["You better answer when I'll call you," you warn, though there's no real threat.|CP2C40.2]]
*[["Alright, alright," you sigh, accepting reluctantly. A small smirk tugs at your lips as you add, "At least you'll spare me your cooking."|CP2C40.3]]<<else>><<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>><</if>>Your fingers tremble slightly and you're not gonna lie, it's not from sadness but from… vulnerability? Having $j_them so close, $j_their hand under yours without $j_them pulling away is… something.
But it shouldn't make you feel like this, you've always been close when it's just the two of you but these past weeks is different, it <i>feels</i> different, at least on your end.
You try to ignore the way your heart skips at the simple contact.
Ekissa's expression softens as $j_they looks at you. $j_They turns $j_their hand under yours, interlacing your fingers together in a gentle squeeze that makes your breath catch. For a moment, you're struck by how natural it feels, how perfectly your hand fits in $j_theirs.
<i>Cheesy</i>, you chide yourself, focusing back on track.
"Hey," $j_they says, $j_their voice gentle. "Don't get all emotional on me now."
But despite $j_their words, $j_they doesn't pull away. Instead, $j_their thumb traces small circles on your skin, sending tingles up your arm. You try to memorize this feeling, knowing these moments will become rarer once $j_they moves back to $j_their place.
"I can't help it," you admit, giving $j_them a smile. "You've been here through... everything."
$j_They shifts closer, $j_their knee bumping against yours. "Yeah, well, couldn't leave my bestie on $m_their own."
$j_Their attempt at lightness doesn't quite mask the concern in $j_their eyes.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C36.5">><</button>>The warmth of $j_their hand on your knee feels like it's burning through your pants, making your heart do that stupid little flip it always does around $j_them these past weeks.
Ekissa lets out a laugh, deep and rich, the kind that makes your stomach twist with feelings you try desperately to ignore.
"Oh? And what exactly don't I know?" $j_they asks, the amusement clear in $j_their voice.
<i>More than you think…</i>
$j_Their thumb absently traces small circles on your knee, probably not even realizing $j_they's doing it. You chance a glance at $j_them, immediately regretting it when you see that infuriatingly gorgeous smirk on $j_their face.
"You don't know how it feels to be left behind," you mutter, hating how vulnerable you sound.
"Left behind?" $j_they repeats, and suddenly $j_their other hand is on your chin, turning your face back toward $j_them. $j_Their dark eyes search yours, all traces of teasing gone. "Hey, I'm not leaving you behind. I'm just giving you space to breathe."
You want to lean into $j_their touch, but you resist. Instead, you scrunch up your nose at $j_them, trying to maintain your sulky facade even as your heart races at $j_their proximity. "I don't need space to breathe. I need my best friend."
$j_Their expression softens, and for a moment, something flickers in $j_their eyes that you can't quite read. $j_They drops $j_their hand from your chin, but the one on your knee stays put.
"And you have me. Always will." $j_They leans back in $j_their chair, that familiar crooked smile returning. "You're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
The way $j_they says it, so casual yet so sincere, makes your chest ache. Sometimes you wish $j_they wasn't so... $j_them. It would make these growing feelings so much easier to deal with.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C36.5">><</button>>Your heart clenches at the thought of not having $j_them around constantly, but you try to mask it with a light tone. Ekissa's lips twitch into that familiar half-smile that never fails to make your stomach flutter.
"Or what?" $j_they challenges, $j_their hand still resting warm and steady on your knee. "You gonna come banging at my door at 3 AM?"
"Maybe I will," you retort, trying to ignore how your skin tingles where $j_they's touching you. "I know where you live, after all."
$j_They chuckles, the sound deep and rich, sending a shiver down your spine. "Stalker much?"
$j_Their thumb absently traces small circles on your knee, probably without $j_them even realizing it. It's these unconscious gestures that make it harder to keep your growing feelings in check.
"Hey, you're the one who gave me your address," you remind $j_them, your voice softer than intended.
"Hey," $j_they catches your attention as $j_they leans back in $j_their chair, that familiar crooked smile returning. "I promise you'll be fine. And you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
The way $j_they says it, so casual yet so sincere, makes your chest ache. Sometimes you wish $j_they wasn't so... $j_them. It would make these growing feelings so much easier to deal with.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C36.5">><</button>>Ekissa's eyes narrow, but the way $j_their lips twitch betrays $j_their amusement. "Oh? Is that how it is?" $j_Their fingers drum against your knee, sending little sparks through your body that you try desperately to ignore. "Need I remind you who's been keeping you fed these past weeks?"
"Keeping me fed doesn't mean the food was good," you tease, watching as $j_their face scrunches up in mock offense. Your heart does a little flip at how adorable $j_they looks when $j_they's pretending to be insulted.
"You ungrateful brat," $j_they scoffs, but $j_their thumb absently traces circles on your knee. "I slaved away in that kitchen–"
"Is that what we're calling burning toast now?"
$j_Their eyes flash with mischief, and before you can react, $j_they's pinching your side. You yelp, jerking away from $j_their touch while trying to hold back your laughter. "Take that back!"
"Never!" you declare, batting $j_their hand away. "I still have trauma from that curry you made last time."
"It wasn't that bad!"
"It was horrible!"
Your laughter dies down, and you find yourself staring at $j_them, memorizing the way $j_their white hair falls over $j_their eyes, how $j_their dark skin seems to glow under the light of your kitchen. It's going to be strange not having $j_them around all the time.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C36.5">><</button>>"Promise you'll still come around?"
"As if you could get rid of me that easily." $j_They smirks, flicking between your brows. "Now stop with the puppy eyes, it's annoying."
<<if $JL >= 10>>The familiar gesture makes your heart ache with affection, but you push it down like you always do. It's better this way. Better to have $j_them as your best friend than risk losing $j_them completely. And you're not sure if it's a good idea after what happ— You shake your head to chase away those thoughts.
Still, you can't help but wonder if you're imagining the lingering look $j_they gives you before turning away, or if it's just another moment you'll add to your collection of maybes and what-ifs.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>>Your fingers tremble slightly and you're not gonna lie, it's not from sadness but from… vulnerability? Having $j_them so close, $j_their hand under yours without $j_them pulling away is… something.
But it shouldn't make you feel like this, you've always been close when it's just the two of you but these past weeks is different, it <i>feels</i> different, at least on your end.
You try to ignore the way your heart skips at the simple contact.
Ekissa's expression softens as $j_they looks at you, interlacing your fingers together in a gentle squeeze that makes your breath catch. For a moment, you're struck by how natural it feels, how perfectly your hand fits in $j_theirs.
<i>Cheesy</i>, you chide yourself, focusing back on track.
"Hey," $j_they says, $j_their voice gentle. "Don't get all emotional on me now."
But despite $j_their words, $j_they doesn't pull away.
"I can't help it," you admit, giving $j_them a smile. "You've been here through... everything."
"Yeah, well, couldn't leave my bestie on $m_their own."
$j_Their attempt at lightness doesn't quite mask the concern in $j_their eyes, but your thumb stroking $j_their skin seems to reassure $j_them.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>>Your heart clenches at the thought of not having $j_them around constantly, but you try to mask it with a light tone. Ekissa's lips twitch into that familiar half-smile that never fails to make your stomach flutter.
"Or what?" $j_they challenges, $j_their hand still resting warm and steady on yours. "You gonna come banging at my door at 3 AM?"
"Maybe I will," you retort, trying to ignore how your skin tingles where $j_they's touching you. "I know where you live, after all."
$j_They chuckles, the sound deep and rich, sending a shiver down your spine. "Stalker much?"
"Hey, you're the one who gave me your address," you remind $j_them, your voice softer than intended.
"$name," $j_they catches your attention as $j_they leans back in $j_their chair, that familiar crooked smile returning. "I promise you'll be fine. And you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
The way $j_they says it, so casual yet so sincere, makes your chest ache. Sometimes you wish $j_they wasn't so... $j_them. It would make these growing feelings so much easier to deal with.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>>Ekissa's eyes narrow, but the way $j_their lips twitch betrays $j_their amusement. "Oh? Is that how it is? Need I remind you who's been keeping you fed these past weeks?"
"Keeping me fed doesn't mean the food was good," you tease, watching as $j_their face scrunches up in mock offense. Your heart does a little flip at how adorable $j_they looks when $j_they's pretending to be insulted.
"You ungrateful brat," $j_they scoffs, but $j_their thumb absently traces circles on your skin. "I slaved away in that kitchen–"
"Is that what we're calling burning toast now?"
$j_Their eyes flash with mischief, and before you can react, $j_they's getting up, circling the table to come pinch your side. You yelp, jerking away from $j_their touch while trying to hold back your laughter. "Take that back!"
"Never!" you declare, batting $j_their hand away. "I still have trauma from that curry you made last time."
"It wasn't that bad!"
"It was horrible!"
Your laughter dies down, and you find yourself staring at $j_them, memorizing the way $j_their white hair falls over $j_their eyes, how $j_their dark skin seems to glow under the light of your kitchen. It's going to be strange not having $j_them around all the time.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>>Your fingers tremble slightly and you're not gonna lie, it's not from sadness but from… vulnerability? Having $j_them so close, $j_their hand under yours without $j_them pulling away is… something.
But it shouldn't make you feel like this, you've always been close when it's just the two of you but these past weeks is different, it <i>feels</i> different, at least on your end.
You try to ignore the way your heart skips at the simple contact.
Ekissa's expression softens as $j_they looks at you, interlacing your fingers together in a gentle squeeze that makes your breath catch. For a moment, you're struck by how natural it feels, how perfectly your hand fits in $j_theirs.
<i>Cheesy</i>, you chide yourself, focusing back on track.
"Hey," $j_they says, $j_their voice gentle. "Don't get all emotional on me now."
But despite $j_their words, $j_they doesn't pull away.
"I can't help it," you admit, giving $j_them a smile. "You've been here through... everything."
"Yeah, well, couldn't leave my bestie on $m_their own."
$j_Their attempt at lightness doesn't quite mask the concern in $j_their eyes, but your thumb stroking $j_their skin seems to reassure $j_them.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>>Your heart clenches at the thought of not having $j_them around constantly, but you try to mask it with a light tone. Ekissa's lips twitch into that familiar half-smile that never fails to make your stomach flutter.
"Or what?" $j_they challenges, $j_their hand still resting warm and steady on yours. "You gonna come banging at my door at 3 AM?"
"Maybe I will," you retort, trying to ignore how your skin tingles where $j_they's touching you. "I know where you live, after all."
$j_They chuckles, the sound deep and rich, sending a shiver down your spine. "Stalker much?"
"Hey, you're the one who gave me your address," you remind $j_them, your voice softer than intended.
"Hey," $j_they catches your attention as $j_they leans back in $j_their chair, that familiar crooked smile returning. "I promise you'll be fine. And you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
The way $j_they says it, so casual yet so sincere, makes your chest ache. Sometimes you wish $j_they wasn't so... $j_them. It would make these growing feelings so much easier to deal with.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>>Ekissa's eyes narrow, but the way $j_their lips twitch betrays $j_their amusement. "Oh? Is that how it is? Need I remind you who's been keeping you fed these past weeks?"
"Keeping me fed doesn't mean the food was good," you tease, watching as $j_their face scrunches up in mock offense. Your heart does a little flip at how adorable $j_they looks when $j_they's pretending to be insulted.
"You ungrateful brat," $j_they scoffs, but $j_their thumb absently traces circles on your skin. "I slaved away in that kitchen-"
"Is that what we're calling burning toast now?"
$j_Their eyes flash with mischief, and before you can react, $j_they's getting up, circling the table to come pinch your side. You yelp, jerking away from $j_their touch while trying to hold back your laughter. "Take that back!"
"Never!" you declare, batting $j_their hand away. "I still have trauma from that curry you made last time."
"It wasn't that bad!"
"It was horrible!"
Your laughter dies down, and you find yourself staring at $j_them, memorizing the way $j_their white hair falls over $j_their eyes, how $j_their dark skin seems to glow under the light of your kitchen. It's going to be strange not having $j_them around all the time.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C42">><</button>><b>11:11
Oakwood Plaza Street – Oakwood Shopping Center</b>
Your chaotic misfit group was back, and the Sunday was far from finished. To be completely frank, you were the one who started all this. You proposed doing something for Ekissa's departure, and when Athiel declared $a_they'd leave too, it caught you off guard. You then suggested having dinner for their farewells.
They both refused—one saying you didn't need to do that, the other huffing that your dinner wouldn't be fancy enough. Then, things spiraled from there.
You just didn't expect it to end this way, with Athiel walking next to $namet in $a_their backless, well-fitted light pastel pink shirt tucked into high-waisted trousers. Something so… Athiel. $a_They keeps a deliberate distance between $a_themself and Ekissa, leaving you or $namet as $a_their only options. With Ekissa walking right beside you, that leaves $namet as $a_their sole choice.
The stoic $t_man next to Athiel has traded $t_their professional look for something more casual: a brown sweater with the front tucked under $t_their black jeans, the dark brown belt standing out against the fabric. $t_They walks calmly, scanning the surroundings with $t_their usual emotionless expression. You can't even tell if $t_they's listening to Athiel as $a_they complains, seemingly unfazed by the chatter.
And then there's $namel, wearing a white blouse with black stripes, open just enough to reveal $l_their assets, prompting onlookers to glance over their shoulders as $l_they and Athiel walk by. $l_Their fitted black trousers match $l_their belt, accentuating $l_their form. The older $l_man keeps a significant distance from you, practically two meters behind.
Well, as $l_they said, $l_they'd give you some space. You didn't realize $l_they meant it so literally. This distance feels excessive for a casual outing with your group. Still, you let $l_them do $l_their thing, not wanting to hear another apology like a broken record.
Finally, there's your bestie walking by your side, wearing a black tank top that rides up as you walk, $j_their baggy jeans hanging low on $j_their hips and a large denim jacket draped over $j_their toned dark-brown arms.
$j_They's talking animatedly, but the noise of the crowd makes it hard to catch half of what $j_they's saying. You gave up trying to follow along minutes ago, only nodding in agreement to whatever $j_they's trying to explain.
Now that you look at your little group, you have to admit you're surrounded by gorgeous people—one of them is literally a model, after all. You can't help but wonder if you should feel lucky or uncomfortable being the only one who isn't rich or considered "hot."
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>Well, you <i>are</i> gorgeous, just maybe not on the same level as Athiel. The bonus for you is that you're not just hot; you're also charming. Isn't that great?<<else>>But honestly, you don't give a fuck. You're pretty gorgeous too, and if anyone says otherwise? They can kiss your ass.<</if>>
<<if $likecrowds == "no">>You feel Ekissa elbow you when $j_they notices you're not really listening. With an exasperated sigh, $j_they cocks a brow.
"Mh?"
"With the crowd," $j_they adds, nodding sharply toward the throng of people and glaring at them as if they were bothering you just by existing. "You good?"
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Oh yes, I'm having fun with so many people around," you drawl, inhaling deeply and sighing dreamily with your eyes closed. "I love it—the people, their sweat, their strong perfume and cologne that could give anyone a headache, the crowded space, the cries of the kids who didn't get what they wanted. Mmmh, yeah, I'm ecstatic."
Ekissa throws you a deadpan look, $j_their eye twitching in annoyance. "Are you done?"
"I don't know, am I?" you shoot back, opening your eyes with a smirk.
You wince slightly when $j_they punches your arm.
"How violent," you shake your head in false disagreement. "Is this how you treat your bestie?"
"Smartass," $j_they mutters under $j_their breath. "Why am I even getting worried for you?"
You pat $j_their shoulder gently with a small laugh. "I'll be fine; we just gotta make sure to hurry these asses."
"You sure?" $j_they frowns, scrutinizing you for a moment. When you nod, $j_they dips $j_their head in acknowledgment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes">>You smile at $j_their consideration and nod. "I think."
"Wanna get out for a bit?"
You shake your head, nudging $j_their shoulder with yours. "I'm good, Eki'."
$j_Their black eyes observe your features attentively, trying to read if you're lying or not. Satisfied with what $j_they sees, $j_they dips $j_their head in acknowledgment. "Alright."
"Thanks," you murmur, and $j_their lips tug up in response.<</if>><</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C43">><</button>>"$name?" $namet calls out, stopping in $t_their tracks to look over $t_their shoulder. $t_They's not looking at you, though, but at a point behind you.
You catch up, your curious gaze meeting $t_their once you're standing next to $t_them. You wait for an answer, but you're met with silence. Blinking, you follow $t_them, a bit puzzled, as $t_they resumes $t_their steps.
"$t_They just wanted to walk with you," Athiel pipes up with an eye roll from where $a_they's walking on $namet's other side.
That's… very sweet. You glance between Athiel and $namet, pausing on the stoic $t_man who's looking everywhere but at you. You get the vague impression that you weren't supposed to know this endearing reason for $t_their call.
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*[["That true?" you ask curiously, trying to meet the CFO's gaze.|CP2C44]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Good because I wanted to walk with him too," you try to catch Travis's gaze to wink at him.|CP2C45]]<<else>>[["Good because I wanted to walk with her too," you try to catch Tracee's gaze to wink at her.|CP2C45]]<</if>><span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You smile, touched. "Nice, I wanted to walk with you too."|CP2C46]]
*[[You glance at Athiel, wondering if you could switch places to be next to the model, but you don't do anything.|CP2C47]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["I see," you nod. "Well, I'm here."|CP2C48]]<<set $TL to $TL + 1>>You notice the slight tensing of $t_their shoulders, $t_their eyes still refusing to meet yours as $t_they walks. The corner of $t_their lips twitches, and you catch a faint pink dusting $t_their cheeks. It's quite endearing how this stoic $t_man can get flustered over something so simple.
"Maybe," $namet finally mutters, $t_their voice barely audible over the shopping center's bustle.
Athiel snickers beside $t_them, earning a sharp side-glance from $namet that does nothing to deter the model's amusement. "Oh, $t_they's definitely being shy now. You should've seen how $t_they kept glancing back at you earlier."
"Athiel," $namet warns, but there's no real heat in $t_their voice, just embarrassment.
You find yourself walking closer to $namet's side, enough that your arm occasionally brushes against $t_theirs. <<if $TL >= 10>>The contact sends little sparks through you, and you notice how $t_they doesn't move away despite $t_their obvious sudden shyness.<</if>>
"I don't mind," you murmur softly, just for $t_them to hear. "It's cute."
That gets $t_their attention. $t_Their dark eyes finally meet yours, widening slightly at your words. You watch as the pink on $t_their cheeks deepens to a lovely shade of red, and $t_they quickly looks ahead again, adjusting $t_their sleeve in what you've come to recognize as a nervous habit.
Behind you, you hear Ekissa's disgusted grunt, followed by what sounds suspiciously like $j_them muttering "gonna make me hurl" to $j_themself.
You choose to ignore that, focusing instead on how $namet's steps have synchronized with yours, creating a comfortable rhythm as you both walk through the crowded place.
The warmth radiating from $t_their presence beside you is oddly comforting, and you find yourself stealing glances at $t_their profile. Despite $t_their stoic demeanor, there's something uniquely charming about seeing $namet like this—slightly flustered, trying to maintain $t_their composure while clearly wanting to be close to you.
For someone who usually maintains such strict control over $t_their emotions, these little moments of vulnerability are always a real treat for you. They're like finding hidden treasure<<if $TL >= 10>>, each one making your heart flutter just a bit more<</if>>.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C49">><</button>><<set $TL to $TL + 1>>The effect is immediate. $namet's eyes widen just a fraction, and you catch the subtle way $t_they swallows, $t_their Adam's apple bobbing slightly. $t_They quickly looks away, but not before you notice the faintest pink dusting $t_their cheeks. It's amusing how such a small gesture can crack that stoic facade of $t_theirs.
Athiel, witnessing the exchange, lets out an exaggerated groan.
"Oh my god, get a room already," $a_they dramatically fans $a_themself with one hand.
You can't help but notice how $namet's shoulders tense at Athiel's comment, $t_their hands sliding into $t_their black jeans pockets in what you assume is an attempt to appear casual. But you know better, you've learned to read the little tells in $t_their body language.
Behind you, you hear $namel let out a low chuckle, followed by the sound of $l_their footsteps getting slightly closer. $l_They's still maintaining that ridiculous two-meter distance, but apparently, the scene was entertaining enough to make $l_them inch forward a bit.
Ekissa, trailing behind you, mutters something under $j_their breath that sounds suspiciously like "And here we go again," but there's no real heat in $j_their words.
The shopping center's buzz continues around you, with occasional heads turning to admire your rather eye-catching group. A few passersby do double-takes at $namet, who, despite $t_their casual attire, still carries $t_themself with that natural CEO's son authority.
You steal another glance at $t_them, admiring how the brown sweater complements $t_their complexion. $t_They's still pointedly looking ahead, but you notice $t_their steps have synchronized with yours, keeping perfect pace.
It's these little things about $namet, these subtle, barely-there gestures, that always manage to make your heart skip a beat.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C49">><</button>>Your words seem to have some effect on $t_them as $t_their shoulders relax slightly, though $t_their stoic expression remains unchanged. $t_They still refuses to look at you directly, continuing to stare ahead.
"You two are so <i>boring</i>," Athiel drawls out with a dramatic sigh, no real bite to $a_their words. "At least do something interesting, like holding hands or—"
$namet just gives $t_them a flat look, effectively silencing the model mid-sentence.
"That look doesn't work on me anymore," Athiel challenges with a smirk, leaning closer to $namet who just steps away with practiced ease.
"Don't encourage $a_them," Ekissa groans from behind you. "$a_They's already insufferable enough."
"I heard that," Athiel huffs, "and for your information, I'm <i>delightful</i>."
You hear $namel chuckle from somewhere behind. "Sure, if by delightful you mean a pain in the ass."
"You're all just jealous of my charm," Athiel flips $a_their hair dramatically, almost hitting $namet in the face who smoothly sidesteps.
$namet merely raises an eyebrow at $t_them, which only seems to fuel Athiel's dramatics.
"What? No reaction? Come on!" Athiel pokes $namet's arm repeatedly until the CFO just moves closer to you, effectively using you as a shield.
You can't help but laugh at their antics, and when you glance at $namet, you catch $t_them watching you with a soft look before $t_they quickly averts $t_their gaze. You bump your shoulder against $t_their playfully, earning a quiet "Hm" in response that somehow sounds fond.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C49">><</button>><<set $AL to $AL + 1>>Ocean blue eyes find yours before $a_they looks ahead, a hint of hesitation crossing $a_their features. Tucking a strand of blond hair behind $a_their ear to distract $a_themself, $a_they glances back at you, then looks ahead casually.
You're not sure what you're supposed to do; it's like $a_they's almost waiting for you to make a move. But then again, you can't read minds. You're left blinking, wondering what the hell you're supposed to do. Would it be rude to change places? After all, $namet did call you to walk with them, so it'd be logical to stay next to $namet—
The stoic $t_man decides for both you and Athiel by slowing down $t_their pace, resuming $t_their steps on your other side, so now you're walking between $t_them and Athiel.<<if $AL >= 10>> It doesn't take long for Athiel's mouth to tug up as $a_they quickly fixes $a_their hair. Thinning $a_their lips to hide the clear joy of something so simple, $a_they chances another look your way.<</if>>
"Look who can't get enough of me," $a_they lifts $a_their chin, an arrogant smile firmly in place. "Should I buy you a leash?"
$a_They was supposed to act $a_their usual arrogant self, but this time, $a_they clearly seems to regret it. Not because it sounds rude, but because $a_they's definitely not owning $a_their words with their double meaning.
The wide eyes staring ahead as if $a_they can't believe $a_themself, the blush starting to appear ever so slowly on $a_their neck and cheeks, the way $a_their face screams flustered embarrassment—unfortunately for $a_them, you notice it all.
"Did you–"
"I didn't," $a_they cuts you off immediately. "You didn't hear anything."
"That's–"
"Aren't you tired of talking?" Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, using $a_their arrogance and rude attitude as a shield. "Just be quiet. I'm already hearing your voice at your place; I don't need to bear this here too."
"I just–"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C49">><</button>>"You sure? I thought it was someone else," Athiel quips, rolling $a_their eyes and refocusing $a_their gaze in front of $a_them.
"Are you thirsty or hungry?" $namet ignores the blondie, directing $t_their attention to you. "We didn't have lunch yet."
You shake your head. "I'm good; we had breakfast not long ago."
$namet dips $t_their head in acknowledgment, $t_their features softening as a comfortable silence falls over your group.
"Thanks for asking," you add, earning a tiny smile from the CFO.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C49">><</button>>"Look at this one," Athiel exclaims, pointing at a golden crop top that hides practically nothing, displayed in one of the stores.
"Too… golden," $namet comments, $t_their face showing nothing much.
Athiel steps dangerously close to the entrance of the store. "I like it."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"$a_They's gonna get in, isn't $a_they?" you stage-whisper to $namet, your twitching lips betraying your amusement.
$namet sighs. "You're enjoying this."
"Yup," you confess, unashamed.<<else>>"$a_They's gonna get in, isn't $a_they?" you rub the bridge of your nose.
$namet sighs. "Looks like it."
"We should probably stop $a_them before $a_they drags us everywhere thinking we're doing $a_their shopping," you suggest, and the stoic $t_man nods in agreement.<</if>>
$namet is quick to grab Athiel's elbow before the blondie can step inside. "We didn't come to do your shopping."
"I'll just buy this one," the model tries to break free, but the CFO doesn't budge. "I swear if you don't let me buy this one, I'll scream and say you're harassing me."
"If you buy this one, don't complain if you can't find us again in the Shopping Center," $namet warns, unfazed by Athiel's threats. Before the arrogant $a_man can protest, $t_they adds, "We won't wait for you."
The model's shoulders slacken in defeat, a grimace of both reluctance and annoyance shifting on $a_their features. $a_They clicks $a_their tongue, yanking $a_their arm away and resuming $a_their steps ahead.
"You're coming or what?" $a_their voice echoes, not waiting for you two to catch up.
The CFO waits for you to take the first step before trailing behind you. You glance back, Ekissa looking around casually, $j_their hands shoved in the pockets of $j_their denim jacket. $j_They's in $j_their own world, living $j_their best life.
"Sulking won't change anything," you hear $namet tell Athiel. "I didn't say you couldn't go."
"I'm not sulking."
"Okay," is $namet's way of showing $t_they's not going to start a useless argument over it.
You squint your eyes; there's something missing.
Or rather <i>someone</i> missing. You swear $l_they was just here when you looked not even two minutes ago.
$namel is missing.
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*[["Guys…" you start with a small sheepish laugh. "Where's our CEO?"|CP2C50]]
*[["We lost someone," you sigh.|CP2C51]]
*[[You look around before leaving to search for the CEO. "I'll be back."|CP2C52]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[[You look around before leaving to search for the CEO. "I'll be back."|CP2C53]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You rub the back of your neck with a groan. "Did we seriously lose Leon?"|CP2C54]]<<else>>[[You rub the back of your neck with a groan. "Did we seriously lose Luna?"|CP2C54]]<</if>><<set $gofindLchap2 to "no">>$namet halts $t_their steps, $t_their dark eyes scanning the area and confirming that, yes, $t_their $l_father is not around anymore. You look around as well, hoping that maybe, with a bit of luck, you'll find the CEO, but nothing.
$namet's jaw tightens, probably holding back an annoyed sigh. $t_They turns around, glancing back in the direction you all came from. The way $t_their eyes shut briefly tells you $t_they's getting more frustrated with the prospect of searching for someone in this busy shopping center.
$t_They considers something for a moment before muttering what sounds surprisingly like "fuck." The unexpected curse is shocking enough that all familiar heads turn to stare at the stoic $t_man who just broke $t_their usual composure.
"Wait here," $t_they tells the three of you before walking away.
"I can't believe this," Ekissa groans, rubbing $j_their face with both hands. "I swear $l_they does this on purpose. Every time we go out, $l_they just disappears like that."
"Yeah because complaining will definitely make $l_them come back faster," Athiel rolls $a_their eyes, crossing $a_their arms. "You've been complaining since we got here."
"Have you heard yourself?" the artist scoffs, $j_their white curls bouncing as $j_they jerks $j_their head toward the model. "You've been whining about not being able to shop."
"At least I don't sound like a broken record."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You can't help but chuckle, shaking your head at their bickering.
"C'mon guys," you say with fondness. "Let's not start a fight in the middle of the shopping center." <<else>>You can't help but pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming.
"Now is not the time," you warn them with a stern look.<</if>>
"I'm not the one who started it," they both say in unison, pointing at each other.
You raise your eyebrows at them, <<if $persona3 == "charm">>trying your best not to laugh at how alike they can be sometimes despite their differences<<else>>trying your best not to strangle them<</if>>. Before you can say anything else, $namet comes back with $t_their $l_father in tow.
"Found $l_them talking with someone at the clothes store nearby," $namet explains, $t_their expression neutral as always.
"Oh come on," $namel grins, patting $l_their $t_son's shoulder. "I was just catching up with an old friend."
More like flirting with a worker, you have no doubt.
"We've been here for two hours," Ekissa deadpans. "How many old friends do you have?"
"Jealous?" $namel teases, $l_their dimple showing as $l_their grin widens.
"As if," both Ekissa and Athiel scoff.
You catch $namet's eyes, sharing an amused look. Sometimes it feels like you're babysitting a bunch of grown people, and you're not gonna lie, it's better that everyone being genuinely upset at each other.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C55">><</button>><<set $gofindLchap2 to "no">>$namet stops in $t_their tracks, $t_their broad shoulders tensing as $t_they turns around, scanning the area with $t_their dark eyes. $t_Their jaw clenches, and you can almost see the gears turning in $t_their mind.
"I can't believe we lost $l_them <i>again</i>," Ekissa grumbles, crossing $j_their arms over $j_their chest. "Is $l_they a kid or something? Can't $l_they just—I don't know—stay with the group? Pretty simple, no?"
"Oh my god, can you shut up?" Athiel snaps, throwing $a_their hands in the air. "All you do is complain, complain, complain. It's getting on my nerves."
"<i>I</i> complain? Have you heard yourself in the last hour?" Ekissa scoffs, $j_their white hair catching the light as $j_they whips $j_their head toward the model. "All I heard was 'I want this' and 'I want that.' At least <i>I</i> have valid reasons to complain."
You pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming. "Guys, please—"
"Valid reasons?" Athiel cuts you off, $a_their ocean blue eyes blazing with annoyance. "What's valid about whining over someone getting lost? We'll find $l_them."
"I'll go look for $l_them," $namet announces firmly, already walking away. The stoic $t_man doesn't even spare a glance at the bickering duo.
"See what you did?" Ekissa accuses, pointing at $namet's retreating form. "Now we lost both of them."
"What <i>I</i> did?" Athiel's voice rises an octave. "I wasn't the one who started complaining!"
You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. "Can both of you just... stop? For five minutes?" They both turn to you, mouths opening to probably argue more, but you raise your hand. "Please?"
The silence that follows is blessed but brief. $namet returns after a few minutes, $t_their $l_father in tow. $namel's sporting $l_their signature dimpled smile, completely oblivious to the chaos $l_their disappearance caused.
"Found $l_them talking to someone at the clothes store nearby," $namet explains, $t_their voice carrying a hint of exasperation.
"See?" Athiel throws Ekissa a smug look. "Told you we'd find $l_them."
Ekissa's about to retort, but you shoot them both a warning glance. They close their mouths, though not without throwing each other dirty looks. You catch $namet's eyes, and $t_they gives you a slight nod of understanding. At least someone else here has their head on straight.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C55">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>><<set $gofindLchap2 to "yes">>You don't wait for an answer, retracing your path to find the old $l_man. With so many people filling the shopping center, it's a harder task than you anticipated. A mix of scents fills the air, causing your nose to scrunch when someone passes by with a perfume that's way too strong. You can feel a headache starting to grow.
Dodging a group of people, <<if $likecrowds == "no">>you scratch your neck, looking around and making sure to steer clear of crowded areas.<<else>>you look around, your patience wearing thin.<</if>>
Where the fuck is $l_they? (dta)
A high-pitched, loud laugh splits the air, eliciting a grimace from you. Something tells you $namel isn't far. Call it intuition; that type of laugh is something you learned to recognize at work when a person tries to catch $namel's attention.
You follow the laugh.
In no time, you spot the old $l_man standing near the entrance of one of the stores. A woman leans against the doorframe of her shop, her arms crossed and eyes lost in $namel's.
<<if $LL >= 1>>When you think $l_they's flirting back, the $l_man shocks you by dodging each of the woman's attempts to touch $l_them, only smiling at her. There's no… not that special charm $l_they carries most of the time. That mischievous smile is still there, but it's not the same as the one $l_they gives you.
You shake your head, banishing those thoughts before you get too carried away.<</if>>
The path to the store is brief as you join the CEO, standing next to $l_them. "We were searching for you. What were you doing?"
<<if $LL >= 10>>Gray eyes meet yours, widening slightly before softening when noticing it's you. "Ah, $name. Sorry I was following you, but this kind woman asked me if I had any cigarettes for her."<<else>>Gray eyes meet yours, widening slightly. "Ah, $name. Sorry I was following you but this beautiful woman asked me if I had any cigarettes for her."<</if>>
Cigarette? That's… an original way to hit on someone, you guess.
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<<if $smoke == "yes">>*[[You fish in your pocket, retrieving your pack and drawing out a cigarette to give to her. Once she gets what she wants, you grab the CEO's wrist and start to leave. "C'mon, the others are waiting."|CP2C52.1]]<span class="icon">♡</span><</if>>
*[[You rub the side of your neck. "Can we go now or you're staying here?"|CP2C52.2]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Well, clearly you don't have any for her," you state matter-of-factly, knowing the CEO doesn't smoke. "Are you coming, or are you staying here?"|CP2C52.3]]
*[[You shift your gaze between both with a smile. "I don't wanna ruin anything but can we go? Everyone's waiting."|CP2C52.4]]<<set $gofindLchap2 to "yes">>You don't wait for an answer, retracing your path to find the old $l_man. With so many people filling the shopping center, it's a harder task than you anticipated. A mix of scents fills the air, causing your nose to scrunch when someone passes by with a perfume that's way too strong. You can feel a headache starting to grow.
Dodging a group of people, <<if $likecrowds == "no">>you scratch your neck, looking around and making sure to steer clear of crowded areas.<<else>>you look around, your patience wearing thin.<</if>>
Where the fuck is $l_they? (dta)
A high-pitched, loud laugh splits the air, eliciting a grimace from you. Something tells you $namel isn't far. Call it intuition; that type of laugh is something you learned to recognize at work when a person tries to catch $namel's attention.
You follow the laugh.
In no time, you spot the old $l_man standing near the entrance of one of the stores. A woman leans against the doorframe of her shop, her arms crossed and eyes lost in $namel's.
<<if $LL >= 1>>When you think $l_they's flirting back, the $l_man shocks you by dodging each of the woman's attempts to touch $l_them, only smiling at her. There's no… not that special charm $l_they carries most of the time. That mischievous smile is still there, but it's not the same as the one $l_they gives you.
You shake your head, banishing those thoughts before you get too carried away.<</if>>
The path to the store is brief as you join the CEO, standing next to $l_them. "We were searching for you. What were you doing?"
<<if $LL >= 10>>Gray eyes meet yours, widening slightly before softening when noticing it's you. "Ah, $name. Sorry I was following you, but this kind woman asked me if I had any cigarettes for her."<<else>>Gray eyes meet yours, widening slightly. "Ah, $name. Sorry I was following you but this beautiful woman asked me if I had any cigarettes for her."<</if>>
Cigarette? That's… an original way to hit on someone, you guess.
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<<if $smoke == "yes">>*[[You fish in your pocket, retrieving your pack and drawing out a cigarette to give to her. Once she gets what she wants, you grab the CEO's wrist and start to leave. "C'mon, the others are waiting."|CP2C52.1]]<span class="icon">♡</span><</if>>
*[[You rub the side of your neck. "Can we go now or you're staying here?"|CP2C52.2]]<span class="icon">♡</span>
*[["Well, clearly you don't have any for her," you state matter-of-factly, knowing the CEO doesn't smoke. "Are you coming, or are you staying here?"|CP2C52.3]]
*[[You shift your gaze between both with a smile. "I don't wanna ruin anything but can we go? Everyone's waiting."|CP2C52.4]]<<set $gofindLchap2 to "no">>Athiel scoffs, crossing $a_their arms with an eye roll. "Great, first I can't buy anything, and now that old $l_man disappeared."
"Can everyone shut up? I hate being in crowded places," Ekissa grumbles, hands still buried in $j_their pockets while glancing around with obvious discomfort. "And stop complaining, you're giving me a headache."
"You don't hate crowded places, you hate the people making the crowded places," you point out, eliciting a deadpan look from your bestie.
"Me? Giving you a headache?" the model scoffs, turning around to face the artist. "You're the one whining since we got here."
You pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming. "Guys, please—"
"I ain't whining," Ekissa shoots back, $j_their irritation getting the best of $j_them. "I just hate being pushed around by random people. Unlike you who probably love the attention."
$namet looks at you with an apologetic look before heading off to find $t_their $l_father, leaving you to deal with two bickering idiots. Great. That's just great. Dealing with these two? Always a pleasure.
"At least I don't act like a grumpy old $j_man," Athiel snipes back.
"Guys... calm down..." you try again.
"Old man?!" Ekissa takes a threatening step forward. "Bold of you to say that when you're acting like a spoiled brat!"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"I told you to calm the fuck down," you finally snap, your voice cutting through the air like a blade as you scowl at both of them.
Athiel's features pinch in frustration before $a_they jerks $a_their head away with a forming pout while Ekissa grins sheepishly at you.<<else>>Your eyebrow lifts up when neither listens, so you reach out for each of their cheeks and pinch. "Are you both done?"
"Ouch—Ouch!" Athiel tries to wriggle out of your grip.
Ekissa doesn't react, only grumbling something under $j_their breath as you pull away once you're sure they both calmed down. "See? Better, isn't it?"<</if>>
"I found $l_them," $namet's voice cuts through their argument as $t_they comes back. "$l_They's talking with someone at the clothes store nearby."
"Thank god," you mutter under your breath, relieved to see the CFO back.
Athiel and Ekissa are still glaring at each other, but at least they stopped arguing. $namet leads the way through the crowd, and sure enough, there's $namel chatting animatedly with someone.
"$l_Dad," $namet calls out. "We've been looking for you."
The CEO joins your group with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sorry! I ran into a lady and got caught up in the conversation!"
You notice how Ekissa and Athiel are still sending each other death glares behind your back, making you sigh. At this rate, shopping with these four will be harder than expected.
"Shall we continue?" $namel asks, obviously oblivious to the tension between the artist and the model.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C55">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>>"Slow down, this old $l_man can't walk that fast," $l_they chuckles.
Both of you know that's a lie; the $l_man is fit for $l_their age and always does $l_their best to keep $l_themself in shape. However, you do let $l_their wrist go, allowing $l_them to follow behind.
"Did you miss me that much?" $l_they tries to joke, a hint of genuine curiosity coloring $l_their tone.
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Oh yes, so much," you quip.
"Really?" $l_they grins, dimple popping. And here you thought $l_they'd finally pick on your sarcasm.
You sigh. "That was sarcasm."
"Ah," $l_they hums, nodding slowly but $l_they's not sounding hurt at all. "Well I'll just have to pretend it was genuine."
"That's not how it works, $namel."
$l_Their grin widens as $l_they bumps your shoulder with $l_theirs, staying close to you. "Don't care."<<else>>"I mean, I was a bit worried," you confess with a light shrug.
"Really?" $l_they grins, dimple popping.
You nod with a small chuckle at $l_their enthusiasm. "Really."
"You didn't answer, though," the CEO says, bumping your shoulder with $l_theirs. "Did you miss me?"
‘Yes', that's clearly what $l_they wants to hear. You shake your head with a fond tug at your lips. "Maybe a little."
"I'll take it," $l_they lifts $l_their chin, bright white teeth showing. "I missed you too."<</if>>
<<if $likecrowds == "no">>On your way back to your group, a cold touch brushes your neck as you suck in a breath, shivering slightly.
"We should do something about this habit," $namel mumbles to $l_themself, a look of displeasure and concern settling on $l_their face. "Replace it with something else."
<<if $LL >= 10>>$l_Their thumb trails up your red neck where you scratched earlier, and you have to lean slightly away to avoid shivering from the simple touch.
"It doesn't hurt," you wave away $l_their concern.
$l_They's not having it.
"We'll find something," $l_they promises, not adding anything else and letting a comfortable silence settle.<<else>>$l_They pulls away as you wave away $l_their concern. "It doesn't hurt."
"If you're sure," $l_they doesn't insist, not like $l_they used to do, even when $l_their face is screaming worry.<</if>><</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C55">><</button>><<set $LL to $LL + 1>><<if $LL >= 10>> $namel's gaze remains fixed on you as $l_their hand reaches out, wrapping around yours and squeezing gently, as if to reassure you before $l_they pulls away. "Of course we can."
You sigh in relief, your shoulders slowly relaxing. "Thanks."
$l_They turns to the woman, smiling politely. "I guess that's my cue. We can't let the kitten go back alone, can we?"
<i>Kitten</i>? <<if $persona3 == "intimid">>Your eye twitches in slight irritation at the pet name. "Seriously?"
The CEO smirks, still saying $l_their goodbyes to the woman before turning $l_their attention back to you. "Don't like it?"
"No," your lips tug down. "Do I look like a kitten?"
$l_Their smirk widens as $l_they nods. "An angry one, yes."
You tsk, turning on your heels and heading off first, the old $l_man following close behind. "Let's go."<<elseif $persona3 == "charm">> You lift an eyebrow at the pet name. "Well, well, well, I didn't know I already had a pet name."
"Like it?" the CEO inquires curiously, $l_their eyes glimmering with mischief.
You offer $l_them a smile of your own. "Who knows? Maybe I hate it, or maybe I'm melting just hearing it from your lips."
That elicits an elated chuckle from $l_them as you start walking without $l_them. "Wait for me, <i>kitten</i>."<</if>><<else>> $namel's gaze stays on you, $l_their dimple making an appearance. "Of course we can."
Your shoulders sag in relief as you smile back. "Thanks."
Turning to the woman, $l_they grins politely. "I guess that's my cue. We can't let the kitten go back alone, now can we?"
<i>Kitten</i>? "Seriously?" You lift your brows, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips.
The CEO smirks, still saying $l_their goodbyes to the woman before turning $l_their attention back to you. "Don't like it?"
You huff a chuckle, shaking your head in fond exasperation. "Let's just go, $namel."<</if>>
<<if $likecrowds == "no">>On your way back to your group, a cold touch brushes your neck as you suck in a breath, shivering slightly.
"We should do something about this habit," $namel mumbles to $l_themself, a look of displeasure and concern settling on $l_their face. "Replace it with something else."
<<if $LL >= 10>>$l_Their thumb trails up your red neck where you scratched earlier, and you have to lean slightly away to avoid shivering from the simple touch.
"It doesn't hurt," you wave away $l_their concern.
$l_They's not having it.
"We'll find something," $l_they promises, not adding anything else and letting a comfortable silence settle.<<else>>$l_They pulls away as you wave away $l_their concern. "It doesn't hurt."
"If you're sure," $l_they doesn't insist, not like $l_they used to do, even when $l_their face is screaming worry.<</if>><</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C55">><</button>>The woman's smile falters slightly at your interruption, her perfectly manicured fingers gripping her crossed arms a bit tighter—more annoyed about the lack of time to flirt with the CEO than directed at you. $namel's eyes light up with amusement, a playful smirk tugging at $l_their lips as $l_their attention shifts fully to you.
"How do you know I don't have any cigarettes?" $l_they challenges, that familiar teasing lilt in $l_their voice. The dimple on $l_their left cheek appears as $l_their smirk widens. "Maybe I've got plenty."
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. After all the times you've seen $l_them wrinkle $l_their nose at the mere mention of smoking, there's no way $l_they'd carry cigarettes. Besides, you've spent enough time around $l_them at work to know $l_their habits.
"We should head back," you say instead, deliberately ignoring $l_their question. "The others are probably wondering where we disappeared to."
$namel's expression softens, though that playful glint remains in $l_their gray eyes. $l_They turns to the woman, offering an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid my friend here is right. I should get going."
The woman's disappointment is evident, but she maintains her composure, pushing herself off the doorframe with practiced grace.
"Well, if you ever need a cigarette..." she trails off suggestively.
"I'll know where to find one," $namel finishes smoothly, though you both know $l_they won't be taking her up on that offer. Not for the cigarette, anyway.
As you both walk away, $namel leans closer to you, $l_their voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, sometimes I think you enjoy ruining my fun, $name."
"That's what you're calling fun?" you snort.
<<if $likecrowds == "no">>On your way back to your group, a cold touch brushes your neck as you suck in a breath, shivering slightly.
"We should do something about this habit," $namel mumbles to $l_themself, a look of displeasure and concern settling on $l_their face. "Replace it with something else."
<<if $LL >= 10>>$l_Their thumb trails up your red neck where you scratched earlier, and you have to lean slightly away to avoid shivering from the simple touch.
"It doesn't hurt," you wave away $l_their concern.
$l_They's not having it.
"We'll find something," $l_they promises, not adding anything else and letting a comfortable silence settle.<<else>>$l_They pulls away as you wave away $l_their concern. "It doesn't hurt."
"If you're sure," $l_they doesn't insist, not like $l_they used to do, even when $l_their face is screaming worry.<</if>><</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C55">><</button>>The CEO's eyes crinkle at the corners as $l_they turns to face the woman fully. "Duty calls," $l_they says with an apologetic smile, $l_their dimple making an appearance. "It was lovely meeting you..."
"Amanda," she supplies quickly, her voice honey-sweet.
"Amanda," $namel repeats, and you have to bite back an amused chuckle when you notice how she practically melts at the way $l_they pronounces her name. "Have a wonderful day."
You step aside, letting $namel walk past you before falling into step beside $l_them. The clicking of heels behind you indicates Amanda hasn't moved from her spot, probably watching $namel's retreating form.
"You know," you start once you're out of earshot. "For someone who was just asking for a cigarette, she seemed pretty disappointed to see you go."
$namel chuckles, running a hand through $l_their black hair. "What can I say? I'm quite charming."
"More like quite the troublemaker," you tease, spotting the rest of your group ahead. "C'mon, old $l_man, before they send a search party for us both."
$l_Their protest of "I'm not that old" follows you as you both quicken your pace to catch up with the others.
<<if $likecrowds == "no">>On your way back to your group, a cold touch brushes your neck as you suck in a breath, shivering slightly.
"We should do something about this habit," $namel mumbles to $l_themself, a look of displeasure and concern settling on $l_their face. "Replace it with something else."
<<if $LL >= 10>>$l_Their thumb trails up your red neck where you scratched earlier, and you have to lean slightly away to avoid shivering from the simple touch.
"It doesn't hurt," you wave away $l_their concern.
$l_They's not having it.
"We'll find something," $l_they promises, not adding anything else and letting a comfortable silence settle.<<else>>$l_They pulls away as you wave away $l_their concern. "It doesn't hurt."
"If you're sure," $l_they doesn't insist, not like $l_they used to do, even when $l_their face is screaming worry.<</if>><</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C55">><</button>>"How about this one…?" Ekissa inquires, picking a wine off the shelf to take a closer look. "Not what I usually take, but that'll—"
A high-pitched noise reverberates sharply through the air. Everyone in the aisle startles as bottles shatter on the floor. You press your lips together, praying to all the gods that it's <i>not</i> one of you who just did that.
Everyone knows to be careful in these kinds of aisles. Surely your group knows that too and wouldn't have just wasted a good portion of cash on the floor.
You snap your head in the direction of the noise, only to find $namel, a sheepish smile on $l_their face, with the shopping basket way too close to the shelf.
<i>Goddamnit…</i>
The ends of $namel's trousers are darker, soaked by the spilled wine, and you start to wonder how this $l_man can be so clumsy. You look down at your own clothes, noticing the stain of wine seeping through the fabric. Then you glance around to see that everyone close enough is now wearing their own splashes of red.
The smell of the alcohol begins to fill the air, forcing its way into your nostrils. The acidity makes the muscles of your cheeks sting slightly, but the discomfort doesn't last long.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>Your eyebrows shoot up, your lips already trembling. You're dying to laugh. You shouldn't… that must be embarrassing for $namel. You shouldn't…
The culprit locks $l_their fox-like gray eyes onto yours, $l_their own lips twitching as $l_they tries to contain $l_their own laughter. "Oops…?"
A bark of laughter escapes you, quickly followed by $l_theirs. Your amusement reverberates through the entire aisle, drawing frowns of disapproval from some and giggles from others who hide their smiles behind their hands. Ekissa and $namet sigh in unison, while Athiel stares at $a_their now stained clothes, wrinkling $a_their nose in disgust.
"You okay?" you check on $namel, who gives you a thumbs up, still grinning despite the chaos.<<else>> You pinch the bridge of your nose. You can't leave $l_them alone for more than a minute. $l_They had one job—ONE—to carry the shopping basket. It shouldn't be that difficult, right?
The culprit locks $l_their fox-like gray eyes onto yours, $l_their lips twitching as $l_they tries to contain $l_their laughter. "Oops…?"
<i>Oops</i>? You exhale deeply through your nostrils, your fingers itching to shake some sense into $l_them. Frowning, you assess $l_their body to ensure $l_they's not hurt. Satisfied with what you see, you run a hand across your face, trying to dispel your frustration.<</if>>
Well, at least $l_they's okay.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C56">><</button>>Soon enough, a staff member walking by stops in her tracks, noticing the mess on the floor. Her eye twitches in annoyance, but she quickly schools her expression into a plastered polite smile.
"$t_Sir, please step aside. I'll clean thi—"
$namel makes a sharp turn to face her, causing the basket to nudge other bottles that fall and shatter. The liquid splashes everyone nearby, ruining their clothes—and yours, <i>again</i>. Gasps ripple through the crowd as people step back to avoid the shards now scattered across the floor.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Oh for fuck's sake," you finally curse under your breath.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Athiel drawls, still upset by $a_their stained pants and shoes.
"$l_They should start wearing glasses," Ekissa grumbles. "How can you fuck up twice?"
"$l_They already needs glasses to read," $namet comments simply.
Ekissa and you snort at the same time. Maybe it's time for $namel to wear glasses when doing shopping too.<<else>>"Well, maybe our good old CEO will need glasses," you say good-naturedly with a fond sigh.
"$l_They already needs glasses to read," $namet comments simply.
"$l_They does, doesn't $l_they?" you hum with a slight grimace. "Maybe $l_they'll need it for shopping too."
"I'm sure $l_they'll find a way to break something even with glasses anyway," Athiel comments.<</if>>
Ekissa carefully makes $j_their way to $namel on the wet floor to take the shopping basket from the old $l_man's grasp and joins back your side.
"We'll pay for the damages," $namet breaks the silence in a stern tone. "I apologize for the inconvenience."
The staff member glances at $namet, then at $namel, and when her eyes land on the expensive watch on both men, they widen in surprise. A broad grin splits her face.
"No, don't worry! Everything's fine," she laughs, the sound more genuine than the smile she wore just moments ago.
It's funny how money can change certain people.
"No, we'll pay for what we broke," $namet protests, leaving no room for argument.
The woman is all too eager to agree. "If you're sure, $t_sir! Please let me handle this, and enjoy the rest of your shopping. I've got this!"
But even when she says that, four pair of eyes turns to you, then on the wet floor, then back at you.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C57">><</button>><<if $LL >= 10>><<if $genderrol == "man">><<set $TcarryMC to "no">>$namel approaches you, turns $l_their back at you and crouches down without a word, waiting. For what? You have a vague idea of what that means. Do you want to understand? That's another story.
"Climb on," $l_they glances over $l_their shoulder when you remain still behind $l_them. "You'll slip with those shoes."
You look down at your feet and realize that yes, you're wearing shoes that claim to be anti-slip but are anything but. You notice Ekissa, $namet, and Athiel's footwear, and see that Ekissa's shoes are just as questionable.
"Ekissa—"
"Don't need $l_their help," Ekissa interjects with a scoff. "No way I'm letting that $l_man touch me."
"Aww, I love you too, Eki' darling," $namel coos, only earning a scowl from your best friend.
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*<<if $gender == "man">>[["What? No way, I'm not piggybacking you," you refuse immediately. For fuck's sake, you're a man; you won't do that. You're a virile, very manly man—no virile man lets another man carry him, right? Alright, maybe you want to… but you won't. Right?|CP2C57L1.1]]<</if>>
*<<if $gender == "man">>[["What? No way I'm not piggybacking you," you refuse immediately. Man or not, you're not doing this. You can walk without slipping on the wine on the floor.|CP2C57L1.2]]<</if>>
*<<if $height == "very tall" or $height == "tall">>[[You give him a doubtful look. You don't mind but you're kind of… tall and he's… not. "You're… sure? You're gonna fall if I climb on your back."|CP2C57L1.3]]<</if>>
*<<if $height == "average" or $height == "short" or $height == "very short">>[["You're sure…? I mean, I know I'm not very tall but I can walk, you know?" you mumble, not minding climbing on his back but wanting to make sure he's okay with that.|CP2C57L1.4]]<</if>>
*[[You don't waste time climbing on his back. "If you insist."|CP2C57L1.5]]
*[[You shake your head with a small smile. "Nah, it's okay. I'll walk. Thanks, tho."|CP2C57L1.6]]<<elseif $genderrol == "woman">>Luna approaches you and stands close enough to murmur just for your ear, "Do you want me to piggyback you?"
You blink at her, unsure if you heard that right. "What?"
"Do you want to climb on my back? There's wine everywhere, and your shoes aren't really safe," she clarifies, pointing at your feet with an expectant raise of her brows.
You realize that, yes, your shoes claim to be non-slip but are anything but. You glance over at Ekissa, $namet, and Athiel, noting that Ekissa is wearing the same type of shoes.
"Ekissa–"
"Don't need her help," Ekissa finishes for you in a scoff. "No way I let that woman touch me."
"Aww, I love you too Eki' darling," Luna coos, only earning a scowl from your best friend.
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*<<if $gender == "man">>[["What? No way I'm not piggybacking you," you refuse immediately. You'd just make her fall if you climbed on her back. And you're a man; you still have pride. Right? You wouldn't do that. That'd be, like, super weird, right…?|CP2C57L2.1]]<</if>>
*<<if $gender == "man">>[["What? No way I'm not piggybacking you," you refuse immediately. Man or not, you're not doing this. You can walk without slipping on the wine on the floor just fine.|CP2C57L2.2]]<</if>>
*<<if $height == "very tall" or $height == "tall">>[[You give her a doubtful look. You don't mind but you're kinda… tall and she's… definitely not. "You're… sure? You're gonna fall if I climb on your back."|CP2C57L2.3]]<</if>>
*<<if $height == "average" or $height == "short" or $height == "very short">>[["You're sure…? I mean, I know I'm not very tall and I probably won't weigh much, but I can walk, you know?" you mumble, not minding climbing on her back but wanting to make sure she's okay with that.|CP2C57L2.4]]<</if>>
*[[You don't waste time climbing on her back. "If you insist."|CP2C57L2.5]]
*[[You shake your head with a small smile. "Nah, it's okay. I'll walk. Thanks, tho."|CP2C57L2.6]]<</if>><<elseif $TL >= 10>><<set $LcarryMC to "no">>$namet approaches you to crouch down without a word just in front of you. $t_They's waiting. For what? You have a vague idea of what that means. Do you want to understand? That's another story.
"Your shoes aren't suitable, especially with this floor," is the only explanation $t_they gives you, $t_their head turned so you can't really read $t_their face—not that you're an expert at reading this stoic $t_man…. yet.
You look down at your feet and realize that, yes, you've got the type of shoes that claim to be anti-slip, only to prove otherwise. You watch Ekissa, $namel, and Athiel's shoes, noting that Ekissa's got the same type.
"Ekissa–"
"Don't need $t_their help," Ekissa finishes for you with a shrug. "I can walk on my own."
<i>You can do it too, though?</i>
"You can refuse, $name," $namet says, finally looking over $t_their shoulder to meet your gaze before inevitably flicking $t_their gaze away.
<<if $genderrot == "man">>
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*<<if $gender == "man">>[["What? No way I'm not piggybacking you," you refuse immediately. For fuck's sake, you're a man. You won't do that… You're a virile, very manly man. No virile men let another man carry them, right? Alright, maybe you want to do that… but you won't… right?|CP2C57T1.1]]<</if>>
*<<if $gender == "man">>[["What? No way I'm not piggybacking you," you refuse immediately. Man or not, you're not doing this. You can walk without slipping on the wine on the floor just fine.|CP2C57T1.2]]<</if>>
*<<if $height == "very tall" or $height == "tall">>[[You give him a doubtful look. You don't mind but you're kind of… tall and he's… not. "You're… sure? You're gonna fall if I climb on your back."|CP2C57T1.3]]<</if>>
*<<if $height == "average" or $height == "short" or $height == "very short">>[["You're sure…? I mean, I know I'm not very tall but I can walk, you know?" you mumble, not minding climbing on his back but wanting to make sure he's okay with that.|CP2C57T1.4]]<</if>>
*[[You don't waste time climbing on his back. "If you insist."|CP2C57T1.5]]
*[[You shake your head with a small smile. "Nah, it's okay. I'll walk. Thanks, tho."|CP2C57T1.6]]<<elseif $genderrot == "woman">>
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*<<if $gender == "man">>[["What? No way I'm not piggybacking you," you refuse immediately. You're just gonna make her fall if you get on her back. And you're a man, you still have pride. Right…? You wouldn't do that, that'd be, like, super weird, right……?|CP2C57T2.1]]<</if>>
*<<if $gender == "man">>[["What? No way I'm not piggybacking you," you refuse immediately. Man or not, you're not doing this. You can walk without slipping on the wine on the floor just fine.|CP2C57T2.2]]<</if>>
*<<if $height == "very tall" or $height == "tall">>[[You give her a doubtful look. You don't mind but you're kind of… tall and she's… not. "You're… sure? You're gonna fall if I climb on your back."|CP2C57T2.3]]<</if>>
*<<if $height == "average" or $height == "short" or $height == "very short">>[["You're sure…? I mean, I know I'm not very tall but I can walk, you know?" you mumble, not minding climbing on her back but wanting to make sure she's okay with that.|CP2C57T2.4]]<</if>>
*[[You don't waste time climbing on her back. "If you insist." |CP2C57T2.5]]
*[[You shake your head with a small smile. "Nah, it's okay. I'll walk. Thanks, tho."|CP2C57T2.6]]<</if>><<elseif $AL >= 10>><<set $LcarryMC to "no">><<set $TcarryMC to "no">>Athiel is already watching you when your gaze meets $a_theirs. As if you've just spit in $a_their face, $a_their eyes narrow as $a_they looks down at your shoes. "You're gonna slip with those."
You look down to realize that yes, your shoes claim to be anti-slip only to <i>not</i> be anti-slipping at all. You glance over at Ekissa, $namel, and $namet's shoes, noting that Ekissa has the same type.
This is going to be a disaster.
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*[[You grin at Athiel, wiggling your brows. "Gonna carry me?"|CP2C57A1]]
*[[You shrug. "I'll make do."|CP2C57A2]]
*[["I'll be fine," you reassure with a small chuckle. "Unless you wanna hold my hand to help me walk?"|CP2C57A3]]
*[[You shake your head. "I won't; even if I slip, it's not like we got any choice."|CP2C57A4]]
*[["Psh, me?" you wave playfully. "Never. Watch and learn."|CP2C57A5]]<<elseif $JL >= 10>><<set $TcarryMC to "no">><<set $LcarryMC to "no">>Ekissa is the first to get closer to you, nodding at your shoes. "Need help?"
You glance down to realize that yes, your shoes claim to be anti-slip but are definitely <i>not</i> living up to that promise. You look at Athiel, $namel, and $namet's shoes, noticing that Ekissa has the same type as yours.
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*[[You scrunch your nose. "We're gonna slip, ain't we?"|CP2C57EK1.1]]
*[["Who's gonna slip first, you or me?" you grin, hip-checking your bestie.|CP2C57EK1.2]]
*[[You nod, taking the offered hand. "Please."|CP2C57EK1.3]]
*[[You hold out a hand. "I think we both need help."|CP2C57EK1.4]]
*[["I'm good," you shake your head but offer a small smile. "Thanks, tho."|CP2C57EK1.5]]<<else>><<set $TcarryMC to "no">><<set $LcarryMC to "no">>Ekissa is the first to get closer to you, nodding at your shoes. "Need help?"
You glance down to realize that yes, your shoes claim to be anti-slip but are definitely <i>not</i> living up to that promise. You look at Athiel, $namel, and $namet's shoes, noticing that Ekissa has the same type as yours.
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*[[You scrunch your nose. "We're gonna slip, ain't we?"|CP2C57EK2.1]]
*[["Who's gonna slip first, you or me?" you grin, hip-checking your bestie.|CP2C57EK2.2]]
*[[You nod, taking the offered hand. "Please."|CP2C57EK2.3]]
*[[You hold out a hand. "I think we both need help."|CP2C57EK2.4]]
*[["I'm good," you shake your head but offer a small smile. "Thanks, tho."|CP2C57EK2.5]]<</if>>"Why not?" A crease forms between $l_their brows in confusion.
Your hands throw up helplessly. "Because."
"This is barely an answer, you know that?" You hear $l_them chuckle, $l_their voice taking on that gritty tone that reverberates in $l_their throat. You push down the response that tone always elicits in you. "It'll be quick, just until we pass this mess."
"I don't need help; I can walk on my own," you insist, your pride stubbornly holding its ground.
The CEO raises $l_their hands in surrender. "Alright, if you're sure…? I really don't mind, $name."
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*[["100% sure," you nod a bit too fast and too eagerly.|CP2C57L1.1.1]]
*[["Well… I mean…" you hesitate as you clear your throat. You reluctantly get on his back. "Be fast."|CP2C57L1.1.2]]
*[[You want to, really. You're just not ready to let go of this damn pride. "Yes," you say through gritted teeth. "I'm sure…."|CP2C57L1.1.3]]<<set $LcarryMC to "no">>"Suit yourself," $namel shrugs, standing back up with a grunt. $l_Their fox-like gray eyes watch you with curiosity, but $l_they doesn't push further.
Taking a deep breath, you take a step forward. Your shoes squeak against the wet floor as you try to keep your balance. Ekissa, who's facing the same predicament, slides $j_their way through with the shopping basket secured in $j_their hands. $namet and Athiel walk ahead with their working anti-slip shoes and not the shitty type you got, discussing something in low voices.
You're doing good so far, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. You knew it wasn't that bad—it's just wine. You're not gonna slip just because of <i>wine</i>. Dish soap? Sure, why not? <i>Wine</i>? Pfft, no way.
That is, until your right foot catches a particularly slippery spot. Your arms flail as you feel yourself losing balance, your heart jumping to your throat—
A strong arm wraps around your waist, careful not to touch you with $l_their hand and only steadying you with $l_their arm before you can face-plant into the floor. The familiar scent of $namel's spicy cologne fills your nose as $l_they holds you against $l_their chest.
"Still sure about not needing help?" $l_they murmurs close to your ear, amusement clear in $l_their voice.
You can feel the rumble of $l_their chuckle against your back, and heat creeps up your neck. Great. Just great. You push away from $l_them, determined to prove you can do this on your own.
"Yes," you huff, focusing on the dry floor ahead. Just a few more steps. You can do this.
"If you say so," $namel hums, staying close behind you. You can practically feel $l_their presence hovering, ready to catch you if you slip again.
Your pride might be intact, but somehow, this feels more embarrassing than if you had just accepted the piggyback ride in the first place.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "yes">>$namel lets out an amused snort, $l_their shoulders shaking with silent laughter. While some would be offended, $namel isn't. But then again, it's rare for the CEO to be really offended by anything.
"Give me some credit here. I might be shorter than you, but I've carried heavier things than you." $l_Their light gray eyes gleam with that playful spark you've grown familiar with. "Besides, it's not like we're going on a marathon. It's just to cross this mess safely."
"How do you know I didn't carry heavier stuff than you?" you narrow your eyes, but there's no real challenge in their depth.
Your eyes dart between $l_them and the wine-soaked floor, still unconvinced. From the corner of your eye, you catch Ekissa rolling $j_their eyes while carefully maneuvering around the puddles, and $namet watching the exchange with poorly hidden entertainment.
"Come on," $namel insists, patting $l_their own shoulder as $l_they adds with a cheeky wink thrown over $l_their shoulder. "I promise not to drop you. CEO's honor."
The way $l_they's crouching there, waiting patiently despite your hesitation, makes something warm flutter in your chest. It's such a simple gesture, but it's so... $l_them. Always ready to help you even for something so dumb like this current situation, always with that hint of playfulness that makes everything feel lighter.
You finally let out a defeated sigh. You really hope $l_they won't fall because not only would you have warned $l_them, but you two would look like idiots on the floor with $l_them crushed under you.
"If you drop me, I'm never letting you live it down," you warn, but there's no real heat in your voice. Carefully, you place your hands on $l_their shoulders, ready to climb on.
"Wouldn't dream of it," $l_they responds, and you can hear the smile in $l_their voice. "Now, shall we?"
Your arms loosely wrap around $l_their shoulders as $l_their hands secure themselves under your thighs and just this —$l_their hands here—is enough to set your body ablaze. You feel weirdly closer to the CEO, well, obviously you're on $l_their back but… the gesture, the attention and care. That could be seen as friendship and yet, you can't help but wonder if it's really friendship or something a little deeper than that.
"Hold on tight," $l_they warns before standing up smoothly, adjusting you on $l_their back like you weigh nothing. Your grip instinctively tightens around $l_their shoulders, your chest pressing closer against $l_them.
The short journey across the wet floor feels like an eternity. You're hyper-aware of every movement, every breath, every small adjustment $l_they makes to keep you secure. When $l_they finally sets you down on dry ground, you step back with the ghost of a smile.
"See? That wasn't so bad," $namel teases, $l_their gray eyes twinkling with amusement.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "yes">>$namel's mouth twitches into an amused smile, $l_their eyes crinkling at the corners. "I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure, $name. Come on, up you go."
You hesitate for another second before carefully wrapping your arms around $l_their neck, trying not to choke $l_them in the process. $l_Their hands grip under your thighs, and with a small grunt, $l_they lifts you up. The movement is so smooth you barely have time to adjust before $l_they's already walking.
"See? Not so bad," $l_they hums, $l_their thumbs gently rubbing circles where they hold you, the motion reassuring rather than inappropriate.
You try not to focus too much on the warmth seeping through your clothes where $l_their hands rest.
You catch Ekissa's eye roll from where $j_they's carefully tiptoeing around the mess, while $namet and Athiel are already ahead, probably heading to get cleaning supplies to help the staff. The woman is still gushing about how it's fine, they don't need to help, but $namet being $namet, $t_they's not having any of it.
"I could've walked," you mutter against $namel's shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of $l_their cologne. It's subtle but nice, something spicy and just $l_them.
"Sure you could've," $l_they agrees easily, navigating around the spilled wine. "But why risk it when I'm right here?"
There's something in $l_their voice, something soft and genuine that makes your chest feel a bit tight. It's these little moments, these small gestures of care, that make you question whether $l_they's truly the player you and others believe $l_them to be.
Before you can dwell on that thought too long, $l_they sets you down on dry ground, $l_their hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary to ensure you're steady.
"There we go, safe and sound," $l_they grins, that dimple on $l_their left cheek making an appearance.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "yes">>$l_They really didn't, but $l_their proposal is insistence enough in your book.
$l_Their cologne hits your nose—a blend of spice and something distinctly $l_them that makes your breath catch. You can feel the warmth of $l_their body seeping through $l_their black and white blouse, and suddenly, you're very aware of just how close you are.
"Comfortable?" $namel asks, and you can hear the smile in $l_their voice. Before you can answer, $l_they straightens up, adjusting $l_their hold on you. The movement brings you closer, your chest pressing against $l_their back.
"Show off," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, carefully making $j_their way around the spilled wine while holding the shopping basket.
$namel chuckles, the sound vibrating through $l_their back and into your chest. "Jealous, Eki'?"
"In your dreams, old $l_man," your best friend scoffs as if the $l_man just said something completely hilarious.
$namet and Athiel watch the scene with varying degrees of amusement, though they say nothing as $namel carries you past the mess on the floor. You can't help but notice how easily $l_they holds you, like you weigh nothing at all. It's... kind of impressive, actually. But then again, maybe you <i>do</i> weigh nothing at all for $l_them; with $l_their athletic, form it wouldn't be surprising.
When you reach the dry part of the floor, $namel slowly lowers you back to your feet. $l_Their hands linger from under your knees for a moment longer than necessary before letting go, and you pretend not to notice the warmth that spreads through your body at the contact.
"There we go," $l_they says, turning to face you with that dimpled smile of $l_theirs. "Safe and sound."
You smooth down your clothes, trying to act like your heart isn't racing from such a simple interaction.
"Thanks," you manage to say.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "no">>$namel straightens up with a small shrug, $l_their eyes watching you with curiosity. "If you're sure. Just be careful, alright?"
You nod, taking careful steps on the wet floor. The wine makes the tiles slippery, forcing you to move at a snail's pace. You can feel $namel hovering close, ready to catch you if needed, while Ekissa matches your careful pace a few steps ahead.
$namet and Athiel have already made it to the other side of the mess, their expensive shoes apparently better equipped for this situation. The staff is frantically mopping up the spill, still wearing that money-hungry grin as she keeps glancing at the two Melth.
"See?" you say, successfully navigating halfway through the wet zone. "I can manage just fi—"
Your foot suddenly slides forward, and your heart jumps into your throat. You're not going to die just because you slipped on wine and cracked your head on the floor, are you? That would be the most embarrassing death to explain.
Before you can fall, a hand grabs your elbow, steadying you before you can break something. You look up to find $namel right there, $l_their grip firm but gentle.
"You were saying?" $l_they teases, $l_their gray eyes twinkling with amusement.
You roll your eyes but don't shake off $l_their hand. "Okay, maybe I needed a little help. But just a little."
$l_They chuckles, keeping $l_their hold on you until you both reach dry ground. Ekissa shoots $namel a suspicious look when $l_they finally releases your arm but says nothing.
"Now that the excitement's over," $namet speaks up, checking $t_their watch. "Shall we continue shopping? We still have a list to get through."
You nod, trying to ignore how your skin still tingles where $namel's hand had been. Maybe you should've taken that piggyback ride after all—but no, you made your choice. You're independent; you don't need someone helping you walking on <i>wine</i>. Besides, you got through it just fine.
Mostly fine, anyway.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "no">>$namel watches you for a moment, assuring $l_themself you're being honest before $l_they nods while standing back up. "Alright, be careful, though."
"I'll be super careful," you say, lacking conviction as your eyes fixate on the floor while you take a cautious step forward.
You catch a glimpse of $l_their hand hovering near your elbow, ready to assist if you slip.
"If you two are done," Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, striding past you with no concern for the slippery floor.
Easy for $a_them to say that when $a_they's not the one having shitty shoes…
The model is followed by your best friend and the CFO, leaving you and $namel behind.
"You're sure you don't need help?" $namel says beside you, $l_their eyes sparkling with amusement. "Or are you too good to let this old $l_man take your hand?"
"My hand?" you blink in surprise.
The CEO doesn't wait for a response; $l_they gently takes your arm instead and resumes $l_their steps, with you following more steadily now thanks to $l_their support. "You prefer your arm?"
You respond with a simple "mmh," unsure of what else to say as you let $l_them guide you away from the slippery floor and back to safety.
The short journey across the wet floor feels like an eternity. Should you take $l_their hand instead? Keep it where it is on your arm? Pull $l_their hand away? Stupid questions swirl in your mind, but outside, you just stare at the floor as you walk with $l_them.
"See? That wasn't so bad," $namel teases, $l_their gray eyes twinkling with amusement as $l_they observes your careful, blank expression. You can only manage a non-committal hum in response. $l_They pulls away once $l_they's sure you're steady, but you already miss the warmth of $l_their hand.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "yes">>This is probably gonna be embarrassing… It can't be happening to you. Why would you accept this? It's not like you really need $l_their help. You can walk like a grown-ass man—and what if you fall, huh? It won't be the end of the world….
Watching $l_their broad back, waiting for your weight, your heart beats faster at the thought of being so close to $l_them. Your stubborn pride slowly crumbles as you clear your throat.
"Well... I mean..." The words stumble out as you glance at the others, waiting for either laughter or reassurance—you're not sure which one you'd prefer.
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes at your hesitation while $namet and Athiel pretend to be very interested in the wine bottles displayed nearby. With a defeated sigh, you reluctantly approach $namel and carefully climb onto $l_their back. Your arms loosely wrap around $l_their shoulders as $l_their hands secure themselves under your thighs. Just this —$l_their hands here—is enough to earn a grimace from you.
You're too close, and yet a part of you doesn't mind at all, the other part called ‘pride' does very much mind.
"Be fast," you mutter, trying to ignore how warm $l_their body feels against yours or how $l_their cologne tickles your nose—a mix of spice and something uniquely $l_them.
$namel lets out a soft laugh, the vibration from $l_their chest traveling through your body.
"Hold on tight," $l_they warns before standing up smoothly, adjusting you on $l_their back like you weigh nothing. Your grip instinctively tightens around $l_their shoulders, your chest pressing closer against $l_them and you're about to hide your face in $l_their neck but immediately stop yourself.
This is already embarrassing, you can't make it worse. Your bestie, somewhere behind you, sighs in both exasperation and fondness, knowing you too well to guess the turmoil you might have right now. $j_They doesn't say anything, though.
The short journey across the wet floor feels like an eternity. You're hyper-aware of every movement, every breath, every small adjustment $l_they makes to keep you secure. When $l_they finally sets you down on dry ground, you quickly step back, trying to hide how much flustered this whole thing made you.
"See? That wasn't so bad," $namel teases, $l_their gray eyes twinkling with amusement as $l_they watches your flustered state. You can only manage a non-committal hum in response, still processing the lingering warmth where your bodies touched.
Maybe... maybe sometimes it's okay to let go of pride, just a little bit. A tiny little bit. And rarely. Very rarely.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "shoulder">>That's the thing. You're not. You're not sure at all. You want to; your whole face screams that you want to. Does it mean you'll say it out loud? Nope. You have to remember; you're a manly $l_man. A virile one.
Your eyes linger on $l_their broad back, still presented to you as $l_they stays crouched down. A part of you is screaming to just get on $l_their back, to be fast and be done with it—another is holding you back because of your damn pride. The battle between want and pride is getting intense in your head, this is like a whole fiesta in there.
$namel doesn't move for a moment, still waiting. Then, with a deep sigh that sounds both exasperated and fond, $l_they stands up. "Alright, have it your wa—"
Before you can even process what's happening, the world tilts sideways. A startled yelp escapes your lips as you find yourself thrown over $l_their shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one of $l_their arms securing your legs.
"What the— Put me down!" you splutter, your face heating up as you dangle over $l_their shoulder. Your hands instinctively grab onto $l_their shirt to steady yourself.
"Nope," $namel says, popping the 'p' as $l_they starts walking. You can hear the smirk in $l_their voice. "You're too stubborn for your own good, and I'm not letting you slip and break something because of your pride."
From your upside-down position, you can see Ekissa trying—and failing—to hide $j_their snicker, $namet giving you privacy by looking at the shelf while Athiel doesn't even bother concealing $a_their grin.
"I can walk!" you protest, though it lacks conviction. Your face is burning from embarrassment, and you're painfully aware of the firm grip $l_they has on your legs.
"Sure you can," $namel agrees easily, still walking. "But this is faster, safer, and honestly? Much more entertaining."
You let out a groan of defeat, letting your body go limp over $l_their shoulder. There's no winning with this $l_man, is there?
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>You're a grown man, for fuck's sake. Sure, you might end up slipping on the wine-soaked floor with these useless "anti-slip" shoes, but still... your pride won't let you do that. Did you ever see a woman carrying a man because of <i>wine</i> on the floor or in general? No, because men have pride, and those who did… well, they probably have more balls than you.
Luna raises an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on her lips as she watches your internal struggle. Your eyes dart between her, the wet floor, and your traitorous shoes that somehow manage to look even more pathetic than before.
"I mean..." you start, then stop, then start again. "That'd be super weird, right? Like, really weird. And I'm not exactly..."
You gesture vaguely at yourself, trying to convey that you're not exactly lightweight compared to her small frame without actually saying it.
Athiel snorts from where $a_they's standing, and $namet seems to be fighting back a smile. Even Ekissa, who's been glaring daggers at Luna this whole time, looks somewhat entertained by your flustered state.
"I could just... walk very carefully?" you suggest weakly, taking an experimental step forward only to feel your foot slide slightly. You quickly grab onto the nearest shelf, your dignity taking another hit. "Or maybe crawl? That's totally normal, right? People crawl in supermarkets all the time."
Luna's shoulders shake with silent laughter, and you can't help but notice how the fluorescent store lights catch in her hair, making it shine like—no, nope, you're not going there. Focus on the problem at hand: mainly, how to cross this wine lake without either accepting Luna's offer or face-planting into the floor. It shouldn't be that hard. It's just <i>wine</i>.
"You know what?" you say, straightening up and trying to salvage what's left of your pride. "I think I'll just... stand here. Forever. This is my life now. I live in aisle seven."
"If you want to walk, it's your choice." The CEO raises her hands in surrender. "But are you sure…? I really don't mind, $name."
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*[["100% sure," you nod a bit too fast and too eagerly.|CP2C57L2.1.1]]
*[["Well… I mean…" you hesitate as you clear your throat. You reluctantly get on her back. "Be fast."|CP2C57L2.1.2]]
*[[You want to, really. You're just not ready to let go of this damn pride. "Yes," you say through gritted teeth. "I'm sure…."|CP2C57L2.1.3]]<<set $LcarryMC to "no">>Luna watches you carefully, her gaze searching the depths of yours. After a solid minute, she asks, "Is it because I'm a woman?"
That earns a collective almost inaudible gasp from the others, even those not part of your group. You stand there, blinking at her in barely contained shock. "What? No—"
"I'm kidding," she finally chuckles, shaking her head as she pats your arm gently. "Relax, you can walk on your own if that's what you want."
You sigh, feeling both relieved and slightly annoyed. You almost thought you'd have to explain yourself there. Her being a woman is part of it, but not the whole reason. She goes to the gym every day, keeping her athletic body in shape. You have no doubt she could carry you just fine if she wanted to.
Maybe it's pride, or maybe you just prefer to handle this alone. You've made your choice anyway.
Carefully, you make your way past the wine-soaked floor, mindful of each step. Your shoes might not be the most reliable, but you're determined to prove you can manage without assistance. The floor is slippery, making each step a calculated move, but you navigate it alright.
$namet and Athiel walk ahead, seemingly deep in conversation about something you can't quite catch. Ekissa trails behind you, muttering under $j_their breath about how Luna should mind her own business.
"You good there?" Luna calls out, already at the end of the wine puddle. She's leaning against a shelf, that teasing smirk still playing on her lips as she watches your careful progress.
"Perfect," you reply dryly, finally reaching stable ground. Your shoes might have a few more droplets of wine on them, but at least you made it across without embarrassing yourself. The small victory feels worth it, even if it took longer than necessary.
Luna pushes off the shelf with a light chuckle. "Well, can't say I didn't offer. Come on, we still have shopping to do."
The incident slowly fades into background noise as you all continue your shopping trip, though you can't help but notice the staff still frantically cleaning up the mess behind you.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "yes">>Luna's eyes spark with challenge, that familiar competitive glint you've seen whenever someone doubts her capabilities. Not as fierce as Ekissa but very much here.
"Oh? You think I can't handle your height?" Her lips curve into a playful smirk as she turns her back to you, already crouching slightly. "Try me."
You glance around, catching $namet hiding an amused smile behind $l_their hand while Athiel just shakes $l_their head, probably used to Luna's antics by now. Ekissa, on the other hand, rolls $l_their eyes so hard you worry they might get stuck.
"Come on, up you go," Luna insists, looking over her shoulder at you. "Unless you're scared?"
That little taunt shouldn't work on you, but it does. With a resigned sigh that doesn't quite hide your own amusement, you carefully position yourself. The moment you wrap your arms around her shoulders, she secures her grip under your thighs and stands up like you weigh nothing more than a feather.
"See?" she says triumphantly, adjusting her hold. "Told ya."
The height difference makes it a bit awkward, your feet nearly touch the ground, but Luna's grip is steady and sure. You can feel the strength in her arms, the way she's perfectly balanced despite having to carry someone taller than her.
"Show off," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, but there's a hint of reluctant respect in $j_their tone.
Luna just grins, carefully maneuvering around the wine puddle with you safely perched on her back. "Never doubt a woman who can deadlift twice her body weight, darling."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "yes">>Luna's lips quirk up in amusement, gray eyes twinkling with mirth. "I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure. C'mon, hop on."
She turns her back to you and slightly bends her knees, waiting. You hesitate for a second before carefully placing your hands on her shoulders. Before you can change your mind, Luna hooks her arms under your thighs and lifts you up with ease.
"See? Light as a feather," she chuckles, adjusting her grip.
You can't help but laugh softly at the situation, though your cheeks warm up when you notice the curious glances from other customers. Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes even if you catch the small smile tugging at $j_their lips.
"Show off," $j_they mutters under $j_their breath.
"Just jealous I didn't offer you a ride," Luna teases as she starts walking carefully through the wine puddle, her athletic build making it seem effortless.
$namet and Athiel exchange amused looks while following behind, the older $l_man carrying your shopping basket. The staff member is already mopping the floor, still wearing that overly bright smile.
"I can walk perfectly fine on my own," Ekissa retorts, carefully making $j_their way across the wet floor.
"Sure you can, darling." Once you're all past the wine incident, Luna gently sets you down. "There we go, safe and sound."
"Thanks," you say with a sheepish smile, straightening your clothes.
"Anytime," she winks, then turns to continue shopping like she didn't just casually carry you through the store.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "yes">>Without wasting another beat, you hop onto Luna's back, wrapping your arms around her shoulders as she hooks her hands under your thighs. You can feel the solid muscles of her back against your chest, all those hours at the gym definitely paid off.
A triumphant grin spreads across Luna's face while Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes so hard you worry they might get stuck. $namet and Athiel share an amused look, and you catch the slight shake of $namet's head, though there's a ghost of a smile on $t_their lips.
"Comfortable up there, your highness?" Luna teases, adjusting her grip to secure you better. The warmth of her hands seeps through your clothes, and you can smell her familiar perfume, a mix of spice and something distinctly Luna.
"Like royalty on their throne," you joke back, earning a snort from Athiel.
Luna navigates through the wine puddles with surprising grace, her steps careful but confident. The staff member's still frantically mopping, throwing occasional starstruck glances at $namet and Athiel. You catch her doing a double-take at the sight of you riding piggyback, but honestly? You couldn't care less.
"Y'all are ridiculous," Ekissa mutters, carefully tiptoeing around the mess while clutching the shopping basket like it might save $j_them from falling.
"Says the one walking like they're on a tightrope," you call out, making Luna chuckle beneath you.
The vibration of her laugh travels through your chest, and you can't help but grin. Maybe it's silly, being carried around a supermarket like this, but there's something freeing about not giving a damn what others think. Besides, Luna's strong enough to carry you without breaking a sweat, and you're having way too much fun watching Ekissa pretend $j_they's not jealous of your wine-free transportation method.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "no">>Luna straightens up with a small shrug, her eyes watching you with curiosity. "If you're sure. Just be careful, alright?"
You nod, taking careful steps on the wet floor. The wine makes the tiles slippery, forcing you to move at a snail's pace. You can feel Luna hovering close, ready to catch you if needed, while Ekissa matches your careful pace a few steps ahead.
$namet and Athiel have already made it to the other side of the mess, their expensive shoes apparently better equipped for this situation. The staff is frantically mopping up the spill, still wearing that money-hungry grin as she keeps glancing at the two Melth.
"See?" you say, successfully navigating halfway through the wet zone. "I can manage just fi—"
Your foot suddenly slides forward, and your heart jumps into your throat. You're not going to die just because you slipped on wine and cracked your head on the floor, are you? That would be the most embarrassing death to explain.
Before you can fall, a hand grabs your elbow, steadying you before you can break something. You look up to find Luna right there, her grip firm but gentle.
"You were saying?" she teases, her gray eyes twinkling with amusement.
You roll your eyes but don't shake off her hand. "Okay, maybe I needed a little help. But just a little."
She chuckles, keeping $l_their hold on you until you both reach dry ground. Ekissa shoots Luna a suspicious look when she finally releases your arm but says nothing.
"Now that the excitement's over," $namet speaks up, checking $t_their watch. "Shall we continue shopping? We still have a list to get through."
You nod, trying to ignore how your skin still tingles where Luna's hand had been. Maybe you should've taken that piggyback ride after all—but no, you made your choice. You're independent; you don't need someone helping you walking on <i>wine</i>. Besides, you got through it just fine.
Mostly fine, anyway.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "no">>You're pretty sure you look ridiculous, but it's still better than the alternative of being carried around like a koala in the middle of the store.
Luna gives you that knowing look, the one that says she sees right through your bravado, but mercifully doesn't push the issue. Instead, she shrugs, the movement casual and fluid. "Suit yourself. But if you need help, feel free to ask me."
You take another careful step, feeling like you're attempting to cross a tightrope rather than navigate a wine-soaked floor. Your shoes make a squelching sound that shouldn't be possible given their supposed "anti-slip" properties. At this point, you're convinced these shoes were designed by someone who actively hated feet.
"This is ridiculous," Ekissa mutters from somewhere behind you, probably watching your pathetic attempt at maintaining both balance and dignity. "Just walk normally."
"Easy for you to say," you grumble, even though Ekissa's shoes are just as useless as yours. "You're not the one doing the moonwalk against their will."
Luna snickers, and you shoot her a half-hearted glare that probably looks more like a desperate plea for help. But no, you're sticking to your guns here. You'd rather spend the next hour inching your way across this floor like a particularly uncoordinated penguin than admit you might have made the wrong choice.
<i>Pride is a funny thing</i>. But you're not gonna make Luna carry you. She might have an athletic body, you're not letting her do that.
You nearly lose your balance for the third time in as many steps. It's probably going to be the death of you one day. Or at least, the cause of some very embarrassing bruises and a wine-stained outfit.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "yes">>Your pride is screaming at you to refuse, but your survival instinct—and those absolutely useless shoes—is making a compelling argument. After a moment of internal debate that feels like it lasts forever, you finally cave in.
With a defeated sigh that sounds more dramatic than necessary, you reluctantly approach Luna.
"Be fast," you mutter, your neck burning as you carefully climb onto her back. Your hands awkwardly hover around her shoulders before settling there, trying to maintain some sort of dignity; which is pretty much impossible at this point.
Luna adjusts her grip on your thighs, and you try very hard not to think about how strong she feels or how easily she lifted you, like you're just a small weight she lifts every day at the gym.
"Hold on tight, your majesty," she teases, and you can hear the smirk in her voice without having to see it.
Ekissa makes a gagging noise that has Athiel hiding $a_their laugh behind a cough, while $namet just shakes $t_their head with that small smile of $t_theirs. The staff member is still there, watching the whole scene with barely concealed amusement, and you wish the floor would just swallow you whole.
"If anyone asks, this never happened," you whisper-hiss into Luna's ear, tightening your grip slightly as she starts walking. "This stays between us, got it?"
"Oh, absolutely," Luna agrees way too cheerfully. "I would never tell anyone about how you rode me piggyback style through a supermarket because you were afraid of slipping on some wine."
You groan, burying your burning face in her shoulder. "I hate you."
"No, you don't," she sing-songs, carefully maneuvering through the wet area. "You love me enough to trust me with your life right now."
"That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"
"Says the one who was ready to live in aisle seven forever?"
"...Whatever."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $LcarryMC to "no">>Luna's knowing smile only makes it worse. She can probably read the internal war happening in your head like an open book. Your pride is screaming at you to keep refusing, while your common sense is begging you to just take the help already.
"Mmhmm," she hums, clearly not buying it. She stays there, patient, that amused glint still dancing in her eyes as she watches you have your little crisis.
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes so hard you're worried they might get stuck. "For fuck's sake, just–"
"I said I'm sure!" you cut $j_them off, maybe a bit too defensively. You take another careful step, your shoes squeaking against the wet floor. The sound might as well be your dignity crying.
$namet and Athiel exchange looks—the kind that speaks volumes without saying a word. You pretend not to notice, just like you pretend not to notice how ridiculous you must look right now, inching your way across the floor like you're walking on a tightrope.
Your pride might be intact, but at what cost? You're pretty sure you look like a penguin trying to navigate a skating rink. And Luna's still there, watching you with that infuriating patience, probably already knowing you're going to regret this decision in about... oh, three seconds?
But you've committed now. There's no turning back. Even if your shoes are practically begging to betray you at any moment, and even if Luna's offer is looking more and more tempting with each precarious step.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>The thought alone makes you squirm internally.
And yet... a traitorous part of your mind can't help but consider it. $namet's broad shoulders look sturdy enough, and you've seen how easily $t_they carries heavy stuff at work, especially that large plant $t_they helped someone move to their office the other day. Plus, the floor is <i>really</i> slippery...
No. Nope. Your masculinity is on the line here. Even if a tiny voice in your head whispers that it might actually be nice to— You shake your head, trying to silence that thought.
"I can walk on my own," you add, though your voice lacks conviction. Your shoes squeak against the wet floor as if to mock your declaration, and you pretend not to notice the knowing look Athiel shoots your way.
$namet hasn't moved an inch, still waiting patiently. $t_Their offer stands, silent but present, making your resolve waver with each passing second. "Are you sure?"
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*[["100% sure," you nod a bit too fast and too eagerly.|CP2C57T1.1.1]]
*[["Well… I mean…" you hesitate as you clear your throat. You reluctantly climb on his back after a moment of deliberation. "Be fast."|CP2C57T1.1.2]]
*[[You want to, really. You're just not ready to let go of this damn pride. "Yes," you say through gritted teeth. "I'm sure…."|CP2C57T1.1.3]]<<set $TcarryMC to "no">>$namet doesn't insist, standing up and giving you a short nod. "Okay. Be careful."
Keeping $t_their back to you, $t_they sidesteps to clear the way and waits for you to go first, $t_their hand twitching as if ready to steady you if you waver at all.
$namet keeps $t_their face turned away, and you can't help but notice how $t_their shoulders tense slightly at your refusal. There's something criminally adorable about it—something that tempts you to just agree and climb on $t_their back to see that subtle smile of $t_theirs.
The dimly lit hallway seems to stretch endlessly ahead, with puddles of spilled wine dotting the marble floor like a treacherous obstacle course.
You take careful steps forward, your shoes squeaking against the slick surface. The sound of Ekissa's footsteps and quiet splashes echoes behind you, accompanied by $namet's measured breathing as $t_they hovers nearby, close enough for you to hear it. $t_Their presence, though subtle, makes you hyper-aware of every move you make. Each careful step feels amplified, the tension in the air wrapping around you like a cocoon.
"Careful," $t_they murmurs when your foot slides slightly on a particularly wet spot.
$t_Their hand ghosts near your elbow but doesn't touch, respecting your earlier rejection while still staying close enough to catch you if needed. You can't help but feel a mix of pride and slight amusement at $t_their protective behavior. Sure, maybe you're being stubborn, but you've handled worse situations than some slippery floor.
Still, there's something endearing about how $t_they keeps pace with you, $t_their usual stoic expression replaced by subtle concern every time you take a slightly wobbly step.
"See? I got this," you say, successfully navigating around another wine puddle.
$namet only responds with a quiet hum, but you swear you catch the ghost of a smile tugging at $t_their lips.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>$namet stays still, not moving from $t_their crouched position. A soft huff escapes $t_them—wait, was that amusement? "I won't fall. I'm stronger than I look."
You bite your lower lip, still hesitating. Sure, $t_they might be stronger than $t_they looks, but you're not exactly feather-light. After a moment of internal debate, you carefully place your hands on $t_their shoulders. "If you feel like I'm too heavy, just tell me, okay?"
"Just get on," $t_they says, $t_their voice carrying a hint of exasperation.
Carefully, you wrap your arms around $t_their neck—not too tight, you don't want to choke $t_them—and hop onto $t_their back. $t_Their hands immediately secure themselves under your thighs, and $t_they stands up with surprising ease.
You hold back a surprised squeak when $t_they adjusts $t_their grip, bringing you higher on $t_their back. The movement is smooth, controlled, showing no sign of strain. Okay, maybe $t_they really is stronger than $t_they looks.
$namet navigates through the wine-covered floor with precise steps, $t_their movements steady despite carrying you. You can feel the muscles of $t_their back shift against your chest with each step, and you're hit with the realization of just how close you are—literally touching.
The journey is short but feels longer with how aware you are of every movement, every breath. When you finally reach the dry part of the floor, $namet carefully lowers $t_themself to let you slide off $t_their back.
"See?" $t_they says quietly, straightening up and adjusting $t_their shirt. "We didn't fall."
You can't help but notice the slight upturn at the corner of $t_their mouth before $t_they turns away.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>$namet remains silent for a moment, still crouched down. You notice $t_their ears turning slightly red, yet $t_their posture doesn't waver.
"I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure," $t_they says quietly, $t_their voice steady despite $t_their obvious embarrassment.
With a small sigh—more from your own nervousness than anything else—you carefully place your hands on $t_their shoulders. $t_They's warm under your touch, and you can feel the firmness of $t_their muscles even through $t_their shirt.
When you hesitate, $t_they reaches back to guide your legs around $t_their waist.
"Hold tight," $t_they warns before standing up in one fluid motion.
Your breath catches as $t_they adjusts $t_their grip under your thighs, and you instinctively wrap your arms a bit tighter around $t_their shoulders. You're close enough to catch a whiff of $t_their cologne—something subtle and woody.
$namet navigates through the wine-slicked floor with careful steps, $t_their movements deliberate and steady. You try to make yourself as light as possible, though you know it's impossible and useless.
The silence between you is comfortable, broken only by the distant chatter of other people and the soft sound of $t_their footsteps.
When you reach the dry area, $namet slowly lowers $t_themself to let you down. Your hands linger on $t_their shoulders for a moment as you find your footing, and you catch a glimpse of pink still dusting $t_their ears before $t_they straightens up and clears $t_their throat.
"There," $t_they says simply, $t_their eyes meeting yours briefly before darting away again, and you can't help but find $t_their shy demeanor endearing.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>Your action seems to catch $t_them off guard for a split second—his shoulders tensing briefly under your touch—before $t_they relaxes and adjusts $t_their position.
$t_Their hands reach back to secure your legs as you hop onto $t_their back, eliciting a soft sigh from you at how warm $t_their hands feel through the fabric of your jeans. $t_They stands up smoothly, like your weight is nothing to $t_them, and you instinctively tighten your hold around $t_their shoulders to steady yourself.
"Hold on," $t_they murmurs, $t_their deep voice vibrating through $t_their back and against your chest.
As $namet navigates through the wet floor, you catch Athiel's amused expression and Ekissa's raised eyebrow as if wondering what the fuck $j_their bestie is doing—though you make your best to ignore $j_their reaction. There's nothing to see, just two <i>friends</i> helping each other… obviously.
The staff member is still there, watching the scene with barely concealed interest—probably adding this to her collection of 'rich people moments' stories. She even offers you a bright smile when she notices you on $namet's back. Once again, you ignore them all.
You can smell $namet's cologne from this close—something woody and subtle that somehow fits $t_them perfectly. $t_Their hair occasionally brushes against your cheek as $t_they walks, and you notice it's softer than it looks.
When you finally reach the dry floor, $namet carefully lowers $t_themself to let you down. Your hands linger on $t_their shoulders for a moment longer than necessary as you slide off $t_their back, your feet touching the safe, dry floor.
"Thanks for the ride," you say, straightening your clothes.
$namet just nods, $t_their expression unreadable as ever, but there's a subtle softness in $t_their eyes that wasn't there before.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "no">>$namet straightens back up without a word, and you notice the slight tension leaving $t_their shoulders. Whether it's from relief or something else, you're not quite sure.
You take careful steps, walking like you're trying to cross a frozen lake in the middle of winter. The fluorescent lights overhead reflect off the wet floor, making it look even more treacherous than it probably is.
Athiel walks ahead, followed by $namel, probably to make sure there aren't any other hazards waiting to ambush you all, while Ekissa kind of… penguin-walks beside you. It's kind of amusing watching $j_them try to maintain $j_their dignity while basically sliding across the floor.
You catch $j_them almost losing $j_their balance once or twice, but $j_they manages to play it off smoothly each time.
$namet stays close behind, $t_their presence steady and watchful. You can practically feel $t_their eyes on you, ready to catch you if you slip. It's both comforting and slightly unnerving, especially since you can't see $t_their expression.
The sound of your careful footsteps echoes in the aisle, mixing with the generic supermarket music playing overhead.
And finally, <i>finally</i>, after what feels like an eternity of playing 'don't slip and die,' you reach the dry section of the floor.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, and Ekissa does the same beside you. The tension in your shoulders eases as you return to normal walking, leaving behind the wet floor adventure.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "no">>Your head bobs up and down like one of those dashboard bobbleheads, and you immediately regret being so obvious about your internal panic.
$namet stays still for a moment longer, and you swear you catch the slightest twitch at the corner of $t_their mouth. But it's gone so fast you might have imagined it. $t_They finally stands up, $t_their tall frame unfolding smoothly as $t_they straightens.
"Alright," $t_they says simply, something in $t_their tone makes you think $t_they doesn't quite believe your enthusiasm.
You take a determined step forward to prove your point, only for your foot to slide slightly on the wet floor. Your heart jumps to your throat, but you manage to catch yourself before making a complete fool of yourself. Still, you notice how $namet's hand had instinctively shot out to catch you, hovering near your elbow before dropping back to $t_their side.
"I got this," you insist, even as you take baby steps that would make a penguin look graceful. Your shoes make embarrassing squeaking noises with each careful movement, and you're pretty sure you hear Ekissa trying—and failing—to hold back a snicker.
You focus intently on each step, watching your feet like they might betray you at any moment—which, let's be honest, they probably will. The floor might as well be an ice rink at this point, and you're definitely not dressed for figure skating.
But your pride is at stake here. You'd rather slip and fall face-first than admit that maybe, just maybe, $namet's offer wasn't so ridiculous after all. Even if your dance across the wet floor probably looks like a very sad attempt at moonwalking.
You catch Athiel shaking $a_their head from the corner of your eye, but you pretend not to notice. You've committed to this now, and by god, you're going to waddle your way across this floor like the proud, independent person you are—even if it takes you all day.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>Your eyes dart around, catching Ekissa's amused smirk and Athiel's raised eyebrow. The wet floor gleams menacingly under the fluorescent lights, practically daring you to try walking on it.
Pride and practicality wage a brief war in your head before practicality wins by a landslide. With a defeated sigh that sounds more dramatic than necessary, you shuffle closer to $namet's crouched form. Pride be damn.
"Very fast," you mutter, trying to maintain some dignity as you carefully position yourself on $t_their back. Your hands hesitantly rest on $t_their shoulders, and you're immediately struck by how solid they feel under your palms.
$namet adjusts $t_their grip on your thighs with surprising gentleness, and you try not to think too hard about how easily $t_they lifts you up. The motion is smooth, practiced—like $t_they's done this a hundred times before. Which, knowing $t_them, $t_they probably hasn't.
Your face burns when you catch the knowing grin the staff member throws your way. Even $namel seems entertained by the whole situation. You resist the urge to bury your face in $namet's shoulder, though the temptation is strong.
"Hold on properly," $namet instructs, $t_their voice vibrating through $t_their back and against your chest. You tighten your grip slightly, trying to find a balance between holding on securely and not completely clinging to $t_them like a koala.
The scent of $t_their cologne—something woody and subtle—fills your nose as $t_they starts walking. Each step is careful and measured, and you find yourself relaxing despite your earlier protests. Your initial embarrassment slowly fades into a grudging acceptance of the situation.
And frankly? It's better than falling face-first in front of everyone. Even your pride has to admit that much.
Once you reach dry ground, $namet slowly crouches down again, letting you slide off $t_their back with the same care $t_they used to pick you up. The loss of $t_their warmth is immediate, and you try not to dwell on how... nice it actually felt. $t_Their ears look slightly pink as $t_they straightens up, but $t_they's already turning away, focusing on the shopping list in $t_their hand as if nothing happened.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "shoulder">>You want to accept $t_their offer so badly it's almost embarrassing. The logical part of your brain screams that it's the safest option—these shoes are a hazard waiting to happen. But there's this stubborn pride that clutches at your chest, refusing to let go.
$namet merely hums in response, a low sound that somehow manages to convey both understanding and disapproval. Before you can process what's happening, $t_they's standing up—and in one fluid motion that leaves you breathless, $t_they hoists you up and over $t_their shoulder like you weigh nothing more than a bag of groceries.
"H-Hey!" you splutter, your face burning hot enough to fry an egg. Your hands instinctively grab onto $t_their brown sweater, and you can feel the firm muscles of $t_their back through the fabric. "Put me down!"
"No," comes $t_their simple reply, adjusting $t_their grip to make sure you're secure. "You're being unnecessarily difficult."
You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat when you catch Athiel's amused smirk. Ekissa, at least, has the decency to look away, though you swear you see $j_their shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
"This is so embarrassing," you mutter, hiding your face against $namet's back. Your pride lies in shambles around you, but you can't deny that being carried by $namet feels... nice. Not that you'll ever admit it out loud.
"Your safety is more important than your pride," $namet states matter-of-factly, starting to walk carefully across the wet floor. $t_Their grip on you is firm but gentle, and despite your initial protests, you find yourself relaxing against $t_them.
You're grateful $t_they can't see your face right now, sometimes you really hate how easily $t_they can read through your stubbornness—and how easily $t_they can break through it too.
Once you reach the dry area, $namet gently sets you down, $t_their hands lingering on your waist for a moment longer than necessary to ensure you're steady. The loss of contact leaves you feeling strangely cold, and you have to resist the urge to lean back into $t_their warmth.
"There," $t_they says simply, straightening $t_their jacket. "Was that so terrible?"
You don't answer. You lost enough pride as it is.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>You glance at the others, finding Ekissa typing on $j_their phone while $namel watches the staff member clean with that same sheepish smile, throwing some ‘sorry' as $l_they walks past the woman. Athiel, though... that $a_man has the audacity to smirk at you.
The internal battle is real. Would it be weird? Super weird? Like, mega weird? You've never been carried by someone smaller than you. Hell, you've rarely been carried at all since you were a kid. The concept itself seems foreign, almost... wrong?
Your gaze trails back to Tracee's crouched form. She's still waiting, patient as ever, her back turned to you as if she knows you're having an existential crisis over a simple piggyback ride.
"You're overthinking," Athiel points out, $a_their smirk growing wider. "Just get on her back."
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>"Not a word," you retort with a sigh.<<else>>You shoot $a_them a glare. "Shut up."<</if>>
But $a_they's right—you are overthinking. It's just a piggyback ride. Through a wet floor. In a supermarket. With people watching. With a woman smaller than you offering to carry you.
...Yeah, no. "I'm good."
Tracee doesn't move when she replies. "Are you sure?"
----
*[["100% sure," you nod a bit too fast and too eagerly.|CP2C57T2.1.1]]
*[["Well… I mean…" you hesitate as you clear your throat. You reluctantly get on her back. "Be fast."|CP2C57T2.1.2]]
*[[You want to, really. You're just not ready to let go of this damn pride. "Yes," you say through gritted teeth. "I'm sure…."|CP2C57T2.1.3]]<<set $TcarryMC to "no">>Tracee stands up, her face unreadable as always. She gives you a sharp nod before stepping aside, giving you space to walk. You catch Ekissa's gaze who only raises an eyebrow at you. Athiel busies $a_themself with $a_their phone while $namel watches the scene with a knowing smile.
With careful steps, you start making your way through the puddle of wine. The strong smell of alcohol tickles your nose, making you scrunch it. Your shoes make a squeaking sound against the wet floor, and you can feel eyes on you, watching your every move.
One step. Then another. You're doing great actually, maybe they were worried for nothing—
Your foot slips.
Before you can face-plant on the floor though, a hand grabs your arm, steadying you. You look up to find Tracee next to you, her grip firm but not painful.
"I won't carry you," she says flatly. "But at least let me help you walk."
You can only nod, grateful for the help as she guides you through the remaining wet floor. Once you're both on dry ground, she lets go of your arm and steps away.
"See?" you say with a satisfied grin. "I did it."
Tracee only hums, but you swear you catch the tiniest upturn of her lips before she turns away.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>Tracee simply lets out a quiet snort at your concern, adjusting her crouching position.
"I won't fall." Her tone remains as stoic as ever, but there's an edge of amusement in it.
"If you say so..." you mutter, still hesitant as you carefully climb onto her back. Your arms loosely wrap around her shoulders while she hooks her hands under your thighs.
The moment she stands up, you instinctively tighten your hold, surprised by how steady she is despite the height and weight difference.
$namel chuckles at the sight, while Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes and continues to carefully make $j_their way across the wet floor. Athiel merely observes with $a_their usual arrogant flair.
Tracee navigates through the wine puddle with practiced ease, her steps sure and measured. You can feel the strength in her shoulders, realizing that despite her smaller frame, she's far stronger than she appears.
The walk is brief but somehow feels longer, probably because you're hyper-aware of every step she takes.
When you finally reach the dry area of the floor, she carefully lets you down. You smooth out your clothes, trying to play it cool even though you can feel the lingering warmth where your bodies touched.
"See? I didn't fall," Tracee states matter-of-factly, already turning away to continue shopping as if she hadn't just carried someone taller than her across a wine-soaked floor.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>She doesn't move from her crouched position, and you can swear you see her shoulders tense just slightly.
"I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure," she says in that matter-of-fact tone of hers.
You glance at the others, catching $namel's amused smile and Athiel's raised eyebrow. Ekissa just shrugs at you before carefully making $j_their way across the wet floor.
With a resigned sigh—because really, who are you to refuse when she insists?—you carefully climb onto her back.
Your breath catches when she stands up in one fluid motion, her hands secure under your thighs, making you wrap your arms around her shoulders, trying not to hold too tight.
"See? Not falling," she comments dryly, but there's something in her voice that sounds almost... pleased?
She carries you across the wine-soaked floor with steady steps, seemingly unbothered by your weight. You can't help but notice how warm she is, or how her hair smells faintly of coconut.
It's... nice, actually. Really nice.
When you reach the dry area, Tracee carefully lets you down. You step back, clearing your throat and trying to ignore how your cheeks feel warm.
"Thanks," you manage to say, watching as she straightens her brown sweater with precise movements.
She just nods, already turning towards where the others are waiting. But you catch it—that quick glance she throws your way, so fast you almost miss it. And maybe you're imagining things, but you could swear her ears look a bit red.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>She really didn't but neither of you points that out.
She stands up smoothly, as if your weight means nothing to her. Her hands secure themselves under your thighs, and you can't help but notice how warm they are against your skin—wait, why are you even noticing that?
"Hold on tight," she warns, her voice low enough that only you can hear.
You tighten your grip slightly, careful not to choke her. The scent of her perfume hits your nose—something woody and subtle. It's... nice.
From your new vantage point, you catch Ekissa's raised eyebrow and $namel's amused smile. Athiel just looks bored, checking $a_their phone as if this whole situation isn't worth $a_their attention.
Tracee navigates through the wine puddle with careful steps, her movements steady and sure. The store's fluorescent lights catch on her watch, reminding you of the earlier interaction with the staff member.
Money really does make people act different.
"Almost there," Tracee mutters, and you feel the rumble of her voice against your chest.
When you reach the dry floor, she slowly crouches down again, letting you slide off her back. Your feet touch the ground, and you take a step back, adjusting your clothes.
"Thanks for the ride," you say, trying to play it cool even though your heart is doing weird things in your chest. Maybe it's from the height. Yeah, that must be it.
Tracee straightens up, running a hand through her hair. "Anytime." She pauses, then adds, "Though preferably not in a wine puddle next time."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "no">>Tracee studies you for a moment before rising back to her full height with a curt nod. She doesn't insist, respecting your decision, but she does stay close as your group carefully maneuvers through the wine-soaked floor.
You take careful, calculated steps, your shoes squeaking against the slippery surface. The strong scent of wine fills your nostril, strong enough that makes you wrinkle your nose.
$namel walks ahead with Ekissa, your best friend moving at a snail's pace, while Athiel trails behind you with a click of $a_their tongue at the slow pace.
Your shoes slip once, just slightly, but before you can even process the movement, Tracee's hand shoots out to steady your elbow. Her grip is firm but not uncomfortable, and she doesn't let go until you're both sure you've found your footing again.
"Careful," she mutters, her usual stoic expression barely hiding what looks like concern.
After what feels like an eternity of strategic stepping and occasional wobbling, your group finally reaches dry ground. The collective sigh of relief is almost comical, even Tracee's shoulders seem to relax slightly.
The staff member is already mopping up the mess, still wearing that money-hungry smile as she occasionally glances at your group. You can't help but shake your head slightly at how quickly her attitude changed when she spotted those expensive watches.
"Well," Ekissa breaks the silence, adjusting $j_their grip around the shopping basket with a drawl. "That was fun."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "no">>Your pride won't let you get on her back, no matter how practical it might be.
Tracee straightens up with a small shrug, her face as unreadable as ever. "Suit yourself."
You watch as she makes her way around the wet floor with practiced ease, joining the others on the dry side. Now it's your turn, and suddenly, the wine-covered floor looks a lot more threatening than before.
Taking a deep breath, you start your careful journey across the slippery surface. One step, then another. So far, so good. You can do this. You're a grown man, after all. Who needs a piggyback ride when you've got—
Your foot slides.
Your heart jumps to your throat as you windmill your arms, trying to keep your balance. In that split second, you see Athiel's and Ekissa's amused expression, $namel's concerned face, and Tracee's raised eyebrow.
By some miracle—or sheer stubbornness—you manage to stay upright. Your dignity, however, takes quite the hit as you practically penguin-walk the rest of the way.
When you finally reach the dry floor, Athiel slow claps. "Bravo. That was quite the performance."
"Shut up," you mutter, feeling your face burn. You straighten your clothes, trying to salvage what's left of your pride.
"That took longer than if you'd just accepted the ride," Tracee comments dryly, though her expression softens when she looks at you before she walks ahead with the others.
You can't help but think she might have been right, but you'll never admit it out loud. At least you made it across without falling—that's a win in your book, even if it wasn't the most graceful crossing.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>Your eyes dart around, noticing how Athiel's smirk grows wider—that bastard—while Ekissa just rolls $j_their eyes, still focused on $j_their phone. With a deep breath that does nothing to calm your nerves, you reluctantly approach Tracee, carefully climbing onto her back.
The moment she stands up with you, you realize two things: one, she's stronger than she looks, and two, this is actually kind of nice? Your arms wrap around her shoulders, probably a bit too tight, but she doesn't comment on it. Her hands secure your thighs, and you try—really try—not to think about how intimate this position is.
"Comfortable?" she asks, and you swear there's a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Just... just go," you mumble into her shoulder, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. You can practically feel Athiel's shit-eating grin burning holes in your back.
Tracee navigates through the wet floor with surprising grace, her steps sure and steady. The staff member is still cleaning, sneaking glances at your little group—especially at you being carried by someone smaller. You sink further into Tracee's back, wishing you could disappear.
When she finally reaches the dry part of the floor, she carefully lets you down. Your feet touch the ground, and you step back quickly, adjusting your clothes even though they don't need adjusting.
"Thanks," you manage to say, still avoiding eye contact.
"Anytime," she responds simply, and you pretend not to notice how the corner of her lips twitches upward.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<set $TcarryMC to "yes">>But Tracee doesn't move, and neither does that knowing look Athiel keeps sending your way. You can practically feel your pride crumbling with each passing second, especially when you almost slip trying to take a step back.
"Just get on," Athiel sighs, pushing you forward slightly. "We don't have all day."
You want to. God knows you want to experience being carried just once by this stoic woman. But your pride... that damn pride of yours keeps screaming at you that you're a man, that men don't get carried, especially not by someone smaller than them.
Another slip.
"Fine!" you burst out, your face burning. "Fine. Just... make it quick."
You carefully climb on Tracee's back, your heart thundering in your chest when she stands up with ease. Your arms wrap around her shoulders instinctively, and you try to ignore how nice it feels to be carried.
"See?" Athiel's voice drips with amusement. "Was it that hard?"
"Shut up," you mumble into Tracee's shoulder, refusing to look at anyone.
The journey across the wet floor is quick, just as you asked. Tracee's steps are sure and steady, and before you know it, she's setting you down on dry ground. You scramble off her back, probably faster than necessary, your face still burning.
"Thanks," you mutter, straightening your clothes and trying to salvage what's left of your dignity.
Tracee just nods, her expression unreadable as always, but you swear there's a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>$a_Their amber eyes narrow into slits, a mocking and sharp laugh leaving $a_their lips as $a_they crosses $a_their arms. "As if I'm letting you climb on my back. You can slip and fall for all I care."
You sigh in defeat; here you thought $a_they would take you on $a_their back and whisper sweet words to you.
Despite $a_their words, when you take a tentative step forward, $a_their pinky sneakily brushes against yours. You doubt $a_their pinky will do much if you fall, but oh well. Your lips twitch, fighting back a smile at $a_their subtle way of showing $a_they cares.
For someone who acts like they couldn't care less, $a_their actions always betray $a_them.
"Careful," $namet warns from behind, $t_their voice carrying that parental tone $t_they often uses.
You feel Athiel's pinky hook with yours as you both navigate through the wet floor, your shoes making small squeaking sounds against the tiles. The sound of the staff member cleaning echoes in the background, along with $namel's constant stream of apologies.
"I swear to god," Ekissa mutters ahead of you, carefully stepping over a particularly wet spot. "If either of you slip–"
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Then what?" you challenge, your free hand dramatically posed on your chest. "You'll laugh?"<<else>>"Then what?" you lift an eyebrow. "You'll laugh?"<</if>>
"Obviously."
A chuckle escapes you, but it quickly turns into a small yelp when your foot slides slightly. Athiel's hand immediately catches yours fully, $a_their grip firm yet gentle.
"Told you so," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue, but $a_their hold doesn't waver. If anything, it tightens just a bit.
You notice how $a_their thumb absently strokes your knuckles, probably without $a_them even realizing it. And after what feels like an eternity of careful stepping and quiet curses—mostly from Ekissa—you finally reach dry ground.
Athiel lets go of your hand as if it burned $a_them, shoving $a_their own in $a_their pocket. "There," $a_they mutters, pointedly looking anywhere but at you. "Now try not to be a hazard for the rest of our shopping trip."
But you don't miss how $a_they stays close to your side, ready to catch you if needed.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>Athiel scoffs, crossing $a_their arms as $a_they watches you with a hint of concern hidden beneath $a_their annoyed expression. "If by 'make do' you mean faceplanting yourself, then sure, be my guest. You can 'make do' anytime."
You roll your eyes at $a_their sarcasm but take a cautious step forward anyway. The floor is slicker than you anticipated, and your supposedly anti-slip shoes prove to be as useful as a chocolate teapot.
The moment you start to move, Athiel's presence becomes a constant shadow at your side. $a_Their movements are subtle, like $a_they's trying not to make it obvious that $a_they's hovering. Each time your foot threatens to slip, $a_their pinky finger brushes against yours, so light you could almost imagine it. But you know better. The gentle touch steadies you, grounds you when your balance wavers.
$namet leads the way, $t_their shoes apparently made for situations like these, while Ekissa and $namel follow behind, both taking their sweet time. The sound of the staff member's mop squeaking against the floor echoes in the background, mixing with the curious murmurs of other customers.
Your shoes squeak embarrassingly loud with each careful step, making Athiel's lips twitch in poorly concealed amusement. When your ankle wobbles particularly bad on a slippery patch, $a_their pinky hooks firmly around yours, keeping you upright. $a_They doesn't look at you, acts like $a_they's not doing anything at all, but $a_their touch lingers longer this time.
After what feels like an eternity of penguin-walking through the wet zone, you finally reach dry land. The relief must show on your face because Athiel lets out a quiet snort, $a_their pinky reluctantly detaching from yours.
"See?" You say, smoothing down your ruined clothes. "Made it just fine."
"Yeah, yeah," Athiel mutters, but there's a softness in $a_their eyes that betrays $a_their arrogant tone. "Let's just get what we need and get out of here before $namel decides to recreate a swimming pool."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>Athiel huffs, crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest. "I don't care if you'll be fine or not." $a_Their eyes narrow at your suggestion, lips curling down in a scowl. "And no, I don't want to hold your hand. I'm not your babysitter."
You shrug, taking careful steps on the wet floor. The liquid seeps under your shoes, making them slip slightly with each step. You can hear Ekissa cursing behind you, probably having the same problem.
The floor feels like it's made of ice, and you have to concentrate to not end up on your butt. $namet and $namel are already ahead, walking normally with their anti-slip shoes that actually work. <i>Show-offs.</i>
A quiet gasp escapes your lips when your foot slides unexpectedly, but you catch yourself before falling. The movement must have worried Athiel because suddenly, $a_they's right beside you, staying close enough that $a_their arm brushes against yours.
"I thought you didn't care," you tease, focusing on your steps.
"Shut up," $a_they huffs, barely containing $a_their frustration at being called out, but $a_they doesn't move away.
You feel something brush against your pinky, so light you almost miss it. When it happens again, you realize it's Athiel's finger testing the waters. Your heart skips a beat at the gesture, warmth spreading in your chest.
$a_Their fingers slowly close around yours, warm and secure. You don't comment on it, hiding your smile as you both carefully make your way across the wet floor. $a_Their grip tightens each time you slightly slip, ready to catch you if needed.
"Not a word about this," Athiel warns under $a_their breath, noticing the tips of $a_their ears turning pink.
You squeeze $a_their hand. "About what?"
$a_They clicks $a_their tongue but doesn't let go until you both reach dry floor. As soon as you're safe, $a_they drops your hand like it burns, shoving $a_their own in $a_their pocket.
"There," $a_they says with $a_their chin slightly lifted, avoiding your eyes. "Now stop being a hazard to yourself."
You flex your fingers, already missing $a_their warmth. "My hero."
$a_Their scowl deepens, but the blush on $a_their ears spreads to $a_their cheeks. "Whatever."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>A deep sigh leaves Athiel's lips as $a_they pinches the bridge of $a_their nose. "If you faceplant, you're on your own. I won't even pretend to know you."
"Harsh," you mock gasp, pressing a hand to your chest.
You take your first step, careful not to step on any glass shards scattered across the wet floor. The liquid makes your shoes squeak with each movement, and you can practically feel Athiel's gaze burning holes in the back of your head.
Despite $a_their earlier words about not helping, you notice $a_them catching up to walk beside you. $a_Their presence stays close—too close to be casual—as if ready to catch you if you slip. The thought makes your lips curl up.
"Watching me that closely?" you tease, carefully maneuvering around a particularly large puddle.
"Someone has to make sure you don't sue the store for your own clumsiness," $a_they drawls, $a_their pinky brushing against yours in what could be passed off as an accident.
Except it happens again. And again.
Your heart does a little flip at the subtle touch as you keep your eyes forward, pretending not to notice how $a_their finger lingers each time it grazes yours. The wet floor seems endless, but you can see the dry tiles ahead where the rest of the group already wait.
"Almost there," Athiel murmurs, close enough that $a_their breath tickles your ear. $a_Their pinky hooks with yours for a brief moment before letting go, the touch so quick you could've imagined it.
Finally, your feet touch dry floor, and you release a dramatic exhale. "See? Told you I'd be fine."
"Pure luck," Athiel scoffs.
$a_They steps away, creating a respectable distance between you two, as if $a_they hadn't just spent the last few minutes practically glued to your side.
You catch $a_them adjusting $a_their hair, a telltale sign $a_they's trying to play it cool. It's too late, you saw it all—how quick $a_they was to stay close, how $a_their fingers sought yours under the pretense of accidents.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," you hum, enjoying the way $a_their eyes narrow at your knowing smile.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>You flash a confident grin, taking a step forward on the wet floor. The soles of your shoes squeak against the slippery surface, but you maintain your balance with an exaggerated grace that makes Athiel roll $a_their eyes.
"If you faceplant, you're alone in your problem," $a_they huffs, crossing $a_their arms. Despite $a_their words, $a_their eyes narrow when you start walking, tracking your every movement. "I'm serious, $name."
You take another step, arms spread like a tightrope walker, making $namel chuckle behind you. The wet floor gleams under the store's bright lights, turning the simple act of walking into an impromptu performance. You hear Ekissa snort as you dramatically place one foot in front of the other.
Athiel, trying to be subtle but failing miserably, catches up to walk parallel to you. $a_They maintains a careful distance, yet close enough to catch you if needed. $a_Their pinky 'accidentally' brushes against yours, a touch so light it could be dismissed as imagination.
"Showing off much?" $a_they drawls, but there's an undertone of amusement in $a_their voice.
"Me? Never," you throw a shit-eating grin at $a_them, taking another step. "I'm just naturally talented at not falling on my–"
Your foot slides unexpectedly, and your heart jumps to your throat. Before you can even process what's happening, Athiel's warm hand wraps around yours, steadying you. $a_Their grip is firm, secure, and definitely not letting go.
"Naturally talented, huh?" $a_they mutters, $a_their hold only tightening when you try to pull away.
"That was part of the show," you insist, fighting back a smile as $a_they leads you across the remaining wet floor, $a_their hand still firmly clasped around yours.
When you finally reach dry ground, Athiel doesn't immediately let go. Instead, $a_their thumb brushes over your knuckles once, twice, before $a_they releases your hand with a clearing of $a_their throat.
"Next time," $a_they says, shoving $a_their hands into $a_their pockets. "Maybe less showing off and more watching where you're going?"
$a_They can act all $a_they want, you clearly can see there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of $a_their mouth, and you catch $a_them flexing the hand that held yours, as if trying to hold onto the lingering warmth of your touch.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>"Oh, absolutely," Ekissa chuckles, already reaching for your arm. "These shoes are as useful as a chocolate teapot right now."
Before either of you can make a move, $namet steps forward, $t_their expensive leather shoes somehow finding perfect grip on the slippery surface. $t_They positions $t_themself between you and Ekissa, offering both $t_their arms like some kind of gentle$t_man escort.
"Allow me," $t_they says, and you could swear there's amusement dancing in $t_their eyes. "Can't have you both falling and creating an even bigger scene."
$namel shuffles behind, muttering apologies while carefully navigating through the mess $l_they created. The staff member is already bustling around with a mop and "Caution: Wet Floor" signs, though she seems more focused on making sure $namet notices her efficiency than actually cleaning effectively.
"Ready?" $namet asks, and both you and Ekissa grab onto $t_their offered arms.
The journey across the wet floor turns into some sort of bizarre dance. Ekissa nearly loses $j_their footing twice, causing you to tighten your grip on $namet's arm. Your shoes make squeaking noises against the floor, and you're pretty sure you look ridiculous trying to tiptoe through the mess.
"This is like that game," you mutter, concentrating hard on not slipping. "You know, the one where you try to cross the river on logs?"
"Frogger?" Ekissa suggests, also focusing intensely on $j_their feet.
"That's with cars, dummy," you snort, then immediately regret it as your foot slides a bit.
$namet stabilizes you without missing a beat.
"Less chatting, more walking," $t_they instructs, though there's definitely a hint of amusement in $t_their voice now.
After what feels like an eternity but is probably only thirty seconds, you all make it to dry land. $namet releases both of you.
"Well," Ekissa says, straightening $j_their clothes. "That was fun. Should we try ice skating next?"
You elbow $j_them in the ribs, but you're grinning despite yourself. Behind you, you can hear $namel still apologizing to the staff member, while she continues to assure $l_them "it's totally fine, $l_sir, really, don't worry about it, $l_sir".
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>Ekissa's lips curl into that mischievous smile you know too well as $j_they hip-checks you back, making you both wobble precariously on the wet floor. "My money's on you, $name."
"Careful," $namet warns, but there's a hint of amusement in $t_their voice.
You and Ekissa exchange playful glances, both trying to maintain your balance while simultaneously attempting to make the other slip first. It's a dangerous game, especially with broken glass scattered around, but you've both had enough shopping mishaps for one day to find humor in the situation.
"Children, please," $namel sighs, but $l_their grin betrays $l_their attempt at scolding as Athiel rolls $a_their eyes and head ahead first.
Ekissa takes a tentative step forward, $j_their shoes squeaking against the wet floor. "Watch and learn how a pro—"
$j_Their foot slides unexpectedly, and $j_they grabs onto your arm with a yelp, nearly taking you down with $j_them.
"Oh yeah, such a pro," you snicker, struggling to keep both of you upright while $namet and $namel watch from their safe, dry spot with varying degrees of entertainment.
"Shut up," Ekissa laughs, $j_their grip on your arm tightening. "This floor is rigged."
You both inch forward like newborn deer taking their first steps, clutching onto each other and giggling like two dumbass every time one of you almost slips. It's ridiculous how something as simple as walking has become such an ordeal, but neither of you can stop laughing.
"If you two are done recreating Bambi on ice," $namet calls out, extending $t_their hand to help. "We do have actual shopping to finish."
"Party pooper," Ekissa mutters, but gratefully accepts $namet's help while you grab $namel's offered hand.
With some assistance and a few more near-slips, you both finally make it to dry ground. Your shoes are soaked, and you can feel the wetness seeping into your socks, but the shared moment of silliness with your best friend was worth it.
"Next time," you say, straightening your clothes. "We're wearing actual anti-slip shoes."
"Or better yet," Ekissa adds. "We let $namel shop online."
The old $l_man just grins wider.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>Your fingers wrap around $j_their warm palm, finding comfort in the familiar touch of your best friend. The liquid soaking your shoes makes the floor even more treacherous than it already looks, and you're not about to risk face-planting in front of everyone.
$namet, Athiel and $namel watch from their safer spot, the older Melth looking rather guilty about the whole situation. Ekissa's grip tightens on your hand as $j_they takes the first careful step, testing the slippery ground beneath $j_their feet.
You follow $j_their lead, your free hand slightly raised for balance as if you're walking on a tightrope.
"Slow and steady," Ekissa murmurs, more focused on not slipping than usual. $j_Their usual grace is replaced by calculated movements, reminding you of those nature documentaries where animals cross frozen lakes.
A small gasp escapes you when your foot slides slightly, but Ekissa's hold keeps you upright. $j_They shoots you a quick glance, concern flickering in $j_their eyes before a teasing smirk tugs at $j_their lips. "Don't you dare fall and drag me down with you."
"No promises," you whisper back, earning a quiet snort from $j_them.
The staff member is already mopping one side of the mess, her movements quick and efficient despite her earlier reluctance. It's almost amusing how $namet's stern insistence on paying changed her entire demeanor. The sound of glass clinking against glass fills the air as another employee sweeps up the shards.
After what feels like an eternity of careful stepping—but was probably just a minute—you both make it to dry land. Ekissa releases your hand with a dramatic bow that has you rolling your eyes fondly at $j_their antics.
"My services as your knight in shining armor are always available," $j_they declares with a flourish, making $namet shake $t_their head with barely concealed amusement while $namel still looks sheepish about the whole ordeal.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>$namet and $namel share a look before moving to help, but you wave them off.
"You guys got leather shoes, we've got these cheap-ass treacherous ones that promised not to slip." You gesture dramatically at your and Ekissa's footwear, making your bestie chuckle.
"Well, technically, mine were expensive," Ekissa points out, carefully taking a step. "Just... apparently expensive doesn't mean reliable."
You both inch forward like penguins on ice, holding onto each other and trying not to laugh at how ridiculous you must look. A few customers passing by give you amused glances, some even pulling out their phones.
"I swear to god if I end up on social media..." Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, making you snicker.
"What, afraid of going viral? Could be your big break into stardom," you tease, tightening your grip on $j_their hand when your foot nearly slides.
"Fuck stardom, I just want dry pants," $j_they grumbles.
You both know $j_they'd rather eat sand than be in the spotlight, which is hilarious considering $j_their job is literally to be showcased through $j_their music and art.
After what feels like an eternity of careful stepping and mutual support, you finally reach the dry part of the floor. The rest of your group are already there, having walked around the mess like normal people.
Show-offs.
"You two done with your ice-skating performance?" $namet asks with a hint of amusement in $t_their voice.
"Hey, at least we made it without falling," you defend, finally letting go of Ekissa's hand to check your shoes. They're wet but intact, which is more than you can say for your dignity.
"Yeah, and now we look like we peed ourselves," Ekissa deadpans, looking down at $j_their slightly stained pants with a grimace. "Perfect."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>Ekissa raises an eyebrow at you, clearly doubting your capability to cross the wet floor without face-planting. Still, $j_they shrugs and takes a careful step back, keeping $j_their basket close to $j_their chest. "Your funeral."
With determination and perhaps a dash of stubbornness, you eye the slippery floor like it's your mortal enemy. The fluorescent lights reflect off the spilled liquid, making the tiles gleam mockingly at you. You take your first step, feeling your shoe slide ever so slightly, just enough to make your heart skip a beat.
$namet and Athiel watches you with mild amusement, while $namel seems torn between wanting to help and knowing $j_they'd probably make things worse. Another staff member is busy laying down "Wet Floor" signs, though they're a bit late for that warning.
Your next few steps are a masterclass in what could only be described as drunk-penguin-walking. Arms slightly out for balance, you move with the grace of a newborn giraffe trying ice skating for the first time. Each step is calculated, precise, and probably looks ridiculous to anyone watching; which, unfortunately, includes quite a few curious onlookers who haven't left the scene yet.
"Looking good there, ballerina," Ekissa snickers from $j_their safe spot, having somehow managed to sidle along the dry edge of the aisle.
You shoot $j_them a look that could curdle milk, but keep your focus on not slipping. The distance isn't far, maybe ten feet at most. You can do it.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity but was probably just thirty seconds of intense concentration, you make it to dry land. Your shoes make a slight squishing sound as you step onto the safe zone, but you've managed to keep your dignity intact… mostly.
$namet nods approvingly, while $namel looks relieved you didn't end up adding to the chaos $l_they created.
"Not a single slip," you declare proudly, straightening your slightly dampened clothes.
"Save the victory dance for later," Ekissa teases, nudging your shoulder. "We still got shopping to do, preferably in a different aisle than this disaster zone."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>"Oh, absolutely," Ekissa snorts, wrapping $j_their warm hand around your bicep. You try not to focus too much on the way $j_their thumb absently strokes your skin, or how $j_their shoulder brushes against yours, or how $j_their $j_cologne smell so ni— "These shoes are as useful as a chocolate teapot right now."
Before either of you can make a move, $namet steps forward, but Ekissa waves $j_them off with $j_their free hand.
"I've got $m_them," $j_they says, and your heart definitely doesn't skip a beat at the tone in $j_their voice that could be considered possessive. But you remind yourself that it's just in your head; Ekissa isn't the jealous or possessive type, <i>at all</i>. "Just make sure $namel doesn't knock anything else over."
$namet raises an eyebrow but steps back with a sharp nod. $t_They positions $j_themself near $namel, who's still muttering apologies while carefully navigating through $l_their mess.
The staff member bustles around with a mop and "Caution: Wet Floor" signs, though she seems more focused on making sure $namet notices her efficiency than actually cleaning.
"Ready?" Ekissa murmurs close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. $j_Their arm slides around your waist, pulling you firmly against $j_their side as you do the same. "Stick close to me."
Like you needed to be told twice.
The journey across the wet floor turns into some sort of intimate dance. Ekissa's grip tightens every time either of you wobbles, and you're hyperaware of every point where your bodies touch. Your shoes make squeaking noises against the floor, and you're trying really hard to focus on not slipping instead of how good Ekissa smells.
"This is like that game," you mutter, partly to distract yourself from $j_their proximity. "You know, the one where you try to cross the river on logs?"
"Frogger?" $j_they suggests, and you can feel $j_their laugh rumbling in $j_their chest where you're pressed against $j_them.
"That's with cars, dummy," you snort, then immediately regret it as your foot slides. Ekissa's other arm shoots out to steady you, essentially trapping you in a loose embrace.
"Careful there," $j_they breathes, and you swear $j_their lips brush against your temple as you slightly bend down to steady yourself. "I've got you."
Those three words shouldn't affect you as much as they do.
After what feels like an eternity but is probably only thirty seconds, you both make it to dry land. Ekissa's arms linger around you a moment longer than necessary before $j_they steps back, and you immediately miss $j_their warmth.
"Well," $j_they says, running a hand through $j_their hair. "That was fun. Should we try ice skating next?"
You elbow $j_them in the ribs, hoping your face doesn't show how flustered you are.
Behind you, you can hear $namel still apologizing to the staff member, while she continues to assure $j_them it's "totally fine, $l_sir, really, don't worry about it, $l_sir." But all you can focus on is the phantom feeling of Ekissa's arms around you, and how you wish you could slip again just to have an excuse to be that close to $j_them once more.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>Ekissa's lips curl into that mischievous smile that never fails to make your stomach flutter as $j_they hip-checks you back, making you both wobble precariously on the wet floor. "My money's on you, sweetheart."
The casual pet name sends a familiar warmth through your chest. It's rare for $j_them to call you that, but $j_they's done it before; it shouldn't surprise you. And yet, lately, it stirs feelings in your heart that you're trying hard to ignore.
"Careful," $namet warns, the knowing glint in $t_their eyes as $t_they watches you both, that forces you to look away.
You and Ekissa exchange playful glances, both trying to maintain your balance. Your hands find their way to $j_their shoulders, and $j_their hand find your waist, $j_their grip tightening instinctively.
"Children, please," $namel sighs dramatically, the fond smile suggesting $l_they sees more than $l_they lets on.
Ekissa takes a tentative step forward, $j_their shoes squeaking against the wet floor. "Watch and learn how a pro—"
$j_Their foot slides unexpectedly, and $j_they pulls you closer against $j_their chest with a yelp. Your faces end up inches apart, and for a moment, time seems to freeze.
"Oh yeah, such a pro," you manage to tease, hoping $j_they can't feel how fast your heart is racing with this proximity.
"Shut up," Ekissa laughs, $j_their breath fanning across your face. $j_Their eyes crinkle at the corners in that way that makes your knees weak. "This floor is rigged."
You both inch forward like newborn deer, still pressed together. Every time one of you slips, you end up closer, and you're torn between blessing and cursing these shitty shoes.
"If you two are done recreating Bambi on ice," $namet calls out, extending $t_their hand to help. "We do have actual shopping to finish."
"Party pooper," Ekissa mutters, but before accepting $namet's help, $j_they unconsciously rubs $j_their thumb against your side where $j_their hand still rests.
With some assistance and a few more near-slips, you both finally make it to dry ground. Your shoes are soaked, but all you can think about is the lingering warmth where $j_their hands were.
"Next time," you say, straightening your clothes and trying to calm your racing heart. "We're wearing actual anti-slip shoes."
"Or better yet," Ekissa adds, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close, completely oblivious to how this casual intimacy affects you. "We let $namel shop online."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>Your heart does that familiar flutter when $j_their warm palm wraps around yours, and you try your best to ignore how perfectly your fingers fit between $j_theirs. The liquid soaking your shoes makes the floor even more shitty than it already looks, and you're not about to risk face-planting in front of everyone—though a small part of you wouldn't mind if $j_they caught you.
$namet and $namel watch from their safer spot, the older Melth looking rather guilty about the whole situation. Ekissa's grip tightens on your hand, and you fight the urge to interlock your fingers with $j_their as $j_they takes the first careful step, testing the slippery ground beneath $j_their feet.
You follow $j_their lead, your free hand slightly raised for balance as if you're walking on a tightrope.
"Slow and steady," Ekissa murmurs, $j_their voice dropping lower than usual. The sound sends a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the wet floor.
A small gasp escapes you when your foot slides slightly, and Ekissa tugs you closer to $j_their side, $j_their other hand coming to steady your waist. Your breath catches in your throat at the proximity.
$j_They shoots you a quick glance, concern flickering in $j_their eyes before a teasing smirk tugs at $j_their lips. "Don't you dare fall and drag me down with you."
"No promises," you whisper back, trying to ignore how $j_their thumb absently strokes your waist.
$j_They lets out a quiet snort, completely unaware of what these little touches do to you.
The staff member is already mopping one side of the mess, her movements quick and efficient despite her earlier reluctance. It's almost amusing how $namet's stern insistence on paying changed her entire demeanor. The sound of glass clinking against glass fills the air as another employee sweeps up the shards.
After what feels like an eternity of careful stepping—but was probably just a minute—you both make it to dry land. Ekissa releases your hand with a dramatic bow that has you fighting an eye roll, though you miss $j_their warmth immediately.
"My services as your knight in shining armor are always available," $j_they declares with a flourish, $j_their hand brushing against yours again—probably by accident, but it still makes your heart skip a beat.
$namet shakes $t_their head with subtle amusement and Athiel mind $a_their own business while $namel still looks sheepish about the whole ordeal, and you're grateful they can't hear how loud your heart is beating in your chest.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>$j_Their other hand still holds the shopping basket, and you definitely don't focus on how $j_their fingers unconsciously squeeze yours.
$namet and $namel share a knowing look before moving to help, but you wave them off. "You guys got leather shoes, we've got these cheap-ass treacherous ones that promised not to slip."
You gesture dramatically at your and Ekissa's footwear, earning one of those rare chuckles from your bestie that never fails to make your heart skip.
"Well, technically, mine were expensive," Ekissa points out, carefully taking a step closer to you—probably for balance, definitely for balance. "Just... apparently expensive doesn't mean reliable."
You both inch forward like penguins on ice, holding onto each other. Your breath catches when $j_they wraps an arm around your waist to steady you both, and you pray $j_they can't feel how your heart is racing.
A few customers passing by give you amused glances, some even pulling out their phones.
"I swear to god if I end up on social media..." Ekissa mutters near your ear, $j_their warm breath sending shivers down your spine that you desperately try to hide.
"What, afraid of going viral? Could be your big break into stardom," you tease, tightening your grip on $j_their hand when your foot nearly slides.
$j_They pulls you closer instinctively, and you're pretty sure your face is on fire<<if $skincolor == "dark brown" or $skincolor == "cacao" or $skincolor == "espresso" or $skincolor == "black">> and you're suddenly glad it doesn't show how flustered you are on your skin<</if>>. The closeness catches you off guard. You were <i>not</i> prepared to be this close with your bestie in a hypermarket.
"Fuck stardom, I just want dry pants," $j_they grumbles.
You both know $j_they'd rather eat sand than be in the spotlight, which is hilarious considering $j_their job is literally to be showcased through $j_their music and art.
After what feels like both an eternity and not long enough of careful stepping and being pressed against each other, you finally reach the dry part of the floor. The rest of your group are already there, having walked around the mess like normal people, wearing knowing smirks that make you want to disappear.
"You two done with your ice-skating performance?" $namel asks, wiggling $l_their eyebrows at you when Ekissa isn't looking.
"Hey, at least we made it without falling," you defend, immediately missing Ekissa's warmth when $j_they lets go of you to check $j_their shoes. They're wet but intact, which is more than you can say for your composure.
"Yeah, and now we look like we peed ourselves," Ekissa deadpans, looking down at $j_their slightly stained pants with a grimace. "Perfect."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>>Ekissa gives you that look—the one that makes your heart do a little flip even when $j_they's clearly judging your life choices.
$j_They takes a careful step back, keeping the basket close to $j_their chest, and the way<<if $genderroj == "man">> $j_their arms flex around it<<else>> her slender fingers wrap around it<</if>> is definitely not something you should be focusing on right now. "Your funeral."
With determination—and maybe trying to prove something to your stupidly attractive best friend—you eye the slippery floor like it's your mortal enemy. The fluorescent lights reflect off the spilled liquid, making the tiles gleam mockingly at you.
You take your first step, feeling your shoe slide ever so slightly, just enough to make your heart skip a beat.
$namet watches you with subtle amusement while $namel seems torn between wanting to help and knowing $l_they'd probably make things worse. Another staff member is busy laying down "Wet Floor" signs, though they're a bit late for that warning.
Your next few steps are a masterclass in what could only be described as drunk-penguin-walking. Arms slightly out for balance, you move with the grace of a newborn giraffe trying ice skating for the first time.
"Looking good there, ballerina," Ekissa snickers from $j_their safe spot, having somehow managed to sidle along the dry edge of the aisle. The fond look in $j_their eyes makes you wonder, not for the first time, if $j_they's really as oblivious as $j_they seems about this… thing between you.
You shoot $j_them a look that could curdle milk, but your traitor heart flutters when $j_they grins back. You keep your focus on not slipping, though it's becoming increasingly difficult with $j_them watching your every move.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity but was probably just thirty seconds of intense concentration, you make it to dry land. Your shoes make a slight squishing sound as you step onto the safe zone, and suddenly Ekissa's there, closer than necessary, $j_their hand ghosting near your elbow like $j_they was ready to catch you if needed.
$namet coughs pointedly as Athiel click $a_their tongue in impatience to just get going with the shopping already. Your best friend doesn't move away immediately.
"Not a single slip," you declare proudly, trying to ignore how your skin tingles where $j_they's almost touching you.
"Save the victory dance for later," Ekissa teases, finally stepping back but not before nudging your shoulder. "We still got shopping to do, preferably in a different aisle than this disaster zone."
You all agree silently to leave the staff to their cleaning duties, making your way to a drier, less hazardous section of the store. Though you can't help but notice how Ekissa stays closer than usual, $j_their arm occasionally brushing yours as you walk, like $j_they's still worried you might slip.
Or maybe, just maybe, for entirely different reasons you're too scared to hope for.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58">><</button>><<if $drinkalco == "yes">>Finally in the next aisle of alcohol, Ekissa and $namet stay close to the old $l_man, ready to step in if another mess occurs. You walk behind them, idly browsing the shelves and bottles.
Choosing your favorite bottle, you're about to put it in the shopping basket Ekissa is holding—
<<if $LL >= 11>>$namel gently takes it from your hand and holding it between $l_their fingers as $l_they lowers $l_their arm. "Let me buy it for you."
A crease forms on your forehead in puzzlement. "I can pay for it myself, though?"
$namel's expression softens, realizing $l_their mistake, and $l_they offers a small smile. "I know you can. I just… want to treat you, if that's okay…?"
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*[[You accept.|CP2C58L1]]
*[[You refuse.|CP2C58L2]]<<elseif $TL >= 11>> $namet stands beside you, watching the bottle intently. $t_They doesn't say a word, just remains close as you blink up at $t_them from your slightly bent position.
"Yeah?"
$t_They gives a brief glance in your direction, a slight confused frown. "Mh?"
You turn your head back to the shelf, a <<if $playful3 == "yes">>a grin<<else>>a tiny smile<</if>> spreading across your face. "Nothing."
"Tell me," $t_they says, poking your side with $t_their finger, almost tentatively, as if bracing for you to tell $t_them to back off.
"Nothing, really," you wave dismissively before glancing back at the bottles, teasingly adding. "Want me to buy you something?"
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*[[You're joking, obviously. There's no way you can or wanna pay for the kind of fancy wine this CFO might usually drink.|CP2C58T1]]
*[[You're serious. Period.|CP2C58T2]]<<elseif $AL >= 11>>"I want this one," Athiel says behind you as $a_they steps up to stand beside you.
You follow $a_their pointed finger to a bottle.
You choke on your breath at the price.
No way you're gonna pay for something so expensive. Did $a_they think you were rich or something?? You're not paying for this shit.
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*[[Alright, you'll pay for it, but just this time.|CP2C58A1]]
*[[You don't pay for the bottle.|CP2C58A2]]<<else>>Ekissa takes the bottle from your hand with $j_their free one, holding it between $j_their fingers as $j_they lowers $j_their arm. "I'll buy it."
A crease forms on your forehead in confusion. "I can pay for it myself, though?"
"I know," $j_they shrugs lightly. "Just wanna buy it for you."
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*[[You accept.|CP2C58EK1]]
*[[You refuse.|CP2C58EK2]]<</if>><<else>>In the fresh produce section, you're examining the raw chicken, turning it over with a slight frown of concentration while the others browse the other items.
"By the way, have you still not found the guy with that whole ‘YOUR' problem?" Ekissa breaks the comfortable silence as $j_they checks on the vegetables nearby.
$namet's face darkens with barely contained irritation before $t_they composes $t_themself. "Not exactly."
"We have a meeting with the possible culprit," $namel chimes in with a dismissive wave. "We're going to find them. It's not the first time someone's tried to ruin Melth Cosmetics Corporation's reputation."
"The way you talk, it's like it's not that serious," your best friend snorts.
The CEO shakes $l_their head with a grin. "I'm not saying it's not important, just that we'll deal with it no matter what. I've got a $t_son who's twice as smart as I am, so I don't worry too much."
"At least you admit it," Athiel scoffs, lazily observing $a_their manicured nails.
"What? That my $t_son is smarter than me?"
"That you're not the sharpest tool in the shed," Athiel corrects.
<<if $LL >= 11>>"$l_They's smarter than you think," you find yourself defending $namel, surprising even yourself.
The old $l_man's eyes widen slightly, and you're still questioning your life choices sometimes. "Did you hear that?" $namel's grin widens, lighting up $l_their whole face. "$name said I'm smart."
"We all heard it," Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes.
"You–"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">><<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Athiel," you warn, your usual playful tone disappearing as you frown at the blondie.
"What?" $a_they snaps, though $a_their shoulders drop in defeat.
"Don't, we're having a good time. Don't ruin it."<<else>>"Athiel," you warn, tone biting as you glare at the blondie.
"What?" $a_they snaps, though $a_their shoulders drop in defeat.
"Don't start."<</if>><<else>>"Athiel," $namet warns, $t_their eyes squinting and clearly unhappy with the way Athiel is treating $t_their $l_dad.<</if>><<else>>You turn your head to watch $namel, who simply chuckles as if Athiel just said something silly. "I'm hurt."
"You—"
"Athiel," $namet warns, $t_their eyes squinting and clearly unhappy with the way Athiel is treating $t_their $l_dad.<</if>>
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue but wisely decides to keep quiet. This earns a smirk from Ekissa, who covers it with a cough when you raise an eyebrow in $j_their direction.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C59">><</button>><</if>><<set $Lbuyalco2 to "yes">><<if $persona3 == "intimid">>Your sharp gaze falls on the bottle in $l_their hand, your naturally intense presence making $namel's smile waver slightly despite your neutral expression.
"Why?" you ask with more bite than intended.
$namel's dimple shows as $l_they meets your eyes. "I just want to do something nice for you."
"Hm," you study $l_them with a slight frown. "You know I can afford it."
"Of course you can," $l_they says lightly. "But I'd like to, if you'll let me?"
"Alright."
"Yeah?" $l_Their face brightens considerably. "Really?"
"Yeah," you accept reluctantly, though a small smile forms on your lips. "Thanks."
"My pleasure," $namel grins, $l_their gray eyes twinkling. "I should spoil you more often to bring those gorgeous smiles to your lips."
You narrow your eyes. "Don't push it."
"Aye, aye," $l_they chuckles, $l_their mood lifting tenfold now that you've agreed to let $l_them buy a simple bottle of alcohol.
"You're trouble," you sigh.
"What? You said I'm wonderful?" $l_they gasps, delighted. "Why, thank you!"
As always, hearing only what $l_they wants.<<else>>A warm smile spreads across your face as you let out a soft laugh. It's not just about the money—well, in a way, it <i>is</i> about the money—but the gesture is what truly touches you. $l_They didn't have to offer; $l_they knows you can afford it, and yet…
"That's really sweet of you," you say, seeing $l_their eyes light up with hope and anticipation. "I'd like that. If you really don't mind, that is."
"Yeah?" $namel grins, $l_their dimple showing. "I was worried you'd say no."
"Now why would I say no to such a sweet $l_man?" you tease, enjoying the way $l_their smile widens.
"Sweet $l_man, huh?" $l_They chuckles, keeping the bottle in $l_their hands like a trophy. "I like how that sounds coming from you."
"Don't let it get to your head," you playfully warn.
"Too late," $namel winks, $l_their gray eyes twinkling, "your compliments are too precious to forget. Maybe I should spoil you more often if that brings those gorgeous smiles to your lips."
"Flattery won't get you anywhere," you reply, watching $l_them with a fond smile.
"Nowhere at all?" $l_they asks playfully.
"The judges are still deliberating," you let out a chuckle.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58SUIFOR59">><</button>><<set $Lbuyalco2 to "no">><<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"I mind," you grumble, taking back your precious bottle of alcohol to keep it close to you.
However, despite your grumpy answer, $namel seems to understand there's no heat in your words, just a fierce want to stay independent. That's why $l_their dimple deepens on $l_their cheek as $l_they smiles at you like you've said something adorable.
"Stop looking at me like that," you can't help but wrinkle your nose.
"Like what?" $l_their dimple deepens, and you have to stare—glare—at your bottle to avoid the strange feeling that's been stirring in you around $l_them these past few weeks.
"Just stop."
"Alright," $l_they concedes easily, tilting $l_their head to catch your attention. "But know that buying this bottle isn't about the money."
You meet $l_their gaze, your brow furrowing in mild confusion. "Then what is it about?"
"It's about wanting to please someone I care about," the CEO beams, as if the answer were obvious.
You remain silent. $l_Their words stir something within you, and that feels too risky.
"Maybe next time I can spoil you," $l_they adds lightly.
"There won't be a next time," you retort, but there's little heat in your words—less than you'd like.<<else>>"While I appreciate the gesture," you smile charmingly, sliding the bottle back into your possession. "I prefer to pay for my own drinks."
$namel's dimple makes an appearance as $l_they observes your graceful refusal. $l_Their gray eyes dance with amusement, seemingly captivated by your polite yet firm response.
"You know," you continue, twirling the bottle playfully between your fingers. "A <<if $genderrol == "man">>gentleman<<else>>gentlewoman<</if>> like you should know better than to insist on paying for someone who's perfectly capable."
"It's not about money," $namel says softly, tilting $l_their head to grab your attention. "It's about wanting to please someone I care about."
The sincerity in $l_their voice makes you pause, and for a moment, you find yourself lost in those gentle gray eyes. You recover quickly though, offering $l_them a playful smile to hide how $l_their words affected you.
"Careful there," you tease. "Keep saying sweet things like that and I might start getting used to it."
"Would that be so bad?" $l_they chuckles, $l_their dimple deepening.
"Maybe not," you wink, enjoying the way $l_their face brightens. "But for now, this bottle is on me. Though I might let you choose the next one."
The CEO's expression softens at the subtle promise of a next time.
"I'll hold you to that," $l_they says lightly, and something in your chest flutters at the way $l_they's looking at you.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58SUIFOR59">><</button>><<set $mcbuyTalco2 to "no">><<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You snort, letting $t_them know you're joking, and $namet visibly relaxes, nodding with a small smile. "Don't waste your money on me."
"As if I could afford what you usually drink," you drawl, your voice laced with playful mockery as you tap a finger against one of the more expensive bottles. Your eyes flicker to $namet, a challenging smirk playing on your lips. "I bet you're the type to have a wine cellar full of bottles worth more than my monthly paycheck."
$namet's stoic expression cracks slightly, $t_their eyes widening a fraction before $t_they catches $t_themself. "That's... not entirely accurate."
"Oh?" you straighten up, turning to face $t_them fully with an arched eyebrow. "So you're telling me you don't have some fancy collection gathering dust somewhere in that mansion of yours?"
$t_They clears $t_their throat, clearly caught off guard by your bold teasing. "I prefer whiskey, actually."
"Of course you do," you mutter under your breath.
$namet's lips twitch, almost forming a smile before $t_they schools $t_their features back to neutral. But you catch the slight pink tinge creeping up $t_their neck, and it only fuels your desire to push $t_their buttons further.
"I'll stick to my cheap alcohol, thanks," you say with a dismissive wave. "Leave the fancy stuff to the suits like you."<<else>>You snort, letting $t_them know you're joking, and $namet visibly relaxes, nodding with a small smile. "Don't waste your money on me."
"Yeah, like I could even afford what you drink anyway," you laugh softly, your eyes sparkling as you point at one of the pricey bottles. "But hey, I bet you know all the good stuff in here. Wouldn't mind getting some tips from a pro."
$namet's usual poker face softens a bit<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>, caught off guard by how genuine you sound.<</if>> "That's... thoughtful of you."
"I mean," you tilt your head, flashing $t_them a warm smile that makes $t_them look at you a second too long. "I may not be able to buy the fancy stuff, but I'm down to learn. Plus, there's gotta be more to good wine than just the crazy price tag, right?"
$t_They clears $t_their throat, and you catch a hint of pink on $t_their cheeks. "I actually prefer whiskey."
"Oh, even better," you say with an easy-going vibe. "Though heads up: my whiskey knowledge pretty much stops at 'wow, that burns.'"
$namet's lips twitch up slightly, $t_their serious facade cracking a bit at your laid-back honesty. You can tell by how $t_their shoulders relax that $t_they appreciates how you can joke about the whole rich guy thing without making it weird.
"Guess I'll stick to my cheap wine for now," you add with a playful wink. "But y'know, wouldn't say no to some whiskey lessons sometime."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58SUIFOR59">><</button>>You may be poor compared to $t_them, but you don't mind. Having less money than someone has never stopped you from treating them to expensive things, and it certainly won't start now.
<<set $mcbuyTalco2 to "yes">><<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"I mean it," you state firmly, making $namet blink at you in surprise. Your eyes lock with $t_theirs, unwavering and intense. "Pick something. Whatever catches your fancy."
$namet stares at you, $t_their stoic mask slipping for a moment to reveal genuine confusion. "That's not–"
"Did I stutter?" You cut $t_them off, your voice carrying a challenging edge that makes $t_them straighten up slightly. "I said pick something. Unless..." you lean closer with narrowed eyes. "You think I can't afford it?"
$t_They shifts, trying to avoid your gaze as $t_they clears $t_their throat. "That's not what I– Don't waste your money on me, $name."
"You sure?" you ask, pulling back to raise an eyebrow at $t_them in your usual deadpan manner. The intensity from before melts away as you study $t_their uncomfortable stance.
$namet seems to relax slightly at your familiar attitude, $t_their shoulders losing some tension. "Yes, I'm sure. But... thank you for offering."
You shrug, turning back to the wine shelf with a casual air that tells $t_them you're dropping the subject. No point pushing when $t_they's clearly not comfortable with it. Besides, you've already managed to crack that stoic facade of $t_theirs for a moment there, and that's enough of a win for today.
"Suit yourself," you say, going back to browsing the cheaper options. "But the offer stands if you change your mind."
The way $t_their lips twitch, fighting a smile, tells you $t_they appreciates the gesture even if $t_they won't accept it. You go back to browsing the cheaper options, but not before catching how $t_their eyes follow your movement with a mix of surprise and something softer.<<else>>"I mean it," you say, offering $namet a reassuring smile. "Pick something you like. My treat."
$namet stares at you, $t_their stoic mask slipping for a moment to reveal genuine confusion. "That's not–"
"Hey, let me do this?" your tilt your head. "C'mon, the money isn't an issue for me, really."
$t_They shifts, caught between your sincere offer and $t_their instinct to decline. "That's not what I– Don't waste your money on me, $name."
"You sure?" you ask softly, raising an eyebrow with that smile of yours. There's something warm and inviting about the way you look at $t_them, making $t_them pause.
$namet's shoulders relax slightly at your easy approach, the tension leaving $t_their stance. "Yes, I'm sure. But... thank you for offering."
You shrug, turning back to the wine shelf with a smile that makes $t_their eyes linger.
"Alright, but the offer's always there. Though I gotta warn you—next time I might not take no for an answer," you add with a playful wink that brings the slightest hint of color to $t_their cheeks.
The way $t_their lips twitch, fighting a smile, tells you $t_they appreciates the gesture even if $t_they won't accept it. You go back to browsing the cheaper options, but not before catching how $t_their eyes follow your movement with a mix of surprise and something softer.
You hum. "But don't be surprised if I try again sometime."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58SUIFOR59">><</button>><<set $mcbuyathielalco2 to "yes">><<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Are you serious?" you ask, staring at Athiel with disbelief.
$a_They huffs, crossing $a_their arms and glaring at you. Like you're the one being difficult when $a_they just popped up out of nowhere to ask you to pay for a damn pricey bottle of wine. You will buy it, yes, but you're not gonna make this too easy for $a_them.
"Yes, I want that one," $a_they points again at the ridiculously expensive bottle.
"That's way too pricey," you state firmly, watching as $a_their ocean blue eyes narrow at you.
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, turning $a_their head to sulk like a petulant child. $a_Their mid-length blond hair swishes with the movement, and you can practically feel the attitude radiating off $a_them.
"For fuck's sake—Fine," you groan, running a hand through your hair.
You catch how Athiel's entire face lights up for a split second before $a_they tries to school $a_their expression back into something more… $a_them.
Alas, you definitely saw that sparkle in $a_their eyes.
"Whatever," $a_they mutters, but you can hear the poorly hidden excitement in $a_their voice. "…..Thanks."
You grab the bottle, trying not to think about how much this is going to hurt your wallet. The way Athiel keeps fidgeting behind you, clearly trying to contain $a_their glee, almost makes it worth it. Almost.
"Just this once," you warn, your tone leaving no room for argument. "And stop bouncing around like that before I change my mind."
Athiel immediately stills, as if remembering $a_themself. $a_They tries to scowl, but you can still see the corners of $a_their mouth twitching up despite $a_their best efforts to keep a straight face. The brat is definitely going to be impossible after this.<<else>>"Are you serious?" you ask with an amused smile, watching Athiel's determined expression.
$a_They huffs, crossing $a_their arms as $a_they glares at you. Like you're the one being difficult when $a_they just popped up out of nowhere to ask you to pay for a damn pricey bottle of wine. You will buy it, yes, but you're not gonna make this too easy for $a_them.
"Yes, I want that one," $a_they points again at the ridiculously expensive bottle.
"That's way too pricey," you chuckle, but there's warmth in your voice that makes $a_their glare falter slightly.
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, turning $a_their head to sulk like a petulant child. $a_Their mid-length blond hair swishes with the movement, and you can't help but find $a_their pouting oddly endearing.
"You know what? Fine," you say with a fond sigh, and the way Athiel's whole face lights up before $a_they catches $a_themself is absolutely precious.
$a_They tries to hide it, but you catch that moment of pure joy in $a_their ocean blue eyes.
"Whatever," $a_they mutters, but you can hear the poorly hidden excitement in $a_their voice. "….Thanks."
You grab the bottle, throwing $a_them a knowing look over your shoulder.
"Just this once, okay? Consider it my good deed of the day," you tease, enjoying how $a_they tries so hard to maintain $a_their cool facade while practically vibrating with happiness.
"I said whatever," Athiel responds, but $a_their attempt at aloofness is ruined by the way $a_they keeps sneaking glances at the bottle, a small smile fighting its way onto $a_their face despite $a_their best efforts.
"You're cute when you're excited, you know that?" you say softly, making $a_them scoff and blush. The way $a_they ducks $a_their head to hide behind $a_their hair just makes your smile grow wider.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58SUIFOR59">><</button>><<set $mcbuyathielalco2 to "no">><<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Are you serious?" you ask, staring at Athiel with disbelief.
$a_They huffs, crossing $a_their arms as $a_they glares at you. Like you're the one being difficult when $a_they just popped up out of nowhere to ask you to pay for a damn pricey bottle of wine.
"Yes, I want that one," $a_they points again at the ridiculously expensive bottle.
"That's way too pricey," you state firmly, watching as $a_their ocean blue eyes narrow at you.
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, turning $a_their head to sulk like a petulant child. $a_Their mid-length blond hair swishes with the movement, and you can practically feel the attitude radiating off $a_them.
You scowl. "Listen, I can't buy that for you. It's not in my budget right now," you explain, watching $a_their shoulders tense. "But..." your expression softens slightly. "I'll share the one I picked. Deal?"
Athiel keeps $a_their head turned away for a moment, clearly wrestling with $a_their pride. Finally, $a_they lets out a dramatic sigh. "Fine," $a_they mutters, then adds in a quieter voice, "sorry for asking you to pay."
You're about to respond when you feel $a_their pinky finger sneaking around yours. The gesture is so unexpectedly gentle that it catches you off guard. When you look at $a_them, $a_they's still trying to maintain $a_their bratty facade, but there's a softness in $a_their eyes that betrays $a_them.
"Whatever," $a_they says, tugging your linked pinkies slightly. "Your wine better be good though."
You can't help but shake your head at $a_their attempt to save face.
"Brat," you mutter, but you don't pull your finger away.<<else>>"Are you serious?" you ask with a laugh, watching Athiel's determined expression.
$a_They huffs, crossing $a_their arms as $a_they glares at you. Like you're the one being difficult when $a_they just popped up out of nowhere to ask you to pay for a damn pricey bottle of wine.
"Yes, I want that one," $a_they points again at the ridiculously expensive bottle.
"That's way too pricey," you say softly, and something in your tone makes $a_their glare waver slightly.
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, turning $a_their head to sulk like a petulant child. $a_Their mid-length blond hair swishes with the movement, and you can't help but find $a_their pouting oddly endearing.
You offer $a_them a smile, trying to make $a_them understand that it's nothing against $a_them. "Listen, I can't buy that for you. It's not in my budget right now," you explain, your voice gentle enough to make $a_them peek at you from behind $a_their hair. "But hey, I'll share the one I picked. What do you say?"
Athiel keeps $a_their head turned away for a moment, but you can see how your <<if $blunt is 1>>unusual <</if>>kind approach is melting $a_their defenses. Finally, $a_they lets out a dramatic sigh. "Fine," $a_they mutters, then adds in a surprisingly soft voice, "sorry for asking you to pay."
The genuine apology makes your smile widen, and when you feel $a_their pinky finger sneaking around yours, you let out a quiet chuckle. $a_They's still trying to act bratty, but the gentle way $a_they links your fingers tells a different story.
"Whatever," $a_they mumbles, tugging your linked pinkies slightly. "Your wine better be good though."
"Such a brat," you tease affectionately, and the way $a_their cheeks dust pink while $a_they tries to maintain $a_their attitude is absolutely adorable.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58SUIFOR59">><</button>><<set $ekibuymcalcoc2 to "yes">><<if $persona3 == "intimid">> You narrow your eyes, studying your best friend's face for a good minute. After some internal deliberation, your shoulders finally drop in defeat as you nod. "You sure about this?"
"I am," $j_they grunts.
"But why though?" you persist, tilting your head. It's not that $j_they never bought you anything but the gesture is so sudden you're almost waiting for $j_them to ask something next.
It's Ekissa's turn to narrow $j_their eyes, $j_their lips twitching with mild irritation. "I just wanna buy it for you. Do I need a reason?"
"You're not gonna put something in ther–"
"Oh, $name c'mon," $j_they groans with an exaggerated frown, running a hand through $j_their hair. "Really? That's where your mind goes?"
"What? Can't blame me for being cautious," you grumble, but seeing $j_their genuine annoyance, you raise your hands in surrender. "Fine, fine, I'm just checking. Thanks, by the way."
"Whatever," $j_they mumbles, but there's a small smile playing on $j_their lips. "You're such a pain sometimes, you know that?"
"Yeah, and every time you say that, you end up letting me be a pain," you retort, bumping your shoulder against $j_theirs.
"Unfortunately," $j_they sighs dramatically. "I'm enabling your dumb ass."
"You're the dumbass," you snort. "Dumbass."
"Oi, who are you callin' dumbass?" $j_They bumps your shoulder with a smirk.<<else>>With a pleased smile tugging at your lips, you tilt your head. "That's actually pretty sweet of you, Ekissa."
"Just– can you give me a straight answer?" $j_they grunts, shooting you an unimpressed look. "Yes or no?"
"What's got you in such a giving mood?" you ask with gentle curiosity, unable to keep the playful warmth from your voice. Your eyes search $j_their face for any hints.
$j_They shifts $j_their weight, frustration evident in the set of $j_their shoulders as you take your sweet time answering. "I literally just wanna buy it for you. That's it. No hidden agenda."
"Hmm..." you tap your chin thoughtfully, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, who am I to say no to my bestie being all generous?"
"Oh my god, shut up," $j_they groans, running a hand down $j_their face. "Can you not make this into a whole thing?"
"Okay, okay," you chuckle softly, your expression softening into something more genuine. "Thank you, though. Really."
"Finally," $j_they mutters, but there's a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of $j_their mouth. "Was that so hard?"
"Maybe," you tease, earning another eye roll from $j_them. "But seriously, I appreciate it."
$j_They just waves off your thanks with a dismissive hand. You don't miss the way $j_their shoulders relax, seemingly pleased with $j_themself.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58SUIFOR59">><</button>><<set $ekibuymcalcoc2 to "no">><<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You snatch back your bottle with a grunt, clutching it close. "I can buy it myself."
Where others might've recoiled or taken offense at your stubborn refusal, Ekissa just sighs, a fond look softening $j_their features. "And here I was, trying to be nice for once."
"I don't need someone to pay for my stuff," you click your tongue, both of you well aware there's no real heat behind your words. It's just your pride talking and fierce want to be independent, and $j_they knows it.
"Maybe," $j_they concedes with that knowing look of $j_theirs, before adding, "But letting someone pay for you doesn't mean you need them for anything. It's called being kind, dunno if you've heard of that concept before?"
$j_Their teasing tone earns another grunt from you as you fidget with the bottle label. "I'm good."
"$name," $j_they bumps your shoulder, deliberately tilting $j_their head to catch your downcast eyes. "I know you're good and independent, that's not even a question. I just wanted to buy it for you, nothing deeper than that."
"Why though?" you challenge, finally meeting $j_their gaze.
$j_They shrugs, a half-smile playing on $j_their lips. "Because I can? Because you're my friend? Pick whichever reason makes you feel better about it."
"Right," you mutter, but there's warmth in your voice now.<<else>>You snatch back your bottle with exaggerated flair, a smirk dancing on your lips. "I can buy it myself, you know."
Where others might've been put off, Ekissa just sighs with that familiar fondness, clearly amused by your antics. "And here I was, trying to be your knight in shining armor."
"My knight?" You bat your eyelashes dramatically. "I don't need someone to pay for my stuff, but... the offer is quite tempting coming from you. I'm good paying for myself, though."
"Maybe," $j_they concedes with a knowing look, before adding, "But letting someone pay for you doesn't mean you need them. It's called being kind, though I'm starting to regret offering, seeing how insufferable you're being."
$j_Their teasing earns a laugh from you as you playfully twirl the bottle. "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, but I appreciate the gesture, $j_handsome."
$j_They bumps your shoulder, deliberately tilting $j_their head to catch your mischievous gaze. "I know you're perfectly capable of handling yourself. I just wanted to do something nice for once."
"Just once?" you tease, leaning slightly closer. "And here I thought you were always nice to me."
"Keep telling yourself that," $j_they mutters, but there's no hiding $j_their amused smile.
"I'll do it, alright," you wink, enjoying the way $j_they rolls $j_their eyes. "But really, I can handle this one."<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C58SUIFOR59">><</button>>In the fresh produce section, you're examining the raw chicken, turning it over with a slight frown of concentration while the others browse the other items.
"By the way, have you still not found the guy with that whole ‘YOUR' problem?" Ekissa breaks the comfortable silence as $j_they checks on the vegetables nearby.
$namet's face darkens with barely contained irritation before $t_they composes $t_themself. "Not exactly."
"We have a meeting with the possible culprit," $namel chimes in with a dismissive wave. "We're going to find them. It's not the first time someone's tried to ruin Melth Cosmetics Corporation's reputation."
"The way you talk, it's like it's not that serious," your best friend snorts.
The CEO shakes $l_their head with a grin. "I'm not saying it's not important, just that we'll deal with it no matter what. I've got a $t_son who's twice as smart as I am, so I don't worry too much."
"At least you admit it," Athiel scoffs, lazily observing $a_their manicured nails.
"What? That my $t_son is smarter than me?"
"That you're not the sharpest tool in the shed," Athiel corrects.
<<if $LL >= 11>>"$l_They's smarter than you think," you find yourself defending $namel, surprising even yourself.
The old $l_man's eyes widen slightly, and you're still questioning your life choices sometimes. "Did you hear that?" $namel's grin widens, lighting up $l_their whole face. "$name said I'm smart."
"We all heard it," Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes.
"You–"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">><<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Athiel," you warn, your usual playful tone disappearing as you frown at the blondie.
"What?" $a_they snaps, though $a_their shoulders drop in defeat.
"Don't, we're having a good time. Don't ruin it."<<else>>"Athiel," you warn, tone biting as you glare at the blondie.
"What?" $a_they snaps, though $a_their shoulders drop in defeat.
"Don't start."<</if>><<else>>"Athiel," $namet warns, $t_their eyes squinting and clearly unhappy with the way Athiel is treating $t_their $l_dad.<</if>><<else>>You turn your head to watch $namel, who simply chuckles as if Athiel just said something silly. "I'm hurt."
"You—"
"Athiel," $namet warns, $t_their eyes squinting and clearly unhappy with the way Athiel is treating $t_their $l_dad.<</if>>
Athiel clicks $a_their tongue but wisely decides to keep quiet. This earns a smirk from Ekissa, who covers it with a cough when you raise an eyebrow in $j_their direction.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C59">><</button>>"How about some tuna?" the model finally suggests, the tension slowly dissipating as $a_they points in a direction.
You trail behind them, your eyes scanning the aisles for anything you might have forgotten for dinner—
Then you freeze. Your stomach lurches. The world tilts sideways for a moment.
A tall blond $e_man passes by, $e_their casual clothes hugging $e_their frame, and $e_their back— god, $e_their back looks so much like someone you lost... Someone whose absence still tears you apart...
Your eyes lock onto $e_them, your brows twitching involuntarily. Your breathing goes ragged, and before you can stop yourself, your feet are already moving toward $e_them.
Logically, you know it's not <i>$e_them</i>. You know your brain is just playing cruel tricks, throwing salt in wounds that haven't healed. Yet here you are, following this stranger like some creep, just because you can't accept reality. Just because hope is a bitch that won't let go.
You still need to be sure though. Maybe—and you hate yourself for even thinking this—maybe there was some mistake? Maybe this whole nightmare has been just that: a nightmare, and seeing $e_them now will wake you up.
"El–"
"$e_Mr. Wilson, there you are!" a voice calls out to $e_them.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C60">><</button>>The $e_man turns, and your face crumbles. It wasn't $e_them. Of course it wasn't. What were you expecting? That $namee had somehow become $e_Mr. Wilson overnight? That $e_they faked $e_their death to get away from you?
You're not even sure what outcome you were hoping for anymore. Would finding $namee alive hurt more or less than this? Both endings feel like getting your heart ripped out all over again.
"$name," a voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts.
You snap your attention to your group, seeing <<if $LL >= 11>>$namel tilting $l_their head with an extended hand. "You're coming...?"<<elseif $TL >= 11>>$namet flicks $t_their calculating gaze between you and the $e_man you were watching before $t_they tilts $t_their head to the side, $t_their silent question hanging in the air as $t_they waits for you.<<elseif $AL >= 11>>Athiel narrowing $a_their eyes at the $e_man you were watching before $a_their sharp gaze cuts back to you, impatience clear in $a_their tone. "You coming or what? I don't have all day to wait around for you to daydream."<<elseif $JL >= 11>>Ekissa shifting $j_their knowing gaze between you and the $e_man you were watching, $j_their expression softening with understanding. "C'mon, $name. We've still got some stuff to grab for this dinner, yeah?"<<else>>Ekissa shifting $j_their gaze between you and the $e_man you were watching before $j_they lets out a fond sigh, grunting under $j_their breath. "C'mon, $name. We've still got some stuff to take for this dinner."<</if>>
"I'm coming," you mumble, your eyes automatically searching for the blond $e_man again, but $e_they's vanished into the crowd. Just like the ghost of $namee that you keep chasing.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C61">><</button>>Articles in the bags and ready to go, all you want is to go home and prepare dinner for Ekissa and Athiel's departure tomorrow. Time went too fast; you didn't even have the chance to spend more than an hour with those two, too busy with work.
You all make your way out of the shopping center, the sun still up, though the sunrays don't really help warm you from the cold that's starting to get harsher by the day. Winter is coming, and it's coming too fast for your taste.
<<if $smoke == "yes">><<if $TL >= 11>>"Here," $namet mumbles softly, $t_their warm fingers brushing against yours as $t_they carefully places a pack of cigarettes in your palm. Without waiting for your reaction, $t_they turns on $t_their heel and strides toward the car, hands shoved in $t_their pockets.<<elseif $LL >= 11>>"$name," $namel calls out, that signature playful grin dancing on $l_their lips as $l_they extends a pack of cigarettes toward you. "You're welcome."
$l_They spins around with a wink, already heading to the car before you can even process what just happened.<<elseif $AL >= 11>>Athiel's hand suddenly wraps around your arm, stopping you mid-step. Without a word, $a_they shoves a pack of cigarettes into your palm, $a_their touch lingering for a brief moment before $a_they abruptly turns and stalks off to the car.<<else>>"Hey," Ekissa calls out sharply, barely giving you time to react before tossing a pack of cigarettes your way. $j_Their aim is precise, clearly expecting you to catch it.<</if>>
You blink down at the pack in your hand, a smile reaching your eyes. "Thanks…"<</if>>
The five of you make your way toward $namet's car, parked in the shopping center's lot. You're still a bit dazed after mistaking someone for your $namee, but surprisingly? You're dealing with it better than you could have months ago. It's still not all sunshine and rainbows, but it's something—better than nothing.
At least, that's what you tell yourself each time you feel like shit.
$namet, ever the <<if $genderrot == "man">>gentleman<<else>>gentlewoman<</if>>, opens the trunk to help store the multiple shopping bags.
"Did we get everything for tonight?" $namel asks while helping you place the bags, $l_their dimpled smile appearing as $l_they notices the amount of food you all bought. "Seems like we could feed an army with all of this."
"Better too much than not enough," you say, watching as $namet efficiently organizes the bags in the trunk. "We'll have a lot of people tonight."
"True that," $namel concedes, eyes lighting up as $l_they glances at you. "And thanks again for inviting me—"
"Not again," Athiel and Ekissa groan in unison.
The old $l_man blinks, turning $l_their head to the other two with a bemused smile. "I'm just thanking $name?"
"Yeah, for the seventh time already," Ekissa grumbles, running a hand through $j_their white locks, which seem to glow under the soft light of the sun. "We got it the first time, the second, and the third too."
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*[["No, no, keep the thanks coming," you declare smugly. "That inflates this ego of mine a bit."|CP2C62]]
*[["You should probably thank Athiel and Ekissa, it was a dinner for them and they're the one who accepted for you to come," you remind the CEO with a soft smile.|CP2C63]]
*[["They're just jealous you didn't thank them too," you tease.|CP2C64]]
*[["You're welcome," you nod.|CP2C65]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Sorry, what did you say again?" you ask the CEO, just to make him thank you again and to annoy your bestie.|CP2C66]]<<else>>[["Sorry, what did you say again?" you ask the CEO, just to make her thank you again and to annoy your bestie.|CP2C66]]<</if>>"Just a bit?" $namel's eyes crinkle with amusement, $l_their dimpled smile growing wider at your playful response.
Athiel, on the other hand, rolls $a_their eyes so hard you're surprised they don't get stuck, while Ekissa lets out another dramatic groan.
"Oh great," your best friend mutters. "Now you've done it, old $l_man. $name's gonna be insufferable."
"More than usual?" $namet questions quietly, $t_their expression barely shifting as $t_they continues to meticulously arrange the bags in the trunk. Though you catch the slight quirk of $t_their lips, betraying $t_their amusement.
"What's that supposed to mean?" you gasp in mock-outrage, the smile on your lips unable to waver.
$namel chuckles, the sound warm and rich. "Well, in that case—thank you again, $name," $l_they says with an exaggerated bow, clearly playing along. "Your generosity knows no bounds, your hospitality is unmatched, your—"
"I swear to god," Athiel cuts in, throwing $a_their hands up. "If I hear one more thank you, I'm walking home."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"That'd be a shame," you drawl. "Walking all that way in those designer shoes?"<<else>>Your lips only lift higher. "All that way in those designer shoes?"<</if>>
The blond model narrows $a_their eyes at you, but before $a_they can retort, $namel pipes up again: "Have I mentioned how thankful I am?"
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>That actually earns a laugh from you as<<else>>A laugh bubbles out of your chest at that as<</if>> Ekissa slaps a hand over $j_their face while $namet quietly shuts the trunk, the ghost of a smile still playing on $t_their lips.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C67">><</button>>The CEO's eyes widen slightly, as if remembering the two others and realizing that, sure enough, it's their diner in the first place—not yours. $l_Their dimpled smile appears as $l_they turns to look at the two mentioned with newfound appreciation. Athiel, however, looks like $a_they'd rather be anywhere else, crossing $a_their arms with a scowl.
"No, no, no. Don't you dare start with us now just because $name told you so," the blond model warns, but $namel's already beaming.
"Well then!" the old $l_man clasps $l_their hands together. "Thank you both for allowing me to join—"
"Nope, absolutely not," Ekissa cuts in, raising a hand to stop the incoming stream of gratitude. "One more thank you and I'm banning you from the dinner."
$namet pauses in $l_their meticulous organization of the bags, glancing at your best friend, then at $t_their $l_father, with subtle amusement dancing in $t_their eyes.
"You can't ban $l_them from $name's house," $t_they points out quietly.
"Watch me," Ekissa challenges, folding $j_their arms over $j_their chest with a smirk. "I just gotta lock the old $l_man somewhere, and we'll be finally free from $l_their dumb ass."
$namel laughs warmly, the sound carrying across the parking lot, Ekissa's words ignored, flying right over $l_their head without much difficulty.
"Alright, alright, I'll keep my gratitude to myself," $l_they concedes, though $l_their eyes are twinkling with mischief. "For now."
"That's what you said the last three times," Athiel mutters under $a_their breath, but there's less bite to $a_their words than usual.
You watch the interaction, your own mirth barely contained as you shake your head. Well, they can't say they haven't gotten closer over the months.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C67">><</button>>"Don't you dare put that evil on me," your best friend warns with grimace, pointing an accusatory finger your way and raising $j_their brows pointedly. "I've had enough of $l_their thank yous to last me a lifetime."
$namel's eyes light up at the opportunity, $l_their dimpled smile growing wider. "Oh, how terribly rude of me," $l_they exclaims with theatrical flair. "Ekissa, thank you for being such a delightful—"
"I will end you," Ekissa threatens under $j_their breath, but for once, the corners of $j_their mouth lift in a faint smile.
Athiel scoffs, flicking $a_their blond hair over $a_their shoulder. "Speak for yourself. I wanna hear $l_their gratitude."
"Are you sure?" $namel asks, turning $l_their attention to the model with a mischievous glint in $l_their eyes. "Because I have plenty to share. Thank you, Athiel, for your charming personality, for your kind and gentle—"
"I'm getting in the car," Athiel announces flatly, already turning on $a_their heels.
"I thought you wanted to hear my gratitude!" $namel barks a laugh, a hand resting on $l_their stomach.
The blondie rolls $a_their eyes. "A genuine one, not empty compliments."
$namet, who's been quietly observing the chaos while arranging the last of the bags, finally closes the trunk with a soft click. "If you keep this up," $t_they notes with $t_their usual calm demeanor, "we might actually need less food for dinner if they change their minds about inviting us."
"Awww, you want my gratitude too?" $namel coos, $l_their smile never wavering. "I have enough thanks for you too, my wonderful $t_son—"
"Please don't," $namet interjects quickly, the faintest hint of pink dusting $t_their cheeks in embarrassment as $t_they makes $t_their way to the driver's side.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C67">><</button>>The CEO beams at your response, $l_their dimple deepening, but before $l_they can express $l_their gratitude again, Ekissa dramatically throws $j_their hands up. "Don't encourage $l_them for fuck's sake. We'll never hear the end of it."
"Too late," Athiel mutters, leaning against the car with an exasperated expression. "$l_They's probably already planning $l_their next speech of appreciation."
$namel's eyes twinkle with mischief as $l_they glances at the model. "Now that you mention it—"
"No," both Athiel and Ekissa cut $l_them off in unison, causing $namet to pause $t_their methodical organizing to watch the exchange with subtle amusement.
"I haven't even said anything yet," $namel protests, but $l_their dimpled smile gives away $l_their playful intentions.
"You don't need to," your best friend grumbles, crossing $j_their arms. "We can see it in your eyes. You've got that look."
"What look?" $namel asks innocently, batting $l_their eyelashes, though the glint in $l_their gray eyes only grows stronger.
$namet closes the trunk with a gentle click, shifting $t_their full focus to the group.
"The one that usually precedes another round of thanks," $t_they explains quietly, the corner of $t_their mouth twitching slightly.
"Well, since you brought it up—" $namel starts, but Athiel quickly cuts $a_them off.
"That's it. I'm sitting in the front," the model declares, already making $a_their way to the passenger side.
"Bold of you to assume I won't thank you from the backseat," $namel calls after $l_them, causing you to stifle a laugh at Athiel's visible shudder as $a_they second-guesses $a_their decision to sit in the front.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C67">><</button>>"Oh fuck, no," your best friend mutters, but it's too late.
$namel's eyes light up with delight, $l_their dimpled smile growing wider as $l_they catches onto your game. "I was just saying thank you for inviting me to—"
"I hate you both," Athiel declares flatly, directing $a_their glare between you and the CEO. "I genuinely, utterly, truly hate you both right now."
$namet pauses in $t_their arrangement of the bags, glancing up with the faintest hint of amusement in $t_their usually stoic expression.
"That's the eighth time now," $t_they notes quietly, as if $t_they's been keeping count this whole time.
"Wait, I think I missed it," you continue, barely containing your grin as Ekissa makes a sound like a deflating balloon. "Could you repeat that one more time, $namel?"
"With pleasure!" The CEO straightens up, clearing $l_their throat theatrically. "I wanted to express my sincere gratitude—"
"That's it," Ekissa throws $j_their hands up in defeat. "I'm sitting in the front with $namet. You two can torture Athiel in the backseat, I'm not hearing that shit again."
"Bold of you to assume I'm staying," the blond model scoffs, though $a_they makes no actual move to leave. No way $a_they'd walk anyway.
$namel chuckles warmly, $l_their gray eyes twinkling with mischief. "Should I start from the beginning? Just to make sure everyone caught it?"
"I will end you," Athiel threatens.
The effect is somewhat ruined by $namet quietly shutting the trunk and commenting, "Are you all done, or are we going to stand in a parking lot hearing my $l_father tease you all for another hour?"
"Let's go!" $namel exclaims with a smirk, heading off first.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C67">><</button>>You observe them disperse, your features softening as you wonder how you managed to gather these people by your side in the span of a few months, their support unwavering. Sure, Athiel has a unique way of showing it, but $a_they's like a chihuahua—more bark than bite.
The five of you get in the car, $namet taking the driver seat while $namel claims shotgun, leaving you sandwiched between Ekissa and Athiel in the back.
"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Athiel asks, leaning back against $a_their seat, one leg sliding over the other. "I mean, besides the obvious feast we're gonna have."
$namel turns in $l_their seat to face all of you. "Well, I was thinking we could make that beef wellington we were talking about this morning. $namet and I can handle the complicated part."
"I can help too," Ekissa grumbles, crossing $j_their arms over $j_their chest. $j_Their white curls falls over $j_their eyes, and $j_they blows them away.
"NO!" The unanimous response makes your best friend flinch. A scowl grows on $j_their features, clearly <i>not</i> liking the answer from everyone in the vehicle.
Athiel actually turns $a_their head to stare at Ekissa with horror in $a_their ocean blue eyes. "Dude, I still have nightmares about that curry you tried to make last time."
"The one that somehow turned purple?" $namet adds dryly from behind the wheel, $t_their dark eyes briefly meeting Ekissa's in the rearview mirror.
"Or the pasta that ended up being so hard we could've used it as weapon?" $namel chimes in with a grin, making Ekissa scowl deeper. "I don't know if $j_they even put those pasta in water."
"Fine. Whatever," Ekissa clicks $j_their tongue, slouching in $j_their seat. "Just trying to be helpful here."
"You can help by staying far away from the kitchen," $namet suggests, a rare hint of playfulness in $t_their voice.
"Maybe stick to your paintings," Athiel smirks smugly. "At least those don't risk food poisoning."
"Shut the fuck up," Ekissa mutters, looking away with $j_their scowl still intact, though it looks more like sulking than genuine anger.
The conversation flows easily as $namet drives toward your place, the sky starting to take on the golden hues of late afternoon. There's a bittersweet feeling in your chest, knowing that Ekissa and Athiel will be leaving soon, but you push it aside, focusing instead on making tonight memorable.
"We should take pictures tonight," Athiel suggests suddenly, $a_their blue eyes bright with enthusiasm, and you have to double-check to be sure it's the same $a_man next to you and not a doppelgänger who took $a_their place without your knowing. "You know, to remember this."
"As long as no one tries to take pictures of me and the blondie or me and the old $l_man," Ekissa mutters, though $j_they's already pulling out $j_their phone to check if it has enough storage for pictures.
The model rolls $a_their eyes skyward, fixing $a_their hair with a huff. "You're ruining my mood."
"And you're ruining my life but I'm not complaining, am I?" your best friend shoots back dryly.
<i>Here we go again…</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C68">><</button>><b>18:20
Macara Residence – Home</b>
The night starts to settle, and darkness envelops the quiet neighborhood as the lights flicker on to illuminate the houses. It's getting colder, and you feel winter creeping in more and more with its biting frost, the kind of cold that makes you want to stay in bed all day.
With your arms crossed over your chest, you keep watching outside, still a bit unsettled by what happened earlier. Seeing that $e_man definitely caught you off guard and left you feeling… a bit out of your depth for dinner tonight.
You're not sad, just tired. At least emotionally. Nothing crazy, nothing like what you felt months ago, nothing heart-wrenching. And that's supposed to be a good thing. But that's the problem: you're not sure if being okay is actually better.
What would it mean? Would it mean forgetting $namee? Maybe not but that's exactly the feeling you have. As if not being in pain means distancing yourself from the $e_man you loved so deeply for years.
You shake your head, trying to dispel those thoughts and ground yourself back in reality. You're better and that's okay. You won't beat yourself up for trying to move on, though ‘move on' is still a big step you're not ready to take yet.
"$name," a familiar voice calls out from behind you.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C69">><</button>>You blink, tighten your grip around your drink and turn around to face Ekissa who's wearing a concerned frown. Mind still a bit absent, the slight twitch of your brows betrays your inner turmoil.
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to act normal—an action that doesn't feel as natural as you aimed for. "Yeah?"
"Don't give me that ‘yeah'. You were gone for a sec there," $j_they tilts $j_their head, the movement making $j_their curly hair shift as $j_they searches for something in the depths of your eyes.
Unable to read anything for now; $j_they narrows $j_their eyes in suspicion but doesn't push. "The Lazin are asking where you've gone. And your brother is not feeling great. He left somewhere; dunno where."
Vince and your guests. Right. You forgot them for a sec, too caught up in your own bubble.
You scan the living room for your brother; you see $namel, $namet, the Lazin parents, <<if $routecul == "yes">>Thomas and Therese<<else>>Emily and Horia<</if>>, Vailyn, Athiel…. No Vince.
"I should talk to him," you declare, meeting back your best friend's gaze.
"You should," the artist agrees, turning on $j_their heels but pauses mid-turn. "You good, $name?"
"I am," you nod, though are you being honest or not? It's a mystery for both of you.
You pat your best friend's shoulder when you walk past $j_them to join your brother, or at least attempt to find him first.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C70">><</button>>The soft music in the background is low enough for people in the house to hear themselves talking, and the conversations seem to flow easily. Athiel is conversing with Vailyn<<if $routedoc == "yes">>, Emily, Horia and $namet<<else>> and $namet<</if>>, their faces and bodies hinting that the topic of their conversation isn't boring at all if the smiles on their faces are anything to go by.
<<if $routecul == "yes">>$namel is talking with Thomas, Therese and the Lazin parents, their laugh and smiles telling you they're having a good time as well.<<else>> $namel is talking with the Lazin parents, their laugh and smiles telling you they're having a good time as well.<</if>>
None of them are your brother, though. So you keep searching in the house, pausing when you see your brother in your backyard through the glass doors.
Curiosity piqued, you slide the door open to step out of the house and join him. "What are you doing alone out here?"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C71">><</button>>Vince jerks his head in your direction with wide eyes, only for his shoulders to slacken as he sighs when he realizes it's just you. "I hate when you do that."
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>"Do what?" You cock a brow, stopping next to him to follow his gaze to $namee's flowers.
"Catching me off guard," he mumbles, "it always feels like I did something."
"Did you?" you ask with a faint amusement in your tone.
"What?" Your brother glances at you, a brief breath leaving his nose—a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "No. What do you want me to do? Piss on your grass?"
"I don't know, you tell me," you counter, the hint of a smirk appearing across your face.
The younger man rolls his eyes—no doubt wanting to just leave you here and go home. "You're not as funny as you think."
You shrug, unfazed. "Never said I was."
"You look too smug."
"I'm just enjoying this peaceful moment," your shoulder lifts and drops again.
That earns another eyeroll from your brother, but this time, he doesn't answer.<<else>>"Do what?" You glance at him, a grin threatening to show on your face.
"Catching me off guard like this," he grimaces, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I always feel like I did something."
"Like what? Talking to my tree?" You huff a brief laugh, stopping your steps to stand next to him. "Well, I did catch you doing stuff plenty times. Remember the first time you tried to smoke?"
Vince lets out a short breath, amusement clear in his eyes when you meet them. "That was ages ago."
"That was five years ago," you remind him, remembering that day like it was just yesterday. A laugh startles even you as you remember the expression he had that day. "You should've seen your face."
"I already don't like where this is going," he sighs.
"You were <i>dying</i> of embarrassment because you didn't want to disappoint me," your shoulders still shake, your mirth apparent.
He groans, head tilting backward in exasperation. "And here we go again."
Another laugh bubbles out of your chest as you raise your hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, no reminiscing that day."<</if>>
Your attention back on the flowers, a long sigh escapes you, your smile disappearing slightly. Your brother continues to observe the same thing as you as a comfortable silence falls over you two.
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*[["Wanna tell me what you're doing here...?" You ask carefully, not meeting his gaze.|CP2C72]]
*[["I'm the one who waters them now," you tell him with a bittersweet smile as you stare at the flowers.|CP2C73]]
*[["Thanks for coming," you murmur softly, reaching out to rub his back affectionately.|CP2C74]]
*[["So? How's my bro?" You bump his shoulder with yours playfully.|CP2C75]]
*[["If you need some alone time, I can leave," you inform him with a tilt of your head.|CP2C76]]"Just… watching the flower, I guess," Vince shrugs, but his downcast eyes tell you another story. Feeling your gaze on him, his shoulders slacken, the act fading. "I just… I still can't believe $namee is gone."
He chews on his inner cheek, directing his attention back to the flowers. His hands slip in and out of his pockets, unsure of what to do with them, as he adds in a whisper, "I'm still waiting for the joke. For $namee to pop up and tell everyone it was just a prank."
Your lips shift in a brief, sad smile. That'd be nice. A joke is what you want to believe too, but you gave up on hope. All you have is your brother and your friends to help ground you and move on. And that's where you'll put your focus, because lingering in the past won't help anyone.
"Time will help," you respond, the words leaving a bad taste in your mouth. Will it really help?
"And we have each other," Vince adds with a half-smile, reaching out to give your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.
The simple gesture reminds you that once again, you're not alone in this.
You nod, appreciating the comfort he's offering. "Yeah, we do." A small, bittersweet chuckle escapes your lips. "$namee would be laughing at us right now, telling us to stop moping and live a little."
Vince lets out a soft laugh of his own, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. "That sounds exactly like him."
<i>Yeah, that sounds just like $e_them…</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C77">><</button>>Vince nods, his gaze fixed on the vibrant petals. "It's what $namee would've wanted." A brief sheepish laugh. "I think?"
"These flowers were $e_their treasures," you confirm with a hum. "At first it was just a silly hobby for $e_them, but that ended up with $e_them feeling guilty when $e_they'd forget to water them and sing for them because ‘they need love'."
The corners of your brother's mouth tug fully up with fondness. "Yeah, that sounds like $e_them."
A heavy silence settles between you, the weight of $namee's absence palpable. The reality is still a difficult pill to swallow.
"I still can't believe $e_they's gone," Vince whispers, his voice cracking with emotion, but he straightens his back and shakes his head in an attempt to cheer himself up. "It feels... weird not to have $e_them around, mother-henning me to eat properly and clean my place."
You reach out, giving his hand a brief, gentle squeeze, before pulling away. "Me neither. But we have to keep going. $e_They wouldn't want us to dwell in grief forever."
Vince nods, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. "You're right. $e_They'd be pissed if $e_they saw us moping around."
A faint smile forms on your lips. "Yeah, $e_they'd probably yell at us to get our shit together and live life to the fullest. Well, $e_they wouldn't say it like this, but you know what I mean."
The mental image elicits a choked laugh from Vince.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C77">><</button>>Vince lets out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch. "I mean, you were pretty much insistent."
You shake your head, a laugh threatening to escape. "I didn't insist much."
"You did," he insists with a teasing tone, forcing some light on the heavy topic that is $namee.
Your eyebrows lift expectantly. "Okay, when?"
"When you told me to come," the younger man throws you a lazy grin. "That was insistence enough."
"Right," you snort, shoving him playfully as both of you direct your attentions back at the flowers, twin heavy sighs can be heard in the air.
"It just doesn't feel real, you know?" Vince continues, his voice barely above a whisper. "One day $e_they's here, the next..."
He trails off with a helpless shrug, unable to finish the thought. Fingers tapping against the fabric of his pants, you can see the way he's trying not to crack.
You press your lips in a thin line, nodding in understanding. "I know. But we'll get through this, together. We still have each other, y'know, in case you forgot."
Vince lets out a humorless chuckle. "Yeah, I guess that's the only silver lining in all this. At least I still have my <<if $gender == "man">>brother<<elseif $gender == "woman">>sister<<else>>sibling<</if>> to keep me sane."
You dip your head in agreement. "And I'm not going anywhere."
After a few moments, Vince clears his throat, straightening his posture. "So, how have you been holding up?"
You bite your lip, considering your answer. "As well as can be expected, I guess. It's been... hard, but I'm taking it one day at a time."
Vince nods, understanding etched on his features.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C77">><</button>>Vince lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. <i>Not the reaction you aimed for, but oh well.</i>
"Honestly? I'm still trying to wrap my head around it all." He runs a hand through his hair, the gesture betraying his unease. "It just doesn't feel real, you know? One day $e_they's here, the next I learn $e_they's..."
His voice trails off, the unspoken words hanging heavily between you. The way he looks at the flowers, bittersweet and sad, tells you he's still trying to process all of this.
You nod in understanding, reaching out to give his arm a gentle squeeze. "I know. It's been tough on all of us." Your brow furrows as you watch the emotions play across his face, giving one last squeeze before pulling away. "But you've been doing okay, right? Taking care of yourself?"
When you had him over the phone the other day, he was in a bad state. With the start of a panic attack, you doubt he's ‘okay', but you hope he's at least better, if just a little.
He manages a small smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I'm... I'm hanging in there. It's just going to take some time, I guess." Vince pauses, chewing on his lower lip contemplatively. "How about you, though? How are you holding up?"
You offer him a brief smile, holding it for only a few seconds before it wavers a little, trying to convey a strength you don't entirely feel. "I'm doing alright, all things considered. Ekissa's been a huge help, the others too if I'm being honest."
Your brother nods absently. With another small smile, you bump his shoulder lightly with a semblance of brightness. "You know I've got your back."
Hoping to elicit a more genuine smile from him,your expression softens when he offers you one, some of the tension in his frame visibly easing.
"That's good to hear. I'm glad you've got people looking out for you." He reaches out, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before pulling away. "And you know I'm here for you, too. Always."
"Thanks, Vince. It means a lot." Your voice comes out in a whisper, touched by his sincere words. Clearing your throat, you nudge him again, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "Let's not get all gloomy; this dinner isn't supposed to get everyone crying."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C77">><</button>>Vince glances up, the pain in his eyes apparent a bit more despite his attempts to cover it with a half-smile. "No, I'd rather you stay. I don't feel like being alone right now."
He reaches out, grasping your hand in his, seeking the comfort of his older sibling while still trying to maintain this aloof façade of his. You give his hand a gentle squeeze to reassure him through the simple gesture.
It still surprises you how your brother kept this side of him, seeking you for comfort like he always has since you two were kids. You thought growing up would harden him in this aspect—you were wrong.
This part of him stayed, and you doubt it'll ever go away.
The two of you stand in a somber silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of the flowers in the breeze. You can't imagine how he must be feeling, having lost $namee and having been aware of it only recently…
"I still can't believe $e_they's gone," Vince murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "It feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from." He shakes his head, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall. "I keep expecting $e_them to call or show up at my door, grinning that stupid grin of $e_theirs and telling me it was all just a big joke."
You nod, your own heart aching at the thought. "Me too. I wish it was just a cruel joke… But we have to keep going."
"I know, it's just..."
"We'll figure it out, together," you murmur, clenching your jaw to stay his anchor, to stay steady for him. "We'll figure it out."
Vince nods, squeezing your hand once more before letting go with a quiet sniff.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C77">><</button>><<if $parlazinroute == "no">>"$m_Theyre here! Theo $m_theyre here!" A small voice exclaims excitedly as a familiar little girl runs to your side and throws herself in your arms. "$name!"
You grunt at the impact, your body staggering back as your hand finds her long black hair to ruffle it. "It's been a while since I saw you, huh?"
A little boy joins soon after, his toothy grin already in place as he stands on your side, forcing a spot between Vince and you. "Dad said you were too busy."
"I was," you confirm, reaching out to ruffle his hair too as he complains but doesn't pull away.
Vince stands there, in complete shock at the kids change of demeanor. He stage-whispers to you. "What did you do to them?"
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*[["I hypnotized them," you stage-whisper back to your brother.|CP2CK1]]
*[[You still don't know about that, to be honest, so you just shrug. "No clue."|CP2CK2]]
*[["Kids love me, obviously," you smirk smugly.|CP2CK3]]
*[["Hell if I know," you snort.|CP2CK4]]<<else>>"$m_Theyre here! Theo $m_theyre here!" A small voice exclaims excitedly as a familiar little girl runs to your side. "$name! $name! Mummy said to come."
You blink down at Carly, Theo joining soon after as he clarifies. "She didn't say it like that. She asks if Mum and Dad could talk to you."
"Yes, she said it like I said," Carly retorts.
"No, she didn't," the little boy shakes his head.
The little girl crosses her arms with a pout. "She did!"
You shift your attention to the glass doors, finding Emilia and Matteo standing there. As soon as you meet their gaze, they turn away, nodding and pointing at the lights—the same lights that haven't changed since the last time they came by. It's concerning if they think you'd buy this act so easily.
A heavy sigh escapes your nose, feeling both fond and exasperated. They look like Ekissa and Athiel when they were eavesdropping on your call that last time.
Vince's whistle fills the air as he stands next to you, bumping your shoulder lightly. "Don't tell me they finally realized you weren't some kind of villain they thought you were."
"A lot happened," you answer, your eyebrows lifting up pointedly when the couple risks a glance your way.
"Ah $name," they say in unison, joining you and ushering their kids back inside not-so-subtly. Emilia is the first to speak. "It's been a while since we saw you. Busy with work, I imagine?"
"We missed you," Matteo smiles softly at you while patting Vince's arm. "And you too! It's been so long!"
"Yeah, was busy with studies and my job," Vince nods slowly, that aloof mask of his slamming back up as he gives a nonchalant shrug. "How have you been?"
"Still the same as always, trying to keep up with the kids," the father grins, stepping back to place a hand on the small of his wife's back.
Emilia observes your features with squinted eyes, missing nothing. "We missed you." She repeats with a smile when satisfied with what she sees. "We didn't want to bother you, so we thought leaving you some space would help, especially after learning how busy you were with your new job."
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*[["I missed you too," you say with a small smile.|CP2CPA1]]
*[["Yeah.. It's been a while," you admit with a small smile. "Work was hell."|CP2CPA2]]
*[["Where's my cookies?" you raise a brow, hiding a subtle teasing smile.|CP2CPA3]]
*[["Work kept me busy," you nod. "I heard you went camping last week?"|CP2CPA4]]<</if>>"Hybnodized?" Carly looks up, her big eyes watching you curiously. "What's that?"
"That's–"
"Probably too complicated for you to understand now," Vince cuts you off, giving you a pointed look.
Your eyebrow arches slowly up in confusion. "What?"
"She's a kid; it's not like she'll understand," he explains as if it were obvious. But when you know Theo, you doubt age really matters for some kids.
"My sister is not idiot," Theo narrows his eyes at your brother. "She's very smart. Just like me."
"Never said you two were idiots," Vince snorts, unfazed by the little boy's defensive tone. "Heh, he looks like me when I was his age, don't you think?"
You have to stifle a laugh at the sibling dynamic unfolding before you. "Well, Carly, hypnotism is when you put someone in a trance-like state—"
"A trance-like?" Carly blinks slowly at you, scratching her temple with a tiny frown.
Maybe Vince was right, you should probably give up on explaining this to the little girl if you don't want to spend your evening explaining each words.
Theo nods eagerly next to you, his expression as smug as usual. "Yeah, like making us do some awesome tricks or something."
Vince raises a brow, glancing between the two kids. "See, I told you they wouldn't understand."
"He's not totally wrong, though," you ruffle both Carly's and Theo's hair affectionately one last time. "Maybe I'll explain it to you some other time. For now, how about we all go get some cake? We bought some for tonight."
Their faces instantly light up as they share wide eyes before they start tugging on your hands excitedly.
"Cake! Cake!" Carly chants with a wide grin splitting her face, the voice too loud for a peaceful night.
Vince shakes his head, a fond smile tugging at his lips as he watches the kids' infectious enthusiasm.
"Alright, lead the way, oh great hypnotist," he teases.
You roll your eyes good-naturedly, ushering the kids forward while Vince falls into step beside you.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C78">><</button>>Vince chuckles, ruffling the little boy's hair, who bats his hand away and comes to stand on your other side. "Well, whatever you did, they're practically glued to your side now."
The little girl beams up at you, her big eyes full of adoration as she tugs your shirt with her small hands. "I missed you, $name! Dad said you were busy, but I didn't believe him. Where were you?"
"Working and sleeping," you respond truthfully<<if $likekids == "yes">>, scooping her up in your arms when she starts climbing on you before she can fall.<</if>> "But I do admit that I missed a little someone who always shouts my name non-stop when she sees me."
<<if $likekids == "yes">>"Which is a miracle coming from you," Vince comments with a chuckle.<<else>>"You always liked kids anyway," Vince comments with a smile.<</if>>
<<if $likekids == "yes">>Theo crosses his arms, watching his sister up there and suspiciously looking like he's this close to doing the same and climbing on you. He huffs indignantly.<<else>>Theo crosses his arms, huffing indignantly.<</if>> "Hey, what about me?"
"I do miss a little smug boy," you amend, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You're not gonna pout, are you?"
Vince watches the exchange, amusement apparent in his eyes. "You really do have a way with them, don't you?"
"Heh, who knows?" You hum noncommittally<<if $likekids == "yes">>, shifting Carly's weight in your arms<</if>>. "They became like this ever since–" You pause. "Ever since... well, you know." You wave a hand, trying to make the pained emotions disappear to leave only the good ones. "And trust me, I'd rather have them like this than plotting to break another window or something."
Vince places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently with a chuckle. "Glad to know these little terrors cheer you up instead of making you curse a lot of bird names when they happen to break something like you used to."
You scrunch your nose, remembering the countless times you'd had to intervene when the kids were being little demons, which was quite often. "Tell me about it; I still get nightmares about it."
Vince laughs, the sound more than welcome given the somber mood. "C'mon, let's get these two back inside before they wear you out."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C78">><</button>>Vince raises an eyebrow, clearly baffled by the kids' sudden change in demeanor. "Since when? Last I checked, they were little demons whenever you were around."
Your smirk shifts into a grin as you glance down at the two kids looking up at you. "Guess I just have a way with them. What can I say? I'm a natural."
Carly beams up at you, her eyes shining with admiration you don't think you deserve. "You're the best, $name! Way better than Dad."
Your eyes widen slightly, looking around to be sure Matteo didn't hear it. You really don't need him crying a river over an innocent comment from one of his kids.
The little boy nods emphatically, his toothy grin widening. "Yeah! Dad's lame, but you're super cool."
That earns a slight grimace from you. Yeah, you'll never tell Matteo what they just said. You appreciate the sentiment, though.
Vince lets out a snort, shaking his head. "Traitors, the both of you. I really hope you don't say that in front of your dad."
"It's the truth," Theo retorts, puffing his chest. "At least $name $m_dont cry because $m_they put$m_s too much salt in the soup."
"Or because $m_they spilled coffee on the table." Carly supplies with an enthusiastic nod, following her brother's lead as always.
"Or because $m_they forgot to buy toilet paper and we have to—"
"I think we got it the first time," you cut them off, your grimace deepening at the mental image. "No need for further explanation."
The children giggle in response, and you can't help but sigh in both exasperation and fondness. They're gonna be the death of you someday.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C78">><</button>>Vince raises a skeptical brow, his gaze shifting between you and the two children now clinging to your sides. "Last I checked, they couldn't stand being around you for more than five minutes without driving you up the wall."
Another snort leaves you, reaching down to ruffle the boy's hair once more, eliciting a disgruntled huff from him, only to lean into it with a tiny smug smile. "Guess I've got a way with kids now, or at least with those kids."
"Or they've just finally realized you're a giant pushover," Vince retorts, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.
The little girl looks up at you with those big, innocent eyes. "Are you really that busy, $name? Dad said you were too busy to come over. Is that because you don't want to see us?"
You feel a pang of guilt at the hint of disappointment in her voice. "Hey, now, don't go thinking that," <<if $likekids == "yes">>you reassure her<<else>>you pat her head awkwardly.<</if>> "You know I always make time for my favorite little munchkins."
Vince snorts. "Yeah, right. Since when?"
You shoot him a playful glare over Carly's head. "Since always, you jerk." The insult makes both kids giggle as you turn your attention back to them. "I'm just sorry I haven't been around as much lately. But I'll make it up to you, okay?"
Theo narrows his eyes skeptically, though it looks more like his usual defiant and very cute look. "How?"
You tap your chin, feigning deep thought. "Hmm, how about some cake? We bought one chocolate and one vanilla if you're up for it."
Carly's face lights up, and even Theo can't hide the excitement in his eyes.
"Really?" they both exclaim in unison.
You hum, ruffling their hair affectionately. "Really. What do you say?"
Vince shakes his head, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "Looks like you're officially back in their good graces."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C78">><</button>>Emilia and Matteo return your smile, the relief evident in their expressions. "We're so glad to hear that," Emilia says, stepping forward to pull you into a gentle hug. "It's been too long."
A smile spread on your lips, your hand patting gently on her back. "I'm sorry I've been so distant lately," you murmur. "Work has just been...well, hell, to be honest."
Matteo nods sympathetically, reaching out to give your arm a reassuring squeeze. "We understand. Believe me, we do. The grind can be relentless sometimes."
Vince huffs out a soft laugh, his aloof mask slipping just enough for you to see the genuine concern in his eyes. "That's putting it mildly. I swear, I don't know how you manage to juggle everything the way you do."
You offer him a wry smile. "Lots of coffee and a healthy dose of stubbornness, that's how." Then your expression softens as you glance back at Emilia and Matteo. "I was trying to get the hang of it, so now that I know how to organize my work, I'll be more available."
Emilia pulls away and steps back to stand next to her husband as she eyes you up and down as if making sure you're really okay. "As long as you get enough rest, it doesn't matter if we see you much or not."
"You're so strong, $name," Matteo shakes his head, tears gathering on the corners of his eyes, and you already know what's going to happen. "I don't know how you manage to stay so strong…"
His lips tremble as he sniffs, Vince watching him with a careful, neutral expression while Emilia and you sighs.
"It's not the time, darling," Emilia stage-whispers to her husband while keeping her gaze on your brother and you.
"But it's so heartbreaking," the father murmurs back as he tries so hard to contain his tears. His eyes are red from keeping them wide open and directed at the sky.
Vince finally gestures inside to distract Matteo. "How about we get some cake?"
"Good idea," you and Emilia agree almost immediately.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C78">><</button>>A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you pass a hand across your face. The last few months have been an absolute grind, with endless late nights and piles of work that just kept growing. But you're familiar with the workload, so it seems less exhausting now that you got the hang of it.
Vince bumps your shoulder lightly, his usual aloof mask cracking just enough for you to see the concern in his eyes. "Rough time at the office, huh?"
You nod. "I'm just glad to have a break, even if it's just for a little while."
Emilia steps forward, her brow furrowed with worry. "Oh, we had no idea things were so stressful for you." She reaches out, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. "We've missed you so much. I wish we'd known..."
Matteo nods in agreement, his expression soft. "You know we're always here for you, right? If you ever need to talk, or just get away from it all for a bit..."
You offer them a grateful smile. "I know. And I appreciate it more than you know."
When Matteo nods with teary eyes, your smile fades a little. Is it the moment when everyone gets emotional and cries? You hope not. You look at Emilia and nod subtly to her husband, trying to communicate without words and convey your thoughts through your eyes alone.
Understanding the assignment, she turns her head to Matteo. A fond sigh leaves her lips as she approaches him and rubs his back with soothing circles. "What did we say before coming here, darling?"
"No crying," her husband sniffs. "But I can't help it… it's so great to see $m_them again."
Vince keeps his careful, polite smile their way, respecting the moment—even if it's one of those awkward ones. He gives furtive glances at you, thrown off by Matteo's sensitivity, and steps closer to you to whisper low enough for your ears only. "Is he always like that?"
A slight grimace appears on your face as you repeat your earlier words with a mix of fondness and exasperation. "A lot happened."
"Right," your brother clears his throat to catch the couple's attention and gestures inside the house. "How about we get some cake."
"You're so thoughtful," Matteo murmurs, earning another twin sigh from you and Emilia.
You lead the way. "Let's go."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C78">><</button>>Emilia's eyes light up as a smile spreads across her face. "I'm afraid we didn't bring any tonight," she turns to Matteo, resting a hand on his arm. "Matteo wanted to, but when we suggested it to Ekissa, he said it'd be too much with what you already bought today."
Matteo's face contorts in horror, guilt growing and obvious on his features. "I knew I should've cooked some anyway… Of course you'd want to eat some," he mumbles, his expression apologetic. "I'm so sorry, $name. We were so excited to see you too, I should've made some for you. You invited us after all when you didn't have to… Oh no, what should I do…? I can make some right now if you–"
Speechless, you stare at the father with a hesitant look, not sure if he's fucking with you or if you just bullied a big softie like him. "It's alright, I'm just teasing."
You knew he was sensitive, but you had hoped he'd pick up on your teasing tone. Guess not. Now you feel like an asshole.
Vince lets out a low whistle, saving you from your little mistake with a half-smile to the couple and offering you time to regain your wits. "Oh, I bet the kids been keeping you on your toes."
Matteo's eyes still glimmering, light up immediately as he exchanges a knowing glance with his wife, their amusement evident. Emilia hums with a nod. "As per usual, but Theo always makes sure to look out for his sister and keep their shenanigans harmless, so we don't worry much about them getting into something too dangerous."
If breaking your windows was harmless in the past, you're starting to get concerned about what their limits might be.
"You should've seen our son when we went camping," Matteo chuckles, wrapping an arm around his wife's waist. "Always steering her away from going too far or telling her to take his hand if she wanted to play near the river."
You can't help but smile. After weeks of just catching glimpses of them or having quick conversations like ‘good morning' or ‘have a good day', you feel like no time has passed at all since the last time you saw them. They're still this worrywart and kind couple who did their best to be there for you.
"I'm just glad to see you all." You admit, eyes flicking between them. "It's been too long since we've gotten together like this."
Emilia nods in agreement, her expression softening. "We've missed you, $name. We know you've been busy, but we wanted to make sure you knew you always have a place with us, no matter what."
Matteo grins with an eager bob of his head, his gaze sincere. "And you know where to go for cookies. Vince too!"
"Thank you," you huff a laugh.
Vince who was silent until now, dips his head in acknowledgment by your side. "I don't know what we'd do without your cookies."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C78">><</button>>Matteo's face lights up at the mention of the camping trip, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement. "Oh, it was wonderful! The kids had an absolute blast running around in the woods, and Emilia and I got to spend some quality time together without the distractions of the city."
Emilia nods in agreement, a contented smile on her face. "It was so peaceful. We really needed that getaway, to be honest. Things have been a bit hectic for us lately as well."
You can't help but feel a pang of guilt, realizing that you've been so caught up in your own life that you've missed out on important moments in your friends' lives.
"I'm sorry I couldn't join you," you say sincerely with a slight apologetic smile. "It sounds like it was just what you needed."
Vince chuckles, nudging you playfully. "Heh, I'm sure they took lots of pictures to document the trip."
Matteo's grin widens. "We did actually. It was hard not to with Theo being our personal photographer. We have so many pictures to show you."
"Though, maybe not now," Emilia rubs her husband's back to calm his excitement before you all spend your night watching photos with his commentary for each one. "I'm sure we'll find time another day."
Her husband blinks, glancing at his wife before straightening as if remembering himself. "Ah—right! Of course, not now. But feel free to come to our home for us to show off a bit those pics we took."
Emilia's gaze softens as she looks at you, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze your arm. "We've missed you, $name. Work can wait, but time with family and friends is precious. Maybe next time we could go together, we know a good spot where few people go."
Your features soften. "I'll keep that in mind. And maybe I'll drag Vince with me if we go."
"No thanks," comes Vince immediate response, his nose wrinkling. "Keep Mother Nature far away from me and let me in my apartment."
A snort reverberates in your throat. <i>Figures.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C78">><</button>><b>19:20
Macara Residence – Home</b>
<<if $routedoc == "yes">>Standing next to Vailyn, you listen to their conversation with Horia and Emily, though you get lost from time to time when the topic turns out to be boring for you.
Horia doesn't talk much; she just smiles and makes comments when necessary. Otherwise? She keeps to herself. You learned that she was someone rather shy, and, to be frank, it was obvious by the way she stayed close to Emily.
You find yourself staring at her; her wavy and short black hair is a bit messy but stays surprisingly fancy. Her bangs fall across her forehead and nearly touch her black eyes.
Emily sure has good tastes, and the contrast between Emily's olive skin and her wife's tan skin is more striking under the vibrant light of the living room. Their hair is still the biggest contrast with the doc's long blonde hair and her wife's charcoal one.
"She's at her grandma's," Emily responds when Vailyn asks where their daughter, who the doc was talking about, was. "We didn't want her to be bored," she glances at the Lazin kids with a faint smile. "I guess we should've brought her in the end."
"Don't worry, there's still next time," Vailyn waves off the doc's concern with a good-natured smile. "And that means some quality time between you two."
"They're right," Horia murmurs softly to Emily, her arms around one of the doc's, despite being slightly taller than the woman.
You stay quiet, glancing between them all while trying to appear at least engaged in their conversation. The conversation wasn't that boring, but it's the kind of topic you expect from a gathering like tonight. And with the day you had with your group of misfits, you're fighting against sleep.
The lack of interest catches Emily's attention as she clears her throat, her expression morphing into something softer, and there's still this hint of something you never quite succeed in reading in the depths of her eyes.
"Sorry, that must be boring for you," she says carefully, her brows furrowing slightly in concern. "How… How are you doing?"
Your lips part to reply—however, she changes her mind with a grimace that's probably supposed to be a smile. "Sorry, you're probably tired of hearing this. I'm just glad we're able to finally have this dinner together."
"Even if it's not at home," Horia supplies with a smile that makes her eyes crinkle on the corners. "We started to think you'd never come."
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*[["Sorry," you chuckle sheepishly. "Every time I thought it was the good time, it never was, and I ended up postponing our diner forever."|CP2CDOC1]]
*[["I was busy," you explain simply, though not unkindly.|CP2CDOC2]]
*[["Oh, y'know how it is when you're popular," you smirk with a smug lift of your shoulder.|CP2CDOC3]]
*[[You smile back warmly. "I promise it wasn't excuses, I really was busy."|CP2CDOC4]]<<else>>Standing next to $namel, you listen to their conversation with Thomas and Therese, though you get lost from time to time when the topic turns out to be boring for you.
You're not surprised to find Therese just as she looked on your video calls with Thomas, both of them preferring to see you when they or you call. Her dark skin is a stark contrast to her man's creamy one, just as her blue eyes are compared to his dark ones, or her raven hair compared to his gray one.
It's not only their appearances but their personalities that are completely opposite too. While Thomas has a kind of sheepish demeanor mixed with seriousness and kindness, she has rough edges in her demeanor: blunt yet kind, affectionate yet stern. She always has this intimidating yet somewhat kind aura. She reminds you of Ekissa's parents and their rough edges, though Ekissa's parents are definitely something else.
"I can drive you back home if you want," $namel proposes to the couple, raising $l_their glass of apple juice $l_they's holding between $l_their fingers in this fancy way people hold theirs. "As you can see, I didn't drink tonight."
That catches your attention down to your own drink. <<if $drinkalco == "yes">><i>Yeah, you can't say the same for you.</i>
"Are you sure?" Thomas questions gently, a tiny frown making an appearance on his wrinkled features.
His wife cuts in, patting her husband's back. "Just accept the offer, Tom."
"I'm sure," $namel answers to both with a chuckle. "I don't mind, really."
"If you're sure…" Thomas nods, glancing at his wife just to be sure. And when she nods back, his lips tug upward with another, more confident, nod. "Alright."<<else>>Meeting the couple's gazes, you suggest. "Or I can drive you back if you prefer."
"Alright," Therese agrees easily with a smile that both terrifies and brings warmth to your heart.
Thomas doesn't fight much either, nodding a bit too eagerly. "We'd like that."
"I feel… weirdly left out," $namel muses out loud, and yet $l_they watches you all with an easy smile. "Should I go…?"
You might think $l_they's joking, but there's a hint of seriousness in $l_their tone. Thomas is the first to reassure the CEO while Therese steps closer to stand next to you.<</if>>
"I'm glad we could finally meet face to face," she starts when her husband and $namel start discussing about something together, holding your gaze just like she does with everyone.
Each time she does that, you feel completely naked—like no matter how hard you'd try to lie, she'd see right through you like an open book.
That's just in your head, of course, it's just the way she looks at everyone. Even if it feels a bit intimidating at first, you got used to it thanks to your countless phone calls with her and her husband.
"I didn't have the opportunity to properly thank you for driving my husband back home that day," she continues, a melodic laugh slipping out of her lips. "I was so busy scolding him that it slipped my mind. I didn't have time to thank you; you were already gone."
She observes you a moment, her expression softening as her hand finds your arm to leave a gentle squeeze. "And I'm glad we could have this dinner. I thought you were avoiding us."
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*[[Your eyes widen as you shake your head eagerly. "What? No! I wasn't avoiding you at all."|CP2CC1]]
*[["I wasn't," you chuckle sheepishly. "Sorry about that by the way, I just got caught in work."|CP2CC2]]
*[[A faint smile grace your lips, amusement clear in your eyes as you answer calmly. "I wasn't."|CP2CC3]]
*[["If I were avoiding you, you would've felt it," you point out with a slight lift of your shoulder.|CP2CC4]]<</if>>Emily's expression softens even more at your honest admission, taking a minute longer to shift to her stoic mask, while Horia gives you an understanding nod. The genuine warmth in their reactions makes you feel a bit less guilty about all those postponed dinners if you're being honest.
"Life has a way of getting in the way sometimes," Vailyn chimes in, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. Their presence feels reassuring, as it always has. "What matters is that we're all here now."
"Exactly," Emily agrees, her demeanor melting into something more casual while maintaining her trademark stoicism. "Though I have to admit, I was starting to worry we'd need to schedule an appointment at the hospital just to catch up with you."
Her attempt at medical humor draws a quiet laugh from Horia. It's something so rare coming from the doc that you have to double-check if you didn't hallucinate it all.
"To be fair," Horia adds, her voice still carrying that soft quality that seems natural to her. "Our schedules aren't exactly the most accommodating either. Between Emily's hospital shifts and our girl's classes..."
She trails off, sharing a knowing look with her wife, and suddenly, you feel like you're ruining a moment between them. The feeling disappears quickly, however, when Vailyn rubs your back up and down gently.
The conversation flows easier now, the initial boring discussion dissolving into something more natural. You notice how Vailyn seems pleased watching the interaction between you all, their expression with that mixture of pride and contentment that only someone who truly cares can show.
"Well," Emily raises her glass of water, her wedding ring catching the light as she does so. "Here's to finally making it happen. Better late than never, right?"
The simple gesture turns into an impromptu toast, everyone raising their glasses with gentle smiles—except Ekissa just crossing $j_their arms and leaning against the wall and Athiel cocking a brow before reluctantly raising $a_their own glass.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2CDOC5">><</button>>Emily nods in understanding; she had you on the phone during those months anyway, so she's aware that you weren't available for dinner or anything at all.
You notice how her shoulders relax slightly at your response. Perhaps she was worried you were really avoiding them on purpose despite the calls and texts. Horia's gentle smile doesn't waver as she leans her head against Emily's shoulder, clearly comfortable with the casual atmosphere.
"Life can get pretty hectic," Vailyn chimes in, giving you a knowing look. "What matters is that we're all here now."
The doc's eyes soften at Vailyn's words, and you can see a flash of that same unreadable emotion cross her features again. You wonder if it has something to do with the past—with <i>$e_them</i>—but you don't want to get there tonight. Some wounds take longer to heal, and you've learned that sometimes questions are better unanswered, for now.
"Well, we're just happy you could make it," Emily says, her stoic demeanor melting into something more genuine. "It's nice to catch up properly."
"It is," you agree, nursing your drink around your hands absently. "So much happened in just a few months."
"I imagine, yes," the doc responds carefully, causing you to glance up to observe her features. As if searching for something to add, Emily fidgets with her glass of whisky. "With work, I meant."
You keep staring at her, something about her demeanor making you pause. She has always acted strangely around you, so you've gotten used to it, but sometimes it feels like something is missing—something you can never read but always notice.
"Yeah, work," you agree pensively, still trying to understand what you can't. "What else would you mean?"
Emily's stoic mask slams back up, leaving you to try harder. "Nothing, that's why I clarified what I meant."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2CDOC5">><</button>>"I see your ego is still intact," Emily comments dryly, though there's amusement in her voice as she watches you with a mixture of fondness but also something else.
"Of course it is," you reply <<if $playful3 == "yes">> with a playful wink<<else>>, your lips tugging higher<</if>>. "Can't let anything damage such perfection."
Horia hides her soft giggles behind her hand, her grip on Emily's arm loosening a bit. "At least you're honest about it."
"Always am," your teeth slowly appears as you shrug. "It's not my fault if everyone wants a piece of this amazingness right here."
Vailyn shakes their head, clearly entertained. Instead of humbling you like any normal people would do, they nod enthusiastically. "My angel is indeed amazing, well, not really humble but amazing nonetheless."
"I'm humble alright," you lift your head, smile unwavering. "And being humble is overrated anyway. Even without it, I'm the most amazingly awesome person you'll ever meet."
The conversation flows easier now, the initial boring discussion dissolving into something more natural. You notice how Vailyn seems pleased watching the interaction between you all, their expression with that mixture of pride and contentment that only someone who truly cares can show.
"Sure you are, kiddo," Emily interjects with barely contained mirth. "Right, ‘Ria?"
"Mh-mmh," her wife nods slowly, her lips twitching. "Very… Very humble."
"See?" you say to no one in particular. "Some people just get me."
"That was barely—" Emily starts again, but Horia gently squeezes her arm.
"Let $m_them have this moment, love," Horia says with a soft smile. "Though I must say, it's refreshing to see someone so... confident."
"See?" You gesture toward Horia. "She gets it. Finally, someone with taste. Horia is now my favorite. Sorry, doc, but your wife has superior judgment."
Vailyn chuckles, crossing their arms. "And here I thought I was your favorite."
"Oh, you're in a league of your own," you assure them without much fight. "No one could ever replace you in my heart of hearts."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2CDOC5">><</button>>"We understand," Emily reassures, her expression softening. "Life gets hectic sometimes."
"More than sometimes," Vailyn hums with a knowing look. "Between work and everything else, finding time for social gatherings becomes a real puzzle."
Horia nods, still holding onto Emily's arm. "That's why we're happy you invited us tonight. Even if it's at your house instead of our place."
"Speaking of which," Emily leans forward slightly, her long strand of hair falling over her shoulder as she continues, "we should definitely plan something at our house next time. Horia makes the most amazing dishes."
"Oh, stop it," Horia blushes, playfully nudging her wife—though you're not sure if she's trying to stop her wife or just trying to hide her shyness. "But yes, I'd love to cook for everyone."
"I'd like that," you say sincerely. "And I'll make sure not to postpone it this time."
She laughs, the sound soft and quiet. "We'll hold you to that promise."
"Maybe we could do it next month?" Emily suggests, glancing between everyone. "That way we can plan ahead and make sure everyone's schedule aligns."
"Next month sounds perfect," Horia agrees, then turns to you with gentle eyes. "And don't worry if something comes up again. We know you're not avoiding us."
"Though we did wonder for a moment," Emily admits hesitantly, but her tone carries no judgment. "Especially after the third reschedule."
"I know, I know." You scrunch your nose. "I felt terrible each time I had to cancel."
"Well, you're here now," Vailyn immediately takes your defense, their hand finding your back to rub soothing circles. "That's what matters."
The conversation flows easier now, the initial boring discussion dissolving into something more natural. You notice how Vailyn seems pleased watching the interaction between you all, their expression with that mixture of pride and contentment that only someone who truly cares can show.
"And the food is excellent," Horia adds, gesturing to the spread on the table across the room. "Though I still think my cooking is better."
Emily rolls her eyes fondly, the sight still a bit weird for you to witness after having seen her stoic mask most of the time. "There she goes again with the cooking competition."
"It's not a competition if I always win," Horia retorts quietly, a growing pout appearing on her lips as she looks down at her wife.
"Now I definitely have to come to your place," you say, genuinely intrigued. "All this talk about your cooking is making me curious."
"Then it's settled," Emily declares. "Next month, our place. And this time," she gives you a pointed look, though her eyes sparkle with humor. "No excuses."
"No excuses," you agree, raising your glass in a small toast. "I promise."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2CDOC5">><</button>>The last thing you want is for her to think you were deliberately staying away from them, and while you know she's probably just teasing, you can't help but feel bad about postponing the dinner you were supposed to have with them so many times.
Therese's expression softens further at your genuine reaction, though that intimidating aura never quite leaves her. "I'm glad to hear that. Thomas was getting worried, you know. He kept wondering if he'd done something wrong during your last meeting."
You wrinkle your nose at her words, starting to know how Thomas can be sometimes.
"I'd never avoid either of you on purpose," you assure her earnestly. "You and Thomas have been nothing but kind to me since we met. I've just been..." you pause, trying to find the right words. "…busy."
"Life gets busy," she fills in for you, understanding clear in her voice. "Trust me, I know all about that. But it's important to make time for the people who matter."
There's a gentle reprimand in her tone, but it's wrapped in such genuine care that you can't help but accept it. And if you're being honest, you'd rather accept it, especially with her.
"You're right," you admit, feeling a bit sheepish. "I promise I'll stay in touch from now on."
Therese gives your arm one final squeeze before letting go. "Good," she says simply, but her smile tells you she's pleased with your response. "Because Thomas and I quite enjoy having you around, you know. It's not every day we meet someone who willingly puts up with his endless stories."
"When you know $namel, Thomas' stories are tame in comparison," you find yourself saying, and Therese's answering laugh is warm and rich.
"Now I know why he likes you so much," she says, her eyes crinkling on the corners. "You're easy to be around."
The conversation flows easier now, the initial ‘boring' discussion dissolving into something more natural. You notice how Vailyn, from across the room, seems pleased watching the interaction between you all, their expression with that mixture of pride and contentment that only someone who truly cares can show.
<<if $AL >= 11>> "So, you and Athiel, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$a_They's an arrogant one, but you do you, I suppose."<<elseif $JL >= 11>>"So, you and Ekissa, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$j_They's a grumpy one. We didn't have time to have a talk with $j_them, but then again, $j_they does $j_their best not to have any conversation with anyone except maybe $namet."<<elseif $TL >= 11>>"So, you and $namet, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$t_They's a sweet one, I'll give you that. A bit stuck up, but oh well."<<elseif $LL >= 11>>"So, you and $namel, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "You got a sweet one, a bit too charming sometimes but sweet nonetheless.<</if>>
<<if $AL >= 11 or $JL >= 11 or $TL >= 11 or $LL >= 11>>"I think that's my cue," you mumble, your pulse skyrocketing at the topic.
That elicits a laugh from the old woman as she raises her hands in surrender. "If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to."
"I don't think I'm ready for that kind of conversation," you confess, rubbing your neck to calm your nerves.
"Then forget what I said," she responds easily.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C79">><</button>>Therese's stern expression intensifies as she crosses her arms, making you feel like a child about to be scolded by their mother.
"Caught in work? That's your excuse?" She clicks her tongue disapprovingly. "You had Thomas worried sick. He kept asking me if he did something wrong during your first meeting. Do you know how many times I had to reassure him?"
You shrink a bit under her intense gaze, though you can hear $namel and Thomas's conversation becoming quieter as they tune in to your exchange.
"And don't even get me started on the missed dinners," she continues, her voice taking on that particular tone parents use when lecturing their kids. "Three times. You cancelled on us three times. Do you know how much food I prepared?"
You're about to apologize again when you notice the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. She's trying not to smile.
"And then you have the audacity to show up looking all apologetic and adorable, making it impossible for me to actually be mad at you," she finally breaks character, a warm laugh escaping her as she pulls you into a quick hug. "I'm just teasing you, sweetheart. Though Thomas really was worried."
Relief floods through you as you return her hug, feeling the tension leave your shoulders. A bit more and you would've ended up in a real argument there. When she pulls back, her blue eyes are sparkling with mischief.
"But seriously," she adds, her voice gentler now. "Don't work yourself too hard. We understand being busy, goodness knows Thomas barely remembered to eat when he was your age—but take care of yourself, okay?"
"'Kay," you feel yourself nodding, still surprised by her scolding that wasn't scolding in the end.
The conversation flows easier now, the initial ‘boring' discussion dissolving into something more natural. You notice how Vailyn, from across the room, seems pleased watching the interaction between you all, their expression with that mixture of pride and contentment that only someone who truly cares can show.
<<if $AL >= 11>> "So, you and Athiel, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$a_They's an arrogant one, but you do you, I suppose."<<elseif $JL >= 11>>"So, you and Ekissa, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$j_They's a grumpy one. We didn't have time to have a talk with $j_them, but then again, $j_they does $j_their best not to have any conversation with anyone except maybe $namet."<<elseif $TL >= 11>>"So, you and $namet, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$t_They's a sweet one, I'll give you that. A bit stuck up, but oh well."<<elseif $LL >= 11>>"So, you and $namel, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "You got a sweet one, a bit too charming sometimes but sweet nonetheless.<</if>>
<<if $AL >= 11 or $JL >= 11 or $TL >= 11 or $LL >= 11>>"I think that's my cue," you mumble, your pulse skyrocketing at the topic.
That elicits a laugh from the old woman as she raises her hands in surrender. "If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to."
"I don't think I'm ready for that kind of conversation," you confess, rubbing your neck to calm your nerves.
"Then forget what I said," she responds easily.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C79">><</button>>Therese narrows her eyes at you, crossing her arms. Something tells you you're gonna have a <i>great</i> time.
"Oh really? Because it sure felt like it. Three cancelled dinners in <i>months</i>? That's quite the record."
You thought you could answer? You thought wrong because she's not done.
"Do you know how many times Thomas asked me if we did something wrong? My poor man was worried sick." She continues, though there's a hint of something playful in her voice that you miss. "And here I was, telling him 'No dear, $m_theyre just busy with work' but was I really sure? Maybe you just didn't like us after all."
You open your mouth to protest, but she raises a hand to stop you. "And don't get me started on those short phone calls. 'Sorry, got to go, meeting in five' or 'Oh, there's an emergency at work' Every. Single. Time."
From the corner of your eye, you notice $namel and Thomas trying to hide their grimaces behind their drinks.
"I was starting to think we'd need to camp outside your office just to see you," she continues, but now you can definitely hear the playful undertone in her voice. "Or maybe hire a private investigator to track you down. Thomas even suggested we should pretend to have a trouble again just to get your attention."
Finally, her serious expression cracks as a warm smile spreads across her face. "I'm just messing with you. We know how demanding your job can be, especially with all those projects $namel keeps piling on your desk."
She gives your arm another gentle squeeze. "But seriously, it's good to finally have you here. Though next time you try to cancel on us, I might actually follow through with that camping plan."
The tension in your shoulders releases as you share a laugh with her. "I was starting to wonder if I had to move to another country and run away."
The conversation flows easier now, the initial ‘boring' discussion dissolving into something more natural. You notice how Vailyn, from across the room, seems pleased watching the interaction between you all, their expression with that mixture of pride and contentment that only someone who truly cares can show.
<<if $AL >= 11>> "So, you and Athiel, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$a_They's an arrogant one, but you do you, I suppose."<<elseif $JL >= 11>>"So, you and Ekissa, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$j_They's a grumpy one. We didn't have time to have a talk with $j_them, but then again, $j_they does $j_their best not to have any conversation with anyone except maybe $namet."<<elseif $TL >= 11>>"So, you and $namet, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$t_They's a sweet one, I'll give you that. A bit stuck up, but oh well."<<elseif $LL >= 11>>"So, you and $namel, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "You got a sweet one, a bit too charming sometimes but sweet nonetheless.<</if>>
<<if $AL >= 11 or $JL >= 11 or $TL >= 11 or $LL >= 11>>"I think that's my cue," you mumble, your pulse skyrocketing at the topic.
That elicits a laugh from the old woman as she raises her hands in surrender. "If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to."
"I don't think I'm ready for that kind of conversation," you confess, rubbing your neck to calm your nerves.
"Then forget what I said," she responds easily.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C79">><</button>>Therese's expression shifts into one of pleasant surprise before she lets out a hearty laugh, the sound drawing both $namel and Thomas's attention momentarily. "You're right about that. I would've known," she agrees, her stern features softening. "I suppose I was just worried. Thomas kept talking about you, wondering if we'd scared you off somehow."
"He tends to worry too much," you say, glancing at Thomas who's now engaged in what seems to be a serious conversation with $namel.
"That he does," Therese nods, her blue eyes shining with fondness as she looks at her husband. "Though I can't blame him. After what happened that day, he felt responsible for putting you in that situation and make you drive him home. He's not the type to be noisy usually, but your situation made him want to help you as much as he can."
"It wasn't a big deal," you shake your head. "Anyone would've drove him home."
"No," Therese shakes her head, her expression turning serious. "Not everyone would've. Most people would've just called a cab and left. You stayed with him, made sure he got home safe even when he came to you out of nowhere," She pauses, taking a sip from her glass. "You could've called the cops on him for being strange, you didn't. He's getting old and I don't like him walking in those streets without at least someone with him. So that means a lot to me."
"Well," you start. "I'm glad we could have this dinner too. It was nice to finally meet you in person."
"Indeed. Though next time, let's not wait so long, okay?" she raises an eyebrow, a hint of playful warning in her tone.
You can't help but smile at that. "Wouldn't dream of it. Besides, as I said, if I were really trying to avoid you, you'd definitely know it."
The conversation flows easier now, the initial ‘boring' discussion dissolving into something more natural. You notice how Vailyn, from across the room, seems pleased watching the interaction between you all, their expression with that mixture of pride and contentment that only someone who truly cares can show.
<<if $AL >= 11>> "So, you and Athiel, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$a_They's an arrogant one, but you do you, I suppose."<<elseif $JL >= 11>>"So, you and Ekissa, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$j_They's a grumpy one. We didn't have time to have a talk with $j_them, but then again, $j_they does $j_their best not to have any conversation with anyone except maybe $namet."<<elseif $TL >= 11>>"So, you and $namet, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "$t_They's a sweet one, I'll give you that. A bit stuck up, but oh well."<<elseif $LL >= 11>>"So, you and $namel, huh?" Therese asks, never one to beat around the bush. "You got a sweet one, a bit too charming sometimes but sweet nonetheless.<</if>>
<<if $AL >= 11 or $JL >= 11 or $TL >= 11 or $LL >= 11>>"I think that's my cue," you mumble, your pulse skyrocketing at the topic.
That elicits a laugh from the old woman as she raises her hands in surrender. "If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to."
"I don't think I'm ready for that kind of conversation," you confess, rubbing your neck to calm your nerves.
"Then forget what I said," she responds easily.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C79">><</button>>"If we're being completely honest, it's my fault too if you couldn't have your dinner," Vailyn chimes in with a beaming smile, not feeling sorry at all, as they wrap an arm around your shoulders and press you against them enough to knock the wind out of your lungs with their usual rough affection.
Emily's stoic mask cracks slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes as she and her wife observe Vailyn suffocating you against their breasts and rubbing their cheek against yours.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"For fuck's sake, Vailyn," you grumble, wriggling your way out of their embrace but getting caught at the last second. "Stop it, I'm not your damn pet."
"See? $m_they love$m_s me," Vailyn chuckles, taking pity on you as they finally let you go. "$m_They look$m_s scary like that, but there's no better angel than this one, I tell you."
Finally freed, you sigh, straightening your shirt. "You're gonna kill me one day with your affection."
"As a famous singer said," Vailyn starts, fists planted on their hips, "kill them with kindness."
"That doesn't work with you, tho."
"It does; you just have to look very, very, very closely, and you'll see it was kindness all along!"
Now that's an obvious lie. You're not ready for another round of Vailyn's hug, so better shut up about it.<<else>>"Vailyn," you lift your head to avoid suffocating in their breasts while patting their back. "Vailyn, maybe don't try to kill me."
""See? $m_they love$m_s me," Vailyn chuckles, taking pity on you as they finally let you go. "$m_Theyre always such a sweetheart; there's clearly no better angel than this one, I tell you."
A long, good-natured sigh leaves your mouth as you smooth your shirt once you're finally free. "I just hope your love won't literally kill me one of these days."
"Of course not," they wave away your concern, reaching out to fix your shirt correctly. "The only way I'll kill you is probably from embarrassment."
You huff a laugh, agreeing easily with the statement.<</if>>
<<if $AL >= 11>>"We've talked a little with Athiel earlier," Horia declares gently with a warm look. "$a_They seems to be a good person for–"<<elseif $JL >= 11>>"We've talked a little with Ekissa earlier," Horia declares gently with a warm look. "$j_They seems to be a good person for–"<<elseif $TL >= 11>>"We've talked a little with $namet earlier," Horia declares gently with a warm look. "$t_They seems to be a good person for–"<<elseif $LL >= 11>>"We've talked a little with $namel earlier," Horia declares gently with a warm look. "$l_They seems to be a good person for–"<</if>>
<<if $AL >= 11 or $JL >= 11 or $TL >= 11 or $LL >= 11>>"I think it's time for cake; we stole $name before $m_they had time to eat some," Vailyn sing-songs, fast to change the topics as if to hide something.
You share a confused look with Horia, who only mirrors your expression. Looking back at Vailyn, you narrow your eyes. "What did you tell them, Vailyn?"
"Nothing, angel," they smile innocently, dragging you far away from the doc and her wife. They're sure determined to change the subject. "Let's go!"<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C79">><</button>><b>9:36
Macara Residence – Home</b>
This is finally happening. Ekissa and Athiel are leaving today. The house already felt empty when they started packing their bags and charging their respective cars. No papers, canvas, or anything artistic in the living room; no concealer, clothes, and jewelry scattered everywhere in the house.
Nothing's left except your things.
"Lemme guess, you want to help," Ekissa scowls at $namel and $namet, who are standing a few feet away from Ekissa's car, which, by the way, is more than charged with $j_their belongings.
Your best friend's arms are folded over $j_their chest, curly white hair ruffling against $j_their forehead as the wind blows softly with biting cold. $j_They's not happy; that much is obvious. However, with $namel, $j_they should've called it that the old $l_man would want to help $j_them and Athiel to move back to their places.
$namet only stares back blankly, unfazed by Ekissa's attempt to... you don't even know what $j_they's trying to do. These past days there have been more barking than biting with $j_them; $j_they's losing $j_their touch.
You're afraid the grumpy $j_man is getting soft on them. If you tell $j_them that, though, $j_they'll probably curse you and all your lineage.
"There's this too," Athiel cuts in, putting yet another bag in Ekissa's car, even when the model has enough place to put it in $a_their own car.
You chance a look at Athiel's car. Nope, you take that back. $a_Their car is filled with so many things, you can barely see the backseat—just enough to see the road behind from the rearview mirror.
"Oi, take that shit back," Ekissa snaps, unfolding $j_their arms to point at the offensive bag. "How many times do I gotta tell you? I'm not taking any of your stuff."
The model is far too busy checking if $a_their car is good to go or if $a_they has to add something else in Ekissa's car to respond. Once satisfied, $a_they glances at everyone.
"Where to first?" $a_they ignores Ekissa to raise $a_their eyebrows expectantly to you, $namel, and $namet. "Ekissa's place or mine?"
"I don't mind either way." $namel's dimple deepens slightly when $l_they offers a smile, glad $l_they's not being turned down and doesn't have to insist to come this time.
$namet, as expressive as always, responds matter-of-factly. "Which one is the closest?"
"Mine," Ekissa grumbles, giving up on trying to push them all away despite $j_their obvious frustration about it all.
"Then let's go to Ekissa's first."
"Do you ever care about my opinion, or am I talking to fucking walls?" Your best friend's scowl deepens, yanking $j_their car door opens, getting in, and slamming it close.
You scratch your neck, feeling both amused and exasperated by your grumpy bestie. You meet the other's gaze. "Let's tail each other."
"Alright." $namet nods. $t_They turns on $t_their heels, leaving with $namel trailing behind, a wide, pleased grin plastered on $l_their face.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C80">><</button>><b>11:51
Macara Residence – Home</b>
Finally done helping Ekissa getting $j_their stuff in $j_their appartement and arranging everything once inside, you're leaning against the table in the kitchen, dipping your head in agreement. "Yeah, you should probably make some grocery shopping too, I doubt what's in your fridge is still edible."
"Tell me about it," Ekissa groans, closing the nearly empty fridge before padding to the hallway. "I'll change real quick."
Waiting where you are still standing and slightly bent over, you prop your chin on your palm, your other hand busy drumming against the flat surface. You were expecting more dust in there, maybe some cockroaches and lizards lurking here and there—so you were amazed when you found it actually empty of any insects or dust.
The place is still spattered by paper, brushes, canvas and $j_their guitar, but you can't say you're surprised. It wouldn't be Ekissa's apartment if there weren't any mess around. Clean mess at that. No clothes, unwashed plates, dirt or anything. Just art and music stuff.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C81">><</button>><<if $AL >= 11>> On the balcony, Athiel wrinkles $a_their nose when $namet blows the smoke away, still smelling the scent of the nicotine. Crossing $a_their arms over $a_their chest, $a_they leans back against the rail of the balcony, looking down from the 6th floor where they're situated.
"$name is in the kitchen," $namet declares matter-of-factly, $t_their eyes focused on the cars driving by down there.
Athiel's shoulders tense at the stoic man's statement; it rings like a subtle nudge for $a_them to move and join you. The model won't. Why would $a_they? $a_They's perfectly good standing there and smelling the disgusting scent of tobacco.
Tone getting defensive, $a_their eyes flicker to the CFO—$a_their head still turned partially away. "And?"
"And nothing," $namet responds flatly. $t_They brings $t_their cigarette to $t_their lips, absorbing the nicotine into $t_their lungs before letting it escape through $t_their nostrils slowly. "I'm just telling you $m_theyre in the kitchen."
Athiel narrows $a_their eyes at the stoic man. $a_They can't help it. Every time someone brings your name up, $a_their skin crawls. Not because talking about you pisses $a_them off or disgusts $a_them—it's because it doesn't. And this? This is the better way to make guilt eat $a_them inside a bit more each time.
"Why are you saying it like that, then?" $a_they asks, $a_their tone more biting than $a_they thinks.
$a_Their unease is starting to show: deflection, agitation, aggression. $a_They tries to calm down—after all, $namet didn't say anything much. So $a_them getting all defensive is like shooting $a_themself in the foot and proving a point $a_they doesn't want to even acknowledge in the first place.
"Like what?" the CFO finally turns to face the model with a tiny frown.
Athiel narrows $a_their eyes further, agitation growing and frustration radiating from $a_their body. "Like I'm supposed to care."
$namet watches the blondie, observes $t_them, and for a minute longer, $t_they seems to find and to brush only the top of the iceberg the model tries so hard to hide.
"You don't?"
That makes Athiel snap $a_their gaze away, frowning at no one in particular. "Are you trying to get on my nerves?" A mirthless laugh. "If so, you're doing a wonderful job."
The stoic $t_man stares at Athiel a moment longer before turning $t_their attention back to the cars down there with a pensive look. "Does being honest scare you that much?"
"Shut up," comes Athiel's defensive retort.
"And when are you going to think about getting some proper rest?" $namet continues, unimpressed by the blondie agitation.
"Oh my god," the blondie throws up $a_their hands with a groan. "I wasn't aware of having two mothers."
"You will get sick if you keep going."
"You're not the one who has to take care of four people at the same time," Athiel snaps. "But by all means, give me the cash to handle my rent and my mother if you want me to rest."
"Your father can–"
"He can't; what he earns is not enough," the model cuts $namet off, jaw clenching and frown deepening. "I don't want to talk about it."
A beat.
"Okay." $namet dips $t_their head in agreement, not pushing nor prying.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2CAT1">><</button>><<elseif $TL >= 11>> $namet takes a drag of $t_their cigarette where $t_they's standing on the balcony, one hand buried in $t_their pants pocket. $t_Their gaze is trained on the cars down there from the 6th floor where they're situated, but $t_their mind is elsewhere.
Blowing the smoke away, $t_their forehead creases, deep in thought. That seems to pique Athiel's curiosity as $a_they leans against the rail. "What got you so pensive?"
"Work," $namet doesn't hesitate to answer. "The corporation had a lot to handle over the years, and I'm just wondering if it'll continue like that for years to come as well."
It's a lie. A good damn lie. And $namet excels at lying, at making people think what $t_they wants them to think. It comes with the job; being CFO taught $t_them that much. Being the $t_son of a CEO taught $t_them that much. Only a few people can see through the well-crafted expression and demeanor $t_they created—$t_their $l_father being one of them.
Athiel rolls $a_their eyes, $a_their shoulders dropping in disappointment. "Again with that ‘YOUR' thing?"
The CFO dips $t_their head in confirmation, aware that the blondie was expecting something more exciting than just the topic of $t_their work. "Mh."
"Do you think it's something you should worry about?" Athiel crosses $a_their arms, curiosity gone but not minding making small talk.
"Not really."
"Then why are you thinking about your job?"
The muscle in $namet's twitches subtly. Is $t_they getting sloppy? "Habits, probably."
"Boring…" Athiel sing-song mockingly, though there's no real heat behind $a_their words. "Can I ask you something?"
"Does it concern work?"
"Oh my god," the blondie groans in exasperation, the sound reverberating in the air. "Do you live only for your job?"
"No," $namet shakes $t_their head, $t_their gaze landing back on the $a_man next to $t_them. "Go ahead."
"Do you have a thing for $name?"
<<button "NEXT" "CP2CTR1">><</button>><<elseif $LL >= 11>>Ekissa stops on $j_their track to watch the old $l_man still trying to decipher the meaning of an old painting Ekissa left behind months ago resting on the coffee table.
$namel admires the work, eyes glued to the art. $l_Their hand reaches out to trail $l_their fingers along the dry painting; this one isn't colorful, nor is it gloomy like $l_they had expected from the grumpy artist—it looks fancy, feels steady and with a hint of warmth.
But then again, $namel is no artist. Art was never $namel's thing, especially abstract ones. However, $l_they does love getting lost when $l_they sees one, trying to guess the different colors used, the meaning, how many hours the artists spent on these.
"Like it?" Ekissa breaks the silence with $j_their usual gruff tone.
The CEO blinks back to reality, $l_their gaze landing on the white-haired $j_man in surprise. It's probably one of the rare times Ekissa decides to have a decent conversation with $l_them without snapping or mocking.
"It's interesting," $namel admits easily, focusing back on Ekissa's art with a smile.
Folding $j_their arms over $j_their chest, Ekissa nods. "Mh, I've spent three days on this one."
$namel chokes on air, shock evident on $l_their features. "Three days??"
"What," Ekissa snorts, brows raising pointedly, "you thought paintings were made in two hours top?"
The old $l_man chuckles sheepishly, feeling like $l_they probably fucked up. $l_They hopes not. $l_They didn't mean to undermine Ekissa's work. "No, it's just… three days is a lot."
"You didn't see the one I sold last month then. That one took me a week, if not two. My client wanted something exactly like he wanted."
"That's a lot…" $namel whistles low, clearly impressed.
Ekissa shrugs, a satisfied smirk pulling at $j_their lips. "Pay well, tho."
"I imagine," $namel glances around the apartment, suddenly aware of the silence. "...where's $name?"
Ekissa's lips twitch, amusement dancing in $j_their eyes. $j_They tilts $j_their head slightly, studying the older $l_man with newfound interest. "Why?"
"Just to know if I can spend some time with $m_them," $namel murmurs genuinely.
The honesty seems to throw Ekissa off balance, and $j_they has to blink a few times before composing $j_themself. "In the kitchen."
"Thanks," $namel grins, ready to join you. $l_They turns on $l_their heel, taking a few steps toward the kitchen with a light bounce in $l_their step.
Before $l_they can get too far, Ekissa calls out, a hint of protective concern in $j_their voice, shoulders tensing slightly. "$namel."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2CL1">><</button>><<elseif $JL >= 11>>Ekissa pauses mid-step when $j_they spots $namel examining one of $j_their paintings resting on the coffee table—the one $j_they left here months ago.
"This is really nice," $namel comments, $l_their eyes tracing the art even if $l_they doesn't know much about this kind of things. "The contrast is striking."
"Thanks," Ekissa replies gruffly, shoving $j_their hands in $j_their pockets. "Took three days to get the texture right."
$namel's eyes widen as $l_they whistles, impressed. "Three days? That's some dedication."
"That's my job," Ekissa deadpans, trying to bite back the proud smile threatening to show on $j_their lips, just like everytime someone praise $j_their work. Both embarrassed yet proud.
The old $l_man steps back, tilting $l_their head to take in the full effect. After a moment of comfortable silence, a knowing smile spreads across $l_their face. "So... you and $name seem pretty close lately."
Ekissa furrows $j_their eyebrows, genuinely confused. Of all topics, $j_they wouldn't have guessed $namel would've talked about this one in particular. It should be obvious; you two are best friends. What's so surprising about you being close? It's been seven years you're close, noting shocking about it.
The more $j_they thinks about it, the more $j_they's getting lost in $j_their confusion, trying to understand the teasing and knowing smile of the CEO as if it hides secrets $j_they's not aware of.
It pisses $j_them offf. As if the CEO would know better than Ekissa.
"We're best friends," $j_they finally answers, frown deepening; not getting where the $l_man is going with this obvious statement. "Of course we're close."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2CJ1">><</button>><<else>>The sound of footsteps draws your attention as $namet enters the kitchen, $t_their gaze sweeping around the room before settling on you. "Was it always this messy when $j_they lived at your place? I thought it was just a one-time thing but I guess it's not."
You can't help a small laugh at the question, remembering the constant state of artistic chaos that followed Ekissa everywhere except $j_their guest room at your place.
Before you can answer, $namel appears behind $namet, a knowing smile playing on $l_their lips.
"Oh, yes. Papers everywhere, paint splatters on unexpected surfaces," $namel confirms, leaning against the doorframe. "I helped them clean up last night when you left early. The living room was practically $j_their personal studio."
"Mh, I saw that much," $namet agrees as $t_they folds $t_their arms over $t_their chest.
"You make it sound like I was living in a dump," Ekissa scoffs, emerging from $j_their room in fresh clothes. $j_They runs a hand through $j_their white curls, shooting an annoyed look at $namel. "And Athiel was way worse. Have you seen how many products that $a_man has? Makeup everywhere, clothes thrown all over the place—"
"That's rich coming from someone who turns every surface into an art station!" Athiel's voice carries from the balcony, where $a_they's apparently been listening to the conversation. $a_They pokes $a_their head through the entrance of the kitchen, golden hair catching the light. "At least my mess was organized chaos."
"Organized my ass," Ekissa retorts, crossing $j_their arms. "I found your concealer in the kitchen cabinet once. The kitchen cabinet, Athiel."
"That was one time," Athiel huffs, waving his hand as if trying to bat away an annoying bug, fully stepping into the kitchen now. "And what about that time I found your paintbrushes in the bathroom sink?"
"They needed cleaning."
"In my personal bathroom?"
Ekissa smirks at the model. "I wasn't about to dirty mine. Your bathroom was the better option."
You watch the back-and-forth with amusement, catching $namet's slight head shake and $namel's poorly concealed grin. It's funny how even after moving out, they're still bickering about their living habits.
"And at least I didn't leave jewelry everywhere," Ekissa counters. "Do you know how many times I almost swallowed one of your rings because you left them near the coffee maker?"
"Maybe you should be more careful and actually look in your mug before drinking," Athiel fires back.
$namel clears $l_their throat, trying to hide $l_their laughter. "Maybe we should focus on getting everything else unpacked? We still have to go to Athiel's place, after all."
"Fine," both Ekissa and Athiel grumble in unison, which only makes you and $namel laugh harder while $namet maintains $t_their stoic expression, though you can see the ghost of a smile tugging at $t_their lips.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C82">><</button>><</if>>Stepping back inside, the model's thoughts are a jumble mess. This topic was <i>not</i> something $a_they wanted to start. It only ends up with $a_them more stressed than after spending the whole day working. Between modeling gigs and the little job $a_they found at a bar, $a_they's aware $a_they's pushing $a_their limit. It doesn't mean $a_they can do otherwise.
$a_They doesn't have a choice. What is $a_they supposed to do? Stand there and watch $a_their family struggling with their rent? Leaving $a_their dad dealing with $a_their mother, who can't spend one month without cash for her shopping? $a_They can't.
Stopping when $a_they reaches the entrance of the kitchen, $a_their attention is pulled to something… something $a_they shouldn't linger on. Your form bending slightly over the table, waiting patiently, unaware of $a_their presence yet—all of it makes $a_them swallow.
The view is… distracting. $a_They should probably look away—what will you think if you catch $a_them staring like a perv? Not only will you see $a_them like a perv but also like a creep too by not announcing $a_their presence while staring at you.
$a_They already feels $a_their cheeks burning as if $a_they spent the day under the sun, $a_their skin overheating, and thoughts messier than earlier. It's getting too hot, $a_they feels like $a_they might suffocate.
"Eyes up, perv," Ekissa mutters behind $a_them, making the model jump as your best friend walks past $a_them and joins you back.
It doesn't help the blush from spreading across the arrogant $a_man's face to $a_their neck. $a_They just wants the floor to swallow $a_them whole, especially when you turn around and notice $a_them.
Today will be a long one…
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C82">><</button>>The question catches $namet off guard, $t_their eyes widening despite $t_themself. $t_They schools $t_their expression back to $t_their usual stoicism before the blondie can notice, and yet the tension in $t_their shoulders betrays $t_their emotions.
The answer is careful, measured. "I don't think dating is in $m_their plan right now."
"That doesn't answer my question." Athiel watches $namet, squinting $a_their eyes as if doing so will help $a_them read the $t_man.
"It's too soon to tell."
"That doesn't answer my question eithe—"
$namet does something that completely breaks $t_their character, something $t_they wouldn't do usually. $t_They runs away from this topic and steps back inside, expression unchanging, not cracking. $t_They doesn't even glance back, knowing all $t_they will see is Athiel's confused or knowing look. Neither is what $t_they wants to see.
Once inside, $t_their attention shifts to $t_their $l_father still trying to figure out what one of Ekissa's paintings means. $t_They doesn't linger, avoiding another flurry of questions before padding to the entrance of the kitchen.
$t_They's met with a sight to behold, your form slightly bent down over the table. But it's not your ass $t_they's looking at; that'd be easy to look down considering you're not even aware of $t_their presence—not yet at least.
$t_They doesn't, keeping $t_their eyes on your neck, shoulders, back. Looking further isn't what $t_they needs to lose $t_themself in the view, just this—you standing or crouching or whatever other position you might be in—it's enough.
"Appreciating the view?" Ekissa inquires with a snort as $j_they passes by to join you back.
$namet watches the back of your best friend, hand fishing in $t_their pocket to take $t_their pack of chewing gum and popping one in $t_their mouth.
<i>Focus.</i> Straightening $t_their back, $t_they approaches you two, $t_their stoic mask firmly in place.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C82">><</button>>"Mh?" $namel pauses, looking back over $l_their shoulder with raised eyebrows.
"Should I be worried?"
Ekissa's question hangs in the air, $j_their stance protective and eyes searching $namel's face for any sign of ill intent.
The warning mixed with concern brings a soft smile to $namel's lips, knowing too well the double meaning in the grumpy $j_man's question. $l_They shakes $l_their head, no playful smile, no teasing. $l_Their answer is serious. "No. But feel free to kick my ass if I ever prove you wrong."
Your best friend doesn't leave yet, scrutinizing the CEO with narrowed eyes. Not finding any lies in $namel's gaze, $j_they nods. Even if $j_they stared at the old $l_man for hours, $j_they wouldn't be able to fully see through $l_them. "I will if you try anything funny on $m_them."
Not waiting for a response, Ekissa disappears in the hallway and bedroom, closing with a soft thud behind $j_them.
$namel resumes $l_their steps to the kitchen, freezing at the entrance when $l_they notices you. Your form bent over, unaware of $l_their arrival, is… fascinating. Not because of the view—that is a beautiful one at that—but because of how you look more relaxed, in your element.
There's always this subtle tension in your shoulders, but it's not here today.
$l_They doesn't announce $l_their presence yet, not wanting to bother you in your peaceful moment. And if $l_they's being honest, $l_they wants to enjoy this moment, appreciate the view, without having to act like $l_they always does with $l_their teasing, jokes, flirts…
Leaning $l_their shoulder against the wall, $l_their expression softens and $l_their smile turns tender.
Maybe $l_they can let $l_themself hope again.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C82">><</button>>$namel squints $l_their eyes at the grumpy $j_man, unsure if $j_they's being silly on purpose or if Ekissa is really that slow. "That's not what I meant; don't tell me you don't see it?"
Ekissa scowls, frustration growing at not understanding a single damn word $namel's saying. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Oh come on," $namel chuckles but the old $l_man grows uncertain.
Did $namel read it all wrong...? Surely not, you and Ekissa became closer. $namel didn't see you much together in the past but the few moments $l_they saw you, you weren't <i>this</i> close.
$l_They turns to face Ekissa. "The way you two interact, how in sync you are. There's definitely something there."
Ekissa blinks, caught off guard by the suggestion. $j_They's never really thought about you that way before. Sure, you're close. Sure, sometimes you two looks like a couple for people around. That's how best friends are, isn't it? Friends who can read each other like open books, who have each other's back, who get affectionate just because they need it and without any ulterior motives.
Yeah, maybe there's an easy comfort between you that $j_they doesn't have with others. But romantic feelings? That's never crossed $j_their mind.
Not because you're not attractive—you definitely are, and Ekissa is not blind. It's more that your friendship has always felt so natural that $j_they never considered it could be something else. The idea feels foreign, like trying to solve a puzzle with pieces from different sets.
"You're reading too much into it," Ekissa says, waving off $namel's implications. "We're just friends. Always have been."
"If you say so," $namel responds, though $l_their tone suggests $l_they's not entirely convinced. "Just seems like there might be more there than you realize."
Ekissa runs a hand through $j_their white curls, more bewildered than defensive. It's not that the thought makes $j_them uncomfortable—it just doesn't compute. Like trying to imagine $j_their guitar suddenly turning into a trumpet. You are you, $j_their best friend who gets $j_their moods and don't mind $j_their snark. Trying to see you as anything else feels like attempting to rewrite a story that's already perfect as it is.
"Whatever you're thinking, drop it," $j_they mutters, continuing $j_their path to $j_their room. "I need to change, and you need to stop making up stories in your head."
$namel's knowing laugh follows $l_them down the hallway, but Ekissa's mind is already elsewhere, mentally cataloging what clothes $j_they needs to grab.
Still, a tiny part of $j_their brain can't help but turn $namel's words over and over, like a smooth stone in $j_their pocket that $j_they can't stop touching.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C82">><</button>><b>01:51
Macara Residence – Home</b>
The day passed too fast; before you realized it, you were back at your empty house. Helping Athiel move back in $a_their apartment was shockingly faster than with Ekissa, and Athiel had a <i>lot</i> of bags to carry. It's probably because you were all exhausted, moving faster with only one thought: going back home.
Something is missing now in your house, but it's only the first night alone so that's probably why you're feeling like this. You just have to hope the feeling will eventually leave you.
And you have $catname, so you're not completely alone.
Speaking of that feline, he was more than happy to have you alone; the second you came back, he was already waiting at the front door and asking for attention. He's still close to you right now, sleeping on your bed, curled around himself while you grab your clothes to get a much-needed shower.
Getting everything you need, you pad to your bathroom—
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C83">><</button>>The ring of your phone makes you stop mid-step. Staring at the door of your bathroom in front of you, a shiver runs down your spine.
This bad feeling you had for a while creeps up a little harder, a little deeper. It amplifies and wraps slowly around your heart to ever so slowly squeeze it like a stress ball in the most uncomfortable way. The towel in your hand nearly drops—you squeeze it tightly before it can fall.
The ring continues. It seems like the person calling won't give up.
It reverberates like an ominous melody. Who would call at 1AM?
You shake your head so fast to shake off the mounting anxiety; you're worried you'll get a whiplash. With a sharp breath, you turn around, storming to your bed to snatch your phone and respond without even looking.
Looking would get you more nervous.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C84">><</button>><div style="text-align: center;">
You should've looked.</div>
"Angel." The deep voice starts, and you feel like you're falling all over again.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C85">><</button>><div style="text-align: center;">
"Can we talk?"</div>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C86">><</button>><i>You stand tall, holding his gaze with defiance. You won't let him get his way once again. If he thinks you'll just nod and comply, he's sorely mistaken.
You've had enough of this bullshit. You're 18 now; an adult. Surely it's supposed to mean something? That you can leave this shitty house if he as much as raises his hand. Surely now you can do more than just endure it?
But even leaving, you can't. That'd be the easy way out. You could run away and never see his face, escape this living hell, and just forget about it all without looking back. You can't. What will happen to your siblings if you leave? What shield will they have if not you?
Vince already tried to leave once, and by leaving, you're not talking about leaving the house but this whole world. He's so young and yet so fragile. What will happen to him if you leave?
And Kadis? It's always easy for your father to lash out at a woman; <<if $gender == "woman">>you and your mother are proof<<else>>your mother is proof<</if>> enough. She tends to listen to your father immediately to avoid any altercation, but with her smart mouth, how long before your father finds an excuse to hit her anyway?
Jackson is so stubborn to hide his fear but always asks for your help when things go south for him. How many times did you get beat because you decided to cover him? If you leave, what will happen to him? He's being more and more like your dad, and if you leave him, you won't have a chance to at least try to guide him back to the ‘right' path before it's too late.
"I told you to go to your room before you piss me off more than you already did," you father looks down at you, eyes narrowed into slits. The anger radiates off his body, the smell of cigarette and alcohol invading your sense. "Move."
The aura escaping him is crushing. Suffocating. But you stand your ground, even when your body trembles. That's what you hate. The unwanted reaction he gains from just standing too close to you, the unwanted adrenaline shooting through your veins he earns from just a look and a menacing tone.
Tears gather on the corners of your eyes, rage and fear intertwining and overwhelming you.</i>
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*[["What are you gonna do?" You scoff, face hardening. "Hit me again?"|CP2C87]]
*[["You think I'm scared?" you ask through gritted teeth. "Fuck off."|CP2C88]]
*[[You just stare back at him, not moving an inch.|CP2C89]]
*[["You can hit me, I won't let you hurt him." You retort calmly.|CP2C90]]
*[[You smile at your dad, all sweet and fake. "Fuck. You."|CP2C91]]<i>"You think I won't?" his face contorts in barely contained anger, his fists clenching at his sides and his jaw working so hard it might break some teeth.
A mocking huff escapes your nose. When did he control himself from beating you? If that happened, you were probably not born yet. "I just don't care."
"Why do you never listen?!" Loras snarls, gripping the collar of your shirt and shaking you roughly. "Is it so hard to do what I say?"
"Get off," you grip his wrists, knuckles turning white as you try to yank them away, only to fail. Each. Fucking. Time. You try again, panic mounting. "Fucking get off!"
"Last warning, get in your room before you regret it, $name," he spits, words dripping with venom.
He lets you go, shoving you away hard enough for you to stagger backward. His warning goes into deaf ears. "No."
"What?"
"I said no," you repeat, your shaking voice holding resentment and hatred so thick you can taste it.
And just like that, your cheeks are pressed tightly between his fingers. Your inner cheeks are slammed against your teeth, compressed hard enough to force your lips to part without your consent. A pained and surprised noise leaves your nose, expression contorted unnaturally.
Your body trembles like a damn leaf under his intimidating handling, and you can't do anything about it. The adrenaline, fear, and anger are too strong to control the shaking.
"Fucking lil shit," he grits out, pressing tighter and tighter.
You feel like he's trying to crush and break your jaw with just his hand, and he's nearly succeeding in doing just that. It's only when a tear runs down your cheek that he lets go roughly with a mocking laugh.
"Why are you crying?" he asks like he didn't just grab you to try and break you. "You asked for it. I told you to listen to me, but you didn't. All of this? That's your fault."</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C92">><</button>><i>"What did you say?" he asks, the words echoing like an ominous warning.
Your reflex is to apologize because you know this tone. That usually means you're about to endure a tough moment, and ‘tough' is an understatement. The first thing you want to say is that you won't talk back again, that you won't curse at him again, to say amen to everything he judges being the right thing to do.
But you've had enough, haven't you?
So with your chin lifted, you repeat. "Fuck. Off."
His face darkens immediately, and before you can blink, his palm connects harshly with your cheek. The force of it makes your head snap to the side, the sting spreading across your face like wildfire.
But you're done cowering. You're done being afraid. The burning sensation on your cheek only fuels your anger more.
You turn your head back to face him, a bitter laugh escaping your throat. "That's all you got? Years of this shit and that's still your only answer?"
His nostrils flare, anger rolling off him in waves. "Watch your fucking mouth, $name."
"Or what?" You take a step forward, even as your heart pounds against your ribcage, even if you feel like crying. "You'll hit me again? Go ahead. Show everyone what kind of father you really are."
His hand shoots out, gripping your throat. Not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to make his point. A warning. But you're beyond warnings now.
You grab his wrist, digging your nails into his skin. "You're pathetic," you spit out, voice rough from the pressure on your throat. "A real ‘man' doesn't need his fists to be respected."
His grip tightens for a moment, and you see something flash in his eyes, maybe surprise, maybe rage, or maybe both. It's not every day you stand your ground, after all. That might be a real shock for him to not have a dog listening to everything he says.
Then he shoves you away, hard enough that you stumble but manage to stay standing.
"Get out of my sight," he growls, but there's something different in his tone. Something almost uncertain.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C92">><</button>><i>Your gaze never wavers despite the overwhelming urge to look away, to submit, to run. The silence stretches between you two, thick and suffocating like the cigarette smoke that clings to his clothes.
His face darkens with each passing second, the vein in his temple pulsing visibly. You can practically hear his teeth grinding together, see the way his fingers twitch at his sides, already anticipating the familiar motion of striking you.
But you don't break eye contact. You've spent years looking down, years averting your gaze, years pretending not to see. Not today. Today, you stare right back at the monster who claims to be your father, letting him see every ounce of defiance you've kept buried.
"You think you're tough now?" Loras sneers, taking a threatening step forward. The floorboards creak under his heavy boot, and the sound makes your heart skip a beat. "Standing there like some kind of hero?"
Still, you say nothing. Your silence seems to infuriate him more than any words could. You watch as his face turns to an ugly expression that promises violence, as his breathing becomes more labored—not from exertion, but from pure rage.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" he roars, slamming his fist against the wall beside your head. The impact makes you flinch internally, but you don't show it.
You don't give him that satisfaction.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C92">><</button>><i>Your father's face twists with barely contained rage, a vein popping on his forehead. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes grows stronger as he leans in, his hot breath fanning across your face. Your stomach churns at the smell, but you hold your ground.
Behind you, Vince probably stands frozen, and you can practically feel the waves of fear radiating from him. You know your little brother fucked up—took your father's stupid phone to play at something he saw his friends play and lost it somewhere he doesn't remember where. But you'd rather get beat than let your father lay a hand on him.
"Move," your father growls, the single word dripping with that same usual promise of violence.
You don't. Instead, you straighten your spine, muscles coiled tight with tension. Your hands shake at your sides, but you curl them into fists, nails digging crescents into your palms.
The pain grounds you, keeps you from backing down.
"I said move!" he barks, spit flying.
"No," you say, voice steady despite the fear churning in your gut. The word feels like a victory and a death sentence all at once.
You know what's coming. Can see it in the way his eyes darken, the way his shoulders bunch up. You've memorized these signs like a survival manual. Each twitch, each shift in his stance is a warning bell in your head.
But you won't move. You can't. Because the alternative is Vince getting the beating meant for you, and that's not happening.
Not today.
Not ever.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C92">><</button>><i>Your father's face darkens instantly, expression twisting into something ugly and dangerous. The air grows thick with tension, making it hard to breathe as you maintain that sickly sweet smile. Your heart pounds against your ribcage like it's trying to break free, but you won't show him how terrified you actually are.
You know that's the stupidest thing you could have done; this is a free ticket to end up barely breathing on the floor. Maybe you're going crazy. Maybe he hit your head so many times that your brain doesn't work properly anymore and make you do dumb things.
"What did you just say to me?" he growls, taking a menacing step forward.
Your smile widens, showing teeth. Yeah, you're going insane. The surge of adrenaline makes you feel almost high, reckless. "What, are you deaf now? Or is all that alcohol finally rotting your brain?"
Satisfaction. That's the only word that could describe what you're feeling right now.
You know you're playing with fire. Hell, you're practically dousing yourself in gasoline and handing him the matches. But there's a sick satisfaction in watching his face turn into an ugly expression, in seeing the vein in his forehead throb dangerously.
"You ungrateful lil—" he snarls, hand already raised.
"Go ahead," you taunt, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Show everyone what a big man you are, beating your own child. Really puts the 'father of the year' trophy in perspective, doesn't it?"
Your words hit their mark. You can see it in the way his entire body tenses, in how his breathing becomes erratic with rage. The smile never leaves your face, even as your stomach churns with fear and your legs feel like they might give out any second.
You're not stupid, you know exactly what's coming. But for this one moment, this brief instance of defiance, you feel powerful. Like you've finally taken back a tiny piece of control he's stolen from you over the years.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C92">><</button>><i>You feel a tug on the sleeve of your shirt—the type of shirt you wear more often these past years to hide the bruises since one of your professors was smart enough to call the cops on your dad. And what did you gain? Nothing. That only earned another beating for you.
You suck in a sharp breath when your father glowers at you. This is about to get real ugly. You can feel it.
"$name," your youngest brother pleads, his small and quiet voice can be heard by only you as he tugs again your sleeve. "Please, let's just… let's just go to our room."
"No, you're not going anywhere until I say so; I'm not done with you," Loras glares down at Vince.
Footsteps can be heard through the hallway, your other young brother, Jackson, appearing in the living room where you all were. "What's going on here?"
"Your idiot of a brother lost my fucking phone," your father explains roughly. "And he had to go and wake up his <<if $gender == "man">>brother<<elseif $gender == "woman">>sister<<else>>sibling<</if>> with his crying."</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C93">><</button>><i>Jackson frowns at both you and Vince as if all of this were just a ploy to anger your father once again.
"Do you have to piss him off every time?" Jackson asks you, irritated.
You stare at him in disbelief, heart clenching at the tone he's taking with you—a feeling you always have when he keeps defending your father.
You narrow your eyes, snapping. "Because that's my fault now if our dear father can't talk without his fists?"
"You know we don't have the right to touch his stuff!" Jackson throws his hands up in disbelief. "You could've let him handle Vince. The kid won't learn if you keep protecting him."
<i>The kid?</i> Jackson isn't even 18 and he calls Vince <i>kid</i> when he's not even considered an adult yet? That's rich coming from him.
"So I should let our dear dad hit him?" you frown at the young man. "For a phone Vince didn't even touch?"
You're lying. You and Vince know you're lying. And you'll keep lying to avoid your father to beat your brother.
"If he learns like this, yes. Stop being so dumb, trying to—"</i>
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*[["I suggest you show me some respect, Jack," you warn coldly.|CP2C94]]
*[["You're taking his side?" you frown at your brother, hurt and anger coloring your tone.|CP2C95]]
*[[You scoff. "Funny you say that. You don't seem to mind when I do that for you."|CP2C96]]
*[["Are you kidding me?" you snap at your brother. "You, of all people try to lecture me right now?"|CP2C97]]
*[["Not now, Jack," you clench your jaw, containing yourself to not snap at him.|CP2C98]]<i>The tension in the room shifts, crackling with a new kind of electricity as you level your younger brother with an icy stare. He became too much like your father, and you don't even know where you failed him when you spent most of your time protecting them all.
It should be obvious; it should feel natural to take Vince's defense. To protect him. But no, not for Jackson. Of course you'd be the one at fault in the story. There's always a problem with <i>you</i>. You can't spend a single moment without feeling like utter shit.
Jackson lets out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Respect? You want respect when you're the one always causing problems?"
"Watch your tone," you say, each word precise and sharp like cut glass.
Your father's presence looms in front of you, but right now, your focus is entirely on your brother's betrayal. The way he's morphing into a miniature version of the man you all fear makes your stomach turn.
"Or what?" Jackson challenges, stepping closer as you're forced to face him. His chin juts out defiantly, mimicking your father's stance in a way that makes your skin crawl. "You'll hit me?"
You furrow your brows, clenching your jaw. "I'm trying to protect all of you."
A bark of laughter leaves your brother's mouth. "News flash, $name, I don't need your protection. Never did."
"Really?" Your lips curl into a bitter smile. "So all those times you came running to my room after messing up, those were just social calls?"
"That was before I realized you're the problem here," he spits out, hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Always trying to play hero, always making things worse. Dad's right: you never know when to shut up and listen."
The words sting more than any physical blow could. This is your little brother, the same kid who used to crawl into your bed during thunderstorms, now parroting your father's toxic rhetoric like a well-trained puppet.
"You think being dad's yes-man makes you a man, Jack?" you ask, voice deadly quiet. "You think turning on your own family makes you strong?"
"At least I know my place," Jackson retorts, though something flickers in his eyes, uncertainty, maybe guilt. "Maybe if you learned yours, we wouldn't have to deal with this shit all the time."
Vince's grip on your sleeve tightens, his small frame trembling as he watches his siblings face off. The weight of his fear, of your failure to keep this family from fracturing, settles heavy on your shoulders.
Why does nothing go your way?</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C99">><</button>><i>Jackson straightens up, his stance mirroring your father's in a way that makes your stomach turn. "Someone has to be the voice of reason here. You're always playing hero, and for what? To make things worse?"
"Voice of reason?" you repeat incredulously, a bitter laugh escaping your throat. "You sound just like him now. Is that what you want? To become like the man who—"
"Shut up," Jackson cuts you off sharply, taking a threatening step forward. "At least he's teaching us discipline. Structure. Maybe if you weren't so busy undermining his authority—"
"Are you hearing yourself? Authority?" The word tastes like poison on your tongue. "Is that what we're calling abuse now? Structure?" You gesture wildly at Vince, who's shrinking further behind you with each passing second. "Look at him, Jack! Really look at him. Is this what structure looks like to you?!"
"Don't be dramatic," Jackson rolls his eyes, but you catch the way his gaze flickers uncertainly to Vince before hardening again. "Dad's right, you baby him too much. Sometimes lessons need to be learned the hard way."
"Are you serious right now?" Your voice cracks with disbelief. You feel like you're living in a nightmare. That can't be happening, right? "Like the 'lesson' you learned last week when he threw you against the wall? Or maybe like the 'discipline' that left you with that split lip you had to lie about at school?"
You see Jackson flinch, but he recovers quickly, mask slipping back into place. "That was different. I deserved that one—"
"No one deserves this shit!" you shout, making both your brothers jump. "God, Jack, listen to yourself! When did you start believing his lies?"
Your father watches this exchange with a satisfied smirk, like a puppet master seeing his strings work perfectly. It makes you sick to your stomach.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C99">><</button>><i>Jackson's face flushes with anger and embarrassment, but you can see the flicker of guilt in his eyes before he masks it with defiance.
"That's different," he spits out.
"Different?" Your laugh is hollow, bitter. "How about last week when you broke his favorite whiskey glass? Or last month when you stayed out past curfew? Who took the beating for that, Jack? Because it sure as hell wasn't you."
"That's not—" he starts, but you cut him off.
"Or maybe we should talk about the time you stole money from his wallet for that stupid video game? Remember that? Remember how I said I did it? Remember how my ribs were bruised for weeks after that?"
Your father watches this exchange with dangerous eyes, but you can't stop now. The words pour out like venom, years of bottled-up frustration finally spilling over. You probably shouldn't say all of this, but you're gonna take the beating for your brothers anyway, so might as well get it all off your chest.
"Every single time you fuck up, I'm there. Every single time he raises his hand to you, I step in. And now you're standing there, telling me to let Vince 'learn'?" Your voice cracks slightly. "You're becoming just like him, and you don't even see it."
Jackson's face contorts with rage, but there's something else there too, fear, maybe even shame. "Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!"
"Then tell me, dear brother, when did you become such a coward that you'd throw your own brother under the bus? When did you start thinking it's okay to let someone hurt your family?"
"You're just jealous because dad actually respects me!" Jackson shouts, his voice wavering despite himself.
<i>Jealous.</i> You both want to laugh at his face and shake him to wake him up.
You can feel Vince trembling beside you, his grip on your sleeve tightening. The irony of it all makes you want to hurl. Here's Jackson, trying to act tough, while the evidence of your father's 'respect' is still healing under your clothes.
"Respect, huh?" you whisper, the word tasting like ash in your mouth. "Is that what you call it? No, Jack. That's not respect. And if you think for one second that he won't turn on you the moment I'm not here to be his punching bag, you're more delusional than I thought."</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C99">><</button>><i>Jackson's face hardens, his expression morphing into something eerily similar to your father's. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, I don't know," you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe the fact that last week you were hiding behind me when dad found out about the money stolen? Or how about when you broke his favorite whisky glass and begged me to take the blame?"
"That's different," Jackson protests, and yet there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
"Different?" You let out a bitter laugh. "How convenient. It's different when it's your ass on the line, but when it's Vince, suddenly you're all about 'learning lessons' through violence?"
Your father watches the exchange with growing anger, but you're too far gone to care now. The betrayal of Jackson siding with him burns worse than any hit could.
"At least I'm trying to be better!" Jackson shoots back, squaring his shoulders. "All you do is enable everyone to keep pissing him off! Maybe if you'd stop playing hero for five minutes—"
"Playing hero?" The words taste like acid on your tongue. "Is that what you call it when I take beatings meant for you? When I lie to cover your mistakes? When I—"
"That's enough!" your father roars, making Vince flinch behind you.
"No, it's not enough," you continue, focusing back on Jackson. "You want to be just like him so badly? Fine. But don't you dare stand there and lecture me about protection when you're the first one running to me every time things get tough. You're such a hypocrite, Jack."
Jackson's face flushes red with anger and shame. "At least I'm not weak like you, always crying and—"
Your bitter laugh cuts him off. "You think it's weak to protect your family? To stand up against someone twice your size? No, Jack. What's weak is standing there, pretending to be tough while watching your siblings get hurt. What's weak is becoming the very thing you used to be scared of."</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C99">><</button>><i>"No, now is exactly when we need to talk about this," Jackson steps closer, his stance mirroring your father's in a way that makes your stomach turn. "You always do this. Always trying to play hero when all you do is make things worse."
Your father watches with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying how his own son is turning against you. The grip you have on Vince's shoulder tightens slightly, protective.
"If you'd just listen for once," Jackson continues, running a frustrated hand through his hair, "maybe we wouldn't have to deal with this shit every other day. Dad's right, Vince needs to learn, and you're not helping by babying him."
The words sting more than you'd like to admit. Coming from your father, you expect this kind of manipulation. But from Jackson? The same kid who used to crawl into your bed during thunderstorms? The same brother you've taken countless hits for?
"You want to know what happens when no one stands up?" your voice comes out steadier than you feel. "Ask mom. Right, you can't because she's dead."
Jackson's eyes widen at the subject, a taboo one no one dared to touch since she left. The hurt is clear in his eyes, but he covers it with a scoff.
"That's different," Jackson argues, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
"Is it?" you challenge, keeping your voice low and controlled despite the rage bubbling beneath your skin. "Because from where I'm standing, the only difference is that you've decided it's okay when it happens to someone else."
Your father steps forward, that dangerous glint back in his eyes. "Watch your mouth—"
"It's different!" Jackson cuts in, directing his sharp words at you. "You'll make another scene? Get us all in trouble again? Real helpful, $name. Real fucking helpful."
The betrayal sits heavy in your chest, but you force yourself to remember—he's scared. Just like you were at his age. Just like you still are, if you're being honest with yourself. The difference is, he's chosen to survive by becoming what he fears most.
You won't be the same.</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C99">><</button>>The nickname he uses for you… The same as Vailyn. Or should you say Vailyn used the same as your father? Either way, the difference in reaction from you when they call you like that is obvious.
You hate it from him, and yet, the nickname warms your heart coming from Vailyn. You remember when Vailyn first called you ‘angel'. Hearing it didn't bring anger as you thought, it was… like it was how it should be, how it should've been.
When Vailyn learned that your father called you the same, they did ask if you wanted them to stop. But you didn't mind. You didn't mind being called the way they called you, as if you meant something for them.
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*[["What do you want?" you inquire frostily to your father.|CP2C100]]
*[["Long time no see," you chuckle nervously. "How've you been?"|CP2C101]]
*[[You roll your eyes, annoyance growing fast enough to make your free fist clenches. "I'm feeling so special that you'd grace me with your presence."|CP2C102]]
*[["Look who it is," you scoff, bitter mirth in your tone, "my dear father calling me."|CP2C103]]
*[[You don't say anything, waiting for him to proceed.|CP2C104]]
*[["Don't call me that," you say through gritted teeth.|CP2C105]]"To talk..." Loras responds with a sigh. "You didn't answer my previous calls, I was getting worried."
A bitter laugh nearly escapes your lips. "Worried? That's rich coming from you."
"I've been trying to reach you for months," he continues, voice carrying an unfamiliar gentleness that makes you want to hurl. "I need to see you, angel. I want us to talk face to face."
"Don't." Your voice comes out sharp, cutting. "You lost the right to be worried about me years ago."
The nickname makes your jaw clench, teeth grinding together. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, a mix of anger and old fear coursing through your veins.
"I know things between us are... complicated," Loras's voice drops lower. "But I've been worried sick. No calls, no messages... I thought something might have happened to you."
"Something happening to me?" You scoff, your free hand unconsciously rubbing your arm. "Like what? Like the things that happened under your roof?"
The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words and painful memories. You can hear his breathing on the other end, slightly uneven, as if he's struggling to find the right words.
"Please," his voice cracks slightly—something you've never heard before. "Just one meeting. That's all I'm asking for. I need to see you, to make sure you're okay. Things... things aren't good, and I've been thinking about you, about everything."
You press your lips together, fighting the tremor in your hands. You can't even answer.
"I need to see you," he adds after a moment of silence. "To make sure you're really okay. I know I have no right to ask this of you, but... just one meeting."
The desperation in his tone is new, unfamiliar. It doesn't erase the past—nothing ever could—but it makes your breath catch in your throat. Your father has never begged, has never sounded so... vulnerable.
"I know things haven't been... good. But I want to try and fix this. Whatever this is." Whatever this is? You almost want to laugh at how he downplays years of— "What do you say?"
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*[[You accept.|CP2C106]]
*[[You refuse.|CP2C107]]
*[[You hesitate.|CP2C108]]Your voice betrays you, wavering slightly at the end. The silence between his answer stretches uncomfortably, making your heart thrum faster against your ribcage. You can almost picture him, probably sitting in his favorite armchair, the one where he used to drink.
"I've been..." Loras clears his throat, "...doing better. Trying to reach you for months now."
A bitter taste fills your mouth. Of course you knew. You've been seeing his name flash on your screen more times than you can count, each time sending you right back to those nights where his heavy footsteps would echo in the hallway.
"Yeah, I've been busy," you lie, knowing full well you've been actively avoiding his calls. The memory of standing between him and your siblings flashes in your mind, making your shoulders tense.
"Angel," his voice comes out gruff. "I need to see you. Talk face to face."
Your breath catches in your throat. Face to face? The mere thought makes your stomach churn.
"These months without news... I was concerned." There's a edge to his voice you can't quite place. "Thought something might've happened to you." You nearly scoff. Now he's concerned? Where was this concern when— "Just... one meeting. That's all I'm asking."
Your free hand finds the hem of your shirt, twisting the fabric anxiously. The proposition hangs heavy in the air, much like the scent of whiskey used to hang in the living room.
"I know things haven't been... good. But I want to try and fix this. Whatever this is."
Whatever this is? You almost want to laugh at how he downplays years of— "What do you say?"
You press your lips together, fighting the tremor in your hands. You can't even answer.
"I need to see you," he adds after a moment of silence. "To make sure you're really okay. I know I have no right to ask this of you, but... just one meeting."
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*[[You accept.|CP2C106]]
*[[You refuse.|CP2C107]]
*[[You hesitate.|CP2C108]]"Listen," Loras starts, his voice carrying that familiar stern tone that used to make you flinch. "I've been trying to reach you for months. Would it kill you to pick up your damn phone?"
A bitter laugh escapes your lips. "Oh, I don't know, would it?" The words come out sharper than intended, but you couldn't care less. "Because last time I checked, picking up your calls never led to anything good."
There's a pause on his end, followed by a heavy exhale. "I want to see you," he states matter-of-factly, like he's announcing tomorrow's weather. "Face to face. No more of this... avoiding game you're playing."
"Avoiding game?" You pace around your room, the towel now forgotten on your bed. "That's rich coming from you. What happened to all those times you were too busy to show up? Or wait, were you just too drunk to remember?"
"That's enough." His voice raises slightly before he catches himself. "I'm... worried, $name. No calls, no messages. For all I knew, something could've happened to you."
You halt your steps, a hollow chuckle bubbling in your throat. "Now that's the joke of the century. Since when do you care about what happens to me?"
"I'm still your father," he says, as if that title alone should mean something. "Just... meet me. One hour of your time, that's all I'm asking."
The audacity of his request makes your blood boil. After everything, after all these years, he thinks he can just waltz back into your life with a phone call at 1 AM?
"Your concern is noted," you reply coldly. "But I think I'll pass on the father-child bonding time. I've had enough of those to last a lifetime."
"I need to see you," he adds after a moment of silence. "To make sure you're really okay. I know I have no right to ask this of you, but please... just one meeting."
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*[[You accept.|CP2C106]]
*[[You refuse.|CP2C107]]
*[[You hesitate.|CP2C108]]Your voice comes out sharper than a blade, each word a reflection of the years of pain he inflicted. The phone feels heavy in your trembling hand, memories of raised voices and bruised skin flashing through your mind like a twisted slideshow.
"Angel, I—" Loras starts, but you cut him off with a humorless laugh.
"It's funny how you only remember I exist when it's convenient for you." The words taste like acid on your tongue, burning with years of repressed anger.
"I've been trying to reach you for months," he says, his deep voice carrying an edge of frustration that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably. It's the same tone he used before things would get ugly. "You never pick up, never respond. I was worried something happened to you."
"Worried?" The word comes out as a sneer. "That's rich coming from you."
"Listen," Loras's voice softens slightly, but you can still hear the underlying steel. "I want to see you. Face to face. We need to talk about... everything."
You lean against your bedroom wall, closing your eyes. The late hour and this unexpected call are making your head spin. "Everything? You mean how you—"
"Not over the phone," he interrupts, and you can picture him pinching the bridge of his nose—a habit before his patience would snap. "Just... meet me. Coffee, lunch, whatever you want. Name the place."
The silence stretches between you like a taut wire, ready to snap at any moment. Your throat feels tight, memories of protecting your siblings from his alcohol-fueled rage making your chest constrict.
"I need to see you," he adds after a moment of silence. "To make sure you're really okay. I know I have no right to ask this of you, but please... just one meeting."
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*[[You accept.|CP2C106]]
*[[You refuse.|CP2C107]]
*[[You hesitate.|CP2C108]]The silence stretches, making your heart pound against your ribcage like a trapped bird seeking freedom.
"Angel?" your father's voice comes through again, a mix of authority and what sounds like concern.
The familiar tone sends unwanted memories flooding back—memories of raised voices, of standing between him and your siblings, of bruises hidden beneath long sleeves. You swallow hard, still maintaining your silence. Let him speak. Let him reveal his cards first.
"Listen," Loras continues, a hint of frustration seeping into his voice, "I've been trying to reach you for months now. You haven't answered any of my calls, my messages... Nothing."
There's a pause, followed by what sounds like ice cubes clinking in a glass. Your stomach churns, remembering how that sound used to be a warning signal in your childhood home. "We need to talk face to face. I'm... worried that something might have happened to you."
Your throat tightens at his words. Concerned? Now? After all these years? A bitter taste fills your mouth as you remember the last time you saw him, the day you finally gathered enough courage to leave, taking nothing but a backpack and your determination to never look back.
"We should meet," he adds, his tone carrying that familiar edge that always made it clear his words weren't just suggestions. "I think it's time we sat down and had a proper conversation. You can't keep avoiding me forever, angel."
Your fingers press into the towel so hard your knuckles turn white. The nickname feels like acid on your skin, a reminder of all the times it was spat out between violent outbursts.
"I need to see you," he adds after a moment of silence. "To make sure you're really okay. I know I have no right to ask this of you, but please... just one meeting."
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*[[You accept.|CP2C106]]
*[[You refuse.|CP2C107]]
*[[You hesitate.|CP2C108]]The nickname brings back memories you'd rather forget—memories of hiding your siblings in the closet, of standing between them and his drunken rage. Of bruises you had to explain away at school.
A heavy silence stretches between you both before Loras clears his throat. "I... I see." His voice carries that familiar edge, the one that used to make you flinch. "Listen, we need to talk. Face to face."
You almost scoff at his audacity. Almost. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Months, it's been months since you've answered any of my calls," he states, a hint of frustration seeping through. "I've been... worried. For all I knew, something could've happened to you."
The laugh that escapes your lips is hollow, bitter. "Worried? That's rich coming from you."
"I'm still your father," he says firmly, that authoritative tone creeping back in. "I have a right to know if you're okay."
"A right?" Your voice rises slightly, trembling with years of pent-up anger. "You lost that right the moment you chose the bottle over us. Over me."
You hear him inhale sharply on the other end. "Look, I know I've made mistakes—"
You bark a laugh, your hand shaking. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
"I want to make things right," he pushes on, his voice growing tighter with each word. "Just... meet me. One hour of your time, that's all I'm asking for."
You close your eyes, feeling the familiar weight of exhaustion settling in your bones. The same exhaustion you felt every time you had to pick up the pieces he left behind.
"I need to see you," he adds after a moment of silence. "To make sure you're really okay. I know I have no right to ask this of you, but please... just one meeting."
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*[[You accept.|CP2C106]]
*[[You refuse.|CP2C107]]
*[[You hesitate.|CP2C108]]<<set $accetmeetDa to "yes">>A long, heavy sigh escapes your lips. The tension in your shoulders doesn't ease, but something inside you shifts—maybe it's curiosity, maybe it's the need for closure. Or maybe you're just tired of running from the shadows of your past.
"Fine," you finally say, the word tasting like defeat on your tongue. Your free hand absently plays with the hem of your shirt. "We can meet."
There's a beat of silence, then a sharp intake of breath from his end. You can almost picture him straightening up, probably hadn't expected you to agree. You don't know yourself why you did it.
"Thank you," he says, his voice carrying an unnatural softness that makes your stomach turn uncomfortably.
"At my place," you add quickly, needing to maintain some control over the situation. Your house is your territory, your safe space. If things go south, at least you'll have the upper hand here. "I'll... I'll text you when I'm free."
"Your place?" Loras repeats, a hint of hesitation in his tone. "I could take you out to dinner instead—"
"My place or nowhere," you cut him off firmly, your grip tightening on the phone. The thought of being in public, having to maintain appearances while dealing with him...
No. Just no.
He sighs, but doesn't argue. "Alright. Your place it is."
"I'll message you," you repeat, already feeling drained from this short conversation. "Don't... don't call again. Just wait for my text."
"Okay," he agrees, too easily perhaps. "I'll wait then."
You end the call before he can say anything else, before he can use that nickname again.
Your phone feels heavy in your hand as you stare at the dark screen, wondering if you've just made a huge mistake.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C109">><</button>><<set $accetmeetDa to "no">>"No," you say, the word coming out stronger than you expected. Your fingers curl tighter around your phone as memories flash through your mind—of screaming matches, of broken glasses, of your siblings' terrified faces.
You try to shake them off but they come back each time your eyes close.
"Just listen—" Loras starts, but you cut him off.
"I said no." Your voice doesn't waver this time. "I don't want to meet you. Not now, not ever."
There's a sharp intake of breath on the other end. "You can't keep avoiding me forever. I'm trying here—"
A bitter laugh escapes your lips. "Trying? Now you're trying? Where was all this effort when we needed you? When I needed you?"
"That's exactly what I want to talk about," he pushes, his voice taking on that familiar authoritative tone that used to make you shrink. Not anymore. "We could meet somewhere public, a coffee shop, or—"
"Did you not hear me?" You start pacing your room, nervous energy coursing through your veins. "I don't want to meet you anywhere. Not at a coffee shop, not at a restaurant, not even in the middle of Times Square."
"You're being unreasonable," he says, frustration seeping into his voice. "I'm your father—"
"No," you snap, years of buried anger bubbling to the surface. "You don't get to pull the father card. Not after everything. Not after all these years. I lost my father the minute he used his fists to talk."
"I know I made mistakes—"
"<i>Mistakes</i>?" Your voice rises slightly. "Is that what we're calling it? The drinking? The screaming? The—" You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. "Just... stop calling me. Stop trying to contact me. I've made my peace with the past, and I don't need you coming back to mess that up."
There's a long silence on the other end. When Loras speaks again, his voice is tight. "You can't run from this forever."
"Watch me," you say quietly, and end the call.
You block his number immediately after, your hands shaking slightly as you do so. Then you sink onto your bed, feeling both lighter and heavier at the same time.
It won't last long, will it?
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C109">><</button>><<set $accetmeetDa to "dunno">>"I... I don't know," you murmur, your free hand fidgeting with the towel you're still holding. The familiar anxiety crawls up your spine, making your stomach twist uncomfortably. "I don't think it's a good idea."
"Please," Loras says, his voice softer than you remember. Unfamiliar. Unnatural. "Just one meeting. That's all I'm asking for."
You sink down onto your bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. Words stick in your throat as memories flood back—both good and bad, twisted together like thorny vines. The rare moments he was actually there, sober, teaching you how to ride a bike. Then the countless nights of him stumbling through the door, reeking of alcohol.
"I just..." you trail off, unsure how to voice the storm of emotions inside you. "Things are different now."
"I know they are," he agrees, and you hear him exhale heavily. "That's why I want to talk. To try to... to fix things."
You close your eyes, your grip tightening on the towel. "Can things even be fixed?"
"We won't know unless we try," he reminds you, not soft yet not cold. "We could meet somewhere public, wherever you feel comfortable."
The suggestion hangs in the air as you chew on your lower lip. Part of you wants to say yes, to give him this chance. Another part screams to hang up, to block his number and never look back.
"I need to think about it," you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Take all the time you need," Loras responds, though you catch the slight disappointment in his tone. "Just, don't shut me out completely."
You swallow hard, your throat feeling tight. "I'll... I'll think about it."
The call ends with no real resolution, leaving you sitting in the dim light of your bedroom, staring at your phone. The screen goes dark, reflecting your troubled expression back at you.
You're still not sure if you've made the right choice, leaving things hanging like this.
Right now, it's all you can manage.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C109">><</button>><b>13:17
On the way to your date</b>
This is fucked up. A bad idea. Something you shouldn't have done. Why the hell did you accept that?
You don't know what went through your head when you signed up for a stupid dating app and agreed to a date with a random <<cycle "$genderss" autoselect>><<option "man">><<option "woman">><</cycle>>.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C110">><</button>><<if $genderss == "woman">><<setGender "s" "f">><<elseif $genderss == "man">><<setGender "s" "m">><</if>><<if $dateothers == "no">>You didn't want to since $namee's passing, so why?
Your father messed with your head, and that ended up with you making stupid decisions. You're still set on not dating anyone. That's why you're going to own your shit and get to the point of rendezvous to cancel this date. This was a bad idea in the first place, and you shouldn't have given the $s_man hope—well, hope is a big word, but still.
You could just send a text and tell the $s_man you don't feel like it anymore. But $s_they didn't ask to be stood up like that.<<elseif $dateothers == "dunno">>Your feeling are still mixed about the whole dating another person since $namee's passing and you find yourself even more troubled now that you actually have a date waiting for you.
Your father messed with your head, and that ended up with you making stupid decisions. You'll probably join that stranger and leave immediately—you're completely lost. You're not ready mentally; even after a few months of grieving—it's not enough time.<<else>>You remember when Athiel brought that topic up on the table about you seeing other people, how you thought you wouldn't mind.
You just didn't expect it to be so soon. What's hilarious is that you're the one who put yourself in this situation. That's why no one should leave you with your phone when your father calls you—or alone at all, for that matter.<</if>>
You love making things more complicated for yourself anyway, don't you?
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C111">><</button>>Now that neither Athiel nor Ekissa lives with you anymore, you had to call a cab to drive you to the date. If you're being honest, you don't think you would've let the model or your best friend drive you there—the reason behind the date is too embarrassing to admit.
In your <<cycle "$pickoutfitc2" autoselect>><<option "elegant">><<option "sexy">><<option "casual">><<option "comfy">><</cycle>> outfit, you straighten your spine against the comfortable backseat. It gives all your strength not to ask the driver to drive you back home and escape this situation…
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C112">><</button>><<if $dateothers == "no">><<if $pickoutfitc2 == "elegant" or $pickoutfitc2 == "sexy">>You gotta look good, even if it's just to turn the $s_man down.<<else>>You didn't dress to impress a $s_man you'll turn down.<</if>><</if>><<if $dateothers == "dunno">><<if $pickoutfitc2 == "elegant" or $pickoutfitc2 == "sexy">>You gotta look good, even if you're still not sure if that date is a good or bad thing.<<else>>This is just your first date with that $s_man, might as well wear something not too eye-catching. You like it that way.<</if>><</if>><<if $dateothers == "yes">><<if $pickoutfitc2 == "elegant" or $pickoutfitc2 == "sexy">>You gotta look good, this is a date after all, right…?<<else>>You didn't want to wear something too eye-catching for a casual date and you prefer it that way.<</if>><</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C113">><</button>>Stepping into the cold restaurant, a grimace forms on your lips. It's not a real shock that this restaurant has no heater, not when it's rated only 2 stars on the internet. Now you know your date isn't someone to spend too much for $s_their date. <<if $dateothers == "no">>Not that you'll be one of them anyway.<</if>>
This is what happens when you agree to a date with a stranger you don't know. If it were up to you, you would've taken a coffee shop. Getting a drink makes the date go faster, and it's a drink; drinks aren't as expensive as a whole course.
If it was $s_their way to impress you, it lands flat.
Joining $s_them at $s_their table, you notice that, at least $s_they looks exactly like the pics on the dating app. <i>Small mercy.</i>
It would've been awkward if you had to deal with someone who thinks using photoshop heavily would get them anywhere.
$s_Their eyes lighten up when they meet yours while you're standing there, hit by the fact that you forgot $s_their name. Gears turn in your head as you try to remember it… <<if $genderss == "man">>Jake? Blake? Derek?<<else>>Cassandra? Sarah? Martha?<</if>>
Geez, what's wrong with your brain…
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C114">><</button>>$s_They gets up fast, maybe too fast, making the chair screech against the floor as $s_they extend a hand like you're in a business meeting or something. "You came. It's so nice to meet you."
<<if $dateothers == "no">>"I won't be lon—"<<else>>"It's nice to meet y—"<</if>>
"Take a seat, take a seat," $s_they grins, gesturing to the seat across from $s_them.
<<if $dateothers == "no">>"No need, I actually came to—"<<else>>You blink at $s_them. Did $s_they seriously cut you off?<</if>>
Taking too much time to sit, $s_they's bold enough to place $s_their hands on your shoulders and forces you to sit down, right under your wide eyes.
You're speechless when $s_they sits down on $s_their own chair, when $s_they orders something for both of you and when $s_they pours wine in your glass.
It's only 1 PM. 1 <i>PM</i>.
Nothing in this date make you want to stay another minute. $s_They doesn't seem to mind your silence, taking a large gulp of $s_their drink and sighing contently—like the date is going perfect.
Spoiler alert: it isn't.
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*<<if $dateothers == "no">>[[Your eye twitches and you decide to say why you're here. "I just came to cancel the date."|CP2C115]]<</if>>
*<<if $dateothers == "no">>[[Your lips purse in a more pronounced grimace. You have to say why you're here. "Sorry… But I just came here to cancel our date."|CP2C116]]<</if>>
*<<if $dateothers == "no">>[[You sigh internally, seems like you gotta suck it up. "So… What do you like to do for fun?"|CP2C117]]<</if>>
*<<if $dateothers == "yes" or $dateothers == "dunno">>[[You wince internally. This isn't going smoothly at all. Not on your end at least. "I don't drink…"|CP2C118]]<</if>>
*<<if $dateothers == "yes" or $dateothers == "dunno">>[[You clench your jaw, this stranger is getting on your nerves. "Can I talk or should I wait for your approbation?"|CP2C119]]<</if>>
*<<if $dateothers == "yes" or $dateothers == "dunno">>[[You scrunch your nose. Talk about having a good time. "Anyway, what's your hobbies?"|CP2C120]]<</if>>You go right to the point so $s_they can't misunderstand you. "I just came to cancel the date."
"Oh, but you just got here! The food didn't even arrive yet," $s_they cuts you off with a laugh, waving $s_their hand dismissively. The sound of $s_their laugh grates on your nerves, playful and forced. "You know what? Let me tell you about this amazing vacation I had this summer. The beaches were absolutely—"
"Listen, I really need to—" you try again, but $s_they steamrolls right over your words. You can't place a word, hell, you can't even open your mouth that $s_they's already babbling.
"—gorgeous! The sand was so white, like sugar, and the water? Crystal clear! I spent hours just lounging there, getting the perfect tan. Speaking of which, do you like tanning? Because I know this fantastic salon that—"
You grip the edge of the table, knuckles turning white. "I'm trying to tell you that—"
"—gives the most amazing spray tans! Sure, some people say it's fake, but honestly? Who has time to lay in the sun all day? Besides, UV rays are so damaging to the skin. My dermatologist, Dr. Richard—a brilliant woman, by the way—she always says—"
"Would you please just—" Your patience is wearing thinner by the second.
<<if $coldhead is 1>>You are level-headed, really. Pissing you off, <i>really</i> pissing off takes time, but $s_they's good at it. Good at getting you agitated in the span of only a few fucking seconds.<<else>>Being hot-tempered doesn't help; you feel like you're already boiling inside when it's been only a few seconds since you've known $s_them.<</if>>
"—that prevention is better than cure! Oh! That reminds me of this incredible anti-aging cream I discovered. It's a bit pricey, but totally worth every penny. I could give you the brand name if you're interested. Actually, I might have a sample somewhere..."
$s_They keeps rambling, completely oblivious to your growing frustration or deliberately ignoring it. You're not sure which is worse.
The wine in your glass sits untouched, much like your dignity at this point. You've faced chatty people before, but this? This is on a whole different level.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C121">><</button>>This isn't how you planned for this to go, but the words need to come out. Shifting in your seat, you try to catch $s_their attention, "Sorry... But I just came here to—"
"Oh! Did you see the menu? The lobster here is amazing, you should really try it. I heard they cook it in this special sauce that just melts in your mouth," $s_they leans forward, tapping eagerly on your menu with perfectly manicured nails.
You take a deep breath, trying again, "Actually, I wanted to tell you that I came to can—"
"And their desserts! God, their forêt noire is to die for. I always get it when I come here," $s_they continues, flipping through your menu pages without even looking at you.
The frustration builds up in your chest as you attempt once more, "Listen, what I'm trying to say is that I'm here to cancel our da—"
"Oh! Look at the time," $s_they glances at $s_their watch, completely oblivious to your attempts to speak. "The lunch rush will start soon and the service gets so slow, I hope we'll get our plates soon."
Your fingers drum against the table, creating a rhythm that matches your rising irritation. <<if $coldhead is 1>>You are level-headed, really. Pissing you off, <i>really</i> pissing off takes time, but $s_they's good at it. Good at getting you agitated in the span of only a few fucking seconds.<<else>>Being hot-tempered doesn't help; you feel like you're already boiling inside when it's been only a few seconds since you've known $s_them.<</if>>
The cold from the restaurant seems to seep deeper into your bones as $s_they continues to ramble about the menu items, the wine selection, and somehow manages to squeeze in a story about $s_their cat's recent vet visit. The similarities could pique your curiosity—it doesn't.
"If you could just listen for a moment," you try again, your voice slightly firmer, "I came to cancel this da—"
"The salmon here is fantastic too! Did I mention that? They get it fresh every morning from this local supplier. The owner actually told me all about it last time I was here. Such a fascinating story, really. And I can't believe this restaurant have 2 starts! Can you believe it? The food is good and cheap. You see—"
The wine in your untouched glass seems to mock you as $s_they continues $s_their one-sided conversation. You've tried to be polite, to find the right moment, but $s_they's making it impossible with $s_their constant interruptions. The situation feels increasingly suffocating, like being trapped in a bad sitcom where the protagonist can't get a word before the full explanation of some kind of quest are done.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C121">><</button>>"Oh my god, I'm so glad you asked!" $s_They beams, practically bouncing in $s_their seat. "I absolutely love hiking, like, you wouldn't believe how many trails I've conquered. Last weekend."
"What about—"
"—I went on this amazing trek up Mount Harrison. The views were just breathtaking, and I met this super cool group of people who were doing this spiritual cleanse thing. They invited me to join their circle, and we did this whole meditation session right there on the mountain! Can you believe it? It was just so..." $s_They waves $s_their hands dramatically, searching for the right word, "...transcendent!"
"That's nice, I—"
"And speaking of transcendent experiences," $s_they continues, not even acknowledging your attempt to speak, "I also do this weekly yoga class. It's not your typical yoga, though. It's hot yoga fusion with interpretive dance elements. My instructor says I'm a natural! You should totally come with me sometime. I mean, the way it opens up your chakras is just..." $s_They closes $s_their eyes and makes a chef's kiss gesture. "Perfect!"
"Actually, I'm often bus—"
"Oh! And you know what else is absolutely life-changing?" $s_They leans forward, wine sloshing dangerously in $s_their glass. "I recently got into crystal healing. I actually have some in my bag right now!" $s_They digs through $s_their oversized purse, pulling out various crystals and laying them on the table between your untouched plates. "This one's for positive energy, this one's for love attraction, and this one... well, this one just spoke to me at the store, you know what I mean?"
You try to edge a word in, but $s_they's already launching into a detailed explanation of each crystal's properties and how they've transformed $s_their life in the past week while putting them back in $s_their purse carefully.
<<if $coldhead is 1>>You are level-headed, really. Pissing you off, <i>really</i> pissing off takes time, but $s_they's good at it. Good at getting you agitated in the span of only a few fucking seconds.<<else>>Being hot-tempered doesn't help; you feel like you're already boiling inside when it's been only a few seconds since you've known $s_them.<</if>>
The waiter comes by with your food, but $s_they barely pauses for breath, now gesturing with $s_their fork as $s_they speaks.
"—and that's why I decided to become a part-time aura photographer. I mean, everyone has a side hustle these days, right? Speaking of which, I should totally take a picture of your aura sometime. I can already tell it's probably this gorgeous indigo color, or maybe a deep red..."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C121">><</button>><<if $drinkalco == "yes">>That's a lie, but $s_they doesn't have to know that.<<else>>$s_They couldn't know, and yet it feels like another reason to leave this cheap restaurant.<</if>>
"Oh, don't worry about it!" $s_they waves $s_their hand dismissively, not even letting you finish explaining why. "It's just wine, it's not like it's some hard liquor or anything. Plus, it's really good! I always order this one."
You open your mouth to protest, to tell $s_them that's not the point, but $s_they's already off on another tangent. "You know, I was thinking we could go dancing after this. There's this amazing club just around the corner—"
"Actually, I really don't—" you try again, your fingers fidgeting with the napkin on your lap.
"—and they have the best DJ there. I mean, I know it's only afternoon but they open early on weekdays. The crowd is usually pretty chill at this hour," $s_they continues, completely oblivious to your growing discomfort. $s_Their hand reaches for your wine glass, pushing it closer to you with an encouraging smile.
"Listen, I don't think this is—" your words die in your throat as $s_they cuts you off again.
"Just try it! Trust me, you'll love it. It's sweet, almost like juice really," $s_they insists, $s_their eyes bright with enthusiasm that feels increasingly suffocating.
The wine glass sits there between you like some sort of challenge, the red liquid catching the dim restaurant lights.
You take a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. This is exactly why you prefer coffee shops—easy escape routes and no pressure about alcohol. But before you can voice this thought, $s_they's already launching into a detailed description of the wine's origins.
"It's from this small vineyard in France, you see. The owner is actually a friend of my cousin's neighbor, and they do this special fermentation process that really brings out the—"
The words wash over you as you stare at the glass, wondering if it's too late to fake an emergency call from work. Or maybe a sudden illness. Anything to escape this increasingly uncomfortable situation where your voice seems to hold less importance than the background music playing in the restaurant.
<<if $coldhead is 1>>You are level-headed, really. Pissing you off, <i>really</i> pissing off takes time, but $s_they's good at it. Good at getting you agitated in the span of only a few fucking seconds.<<else>>Being hot-tempered doesn't help; you feel like you're already boiling inside when it's been only a few seconds since you've known $s_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C121">><</button>>$s_Their eyes widen slightly before $s_they lets out a laugh that sounds too forced. "Oh, I'm sorry! I tend to talk a lot when I'm nervous. You know how first dates can be nerve-wracking and—"
"Yeah, about that—" you try again, only to be cut off once more.
"—I mean, when I saw your profile, I just knew we had to meet! Your bio was so interesting, and those pictures? Absolutely gorgeous! Speaking of pictures, did you see the ones I posted last week? I was thinking of changing my profile pic—"
Your fingers drum against your thigh, irritation building with each passing second. The waiter comes by with appetizers you don't remember ordering, and $s_they immediately launches into a story about how $s_they discovered this specific dish during a trip to—somewhere. You stopped listening five minutes ago.
<<if $coldhead is 1>>You are level-headed, really. Pissing you off, <i>really</i> pissing off takes time, but $s_they's good at it. Good at getting you agitated in the span of only a few fucking seconds.<<else>>Being hot-tempered doesn't help; you feel like you're already boiling inside when it's been only a few seconds since you've known $s_them.<</if>>
"—and that's when I realized I'm actually allergic to shellfish! Can you believe it? But don't worry, I made sure to order something safe for both of us. I'm so considerate, right? My ex used to say I was too much, but I think I'm just passionate about—"
The wine in your glass remains untouched as you watch $s_their take another generous sip from $s_theirs. Your patience is wearing thinner by the second, and you're about to attempt speaking again when $s_they starts talking about $s_their cat's Instagram account.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C121">><</button>>"Oh!" $s_They perks up, $s_their eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm that feels almost fake. "I love hiking! There's this amazing trail just outside the city where I go every—"
"We should totally go together!" $s_They interrupts $s_themself, reaching to touch your arm. "Maybe next weekend? The weather's supposed to be perfect and—"
You try to speak up, "Actually, I'm not really—"
"And after the hike, there's this cute little spot where we could have a picnic," $s_they continues, completely oblivious to your attempt to talk. "I make the best sandwiches, everyone says so. Last time I went with my friends—oh! Speaking of friends, you'll love mine! We should plan a group hangout soon. Maybe next week? Or this weekend after our hike?"
Your mouth opens to respond, but $s_they's already barreling on. "I also do yoga! I'm actually thinking of becoming an instructor. You know what they say about flexible people, right?" $s_They winks, and you feel your stomach turn slightly. "But that's not all! I'm really into astrology too. What's your sign? Wait, let me guess... You give me such strong Pisces vibes. Or maybe Libra? Actually, what's your birth time? I could do your whole chart right now!"
$s_They pulls out $s_their phone before you can even process $s_their question, fingers already tapping away at the screen. "My ex used to say I was too invested in astrology, but they were a Capricorn, so what do they know, right? Speaking of exes, how long have you been single? I've been on the market for about two months now, but honestly? Best decision ever. Like, relationships are great and all, but sometimes you just need to find yourself, you know what I mean?"
You attempt once more to contribute to this one-sided conversation, but $s_they's already switched topics again, $s_their words coming out faster than a bullet train.
<<if $coldhead is 1>>You are level-headed, really. Pissing you off, <i>really</i> pissing off takes time, but $s_they's good at it. Good at getting you agitated in the span of only a few fucking seconds.<<else>>Being hot-tempered doesn't help; you feel like you're already boiling inside when it's been only a few seconds since you've known $s_them.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C121">><</button>>
You pass a hand across your face. This is ridiculous. This is really how you'll spend your first day off? With someone who doesn't give a shit about you and doesn't even let you place one single word?
$s_They runs a hand through $s_their hair and does something that only puts you further on edge. Getting up, $s_they grasps the top of $s_their chair and drags it next to you to sit comfortably. $s_They props $s_their chin on $s_their palm, elbow on the table, and gaze in yours.
This feels so wrong. Something deeply uncomfortable makes your skin crawl, and body tense. $s_They's… overwhelming, breaking the rest of the composure you had until now.
You don't like it; $s_their gaze on you, the way $s_their hand on the table inches closer by the minute, $s_their knowing smile that doesn't know anything at all.
Everything feels disgusting. $s_They breached so many boundaries and doesn't seem to be aware of it at all.
"What made you swipe right when you saw my profile?" $s_they asks, $s_their teeth catching gently $s_their lower lip. Probably an attempt to seduce you.
"I just..." You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to put some distance between you both without being too obvious. "Felt like it, I guess."
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C122">><</button>>"Oh c'mon," $s_they purrs, $s_their fingertips now definitely touching yours on the table. "I know exactly why you swiped right. I mean, look at me." $s_Their free hand gestures to $s_themself, and $s_their smile grows wider, more predatory. "My pictures are pretty amazing, right? Professional shots and everything. I'm even hot in person though, don't you think?"
You try to subtly pull your hand away, but $s_they follows the movement, $s_their fingers now trailing up your forearm. The touch makes your stomach churn.
"You know," $s_they leans in closer, $s_their $s_cologne overwhelming your senses, "my place is just around the corner. We could skip lunch and..." $s_They lets the suggestion hang in the air, $s_their thumb now drawing circles on your skin. "I mean, why waste time with small talk when we both know where this is going? I saw the way you looked at me..."
$s_Their face is too close now, $s_their breath fanning against your cheek as $s_they whispers, "I'm wearing something really interesting underneath right now..."
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*[["Give me some space," you snap finally, too aware of everything.|CP2C123]]
*[[You clench your fist, getting more and more uncomfortable. "Can you please sit back where you were earlier?"|CP2C124]]
*[["That's…" you can't help a shiver down your spine, not in a good way. "Well…"|CP2C125]]
*[[You don't say anything, heart beating too fast. You're too overwhelmed to say anything.|CP2C126]]
*[["You're too close," you mumble, drumming your fingers on your leg.|CP2C127]]
*[["By all mean, do get closer. I really love people pushing boundaries," you drawl, sarcasm so thick you can taste it.|CP2C128]]$s_They blinks, clearly taken aback by your outburst, but $s_their surprise quickly morphs into something that makes your skin crawl even more: amusement. "Aww, playing hard to get?" $s_Their voice drops lower, honeyed and cloying. "That's cute. I love a good chase."
Your chest tightens as $s_they somehow manages to lean even closer, completely ignoring your request. "You know what they say about people who act all resistant at first?" $s_Their fingers dance up your arm again, and you can feel your pulse quickening for all the wrong reasons. "They're usually the most..." $s_they pauses deliberately, "…passionate once they let loose."
The restaurant suddenly feels smaller, the air thicker, harder to breathe. Your throat constricts as $s_they brings $s_their face closer to yours, $s_their $s_cologne now suffocating. "I bet you're just nervous. First date jitters, right? We can fix that..." (SET PERFUME FOR S)
$s_Their hand moves to your thigh, and something inside you snaps. The touch feels like a branding iron through your clothes, wrong, wrong, wrong.
Your chair scrapes harshly against the floor as you stand up abruptly, nearly knocking over your untouched wine glass.
"I-I need to go," you manage to get out, your voice shakier than you'd like. You grab your coat from the back of your chair, fingers trembling as you try to put it on.
"Wait, where are you going? We haven't even eaten yet!" $s_They reaches for your wrist, and you jerk away like you've been burned.
"Don't," you breathe out, taking several steps back.
The few other patrons are starting to stare, but you can't bring yourself to care. Your heart is hammering against your ribcage, and all you can think about is getting out, getting away.
"You're being ridiculous," $s_they calls after you, but $s_their voice sounds distant over the rushing in your ears. "Come on, stay!"
You don't respond. Can't respond.
Your feet carry you to the door, and then you're outside in the cold air, walking fast, faster, almost running.
Your breaths come in short gasps as you put as much distance between yourself and the restaurant as possible, trying to shake off the phantom sensation of unwanted touches and the memory of that predatory smile.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C129">><</button>>"Aw, why?" $s_They pouts, and somehow manages to lean even closer. "Don't you like having me close? I thought we were having such a nice moment here."
$s_Their hand slides further up your arm, fingers dancing across your skin in a way that makes your anxiety spike.
"I'm serious," you try again, your voice slightly strained. "I need you to move back."
$s_They giggles, the sound grating against your nerves. "You're so cute when you're playing hard to get. Come on, loosen up a little!"
$s_Their other hand finds its way to your thigh under the table, and you feel your breath catch in your throat—definitely not from desire, but from rising panic.
"Look at you, all tense," $s_they coos, completely misreading your rigid posture. "I could help you relax, you know. I'm very good with my hands..."
To emphasize $s_their point, $s_they squeezes your thigh gently. Your chest feels tight, too tight, like your lungs are shrinking. The restaurant suddenly seems smaller, the air thinner. $s_Their $s_cologne is suffocating you, $s_their touch burning through your clothes, $s_their presence overwhelming every sense until you can't think straight.
"I bet you're just shy," $s_they continues, oblivious to your growing distress. "Don't worry, I like shy people. They're always the most fun to... unwrap."
$s_They winks, and that's the final straw. You abruptly stand up, your chair screeching against the floor. The sudden movement makes $s_their hands fall away, but you can still feel the ghost of $s_their touch on your skin, making you want to scratch it off.
"I have to go," you grab your coat with trembling hands. You don't even bother putting it on properly, just clutching it to your chest like a shield.
"Wait, what? But we haven't even eaten yet!" $s_They calls after you, but you're already halfway to the door.
You push through it, the cold air hitting your face like a slap, but it's better than the suffocating atmosphere inside.
Your feet carry you away from the restaurant as fast as they can without actually running, your heart pounding in your chest and your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C129">><</button>>"Well what?" $s_they breathes out, $s_their hand now sliding up to your arm. The touch feels like acid on your skin, burning and unwanted. "You're so mysterious... I like that. Playing hard to get?"
Your throat tightens as $s_they shifts even closer, the leg of $s_their chair scraping against the floor. The sound makes you flinch, but $s_they seems to take it as encouragement, $s_their other hand finding its way to your thigh under the table.
"You know," $s_they continues, $s_their voice dropping to what $s_they probably thinks is a seductive whisper, "I've never met someone who makes me feel this... desperate." $s_Their fingers squeeze your thigh, and your breath catches; not from arousal, but from rising panic. "Usually I like to take things slow, but there's just something about you..."
The restaurant seems to shrink around you, the walls closing in as $s_their $s_cologne suffocates you. Your hands are trembling now, and you try to focus on the exit sign glowing in the distance, but $s_their face keeps blocking your view as $s_they leans in closer.
"We could get out of here," $s_they suggests, $s_their lips nearly brushing your ear. "My place is cozy... private... We could get to know each other better."
$s_Their hand inches higher on your thigh, and something in you snaps.
The chair screeches against the floor as you stand abruptly, nearly knocking it over. Your legs feel weak, shaky, but they're moving; carrying you away from her, from this situation, from the suffocating pressure in your chest.
"I have to go," you manage to choke out, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears.
You don't wait for $s_their response, don't look back to see $s_their expression. Your feet are already moving, carrying you towards the exit with growing urgency.
The cold air hits your face as you burst through the door, but you keep walking, nearly running now. Your heart is hammering against your ribs, and you can still feel the ghost of $s_their touches on your skin, making you want to scrub yourself clean.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C129">><</button>>"Aww, you're so shy," $s_they coos, mistaking your panic for bashfulness. $s_Their hand slides up your arm, settling on your shoulder. "It's cute. I like the quiet ones. They're always the most... interesting once they open up."
The weight of $s_their touch feels like it's burning through your clothes. Your throat tightens, making it harder to breathe as $s_they leans in even closer, $s_their lips nearly brushing your ear. "You don't have to be nervous. I don't bite... unless you want me to."
Your chest constricts painfully, each breath becoming shorter than the last. The chatter of other diners fades into a dull roar in your ears, overwhelmed by the sound of your own racing pulse. Your vision starts to tunnel, focusing on the exit sign that seems miles away now.
"Hey," $s_they whispers, $s_their other hand finding its way to your thigh under the table. "Why don't we get out of here? My place is so much more... private."
The suggestion sends a jolt of panic through your system. Your hands are trembling now, and you can feel cold sweat running down your back. Everything feels wrong: the touch, the closeness, the suggestive tone, the predatory gleam in $s_their eyes.
Without warning, you shoot up from your chair, nearly knocking it over in your haste. You can't stay here. You have to go. It feels so wrong.
$s_They startles, $s_their hands falling away as you stumble backward. You can't form words, can't explain; not that you owe $s_them an explanation.
Your feet move on their own accord, carrying you toward the exit.
You hear $s_them calling after you, confusion and annoyance mixing in $s_their voice, but you don't stop.
You push through the restaurant door, the cold air hitting your face like a slap, but it's better than the suffocating atmosphere inside.
Your steps quicken as you put distance between yourself and the restaurant, your heart still hammering against your ribs as you try to shake off the lingering feeling of $s_their unwanted touch.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C129">><</button>>Your heart is racing, but not from attraction; from rising anxiety. The restaurant suddenly feels smaller, more confined, and $s_their presence is suffocating.
"Aw, don't be shy," $s_they coos, reaching down to grab your drumming fingers, effectively stopping their movement. "Nervous habits are so cute. You're adorable when you're flustered."
Your breath catches in your throat as $s_they interlaces $s_their fingers with yours, $s_their thumb rubbing circles on your palm. The touch feels invasive, wrong, making your skin crawl even more.
The gentle background music of the restaurant becomes distant, replaced by the loud thumping of your heart in your ears.
"I love how your hand fits in mine," $s_they continues, either oblivious to or deliberately ignoring your discomfort. "You know what they say about good hand chemistry..."
$s_They winks, pulling your joined hands closer to $s_their chest as your fingers twitch unvoluntarily.
The room starts to spin slightly, your chest tightening with each passing second. This is too much. The unwanted touches, $s_their overwhelming presence, the way $s_they's practically cornered you against the wall. Your free hand grips the edge of your chair, knuckles turning white.
"We could order our food to go," $s_they suggests, $s_their voice dropping to what $s_they probably thinks is a seductive whisper. "My place is so much more... private."
$s_Their foot brushes against your leg under the table, and that's the final straw.
You abruptly stand up, yanking your hand free from $s_their grip. The chair scrapes loudly against the floor, drawing attention from nearby tables, but you couldn't care less. Your legs feel wobbly, but adrenaline pushes you forward.
"I need to go," you manage to say, your voice shaking slightly. Not waiting for $s_their response, you grab your bag and practically speed-walk toward the exit, ignoring $s_them calls behind you.
The cold air hits your face as you burst through the door, but it's a welcome relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside. Your hands are trembling, desperate to put as much distance between you and the restaurant as possible. Behind you, you can hear the door opening again, and $s_their voice calling your name, making you walk even faster, turning the corner without looking back.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C129">><</button>>The sarcasm flies right over $s_their head as $s_they actually scoots closer, $s_their chair scraping against the floor. "Oh, I love that you're playing hard to get," $s_they giggles, $s_their hand now moving to your thigh. "It's so sexy when someone pretends they don't want it."
Your whole body goes rigid at $s_their touch, but $s_they seems to interpret it as encouragement. "You know what else I love?" $s_they purrs, leaning even closer. "When someone acts all tough but then melts under my touch. Should we test that theory?"
The restaurant around you starts to feel smaller, the walls closing in as $s_their $s_cologne suffocates you. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, each beat a desperate attempt to break free from this situation.
"I bet you're thinking about what I'm wearing underneath right now," $s_they whispers, $s_their lips practically brushing your ear. "I could show you more, you know. Much more."
$s_Their hand squeezes your thigh, and something inside you snaps.
The chair screeches against the floor as you abruptly stand up, nearly knocking over your untouched wine glass. The red liquid sloshes dangerously close to the rim, like blood threatening to spill.
"I have to go," you manage to say, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.
The room feels like it's spinning, and you can barely hear $s_their confused protests over the rushing sound in your ears.
"Wait, where are you going? We haven't even ordered yet! Come on, don't be such a tease—"
You're already moving, your feet carrying you toward the exit with increasing urgency. Your hands are shaking as you push open the door, the cold air hitting your face like a slap of reality.
Behind you, you can hear $s_their chair scraping against the floor, $s_their heels clicking as $s_they starts to follow. That's all it takes for your walk to turn into a near-run, your breath coming in short gasps as you put as much distance between yourself and the restaurant as possible.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C129">><</button>>It's only when you're several blocks away that you finally slow down, your breathing ragged and uneven in the winter air. You step in an alleyway, your chest hiccupping and tears gathering at the corners of your eyes.
It's like everything come crashing all at once. $namee's passing, $e_their mother's slap, your father's reappearance in your life, the therapist you didn't want, your cat making you worried…
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You break.</div>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C131">><</button>>You clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle a heart-wrenching sob escaping you. Your legs barely able to stand, you have to place your free hand on the dirty wall for support.
You felt it coming. You knew it'd happen, that eventually you'd completely break and end up not even knowing what to do with yourself.
So why didn't you take care of yourself? Why be so stubborn and let the pain fill you up until you drown in it?
The tears stream down your cheeks so fucking easily. Like they've been waiting for you to have one single bad moment to appear. You're not breaking; you're <i>breaking</i>.
This hurts so much; everything suffocates you. The biting air is oppressive, the walls feel like they'll close and crush you, the rough surface of the wall feels like needles digging in your skin.
You're overwhelmed. Oversensitive. You're a mess, and you're tired of it. <i>Exhausted</i> of feeling like shit when everyone around you tries to cheer you up, or feeling like this when everything is looking brighter for you than it did when $namee died.
And all you want right now, is to see…
<i>[Lock your romance route or choose Vailyn if you don't plan to romance anyone.]</i>
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*<<if $LL >= 8>><<if $genderrol == "man">>[[…Leon.|CP2C132]]<<else>>[[...Luna.|CP2C132]]<</if>> <<else>>[You can't choose $namel.]<</if>>
*<<if $TL >= 8>><<if $genderrot == "man">>[[…Travis.|CP2C133]]<<else>>[[...Tracee.|CP2C133]]<</if>><<else>>[You can't choose $namet]<</if>>
*<<if $AL >= 8>>[[…Athiel.|CP2C134]]<<else>>[You can't choose Athiel]<</if>>
*<<if $JL >= 8>>[[…Ekissa.|CP2C135]]<<else>>[You can't choose Ekissa]<</if>>
*[[…Vailyn.|CP2C136]]<<set $romanceroute to "L">>Crouching down to grab your coat, which fell on the ground earlier. You pat blindly the thick fabric with your trembling hand who was covering your mouth, and grab your phone. You don't even know what you're doing at this point. You just need someone to soothe the raw and sharp pain drowning you.
Your tears fall on the screen as you try to compose $namel's number and bring the phone against your ear, your sobs unstoppable.
"$name," $namel's light voice filtering your phone doesn't help your cries. "Need me for something? I'm still at work right now but—" A pause. "Where are you?"
"…There's this…" your breath hitches, unable to talk properly. "This… restaurant near Valley Street…"
"The one near the gym or the one close to that small grocery store?" $l_they asks softly, but you can hear the worry in $l_their voice.
"Near the… near the grocery store… in an alleyway…"
"I'll be there."
You end the call, body sliding down against the dirty wall, sobs echoing mockingly in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C132.1">><</button>><<set $romanceroute to "T">>Crouching down to grab your coat, which fell on the ground earlier. You pat blindly the thick fabric with your trembling hand who was covering your mouth, and grab your phone. You don't even know what you're doing at this point. You just need someone to soothe the raw and sharp pain drowning you.
Your tears fall on the screen as you try to compose $namet's number and bring the phone against your ear, your sobs unstoppable.
"$name," $namet's calm voice filtering your phone doesn't help your cries. There's a moment of silence as he speaks again, $t_their tone turning cold, though not against you. "Where are you?"
"…There's this…" your breath hitches, unable to talk properly. "This… restaurant near Valley Street…"
"The one near the gym or the one close to that small grocery store?" $t_they inquires. "Do you want me there?"
"Yes… I'm… I'm near the… near the grocery store… in an alleyway…"
"Stay where you are."
You end the call, body sliding down against the dirty wall, sobs echoing mockingly in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C133.1">><</button>><<set $romanceroute to "A">>Crouching down to grab your coat, which fell on the ground earlier. You pat blindly the thick fabric with your trembling hand who was covering your mouth, and grab your phone. You don't even know what you're doing at this point. You just need someone to soothe the raw and sharp pain drowning you.
Your tears fall on the screen as you try to compose Athiel's number and bring the phone against your ear, your sobs unstoppable.
"If it isn't dear $name," Athiel's mocking words filtering your phone doesn't help your cries. "What do you want? Missed me alrea—" A sob escapes you and $a_they pauses. "What the… What's wrong? Where are you?"
"…There's this…" your breath hitches, unable to talk properly. "This… restaurant near Valley Street…"
"What are you doing here? Isn't it supposed to be your day off?" Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, but the worry in $a_their voice betrays $a_their unease. "Do… Do you want me to come, $name?"
"Please…"
You hear $a_them suck in a breath, and after a moment. "Okay, tell me where exactly."
"The one near the… near the grocery store… in an alleyway…"
"Near the grocery store…" Athiel echoes your words. "Wait here, I'll try to be there as fast as I can."
You end the call, body sliding down against the dirty wall, sobs echoing mockingly in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C134.1">><</button>><<set $romanceroute to "J">>Crouching down to grab your coat, which fell on the ground earlier. You pat blindly the thick fabric with your trembling hand who was covering your mouth, and grab your phone. You don't even know what you're doing at this point. You just need someone to soothe the raw and sharp pain drowning you.
Your tears fall on the screen as you try to compose Ekissa's number and bring the phone against your ear, your sobs unstoppable.
"What?" Ekissa's gruff voice filtering your phone doesn't help your cries. You hear $j_them suck in a breath. "You're crying, who the hell made you cry? No, fuck that. Where are you, $name?"
"…There's this…" your breath hitches, unable to talk properly. "This… restaurant near Valley Street…"
"The one near the gym or the one close to that small grocery store?" $j_they asks impatiently.
"Near the… near the grocery store… in an alleyway…"
"Don't move, I'm coming."
You end the call, body sliding down against the dirty wall, sobs echoing mockingly in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C135.1">><</button>><<set $romanceroute to "nope">>Crouching down to grab your coat, which fell on the ground earlier. You pat blindly the thick fabric with your trembling hand who was covering your mouth, and grab your phone. You don't even know what you're doing at this point. You just need someone to soothe the raw and sharp pain drowning you.
Your tears fall on the screen as you try to compose Vailyn's number and bring the phone against your ear, your sobs unstoppable.
"Angel," Vailyn's warm voice filtering your phone doesn't help your cries. "…Angel?" A sob escapes you and you hear shifting noise on their end. "I'm coming, where are you?"
"…There's this…" your breath hitches, unable to talk properly. "This… restaurant near Valley Street…"
"The one near the gym or the one close to that small grocery store?" they asks softly, their voice steady. "Let me grab my keys and I'll be there."
"Near the… near the grocery store… in an alleyway…"
"Don't move, okay? I'll be there soon, angel."
You end the call, body sliding down against the dirty wall, sobs echoing mockingly in the air.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C136.1">><</button>>$namel's smile drops instantly at the sound of your broken voice, $l_their usually bright expression darkening with concern. $l_Their free hand clenches into a fist on $l_their mahogany desk, knuckles white as $l_they listens to your hitching breaths and barely contained sobs.
Something's wrong. Very wrong.
$l_They's known you for months now, watched you struggle through grief with a stubborn determination that both frustrated and impressed $l_them. You're the type to carry your burdens silently, to force a smile even when you're drowning. <<if $grief == "crybroken">>$l_They was there when you cried when the accident happened. And yet, this feels more personal now. Especially when feelings get in the way.<</if>>
To hear you break down like this...
"I'm coming right now," $l_they says, already standing up and grabbing $l_their coat.
One of $l_their workers replacing you just for today looks up in surprise as $l_they strides past her desk, $l_their usual easy charm replaced by focused intensity.
"$l_Sir, you have a board meeting in fifteen—"
"Cancel it," $l_they cuts her off, jabbing the elevator button repeatedly. "Cancel everything for the rest of the day."
The elevator seems to crawl between floors, and $namel finds $l_themself running $l_their hand through $l_their dark hair, a nervous habit $l_they can't stop doing. $l_Their mind races through possibilities of what could have happened, each scenario worse than the last.
Did something happen on your day off? Did someone say something inappropriate? Or...
$l_Their jaw clenches. The thought of someone hurting you makes something dark and protective rise in $l_their chest. Something ugly $l_they shoves down and ignore.
The moment the elevator doors open to the underground parking lot, $namel's practically running to $l_their car. $l_They tosses $l_their briefcase in the back seat without care, something $l_they'd never normally do.
But nothing about this is normal. Not the way $l_their heart is pounding, not the way $l_their hands are slightly shaking as $l_they starts the engine, and definitely not the way your broken sobs keep echoing in $l_their head.
"Come on, come on," $l_they mutters, stuck at a red light.
$l_Their fingers drum against the steering wheel impatiently, $l_their usual playful demeanor cracking with every second that passes.
You're $l_their neighbor. Just $l_their neighbor. That's what $l_they keeps telling $l_themself, even as $l_they makes an illegal U-turn to get to you faster. Even as $l_they realizes $l_they'd drop everything, including a crucial board meeting, just to be there when you need $l_them.
Who is $l_they kidding? You stopped being "just a neighbor" weeks ago.
$l_They can still remember the first time $l_they saw you truly smile after $namee's death, how it felt like watching the sun break through storm clouds. How your quiet strength in facing each day made $l_them want to be worthy of your trust. How somewhere between late-night conversations and shared meals, you became someone $l_they couldn't imagine not having in $l_their life. Friends or more, it doesn't matter.
And now you're alone and hurting, and $l_they's still too far away to help.
"Hold on, $name," $l_they murmurs, pressing down harder on the accelerator.
The playful CEO who charms everyone with $l_their easy smile is gone. In $l_their place is a $l_man who would do anything to stop your tears, even if $l_they's not ready to admit why.
Not yet.
This is the last thing you need to hear, and this is the last thing $l_they wants to hope.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C137">><</button>>When you end the call, $namet's fingers tighten around $t_their phone. The quarterly report in front of $t_them blurs, numbers meaningless as $t_their mind fixates on the sound of your broken sobs.
$t_They stands abruptly, $t_their chair rolling back against the wall. A few employees glance up from their cubicles, startled by the uncharacteristic display from their usually composed CFO. $t_They could schools that expression back to what $t_they usually shows, $t_they could hide everything. But $t_they finds $t_themself unable to.
$t_They barely notices them, already shrugging on $t_their coat with precise, controlled movements that betray $t_their inner turmoil.
"Reschedule the 4 PM meeting," $t_they tells $t_their assistant as $t_they strides past $t_their desk.
The assistant opens $t_their mouth to remind $namet about the importance of the merger discussion, but something in the CFO's expression makes $t_them simply nod.
The elevator feels painfully slow. $namet checks $t_their watch, calculating the fastest route to the grocery store near Valley Street. $t_Their jaw clenches when $t_they thinks about what—or—could have caused this breakdown. Something happened and $t_they's itching to grab whoever hurt you and crush them. Person or object or whatever that hurt you.
You've been pushing yourself too hard lately, brushing off $t_their concerned glances with forced smiles that never quite reached your eyes.
$t_They should have insisted more when $t_they noticed the dark circles under your eyes last week. Should have done more than just leaving coffee on your desk and scheduling shared lunch breaks to ensure you ate properly.
$t_They should've done <i>more</i>. $t_They's so focused on avoiding showing anything that sometimes $t_they ends up doing the exact opposite of what $t_they's trying to convey.
The parking garage echoes with $t_their quick footsteps. $t_They unlocks $t_their car and get in while fixing the sleeve of $t_their coat, a nervous habit always showing even when $t_they tries to fight it.
$namet pulls out into traffic, $t_their fingers drumming against the steering wheel at each red light. It's the first time $t_they's heard such raw pain in your voice, and something in $t_their chest constricts at the thought of you alone in an alleyway.
The grocery store comes into view. $t_Their eyes scan the vicinity, looking for the familiar silhouette $t_they's grown accustomed to seeking out in crowded office hallways. The one that makes $t_their days feel a little brighter, though $t_they'd never admit it aloud. Not because $t_they doesn't want to—but admitting it won't help you.
$t_They parks, barely remembering to lock $t_their car as $t_they starts searching the nearby alleyways. $t_Their usual perfectly maintained composure cracks slightly with each passing moment $t_they doesn't find you.
Because somewhere between shared late-night takeout and quiet conversations, between watching you slowly heal and being allowed to see behind your carefully constructed walls, you've become someone $t_they can't bear to see hurting.
$namet quickens $t_their pace, $t_their heart beating a worried rhythm against $t_their ribs.
$t_They just needs to find you.
Everything else can wait.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C137">><</button>>Athiel stares at $a_their phone, $a_their earlier relaxed posture now tense as a bowstring. The sound of your sobs echoes in $a_their mind, making $a_their stomach twist uncomfortably.
"Shit," $a_they mutters, already rolling off $a_their bed and grabbing $a_their coat. $a_Their perfectly styled hair is a mess from lounging around, but for once, $a_they doesn't bother fixing it in the mirror. The sight would normally horrify $a_them. $a_They is a model after all, and appearance is everything in $a_their world, but right now, $a_they couldn't care less.
$a_Their hands shake slightly as $a_they slips on $a_their boots, mind racing. What happened? You were supposed to be taking a day off, trying to relax alone for once after all the drama with $a_their $e_brother. Not that $a_they understands why you're still so devastated, but the pain in your voice...
A sharp memory cuts through $a_their thoughts: you, sitting on your couch two months ago, clutching a warm drink with trembling hands as you talked about $namee with Ekissa.
$a_They hadn't understood then why you spoke about $a_their $e_brother with so much pain. Hadn't understood why you looked at $a_them sometimes with such raw grief, as if seeing $namee's ghost in $a_their features.
Athiel pauses at $a_their front door, one hand on the handle. $a_They remembers how $a_they tried to keep $a_their distance at first, throwing barbed comments and raised eyebrows your way like: "Stay away from me" or "I'm not a replacement for my $e_brother".
But you'd stayed anyway, seeing through $a_their practiced indifference with a persistence that both annoyed and touched $a_them. You'd rolled your eyes at $a_their dramatic sighs, laughed sometimes at $a_their cutting remarks, and somehow wormed your way past $a_their carefully constructed walls.
$a_They hates it.
"Keys, wallet, phone," $a_they mutters, patting $a_their pockets.
$a_Their reflection in the hallway mirror shows wide, worried eyes that completely betray $a_their usual arrogant demeanor. The perfectly image $a_they presents to the world; the untouchable, sardonic model who couldn't be bothered to care about anything—it's cracking at the edges.
Racing down the stairs, Athiel's mind keeps replaying your broken sobs.
Something happened. Something bad.
And despite all $a_their efforts to maintain $a_their facade, the thought of you alone and crying in some alley makes $a_their heart clench painfully.
$a_They bursts through the building's front door, the cold air hitting $a_their face like a slap. Valley Street isn't far, maybe a fifteen-minute walk, but that feels like an eternity right now.
Without hesitation, $a_they breaks into a run.
$a_Their boots click against the pavement as $a_they weaves through the evening crowd. A few people turn to look, probably recognizing $a_them from the billboards that dot the city.
$a_They ignores them. Let them talk. Let them wonder why the infamous Athiel Winter is running through the streets like a mad $a_man, $a_their designer coat flying behind $a_them, $a_their carefully maintained image in complete disarray.
"Hold on," $a_they whispers between breaths, pushing $a_themself to run faster. "You better buy me a coffee…"
$a_Their phone buzzes in $a_their pocket, probably $a_their agent about tomorrow's shoot, but $a_they ignores it. For once in $a_their life, Athiel couldn't care less about $a_their professional obligations. All $a_they can think about is reaching you before something worse happens, before whatever broke you tonight can dig its claws in deeper.
And maybe, just maybe, $a_they'll finally understand why you've been carrying so much grief for $a_their $e_brother.
But first, $a_they needs to find you, needs to make sure you're safe.
$a_They picks up $a_their pace, $a_their usually perfectly controlled breathing coming in harsh pants now.
The cold air burns $a_their lungs, but $a_they doesn't slow down.
For you, $a_they'll run.
For you, $a_they'll let $a_their perfect facade crack.
For you, $a_they'll care.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C137">><</button>>Ekissa's hand freezes mid-stroke, the paintbrush hovering over the canvas as your sobs echo through $j_their phone. The sound makes $j_their chest tighten painfully—$j_they hasn't heard you cry like this since the weeks following $namee's death.
$j_They drops the brush without caring where it lands, paint splattering across $j_their work floor.
The guest room $j_they uses as a studio is a mess of half-finished paintings and art supplies, but none of that matters right now. Your broken voice is the only thing $j_they can focus on.
Seven years. Seven years of friendship, and $j_they still feels $j_their heart being ripped apart every time you cry. It's gotten worse these past few months, as your relationship evolved into something deeper, something that seems to raise a few eyebrows without $j_them understanding <i>why</i>.
Grabbing $j_their keys and jacket, $j_they's already heading for the door before the call even ends. $j_Their jaw clenches as $j_they thinks about what could have reduced you to this state. The protective anger that always surfaces when you're hurt burns in $j_their chest, making $j_their movements sharp and aggressive as $j_they slams $j_their apartment door behind $j_them.
Paint stains $j_their hands and there are probably smudges on $j_their face too, but $j_they couldn't care less. The elevator would take too long, so $j_they takes the stairs two at a time, $j_their heavy boots echoing in the stairwell.
$j_Their mind races through possibilities—did something happen again? Did $namee's mother show up? Whatever it is, someone's going to answer for making you cry like that.
The bitter winter air hits $j_them as $j_they bursts out of the building, but $j_they barely notices. $j_They knows exactly which alley you're talking about—you've walked past it countless times during your evening strolls together, those quiet moments when you'd share your thoughts or just enjoy comfortable silence.
$j_Their car roars to life, and $j_they pulls out of the parking spot with little regard for proper driving etiquette. The streets blur past as $j_they takes corners too fast, $j_their usual gruff demeanor amplified by worry and anger.
$j_They's always been protective of you. You were the only one who saw past $j_their prickly exterior, who understood the meaning behind $j_their abstract pieces without $j_them having to explain.
A red light forces $j_them to stop, and $j_they drums $j_their fingers impatiently against the steering wheel. $j_Their phone sits silent on the passenger seat, and $j_they fights the urge to call you again.
$j_They needs to know you're okay, but $j_they doesn't want to make you talk when you're clearly struggling to breathe through your tears.
The light turns green, and $j_they's moving again.
"Fuck," $j_they mutters under $j_their breath, knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Don't do this to me, $name. Don't break."
$j_Their chest constricts at the thought of you alone in that alley, crying your heart out. $j_They'll find you, and whoever caused this is going to regret it. But first, $j_they needs to make sure you're okay, needs to see with $j_their own eyes that you're safe.
Everything else can wait.
The familiar streets of your neighborhood come into view, and $j_their foot presses harder on the accelerator. $j_They's never been good with words or comfort, but for you, $j_they'll try.
$j_They always tries for you.
Because somewhere along these seven years, you became $j_their other half.
You became $j_their everything.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C137">><</button>>Vailyn's tea goes cold on the hotel room's desk, forgotten the moment they heard your broken voice through the phone. Their heart clenches painfully. They know that tone all too well, having heard it countless times through the thin walls that separated their house from your childhood home.
They're already pulling on their coat before the call ends, their normally graceful movements now urgent and sharp. The memory of a younger you, curled up on their couch with bruises you tried to hide, flashes through their mind. And they despise it, despise the man who couldn't stopped beating his own kids.
Back then, they had sworn to always be there when you needed them, and that promise hasn't changed. That promise will never change.
"I swear to all that's holy," they mutter, grabbing their car keys with more force than necessary. "If someone hurt $m_them..."
Racing down the hotel stairs to not waste time, they can't help but remember the nights they'd hear the shouting next door, how they'd find excuses to invite you and your siblings over for dinner. How they'd patch up your wounds with gentle hands while telling outrageous stories just to see you smile.
Their heels click against the parking lot pavement as they practically run to their car. Even now, years later, hearing you cry still feels like a knife to their heart. You're their kid; fuck whoever says you're not.
They slide into the driver's seat, hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to whiten their knuckles.
"Hold on, angel," they whisper, pulling out of the parking lot with controlled urgency. "Your third parent is coming and I'm going to strangle someone, I'm sure."
They know that grocery store well—it's where they used to take you shopping when your father had drunk away the grocery money, far from your past house but it was the cheapest one. You only agreed to let them buy things for you there.
The familiarity of the route does nothing to calm their nerves, each red light feeling like an eternity.
Vailyn's protective instincts, honed over years of being your unofficial guardian, are in full force. They don't know what happened, but they know one thing: whoever or whatever made you cry like that will have to answer to them.
And Vailyn, for all their warmth and dramatic flair, can be absolutely terrifying when it comes to protecting their angel.
No one touch you, that should be obvious.
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<i>"Hey! Hey, are…okay….?"</i></div>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C138">><</button>><i>$e_They blinks, finding $e_themself stuck somewhere $e_they doesn't recognize. Looking around to somewhat try to understand what's going on, no answer comes to $e_them.
Only questions.
"Oh god, oh..." the words coming from that man's voice are hard to understand clearly.
The smoke thickens, the pop and crackle of flames starting somewhere in the engine.
The heat grows more intense with each passing second.
$e_Their heart beats faster, $e_they's lost…
"I... I can't... This... I didn't…to..."
$e_They furrows $e_their brows. What's going on…? What is the man saying…?
"I'm… I… sorry."
$e_They watches the man but all $e_they sees is a blurring face. $e_They blinks as if doing so would clear the view, but all $e_they sees is the same unclear person. Everything looks distorted and blurred. No matter how hard $e_they tries to focus on a point, nothing clears out—only shifts and changes into distorted reality.
"…no…" $e_they finds $e_themself saying, but the words feel like they are forced to leave $e_their mouth. Like lines in a scene $e_they must act out.
"<<if $genderroe == "man">>ELIAS!<<else>>ELLIE!<</if>>"</i>
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C139">><</button>><<set $chap2do to true>><<if $showchara is true>><<set $showchara to false>><<set $showchara1 to true>><</if>><<if $showcharj is true>><<set $showcharj to false>><<set $showcharj1 to true>><</if>><<if $showcharl is true>><<set $showcharl to false>><<set $showcharl1 to true>><</if>><<if $showchart is true>><<set $showchart to false>><<set $showchart1 to true>><</if>>
<b>14:14
Somewhere...</b>
$e_They gasps, eyes suddenly snapping open as $e_they breathes in sharply. It feels like $e_they ran a mile. $e_Their chest rises and falls at an abnormal pace. $e_Their heart beats frantically; it's so loud $e_they hears it in $e_their own ears. $e_Their hands tremble from the trauma tattooed in $e_their mind and heart. $e_They's cold—no, $e_they's hot… no no, $e_they's…
$e_They doesn’t know anymore.
What is $e_they…?
Tired, that’s for sure. The mattress beneath $e_them doesn’t feel comfortable anymore. The room spin around $e_them and he’s lost for a moment.
Maybe $e_they should’ve slept at Athiel’s place instead.
<<button "NEXT" "CP2C140">><</button>><div style="text-align: center;">
That way, $namee wouldn’t have felt this lonely…</div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3Int">><</button>>Did you flirt with any love interest?
*[[Yes|Intro-2.3]]
*[[No|PREREGCHAP2]]<<if $routedoc1 == "yes">><<set $routedoc to "yes">><<set $routecul to "no">><<else>><<set $routecul to "yes">><</if>><<if $routechel == "yes">><<set $routemax to "no">><<else>><<set $routemax to "yes">><</if>><<set $showchara to true>><<set $showcharj to true>><<set $showcharl to true>><<set $showchart to true>><<if $lazincouple == "comfortable">><<set $parlazinroute to "yes">><<else>><<set $parlazinroute to "no">><</if>><<if $sarcastic == "yes">><<set $sarcastic to 1>><<set $genuine to 0>><<else>><<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $genuine to 1>><</if>><<if $intimid == "yes">><<set $intimid to 1>><<set $charm to 0>><<else>><<set $intimid to 0>><<set $charm to 1>><</if>><<if $subtle == "yes">><<set $subtle to 1>><<set $blunt to 0>><<set $showblunt to false>><<set $showsubtle to true>><<else>><<set $subtle to 0>><<set $blunt to 1>><<set $showblunt to true>><<set $showsubtle to false>><</if>><<if $playful == "yes">><<set $playful to 1>><<set $serious to 0>><<else>><<set $playful to 0>><<set $serious to 1>><</if>><<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $playful3 == "yes">><<set $serious3 to "no">><<else>><<set $serious3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $persona1 == "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">> <<set $caring to $caring + 1>><<set $showaloof to false>><<set $showcaring to true>><<elseif $persona1 == "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><<set $aloof to $aloof + 1>><<set $showaloof to true>><<set $showcaring to false>><</if>><<if $personna2 == "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<set $distant to $distant to + 1>><<set $showwarm to false>><<set $showdistant to true>><<elseif $personna2 == "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">> <<set $warm to $warm + 1>><<set $showwarm to true>><<set $showdistant to false>><</if>><<if $personna3 == "focusing intently on the cooking">><<set $serious to $serious + 1>><<set $showserious to true>><<set $showplayful to false>><<elseif $personna3 == "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">> <<set $playful to $playful + 1>><<set $showserious to false>><<set $showplayful to true>><</if>><<set $relationcheck to true>><<if $hottemp == "yes">><<set $hottemp to 1>><<set $showhottemp to true>><<set $showcoldhead to false>><<set $coldhead to "no">><<else>><<set $coldhead to 1>><<set $showhottemp to false>><<set $showcoldhead to true>><<set $coldhead to "yes">><</if>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showsarcas to true>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showsarcagenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showgenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showgenuisarca to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><</if>><<if $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showinticharm to true>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showcharminti to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showintimid to true>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showcharm2 to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><</if>><<set $edeath to "yes">>Are we good to go?
*[[Yes|Chap1C255]]
*[[Nope, there's something I wanna change|Intro-2Part2]]With who?
<<radiobutton "$flirtwithLI" "a" checked>>Athiel
<<radiobutton "$flirtwithLI" "l">>$namel
<<radiobutton "$flirtwithLI" "t">>$namet
<<radiobutton "$flirtwithLI" "j">>Ekissa
Did you flirt only with that love interest?
<<radiobutton "$onlyoneLI" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$onlyoneLI" "no">>No
<<button "Next" "PREREG1CHAP2">><</button>><<if $onlyoneLI == "no">>Who's the other one?
<<if $flirtwithLI == "j">><<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "a" checked>>Athiel
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "l">>$namel
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "t">>$namet
<<button "Next" "PREREG2CHAP2">><</button>><<elseif $flirtwithLI == "a">><<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "l" checked>>$namel
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "t">>$namet
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "j">>Ekissa
<<button "Next" "PREREG2CHAP2">><</button>><<elseif $flirtwithLI == "t">><<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "a" checked checked>>Athiel
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "l">>$namel
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "j">>Ekissa
<<button "Next" "PREREG2CHAP2">><</button>><<elseif $flirtwithLI == "l">>
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "t" checked>>$namet
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "j">>Ekissa
<<radiobutton "$theotheroneLI" "a">>Athiel
<<button "Next" "PREREG2CHAP2">><</button>><</if>><<else>><<set $theotheroneLI to "no">><<if $flirtwithLI == "a" and $onlyoneLI == "yes">><<set $AL to 8>><<elseif $flirtwithLI == "l" and $onlyoneLI == "yes">><<set $LL to 9>><<elseif $flirtwithLI == "t" and $onlyoneLI == "yes">><<set $TL to 9>><<elseif $flirtwithLI == "j" and $onlyoneLI == "yes">><<set $JL to 9>><</if>><<if $routecul1 == "yes">><<set $routedoc to "yes">><<set $routecul to "no">><<else>><<set $routecul to "yes">><</if>><<if $routechel == "yes">><<set $routemax to "no">><<else>><<set $routemax to "yes">><</if>><<set $showchara to true>><<set $showcharj to true>><<set $showcharl to true>><<set $showchart to true>><<if $lazincouple == "comfortable">><<set $parlazinroute to "yes">><<else>><<set $parlazinroute to "no">><</if>><<if $sarcastic == "yes">><<set $sarcastic to 1>><<set $genuine to 0>><<else>><<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $genuine to 1>><</if>><<if $intimid == "yes">><<set $intimid to 1>><<set $charm to 0>><<else>><<set $intimid to 0>><<set $charm to 1>><</if>><<if $subtle == "yes">><<set $subtle to 1>><<set $blunt to 0>><<set $showblunt to false>><<set $showsubtle to true>><<else>><<set $subtle to 0>><<set $blunt to 1>><<set $showblunt to true>><<set $showsubtle to false>><</if>><<if $playful == "yes">><<set $playful to 1>><<set $serious to 0>><<else>><<set $playful to 0>><<set $serious to 1>><</if>><<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $playful3 == "yes">><<set $serious3 to "no">><<else>><<set $serious3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $persona1 == "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">> <<set $caring to $caring + 1>><<set $showaloof to false>><<set $showcaring to true>><<elseif $persona1 == "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><<set $aloof to $aloof + 1>><<set $showaloof to true>><<set $showcaring to false>><</if>><<if $personna2 == "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<set $distant to $distant to + 1>><<set $showwarm to false>><<set $showdistant to true>><<elseif $personna2 == "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">> <<set $warm to $warm + 1>><<set $showwarm to true>><<set $showdistant to false>><</if>><<if $personna3 == "focusing intently on the cooking">><<set $serious to $serious + 1>><<set $showserious to true>><<set $showplayful to false>><<elseif $personna3 == "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">> <<set $playful to $playful + 1>><<set $showserious to false>><<set $showplayful to true>><</if>><<set $relationcheck to true>><<if $hottemp == "yes">><<set $hottemp to 1>><<set $showhottemp to true>><<set $showcoldhead to false>><<set $coldhead to "no">><<else>><<set $showhottemp to false>><<set $showcoldhead to true>><<set $coldhead to "yes">><<set $coldhead to 1>><</if>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showsarcas to true>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showsarcagenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showgenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showgenuisarca to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><</if>><<if $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showinticharm to true>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showcharminti to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showintimid to true>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showcharm2 to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><</if>><<set $edeath to "yes">>Are we good to go?
*[[Yes|Chap1C255]]
*[[Nope, there's something I wanna change|Intro-2Part2]]<</if>>Who has more love points?
<<if $flirtwithLI == "j" and $theotheroneLI == "a" or $flirtwithLI == "a" and $theotheroneLI == "j">><<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "a" checked>>Athiel
<<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "j">>Ekissa<<elseif $flirtwithLI == "l" and $theotheroneLI == "a" or $flirtwithLI == "a" and $theotheroneLI == "l">><<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "a" checked>>Athiel
<<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "l">>$namel<<elseif $flirtwithLI == "t" and $theotheroneLI == "a" or $flirtwithLI == "a" and $theotheroneLI == "t">><<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "a" checked>>Athiel
<<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "l">>$namet<<elseif $flirtwithLI == "t" and $theotheroneLI == "l" or $flirtwithLI == "l" and $theotheroneLI == "t">><<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "t" checked>>$namet
<<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "l">>$namel<<elseif $flirtwithLI == "t" and $theotheroneLI == "j" or $flirtwithLI == "j" and $theotheroneLI == "t">><<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "t" checked>>$namet
<<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "j">>Ekissa<<elseif $flirtwithLI == "j" and $theotheroneLI == "l" or $flirtwithLI == "l" and $theotheroneLI == "j">><<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "t" checked>>$namel
<<radiobutton "$pointmor1reg" "j">>Ekissa<</if>>
<<button "Next" "PREREG3CHAP2">><</button>><<if $pointmor1reg == "a">><<set $AL to 6>><<else>><<set $AL to 2>><</if>><<if $pointmor1reg == "l">><<set $LL to 6>><<else>><<set $LL to 3>><</if>><<if $pointmor1reg == "t">><<set $TL to 6>><<else>><<set $TL to 3>><</if>><<if $pointmor1reg == "j">><<set $JL to 6>><<else>><<set $JL to 3>><</if>><<if $routecul1 == "yes">><<set $routedoc to "yes">><<set $routecul to "no">><<else>><<set $routecul to "yes">><</if>><<if $routechel == "yes">><<set $routemax to "no">><<else>><<set $routemax to "yes">><</if>><<set $showchara to true>><<set $showcharj to true>><<set $showcharl to true>><<set $showchart to true>><<if $lazincouple == "comfortable">><<set $parlazinroute to "yes">><<else>><<set $parlazinroute to "no">><</if>><<if $sarcastic == "yes">><<set $sarcastic to 1>><<set $genuine to 0>><<else>><<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $genuine to 1>><</if>><<if $intimid == "yes">><<set $intimid to 1>><<set $charm to 0>><<else>><<set $intimid to 0>><<set $charm to 1>><</if>><<if $subtle == "yes">><<set $subtle to 1>><<set $blunt to 0>><<set $showblunt to false>><<set $showsubtle to true>><<else>><<set $subtle to 0>><<set $blunt to 1>><<set $showblunt to true>><<set $showsubtle to false>><</if>><<if $playful == "yes">><<set $playful to 1>><<set $serious to 0>><<else>><<set $playful to 0>><<set $serious to 1>><</if>><<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $playful3 == "yes">><<set $serious3 to "no">><<else>><<set $serious3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $persona1 == "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">> <<set $caring to $caring + 1>><<set $showaloof to false>><<set $showcaring to true>><<elseif $persona1 == "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><<set $aloof to $aloof + 1>><<set $showaloof to true>><<set $showcaring to false>><</if>><<if $personna2 == "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<set $distant to $distant to + 1>><<set $showwarm to false>><<set $showdistant to true>><<elseif $personna2 == "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">> <<set $warm to $warm + 1>><<set $showwarm to true>><<set $showdistant to false>><</if>><<if $personna3 == "focusing intently on the cooking">><<set $serious to $serious + 1>><<set $showserious to true>><<set $showplayful to false>><<elseif $personna3 == "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">> <<set $playful to $playful + 1>><<set $showserious to false>><<set $showplayful to true>><</if>><<set $relationcheck to true>><<if $hottemp == "yes">><<set $hottemp to 1>><<set $showhottemp to true>><<set $showcoldhead to false>><<set $coldhead to "no">><<else>><<set $coldhead to 1>><<set $showhottemp to false>><<set $showcoldhead to true>><<set $coldhead to "yes">><</if>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showsarcas to true>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showsarcagenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showgenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showgenuisarca to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><</if>><<if $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showinticharm to true>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showcharminti to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showintimid to true>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showcharm2 to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><</if>><<set $edeath to "yes">>Are we good to go?
*[[Yes|Chap1C255]]
*[[Nope, there's something I wanna change|Intro-2Part2]]The doc blinks at you, flicking her gaze between you two. She smiles in understanding. "Your friend, then."
$namet seems to freeze for a moment, like $t_they wasn't expecting to be given the option so casually. $t_They glances between you and the carrier, then at Dr. Martinez who's waiting patiently with an encouraging smile.
"If you're sure you want me there," $t_they replies, $t_their voice carefully neutral.
Dr. Martinez's smile widens slightly. "Of course! The more the merrier. This way, please."
Dr. Martinez guides you both into a clean examination room, gesturing for you to place $catname's carrier on the stainless steel table. $namet lingers near the door, arms crossed as $t_they observes you both.
"So," Dr. Martinez starts, her professional demeanor warm yet focused as she opens her tablet. "What seems to be troubling your little friend today?"
You run a hand through your hair with a sigh. "For the past few weeks, $catname's been meowing constantly at night. Like, non-stop. I thought maybe it was just a phase, but it's getting worse. Sometimes it sounds... I don't know, distressed? Different from the usual attention-seeking meows."
Dr. Martinez nods thoughtfully, typing notes into her tablet. "I see. Has there been any other changes in behavior? Eating habits, litter box use, anything unusual during the day?"
You hesitate, your fingers absently tracing the carrier's edge. "Maybe... maybe it's related to my $e_boyfriend's death? I know it sounds weird, but $catname was super close to $e_them. $catname was $e_their cat in the first place, not mine. $catname couldn't stand me. It's been two months, but sometimes grief isn't linear, right?"
Dr. Martinez's expression softens, a mix of professional compassion and genuine understanding. $namet remains silent, listening intently.
"$catname…" you trail off. "Ever since the accident, $catname's been different. More vocal. More... sad, if that makes sense?"
Dr. Martinez makes another note on her tablet, her blue eyes kind. "Pets can absolutely experience grief. Cats, contrary to popular belief, are quite emotionally intelligent. They form deep bonds and can definitely mourn."
"But what about the scratching? The constant meowl every night?" you frown slightly. "The door of my bedroom have a cat door for him to go and come, but he doesn't use it, only meowing in front of the door and scratching it."
Dr. Martinez's professional demeanor shifts slightly, her brow furrowing with intrigue. "A persistent scratching behavior combined with excessive vocalization can indicate several things. It could be separation anxiety, especially given the recent trauma of losing your $e_boyfriend, or it might be something more physiological."
She continues in her explanation and questions, examining $catname under his hiss.
But in the end, she didn't find anything. $catname didn't look stressed for her nor did he look sick.
She found nothing on him, suggesting that it was maybe just the loss of his passed owner.
Somewhat, you don't believe that. There's something with $catname, and you hope it'll get better because this is getting concerning.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap2C203">><</button>>!!!<div style="text-align:center; font-size: 3.2em; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;">
Chapter 3</div>
!!!<div style="text-align:center;">I'm here.
</div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C1">><</button>><b><i>A few months ago… </i></b>
Everything hurts; everything feels wrong.
$e_Their sensitive skin can't handle the phantom heat. The burned side of $e_their body feels as if someone is repeatedly striking $e_them with sharp ice, then switching to beat $e_their skin with something hot, like metal heated until it glows orange.
It's intense and unbearable. Even when lying on $e_their other uninjured side, $e_they feels like it doesn't help at all. It hurts so fucking much. $e_They doesn't know how many times $e_they cried at the pain and begged the doc to give $e_them medications to handle it.
$e_They was never really awake, always barely conscious, but at least $e_they didn't feel pain.
"Treasure…" a soft voice echoes in $e_their hospital room like a soft caress that soothes $e_them instantly.
Fluttering $e_their eyes open, $e_their breathing is heavy, still recovering from the accident. "Mom…"
Juliet approaches her chair closer to $e_their bed, and even if $e_their mind isn't totally here, $e_they can see the raw fear still lingering in $e_their mother's eyes when she envelops $e_their hand with her trembling ones. Juliet doesn't say anything at first—she can't with her sobs and her throat squeezing so tight.
It's the first time $namee sees $e_their mother's arrogant and condescending mask shatter into too many pieces to be glued back together. But then again, Juliet never dared to wear this mask around her kids. They're too precious to her.
"My treasure… I thought I lost you…" she murmurs shakily the same words she's been repeating these past days. "It's all $m_their fault…"
That sentence again.
$namee tried to learn more about this person through $e_their mother, but she never answered clearly. She only told $e_them it was "$m_their" fault, insisting that it would never have happened if that person hadn't been in the picture in the first place. But who is this person? $namee has wondered since waking up from the accident.
She seemed so devastated, so angry and also… lost. $namee's memories were still too fuzzy, unable to pinpoint what happened during the car accident or anything that occurred before it either.
So $e_they believed $e_their mother.
$e_They trusted her words.
But $e_they never felt like hating that person too. It felt…
Wrong.
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<b>14:16</b>
With a shaky breath, $e_they passes a hand across $e_their face while pushing $e_themself up from the soft bed. $e_Their skin stretches with the movement and new position. What once hurt in the past now just feels strange and unnatural. $e_Their pulse is still racing, but $e_they tries to calm down as much as $e_they can.
This dream again… It's like $e_their brain is trying to tell $e_them something $e_they doesn't get the meaning of. Or maybe $e_their mind is just being cruel after that accident.
Lifting $e_their gaze to the window, $e_they stares at it for a solid minute in a daze, $e_their breathing finally settling down. It's already afternoon, the sky still clear and bright despite winter's presence but with no sign of sun, not from $e_their room at least. $e_They's still exhausted, though. The nightmare drained the little energy $e_they had.
How many times did $e_they have this dream…? And how many times more will $e_they make this dream again? Trauma, fear, and sadness envelop $e_them all at once after this special nightmare that is clearly not ready to let $e_them go.
That voice calling $e_their name still echoes in $e_their mind, never leaving it for too long.
Each time $e_they hears it, something breaks inside $e_them, longing hitting $e_them a bit harder than the last times $e_they had this dream. The worst is that $e_they doesn't even know why. $e_They doesn't recognize that voice. Doesn't know anyone with this similar timbre. $e_They forced $e_themself to understand, <i>god</i>, how hard $e_they tried—only to come up empty and lost.
$e_They's aching for this voice, and $e_they doesn't understand why. $e_They doesn't want to, it's like $e_their body is forcing $e_them to feel this way.
Getting up with a sigh, $e_they pads to the bathroom to splash some water over $e_their face to clear $e_their mind or at least try. Standing in front of the sink, $e_they gathers water into $e_their open palms and splash it gently on $e_their face.
Lowering $e_their hands, $e_they looks up to watch $e_their reflection. A grimace contorts $e_their face, $e_their fingers brushing down $e_their right cheek. The feeling is soft, and yet, $e_they's numb. It doesn't even tingle. There's just… nothing.
The appearance of it… of all of it is still hard to accept. Thanks to $e_their autograft, the color and texture are similar to $e_their other area, but it's not the same. $e_They notices all of it, and, while $e_they doesn't mind it, $e_they still lost $e_their job because of it.
$e_They's not perfect anymore, after all. Not physically. Not for the people with whom $e_they worked for years.
$e_Their hands grip the hem of $e_their shirt to remove it, sucking in a breath when $e_they sees how much the right area healed after months of proper care. Cleaning the graft, changing the dressing over it, moisturizing it. $e_Their skin is healthy; $e_they had to lie on $e_their left side for a good amount of time, but it became bearable to lie on $e_their back eventually.
The medication helped. $e_They had so much of it for the pain, for the graft to heal and not get infected, and for $e_their back and stomach to heal too after the heavy graft surgery $e_they underwent.
Now there's not a single part of $e_their body that's not marked. Well, if not for the scars of the burned skin or the one $e_they had to give up on to cover the burned one, there was only $e_their left side saved.
$e_They feels…
$e_Their jaw works, throat tightening and tears gathering on the corners of $e_their eyes as $e_they fixes $e_their reflection in the mirror.
$e_They feels <i>fine</i>. It's just looks. $e_They doesn't need to linger on appearance. At least $e_they's not dead; that has to count for something.
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"Here you are," Payton leans her side against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest.
$namee startles with a gasp, shutting $e_their eyes close. "Pay', ever heard about knocking…?" $e_they chides, but $e_their tone stays soft. $e_They opens $e_their eyes and turns around to face $e_their friend. "I thought you'd come later? And how did you get in the house?"
Payton just tilts her head, considering something for a moment. After what feels like forever, she approaches the ex-model and stands behind $e_them, tilting her upper body on one side so she can see the two of them in the mirror.
"You're still as $e_handsome as before, $namee," she murmurs softly with a smile, trying to cheer up her friend in her quiet way.
"What?" $e_they mumbles, forced to look back in the mirror. Forced to look at the monster staring back at $e_them. $e_Their shoulders sag in defeat, jaw working. "I'm… not."
"You are," $e_their friend repeats, taking $namee's shirt to give it back as her friend puts it back <<if $genderroe == "woman">>over her bra<</if>>.
"Babe?" another voice echoes.
Payton pats $namee's good side before turning her head away and calling out her boyfriend. "Here."
It doesn't take long for Charlie to join the two of them with a grin. "$namee! Let's go to the park! April wants to." The father rocks the baby in his arms gently yet pointedly. "Right, sweetheart? You wanna go to the park, right?"
$namee's features soften at the sight of the little girl, and suddenly, everything feels trivial. The little girl is enough to lift $e_their spirit. "Let me get ready; I won't take long."
And this time $e_they meant it. Long gone is the $namee who took hours to get ready. Why take the time to look good when you look like…. This?
$e_They just wants to hide it.
Hide everything until no evidence of what happened that day can be seen.
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Willowgreen Park</b>
The park is peacefully silent today, probably because people are busy at work. Something $namee doesn't have anymore.
$e_Their gaze looks ahead, inhaling the fresh scent in the air deeply, admiring the trees and mother nature in all their glory in this winter. $e_They doesn't know why, but $e_they always loved this. Watching the flowers, trees, plants—anything related to nature.
"Did you see?" Charlie exclaims lightly, but there's something in his voice, a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
Charlie's hands fidget between them, a nervous gesture that gains $namee's attention as $e_they glances in $e_their friend's direction with a bemused smile. Something tells $e_them $e_their friends are itching to say something. And it's not the first time $e_they feels like Payton and Charlie are holding back something.
$e_They insisted and kept asking what was going on the first time they acted strangely around $e_them, posing questions to which $e_they didn't have answers. $e_They never received clear responses, and they eventually stopped asking $e_them anything. Yet, $e_they still feels like $e_they's missing an important piece of $e_their memories.
After these past months, and following the doctor's revelation that $e_they lost part of $e_their memories—something $e_their mother had avoided mentioning out of fear that it would pressure $e_them to remember horrible things—$e_they didn't feel as bad about it as $e_they did about $e_their burned skin. $e_They <i>knew</i> something was wrong, $e_they just didn't expect to have lost memories just like that.
The dreams $e_they experiences <i>do</i> affect $e_them, and sometimes $e_they finds $e_themself aching for that voice. It's as if someone is forcing $e_them to feel this way, even when $e_they doesn't dwell on it much. It only makes $e_them increasingly uncomfortable not knowing who that voice belongs to.
Leaning against the bench where $e_they sits with $e_their friends, $e_they inquires with a simple: "Mh?"
"No. Way." A distant voice squeals in barely restrained excitement. "Oh my god, look who it is!! $namee Winter!"
"What?" another voice asks in a bored tone, no doubt someone who's not a fan. "Didn't $e_they ghost everyone or something?"
$namee's shoulders tense under $e_their oversized shirt. Dreading what's about to happen. The steps approach significantly faster to the bench where $e_they and $e_their friends are sitting, and $e_they tenses further. $e_They doesn't want to see it. Doesn't want to endure again the reactions, or rather the lack of them.
"$namee! Where were you? Everyone was wondering if you'd do the next fashion sho—" the first girl stops in front of the ex-model, her eyes blinking slowly as she takes in $namee's appearance.
She frowns, tilting her head to study $namee's face as if doing so will answer her flurry of questions swirling in her head. And $namee's know this look, the looks $e_they earns often are first pity, then dismissal.
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"Ah, sorry, I thought you were $namee. You two look so similar from afar!" she apologizes with a nervous chuckle, no recognition in her eyes, not even a little bit, as her friend tugs her away.
But when the girl's friend catches $namee's gaze, they pause a moment with a small frown between their brows. For a second, $namee swears $e_they can see a hint of what could possibly be recognition... But the girl's friend shake their head as if to chase away their thoughts, they smile sheepishly to $namee and $e_their friends before walking away.
Was it the oversized clothes, the pounds $e_they gained these past months, the side of $e_their burned face that makes $e_them look like a monster, the dejected look $e_they seems to always have since that day? What makes people think $e_they's not the once-upon-a-time gorgeous and popular model?
It hurts, and yet, $namee doesn't show any pain on $e_their features. $e_Their growing resentment and hatred against anything that was once $e_them—a model, a beautiful $e_man, someone who dearly loved $e_their work and anything that englobes $e_their work—all of it became only a source of hatred. $e_They has to resent something if it's not $e_themself.
"$namee," Payton leans forward to meet her friend's eyes with a worried smile.
$namee blinks back into reality as $e_they clears $e_their throat and forces a smile of $e_their own. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
Charlie shares a look with his girlfriend, who nods subtly. They have to try and help before it's too late. Before you move on. The dark-haired man clears his throat, plastering another grin. "$name got a job."
The ex-model tilts $e_their head in confusion, not sure where they're trying to go from this information. "$name…" $e_they repeats slowly, tasting the name on $e_their tongue for a moment. Nothing. "This new friend you were talking about last time?"
"Actually–"
"Something like that," Payton cuts in, not wanting to overwhelm $namee with too much information. Not yet. It's been only a few days since $namee finally left $e_their parents' house to hang out with them, a few days $e_they finally let $e_themself heal mentally.
She presses a soft kiss against April's forehead and carefully places the baby in her stroller. The little girl gurgles, her small hands trying to grasp the sunshade above her as Payton melts at the sight, smiling to her baby before fishing for her phone in her coat pocket. She unlocks it and taps on it.
"Payton?" $namee flicks $e_their gaze between $e_their friends, completely lost.
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"Here," Payton shows her screen. An old video she had of herself, Charlie and you at your house while $namee was busy watering $e_their flowers.
Maybe it'll help $namee remember you or all the other memories $e_they seems to have forgotten since the accident. Payton can't help but try to jog some memory from her friend.
It can't end that way. Surely you two will be reunited and have your happy ever after. She can't believe it ends on an accident and on a manipulative mother. She knows it's partly their fault for not saying anything and letting Juliet keep up the charade.
But what else can they do? Telling everything won't help $namee right now. She knows her friend well enough to hold back until the right moment comes.
$namee leans in just a little to take a proper look at the picture. "$m_They look$m_s nice," $namee says softly with a polite yet confused smile. "Where were you at this moment?"
$e_They doesn't recognize you, nor does $e_they recognize the house $e_they had specially decorated with you. She and Charlie waited for $namee to be in a better state of mind to do this. To show $e_them and maybe help $namee remember everything with just a glance. The doc said that seeing a picture could stimulate memories, and that emotional connection could jog at least a flash of it.
Clearly, it doesn't work. Payton remembers when she and Charlie first asked about you to $namee without knowing $e_their lack of memories. Everyone—$namee, Charlie and Payton—was confused except Juliet. That day, Juliet was seething, kicking them out of the hospital room for exposing $e_their $e_son to a topic and a person that could ‘hurt $e_them again.'
Little did she know she was the one hurting her $e_son the most by hiding so many things from so many people.
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Charlie grabs the phone to turn the volume up so $namee can hear your voice. "Don't you know $m_them?"
$namee blinks as $e_they cups $e_their ear to hear better. $e_Their eyes widen in realization as a smile spreads on $e_their lips. "That's why I heard it!"
"What?" both $e_their friends sputter, hope so thick, you could slice it with a knife.
"$m_Their voice!" $namee clarifies, $e_their shoulders relaxing when $e_they finally pierces the mystery.
Excitement and relief fill $e_their friends' eyes, anticipation radiating from them.
"$m_Theyre a close friend of mine too. That's why, right?" $namee sighs, a chuckle leaving $e_their lips in pure relief and slight disbelief. How much did $e_they forget…? "I thought I was going crazy. We must've been close enough to have me dream of $m_their voice. I get it now."
Charlie's face falls. That's not it. Charlie expected something else entirely. Perhaps if he tries again… He shakes his head slightly, chasing away that thought quickly. It was enough today. It's already good news that $namee dreamed of your voice.
"Ah, right." Charlie nods with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, $m_theyre a close friend."
"Wait," $namee murmurs, $e_their brows furrowing slightly. "Wait, you said $name, right?"
"…yes?"
"$m_Is $m_they the one with whom mom…" $e_they trails off, expression turning pensive. "She went to that house but she didn't say why, Athiel and she got into an argument months ago," $e_they adds, straightening $e_their back with a sigh. "I felt a bit bad for $name. I heard my mother went there to literally scream at $m_them."
Payton's eyes darken at that as she tries her hardest to contain her rage. "She did what?" she asks softly, thanking her calm and steady voice internally. "Don't tell me Athiel let her go to your pla–" she catches herself. "–to $name's place?"
"Apparently Athiel was already there," $namee shrugs, a hint of disappointment in $e_their voice.
$e_They didn't understand why $e_their $a_brother slept at that place, didn't understand the cold shoulder and a lot of other things, even if $e_their little $a_brother always visited $e_them at the hospital and still now at their parents' house.
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$e_They shakes $e_their head, focusing back on track. "I think $m_theyre the one I sent flowers to."
"Flowers?"
"Yeah, as an apology. I didn't know what kind of flowers $m_they liked, though. So I took a bit of everything."
Charlie's mouth hangs open in shock while Payton furrows her brows in both surprise and confusion. "You <i>went</i> there?"
$namee blinks at $e_their friends like they're being silly. "Yeah? I went early in the morning before my mother could wake up and avoid another argument. I asked dad where $name lived."
"Did you meet $name?"
"No…" $namee smiles sheepishly, adding. "I don't… I don't think I want to."
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<b>14:14
Valley Street...</b>
Ekissa parks $j_their car abruptly in the side parking lot on the side of the road. $j_They doesn't check if everything is closed and locked. That's not what matters at this precise moment. $j_They's not even sure $j_they closed $j_their car door—all $j_they can think about is you.
Shoving people in $j_their way, $j_they glares at anyone complaining or snapping, and you know what? That works wonders if the people scurrying away are anything to go by.
$j_They looks around, asking, or rather snapping at people if they saw anyone with a similar appearance to yours. One of them points somewhere behind them with their finger, and Ekissa doesn't waste time sprinting in the direction shown.
You don't hear the footsteps reverberating between the walls around you, you don't notice when someone calls your name, nor do you react when someone crouches in front of you. But you do grip their hands when you see their fingers and familiar rings in your view from where you were staring at your knees.
You grip their hands tight, desperate for an anchor. Your vision is blurry from the tears that don't seem to stop. You can't breathe properly; your heart feels torn, like when you squeeze a cloth hard enough to force the water out.
"$name, $name," Ekissa panics, $j_their jaw clenched so hard $j_they might crack some teeth in the process, with barely contained anger.
Not at you. Of course not at you, but at the person who put you in this state. No way you broke just like that, out of nowhere. You could, but Ekissa knows you enough—it's because something happened.
Tentatively, hesitantly, unsure if you need it—$j_they pulls away $j_their hands from yours to spread $j_their arms.
$j_Their eyes widen when your trembling arms reach out to wrap around $j_their neck in the blink of an eye, causing $j_them to lose $j_their balance with the impact. $j_They has to support $j_themself with a hand against the wall, $j_their knees hitting the ground beside you, and $j_their upper body leaning forward as $j_their free hand snakes around you to bring you closer.
"I'm here," $j_they murmurs, $j_their voice achingly softer than usual, $j_their gruff tone forgotten for this moment. "I'm here, $name."
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*[["You're late," you complain through your tears.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP2]]
*[[You hiccup, shaking your head. "It hurts so much…"|Chap3C8ROUJDEP3]]
*[[You try to save face, even if it's a bit too late for that. "You came."|Chap3C8ROUJDEP4]]
*[["You sure?" you try to joke through your sobs.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP5]]
Your fingers grip the back of $j_their jacket tightly, bunching up the fabric like you're afraid $j_they'll disappear if you let go. You're aware that $j_they must have hurried to get to you, but that's all you can say in your state. An empty complaint, a desperate need to somehow ground you.
Your body trembles against $j_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $j_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
Ekissa shifts closer, practically engulfing you in $j_their embrace as one of $j_their hands moves to cradle the back of your head. $j_Their other arm wraps more securely around your middle, pulling you against $j_their chest where you can feel $j_their rapid heartbeat.
One thing is clear: $j_they's been running, searching frantically for you.
"Yeah," $j_they acknowledges softly, $j_their voice rough with emotion. "And it won't happen again."
It's not an empty promise; you can hear the fierce determination in $j_their tone. $j_Their fingers thread through your hair in a soothing motion as you continue to cry into $j_their shoulder.
The alley is cold and dirty, but Ekissa doesn't care as $j_they holds you on the ground. $j_They rocks you gently, muttering quiet reassurances whenever a particularly harsh sob wracks your body. $j_Their usual sharp edges and prickly demeanor have completely melted away, replaced by a protective tenderness $j_they always reserves just for you.
"Next time," $j_they mumbles against your temple, pressing $j_their lips there briefly, "call me first. Not after. First." $j_Their voice carries a hint of desperation beneath the gentleness. The thought of you hurt and alone, whether it's physical or emotional, even for a moment, clearly pains $j_them. "Got it?"
You nod weakly against $j_their shoulder, not trusting your voice just yet. Your tears gradually slow as $j_their warmth and presence start to calm you, and your grip on $j_their jacket loosens slightly, but you don't let go. Not yet. You need this—need your best friend—just a little longer.
"I've got you," $j_they whispers, and for now, that's enough.
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Your voice cracks, barely above a whisper as you press your face against $j_their shoulder. Your tears soak through $j_their shirt, but Ekissa couldn't care less about that. $j_Their arm around you tightens, $j_their other hand moving from the wall to cradle the back of your head.
Your body trembles against $j_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $j_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
Your fingers dig into $j_their back, clinging to $j_them like $j_they's your only lifeline in this storm of emotions. And maybe $j_they is.
"Breathe with me," $j_they instructs, $j_their chest rising and falling in an exaggerated manner against yours.
It takes a few tries, but eventually you manage to match $j_their rhythm, even if your breaths are still shaky and interrupted by occasional hiccups.
"That's it," $j_they encourages, $j_their thumb stroking the back of your head. The gentle motion is so different from $j_their usual grumpy demeanor, but that's what you need right now.
$j_Their other hand rubs soothing circles on your back, and you can feel some of the tension leaving your muscles. But the pain in your chest remains, sharp and raw. Fresh tears spill from your eyes as the memories crash back, and you press closer to $j_them, seeking more of $j_their warmth, $j_their strength, $j_their presence.
"Let it out," $j_they murmurs against your hair. "I've got you."
There's a dangerous edge to $j_their voice this time, promising retaliation to whoever caused this, and yet $j_their touch remains gentle, protective. $j_They shifts slightly, adjusting $j_their position to better shield you from the world, creating a safe space where you can fall apart without fear.
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Your fingers clutch the fabric of $j_their shirt, unwilling to let go even as you try to act like you're fine. Your body trembles against $j_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're fighting against falling further in front of your best friend.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it fighting to stay firmly on your face. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or to just plainly tell $j_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by sobs threatening to leave your lips again. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<</if>>
Ekissa tightens $j_their hold around you, one hand moving to cradle the back of your head. $j_They can feel your trembling against $j_their chest, hear the slight catch in your breath as you fight back more sobs. The way you're trying to put on a brave face only makes $j_their heart clench harder.
"Of course I fucking came," $j_they grumbles softly, no real heat in $j_their words. $j_Their thumb strokes small circles against your scalp, and $j_they presses $j_their face into your hair. "The second you called, I dropped everything. Didn't even finish what I was painting."
You let out a wet laugh at that, noticing only now that $j_their clothes are stained with now dried paint. It sounds exactly like something $j_they'd do. Your grip on $j_their shirt loosens slightly, but you don't pull away. $j_Their familiar scent surrounds you, grounding you in the present moment.
"Sorry for making you rush over here," you mumble against $j_their shoulder, still trying to maintain some dignity despite your tear-stained face and red eyes.
"Don't," $j_they cuts you off immediately. "Don't apologize. Not for this. Not ever for this." $j_Their voice is firm but gentle, a tone $j_they reserves only for you. $j_They pulls back just enough to look at your face, $j_their dark, intense gaze fixed on you. "I'll always come when you need me. Always."
The raw honesty in $j_their voice makes fresh tears well up in your eyes, but this time they're not entirely from pain.
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<<if $playful is 0 and $serious3 == "yes">>"Is this my good old bestie emerging?" $j_they quips gently.
You sniff, a watery laugh leaving your lips as you mumble. "Maybe…"
<</if>>Your fingers clutch the fabric of $j_their shirt, unwilling to let go even as you try to act like you're fine. Your body trembles against $j_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're fighting against falling further in front of your best friend.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it fighting to stay firmly on your face. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or to just plainly tell $j_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by sobs threatening to leave your lips again. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<</if>>
Ekissa lets out a soft snort, $j_their chest rumbling against yours. "Want me to prove I'm really here?"
$j_Their hand moving up and down your back in soothing motions, waiting patiently for you to answer. When you nod against $j_their shoulder, $j_they shifts to sit properly on the ground and pinch gently your cheeks with a grin.
"See?" $j_Their other hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. "Solid enough for you?"
You let out a wet laugh that sounds more like a choked sob. "Maybe," you mumble, pressing closer. $j_Their familiar scent wraps around you like a blanket, a mix of $j_their $j_cologne and something distinctly $j_them. "Don't let go."
"Not planning to," $j_they promises gruffly. $j_Their thumb wipes away the tears on your cheek, though they're quickly replaced by fresh ones. "Take your time. I've got you."
You focus on $j_their steady heartbeat, trying to match your erratic breathing to its rhythm. Ekissa stays quiet, just holding you close and occasionally running $j_their fingers through your hair or rubbing your back. $j_They doesn't ask what happened, doesn't push you to talk. $j_They just lets you cry it out, shielding you from the world with $j_their body.
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Your arms tighten around $j_them, soaking $j_their jacket and shirt. Your cries are quieter but still here despite yourself. $j_They doesn't stop you from letting it all out, $j_their own hand gripping the back of your shirt desperately as if trying to keep you together, keep you from breaking further.
"Too close… $s_they was too close…" you finally whisper brokenly between hiccups.
It's not the main problem, you know it, Ekissa knows it. It was just the drop of water that made the vase overflow. But somehow, telling one of the problems troubling you helps, even if just a little. You still feel the ghost of the $genderss's touch, and that makes you tighten your grip on Ekissa to wash away the stranger's scent, smile, and everything that felt so wrong, and make it disappear from your mind.
Ekissa's blood runs cold, $j_their eyes narrowing into slits as $j_their softened features harden immediately. "C'mon, let's get in the car."
Helping you up, $j_they grabs your coat to pat the dust away and replace it with $j_their jacket that $j_they drapes over your shoulder. $j_Their glare is on point as you both head to $j_their car, directed at the people walking by who are giving you unwanted attention.
Guiding you to the passenger seat, $j_they crouches down next to your open car door as you sit down to take a proper look at you, $j_their snowy white hair moving in the light breeze, with some strands getting in $j_their eyes. $j_Their dark skin stands out even more with so much white around, giving a look almost ethereal, a raw piece of art for your eyes.
"Stay here for a sec," $j_they tells you<<if $smoke == "yes">>, patting $j_their jacket pockets before fishing out a pack of cigs. $j_They lights one and holds it out to you while throwing the pack $j_they always carries in case you're short on them into the car<</if>>. "I won't be long, okay?"
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*[["What? Where are you going?" you ask softly through your tears and sniffles.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP7]]
*[[You take a deep, shaky breath. "Don't. Whatever you're thinking, don't."|Chap3C8ROUJDEP8]]
*[[You know what your best friend is about to do, and that makes you shake your head. You don't want problems.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP9]]
*[[You wipe your tears, murmuring. "Be quick…"|Chap3C8ROUJDEP10]]
*[["You don't even know what the stranger looks like," you sigh through your tears, knowing your bestie too well.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP11]]
Ekissa pauses at your question, $j_their expression darkening for a brief moment before $j_they schools it into something more neutral. Can't have you see right through $j_them before $j_they can do anything, can $j_they? $j_Their thumb reaches up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek, the metal of $j_their rings cool against your heated skin.
"Just need to take care of something," $j_they grunts, $j_their tone deceptively calm. "How did $s_they look?"
You open your mouth to answer but hesitate, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of $j_their jacket wrapped around you. Why would $j_they want to know that? You're smelling the problems before they can even happen and it doesn't smell good at all.
The memory of that $s_man makes your stomach flip uncomfortably. You don't think it'd be a good idea to tell $j_them, and yet… Yet you're itching to say it. Ekissa notices your reluctance, $j_their eyes narrowing slightly as $j_they studies your face.
"Do you know $s_them?" $j_they asks carefully, $j_their jaw clenching when you shake your head.
"It was... just a stupid date," you mumble finally, wrapping $j_their jacket tighter around yourself. "We matched on a dating app..."
Without warning, Ekissa reaches for your phone in your coat pocket. Your heart races as $j_they unlocks it, knowing your password, and opens the dating app.
The first profile $j_they shows you isn't the right one, but when $j_they swipes to the second... You look away quickly, but it's enough confirmation for $j_them. $j_Their fingers grip your phone tighter, $j_their knuckles turning white as $j_they memorizes the face on the screen.
There's a dangerous glint in $j_their eyes that you've rarely seen before. The one you know won't end well with the stranger you just met today.
Standing up, Ekissa pockets your phone, closes your car door, and starts walking toward the restaurant nearby—the same one where you had your date. $j_Their strides are purposeful, $j_their shoulders tense with barely contained rage.
You watch $j_them through the windshield and a single thought occurs to you. You fucked up, didn't you?
You know you should stop $j_them, tell $j_them it's not worth it, but the words die in your throat. Part of you wants $j_them to do whatever $j_they's planning, wants that person to feel as uncomfortable as they made you feel. And quite frankly? You're in no state to play referee right now.
So you stay silent<<if $smoke == "yes">> and take a drag of your cigarette, letting the smoke curl in your lungs<</if>>, curled up in $j_their jacket that smells like $j_them and watching as $j_they disappears into the restaurant where everything went wrong.
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Your hands are still trembling when you catch $j_their sleeve, heart racing in your chest at the thought of what your best friend might do. The last time someone made you cry, they ended up in the hospital. And you're not joking; that one time was really nasty. $j_They could've ended up in jail but miraculously didn't.
Money can buy everyone, and $j_their parents were persuasive enough.
$j_Their eyes flicker to your hand before meeting yours, $j_their features softening just a bit, but you can see the storm brewing behind those piercing black eyes. "Tell me what $s_they look like."
You shake your head, lips trembling as you try to form words… Nothing comes out. You've known Ekissa for so long; you know exactly what $j_they's capable of. The last thing you want is having problems with the police again because of $j_their temper. $j_They already had too many warnings; one more and $j_they might really end up in jail this time.
"$name," $j_they says softly, too softly. It's the calm before the storm and you hate that you know $j_them so well to recognize this special sign. "Do you know $s_them?"
You hesitate again, averting your eyes to stare at the dashboard instead. Your fingers play with the hem of $j_their jacket around your shoulders, finding comfort in $j_their scent surrounding you. "...Just a stupid date. From a dating app."
$j_Their jaw clenches, fingers already reaching for your phone in your coat pocket. You try to grab it first, but $j_they's faster, unlocking it easily—$j_they knows your password after all. Opening the app, $j_they swipes through the matches, showing you each profile with an intensity that makes you shrink in your seat.
"No..." you whisper at the first one, your voice barely audible.
When the second profile appears, you look away. That's all Ekissa needs to know.
$j_Their eyes darken dangerously as $j_they stares at the profile picture, memorizing every detail. Without a word, $j_they stands up and closes your door, the sound making you flinch.
$j_Their voice is rough with barely contained anger. "I'll be right back."
You watch helplessly<<if $smoke == "yes">> and take a drag of your cigarette, letting the smoke curl in your lungs<</if>> as $j_they walks toward the nearby restaurant where you had your date earlier, $j_their whole body radiating a deadly aura that makes people move out of $j_their way instinctively.
You know there's nothing you can do to stop $j_them now. The damage is done.
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"I'm not letting this go," Ekissa scowls, hands gripping the door frame of $j_their car, $j_their knuckles turning white. "Who is it? Do I know $s_them?"
You wipe your tears away, shaking your head again before looking down at your trembling hands. "It was nothing. Just... a stupid date," you confess quietly. "I just wasn't ready for a date yet."
Ekissa stills, $j_their eyes flashing dangerously. "A date? Where?"
You point at the restaurant without looking at $j_them.
"Stay here," $j_they orders, standing up. $j_Their voice is cold, controlled, but you can see the rage burning in $j_their eyes.
"Ekissa, c'mon," you grab $j_their wrist. "It was just a dating app match. I shouldn't have gone. It's my fault for—"
"Your fault?" $j_they cuts you off sharply, making you flinch. $j_Their expression softens immediately. "None of this is your fault. Stay in the car. I'll be right back."
Before you can stop $j_them again, $j_they's already walking away with determined strides toward the restaurant. $j_Their shoulders are tense, hands curled into fists at $j_their sides. You watch $j_them disappear around the corner, knowing there's no stopping $j_them now.
You slump back in the seat <<if $smoke == "yes">> and take a drag of your cigarette, letting the smoke curl in your lungs<</if>>, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. The ghost of unwanted touches still lingers on your skin, making you shudder. You pull Ekissa's jacket tighter around yourself, $j_their familiar scent bringing some comfort.
All you can do now is wait and hope $j_they doesn't do anything too drastic. The sound of the evening traffic fills the silence as you sit there, wondering how a simple date could go so wrong, and dreading what Ekissa might do at the restaurant.
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Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Ekissa catches it. $j_Their features soften for a split second before hardening again, jaw clenched tight as $j_they nods once. $j_They knows you well enough to understand what happened, or at least have a vague idea. Your tears, the way you're shaking, how you mentioned someone being too close... it's not hard to connect the dots.
"I will," $j_they nods, adding. "Who is it? Do I know $s_them?"
You wipe your tears away, shaking your head again before looking down at your trembling hands. "It was nothing. Just... a stupid date," you confess quietly. "I just wasn't ready for… all of this."
Ekissa stills, $j_their eyes flashing dangerously. "A date? Where?"
You point at the restaurant without looking at $j_them.
"Stay here," $j_they orders, standing up. $j_Their voice is cold, controlled, but you can see the rage burning in $j_their eyes.
"Ekissa," you grab $j_their wrist. "It was just a dating app match—"
$j_Their hand reaches up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek with $j_their thumb, the cool metal of $j_their rings brushing against your heated skin.
"Wait here," $j_they says, voice gruff yet gentle. "I'll be right back."
You watch as $j_they strides away, $j_their shoulders tense under $j_their shirt. Even without $j_their jacket, the cold doesn't seem to bother $j_them, or maybe $j_they's too angry to notice. People move out of $j_their way instinctively, something about $j_their aura screaming ‘don't piss me off'.
$j_They stops at the corner, turns back to make sure you've closed the door and are waiting for $j_them like $j_they asked. Then $j_they's gone.
Sitting in $j_their car, surrounded by $j_their familiar scent, you start to calm down slightly<<if $smoke == "yes">> and take a drag of your cigarette, letting the smoke curl in your lungs<</if>>. Your breathing evens out, though hiccups still break through occasionally. $j_Their jacket around your shoulders feels like a protective shield.
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Ekissa's eyes narrow further, $j_their jaw clenching as $j_they kneels closer to you. "Then tell me. Tell me who made you cry like this."
"It was just... I had a date," you admit, fresh tears gathering in your eyes. "We matched on a dating app and decided to meet at that restaurant."
$j_Their expression shifts, recognition flickering in $j_their eyes as $j_they glances in the direction of the restaurant. "The cheap one without heater?"
You nod weakly, clutching $j_their jacket tighter around your shoulders. "Yeah... I thought... I thought it would be nice, you know? Meeting someone new..."
It's a half-lie, and you'll continue with this half-lie because telling $j_them it's mainly because of your father, that you were too messed up to have a clear head, and that it's partly because of that call that you blindly accepted a date.
"Do you know $s_them? Have you seen $s_them before?" Ekissa presses, $j_their hands gripping the car door frame so tight $j_their knuckles turn white.
"No, it was our first time meeting. It was supposed to be just a casual dinner..." you trail off, the memory making you shudder. "Can we just... go?"
But Ekissa's already standing up, $j_their expression thunderous. "I know that place. I'll be right back."
"Ekissa, please..." you try to grab $j_their sleeve, but $j_they's already stepping back.
"$s_They's still there, isn't $s_they?" It's not really a question. $j_They knows the answer from the way you flinch. "Stay here."
"It was just a stupid date," you call after $j_them, but $j_they's already striding towards the restaurant, $j_their shoulders tense and fists clenched at $j_their sides.
You watch $j_them disappear around the corner, your heart racing. You know that look in $j_their eyes, have seen it before when someone hurt you. The rational part of you knows you should stop $j_them, but another part, the part still shaking from the encounter, feels oddly safe knowing Ekissa's going to confront that stranger.
You lean back in the seat, pulling $j_their jacket closer around you, the familiar scent of $j_their cologne helping to ground you <<if $smoke == "yes">>as you take a drag of your cig, letting it curl in your lungs before blowing the smoke shakily<</if>>. Through the windshield, you can see the restaurant's sign glowing in the distance, and you can only hope Ekissa won't cause too much trouble.
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The bell chimes as Ekissa pushes the door open with more force than necessary, making a few heads turn in $j_their direction. The hostess approaches with a practiced smile, but $j_they brushes past her, scanning the room with predatory focus.
$j_Their shoes echo against the hardwood floor as $j_they moves through the dining area, ignoring the whispers and stares $j_their presence draws. The lighting is dim, casting shadows that would normally make it harder to see, but $j_their eyes are sharp, taking in every face.
Couples enjoying their meals, friends sharing drinks, families with children—$j_they dismisses them all until $j_their gaze lands on someone sitting alone at a table near the window.
"Yeah, $m_they just left, can you believe it? It's not like I was doing anything wrong!" the $s_man huffs with a shake of $s_their head. "I swear, $m_they $m_was so dramatic about it. Anyway, talk to you later. Gotta finish this wine."
It's not difficult for Ekissa to know which is the stranger that made you cry with how loud $s_they's being. $s_Their posture is relaxed, casual, as if $s_they didn't just send someone into a panic attack less than an hour ago. A half-finished meal sits in front of $s_them, phone in hand, probably waiting for $s_their next victim on that damn dating app.
Ekissa's fingers twitch at $j_their sides, $j_their rings catching the light as $j_their hands curl into fists. The rage $j_they's been containing threatens to boil over as $j_they takes in $s_their appearance: clean, well-dressed, looking completely normal.
The type of person you'd never suspect of being capable of causing any harm.
Their eyes meet across the restaurant, and for a moment, there's a flash of recognition in $s_their expression—not of Ekissa $j_themself, but of the fury radiating from $j_them. $s_They must sense something is wrong because $s_they straightens up, $s_their previously relaxed demeanor shifting to something more alert.
That's all Ekissa needs to confirm this is the one. The way $s_they tenses up, the call, the guilty look that crosses $s_their face for just a split second—$s_they know exactly what $s_they did.
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Ekissa doesn't give the $s_man time to register anything that $j_they's already gripping the $s_man's collar like a vice and forces $s_them to get up from $s_their chair. Ekissa is at a boiling point where it's either the stranger plays nice, or the stranger doesn't, and in this case Ekissa will properly deck $s_them, nice and clean.
"What did you do?" the words come out like acid, something that earns curious eyes from people around. Ekissa is past caring, $j_their eyes burning holes in the stranger as $j_they grits out. "Did you fucking touch $m_them?"
"Let go," the stranger gasps, trying to get away with wide, panicked eyes. "What are you talking about? I–I didn't do anything!"
"$name, the name doesn't ring any bell?" Ekissa snarls. "You did something or you said something, and we're gonna talk about it."
"Oh... $m_them." The stranger's face shifts from fear to something smug, making Ekissa's blood boil further. "Listen, if $m_they can't handle a little forwardness–"
Ekissa doesn't let $j_them finish, shoving $j_them against the nearest wall with enough force to make the decorative frames rattle. The restaurant falls silent, save for a few gasps and the sound of chairs scraping as people back away.
"Forwardness?" Ekissa's voice drops dangerously low. "You made $m_them cry. You made $m_them fucking <i>break down</i> in an alley. That's not being forward; that's being a real piece of shit."
The stranger's smugness wavers, $s_their hands coming up to grip Ekissa's wrists. "It was just a date! $m_They $m_was being all stuck up and<<if $pickoutfitc2 == "sexy">> $m_they $m_was clearly asking for it with $m_their outfit<<elseif $pickoutfitc2 == "elegant">> $m_their fancy clothes didn't scream ‘I'm a prudi<</if>>–"
"So what?" Ekissa presses harder, $j_their rings digging into the man's collar. "You thought you'd teach $m_them a lesson? Make $m_them feel small? Well congratu-fucking-lations, you succeeded."
"You're insane," the stranger spits, struggling against Ekissa's grip. "It's not my fault $m_theyre so sensitive–"
The sound of Ekissa's fist connecting with the wall beside the stranger's head echoes through the restaurant. The $j_man flinches, $s_their face draining of color as $s_they realizes just how close that punch came to $s_their face.
"Listen carefully," Ekissa spits with pure rage, $j_their voice barely above a whisper but carrying enough venom to make the stranger tremble. "If I ever see you near $m_them again, if I hear you've contacted $m_them, if I even catch a whisper of you being on that dating app harassing people—this," $j_they gestures to the dent in the wall. "Won't miss next time. You hear me?"
Shoving the stranger, $j_they storms off, but not before stopping at a table to glare down at some customers there. $j_They grabs a freshly ordered warm drink on their table and sniffs it before asking. "You drank in it?"
"Ah, uh, no I just got i—"
Ekissa leaves a bill on the table before leaving the restaurant without another word.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C8ROUJDEP14">><</button>>Driving with $j_their fists gripping the steering wheel tight, Ekissa's jaw is still tightly clenched while you drink silently when $j_they got you earlier. Your tears are still falling, and there are still hiccups escaping you from time to time but you've calmed down thanks to $j_their presence and the warm drink you didn't know you needed before taking a sip.
"I'm staying at yours tonight," Ekissa declares. Not a question. "We should stop at mine so I can grab some clothes."
You keep your eyes ahead, utterly drained from the crying and the overwhelming breakdown you just had.
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*[["You don't have to do all of this…" you murmur.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP15]]
*[[You shake your head. "I can't ask you to baby me every time I feel like shit."|Chap3C8ROUJDEP16]]
*[["Thanks, Eki'," you smile briefly, genuinely.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP17]]
*[["This is embarrassing," you mumble with a sigh. |Chap3C8ROUJDEP18]]
*[["Look at me, I'm really a piece of art, am I not?" you say sarcastically.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP19]]
*[[You attempt a grin that looks more like a grimace. "Heh, at least now I learned to not meet random people from a dating app."|Chap3C8ROUJDEP20]]
Your voice is still rough from crying, and you can feel the exhaustion settling deep in your bones. Ekissa is your best friend, you get that $j_they wouldn't let you deal with this shit alone, but sometimes you just feel like a burden.
Ekissa's grip on the steering wheel tightens further, $j_their knuckles almost white. "Don't," $j_they says, but there's no heat in $j_their voice. If anything, there's a gentleness that makes your heart ache. "I want to. I need to."
The 'need to' hits differently. You know what $j_they means, $j_they needs to make sure you're okay, needs to be there because that's just who Ekissa is with you. $j_They's always been your anchor, your safe haven when things get rough.
"Besides," $j_they continues, making a sharp turn that has you gripping your cup tighter. "You really think I'm gonna leave you alone after finding you like that? Fuck that."
The streetlights cast shadows across $j_their face, highlighting the tension still evident in $j_their jaw, $j_their snowy hair falling across $j_their features, $j_their eyes that keep darting to check on you in the reflection of $j_their rearview mirror.
"I just..." you start, then take another sip of your drink to gather your thoughts. "I feel stupid for letting it affect me this much. It was just a date."
"Nothing about this is stupid," Ekissa cuts in firmly. "And it wasn't 'just' anything. That motherfucker–" $j_they cuts $j_themself off, taking a deep breath. "Fuck $s_them, and fuck what $s_they said or what $s_they did. You can say whatever you want, $name, but I'll keep telling anyone that bothers you to shove it up their asses and get the fuck outta our way. $s_They's the asshole, end of discussion."
The rest of the drive to $j_their place is quiet, but it's a comfortable silence. You finish your drink, the warmth settling in your stomach, helping to ground you further. Ekissa's presence beside you does the rest, steady and unwavering like always.
When $j_they parks outside $j_their apartment building, $j_they turns to look at you properly for the first time since leaving the restaurant. $j_Their eyes are softer now, the rage from earlier replaced by concern and something else you can't quite name.
"Stay here," $j_they says, already unbuckling $j_their seatbelt. "I'll be quick."
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The car comes to an abrupt stop at a red light, making some of your drink slosh in the cup. Ekissa turns to you, $j_their expression fierce despite the softness in $j_their eyes, like $j_they can't believe you're still saying this kind of thing after seven years of friendship.
"First of all, I'm not babying you," $j_they states firmly with a slight defensive edge in $j_their tone. "Second, you're not asking me anything. I'm telling you I'm staying. And third," $j_their voice gets gentler. "You're my best friend. When you feel like shit, I feel like shit. That's how it works."
You stare at your drink, watching the steam rise in spirals. "Yeah, but–"
"$name," $j_they cuts you off, the car moving again as the light turns green. "Remember when I got into that fight last time? Who stayed up all night putting ice on my bruises and making sure I didn't have a concussion?"
"That's different," you protest.
"How?" $j_They challenges, taking a sharp turn that makes you grip your drink tighter. "Because it was physical? Pain is pain, $name. And that fucker hurt you."
You can see $j_their rings glinting as $j_their grip tightens on the steering wheel. "Did you... what did you do to $s_them?"
"Not enough," $j_they scowls, then catches your worried look. "Relax, I didn't hit $s_them. Though $s_they fucking deserved it."
A moment of silence passes, broken only by the soft hum of the engine and your occasional quiet sniffles. At least $j_they didn't punch the hell out of that $s_man; you'll take it as a good thing.
"Look," Ekissa says finally, $j_their voice softer. "You don't have to tell me what happened. But don't you dare think for a second that you're burdening me or whatever bullshit is going through your head right now. I'm staying tonight, we're gonna order some food, watch some stupid movies, and if you want to talk about it, we'll talk. If not, that's fine too. Got it?"
You nod silently, taking another sip of your drink as the familiar route to $j_their apartment comes into view. Despite everything, despite the lingering fear and hurt, you feel a bit safer knowing Ekissa's got your back.
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$j_They glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road, $j_their grip on the steering wheel loosening just slightly.
"Don't mention it," $j_they mutters, the tension in $j_their shoulders easing a bit at your words.
The street lights cast shadows across $j_their face as $j_they drives, highlighting the lingering anger in $j_their features. There's something else there too; a softness in $j_their eyes when $j_they checks on you, a gentleness in how $j_they makes sure to drive smoother than usual to avoid jostling you.
"The drink helping?" $j_they asks after a while, $j_their voice much calmer than earlier.
You nod, taking another sip. The warmth spreads through your chest, helping to ease the tightness that's been there since your breakdown. "Yeah... thanks."
A ghost of a smile tugs at $j_their lips. "You always want something warm when you're upset. Been that way since, well, forever."
The fact that $j_they remembers small details about you like this makes fresh tears spring to your eyes, especially in your weak state, but these aren't from sadness. It's silly, really, to cry over something so simple when you two have been friends since forever. But you can't help it, not in this weak, vulnerable state.. You quickly wipe them away with the sleeve of $j_their jacket that you're still wearing.
"Eki'..." you start, your voice thick with emotion.
"Don't," $j_they cuts you off gently. "Just... drink your coffee and let me take care of you tonight, yeah?"
You lean back in your seat, clutching the cup closer. The familiar scent of $j_their jacket combined with the warm drink and $j_their presence makes you feel safer than you have all evening. The events of the day still weigh heavy on your mind. You have to remind yourself that Ekissa is here now, and it feels more manageable.
The car falls into comfortable silence as $j_they drives towards $j_their place, and you find yourself relaxing, your expression softening at the peaceful moment Ekissa is offering you.
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The warmth from the drink seeps into your cold hands, but it does little to chase away the shame burning in your chest.
Ekissa's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel before $j_they forces $j_themself to relax $j_their grip. "What's embarrassing is that asshole thinking $s_they can treat people like that," $j_they growls, $j_their voice still carrying traces of anger. "Not you having feelings about it."
You sink further into $j_their jacket, inhaling deeply before sighing heavily. "I mean... breaking down in an alley? Having my best friend come rescue me like I'm some damsel in distress?" A bitter laugh escapes your lips. "Pretty sure that qualifies as embarrassing."
"$name," Ekissa's voice softens slightly, though $j_their eyes remain fixed on the road. "You called me. That's not being a damsel in distress, that's being smart enough to reach out when you need someone."
The streetlights cast shadows across $j_their face as $j_they drives, highlighting the tension still present in $j_their jaw. You can see the slight discoloration on $j_their knuckles from where $j_they, no doubt, punched a wall, and something in your chest tightens.
"Still," you mutter, taking another sip of your drink. "You shouldn't have to drop everything just because I can't handle–"
"I'm gonna stop you right there," $j_they cuts in, sharp enough to make you look at $j_them. "I didn't 'drop everything.' I chose to come. Just like I'm choosing to stay with you tonight. And if you try to argue about it, I'm gonna be really fucking annoyed."
The familiar gruffness in $j_their tone, the way $j_they doesn't sugarcoat anything—it makes your lips twitch in both amusement and fondness despite yourself. You look down at your cup, watching the liquid swirl as the car turns a corner.
"Besides," $j_they adds after a moment, $j_their voice carrying a dangerous edge. "That fucker won't be bothering anyone else anytime soon."
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Your eyes are puffy and red, tear tracks still visible on your cheeks, and your nose stings slightly from all the tissue-wiping. You're a mess. No one can tell you otherwise.
Ekissa's grip on the steering wheel tightens further, $j_their knuckles turning white. "No, no, no," $j_they says firmly, $j_their voice rough with contained anger. "Don't you dare put yourself down because of that asshole."
You let out a bitter laugh, taking another sip of the warm drink. "I mean, look at this masterpiece. Crying in an alley like some dramatic movie scene, making my best friend leave whatever $j_they was doing to come get me..." You gesture vaguely at yourself, your voice cracking slightly. "No, really, look and tell me I'm wrong."
The car suddenly swerves to the side of the road, making you yelp and grip your drink tighter. Ekissa puts it in park and turns to face you fully, $j_their expression intense.
"You want to talk about art?" $j_they asks, $j_their voice low and serious. "Fine. Let's talk about art. You're not a fucking piece of art, you're a whole damn gallery. And just because some dickhead couldn't appreciate it doesn't mean you're worth any less."
Your eyes start to water again, but Ekissa's not done.
"You're the kind of art that makes people stop and stare. The kind that makes them feel something. And yeah, maybe right now you're like one of those paintings that got rained on, but you know what? Even those sell for millions because they tell a story. You can't tell me I'm wrong, I'm the artist here."
You let out a wet laugh, somewhere between a sob and a chuckle. "Did you just compare me to damaged goods?"
"I compared you to something priceless," $j_they corrects, reaching over to wipe a tear from your cheek with $j_their thumb. "Now drink and let me drive. We still need to stop at my place."
You nod, clutching the warm cup closer as Ekissa pulls back onto the road. The silence that falls between you is more comfortable now, even with your occasional sniffles.
Maybe you don't feel like a masterpiece right now, but with Ekissa looking at you like you're something worth protecting? You think maybe you could be one again someday.
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The car jerks slightly as Ekissa's grip on the steering wheel tightens even more, $j_their knuckles turning white. $j_They takes a deep breath to calm $j_themself. "Don't joke about this. Don't act like it's your fault for trying to meet someone."
You take another sip of the drink, the warmth spreading through your chest doing little to ease the hollow feeling inside. "I mean, I should've known better. Dating apps are–"
"No," Ekissa cuts you off, $j_their voice firm but gentler now. "That asshole is the problem, not you. Not the app. $s_Them." $j_They glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road. "You wanted to meet someone. There's nothing wrong with that."
A fresh tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. "Yeah well, look how that turned out."
"$name," Ekissa's voice has that dangerous edge again, the one you heard earlier before $j_they went to that restaurant. "I swear to fuck, if you keep blaming yourself–"
"I know, I know," you sigh, leaning your head against the window. "I just... I feel stupid."
"You're not stupid," $j_they says immediately. "You're..." $j_they trails off, seeming to struggle with $j_their words. "You're worth more than some dickhead who can't handle rejection or whatever the fuck $s_their problem was."
The streetlights cast shadows across $j_their face as $j_they drives, highlighting the tension still evident in $j_their jaw. You can see $j_they's still angry, still wanting to go back and finish what $j_they started at the restaurant.
"Thanks for coming to get me," you whisper, your voice small but sincere.
$j_Their expression softens slightly, though $j_their grip on the steering wheel doesn't loosen.
"Always will," $j_they responds simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
And maybe to $j_them, it is.
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<b>19:03
Macara Residence – Home</b>
Comfortably lying on the couch at your house, you watch the random movie you picked earlier. You'll be honest, you have no clue what's being said; you didn't follow the story, just stared at it like you'd stare at a wall.
A lot of thoughts swirl in your mind, and you're not sure which one to focus on. Your chest feels empty as if missing something, your eyes puffier than they were a few hours ago, if that's even possible.
You're doing better, calmer. Does that mean you're ready to move on and act like nothing happened? Not really. Something finally opened, or rather re-opened, inside you. A wound that was never really healed, that has always been here, waiting for an opening to claw its way out, forcing you to remember that happiness will never find you for too long.
After having stopped at Ekissa's apartment, you and your bestie spent the rest of the afternoon driving without a real destination. The discussions were absent, and Ekissa kept driving without trying to start a topic. $j_They knew you needed space and more importantly, time to gather yourself, to give you a break from the chaos that was your date.
"Here," Ekissa murmurs gruffly as $j_they puts down the now sliced pizza you bought on your way back on the coffee table. $j_Their white hair is still damp from the shower $j_they just had as $j_they nudges your legs with $j_their hand. "Sit or move over if you're not gonna eat."
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*[["You're gonna feed me?" you wiggle your brows, wanting to lighten up the mood.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP22]]
*[["Feed me," you say, opening your mouth expectantly.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP23]]
*[[You groan and mumble. "Sorry, no place for you."|Chap3C8ROUJDEP24]]
*[[You scoot over juuuust a tiny little bit with a slight teasing smile on your lips. "Here."|Chap3C8ROUJDEP25]]
*[["Will I get some cuddles if I scoot over?" you ask, hopeful eyes in your bestie's direction.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP26]]
*[[You don't answer, not having heard your bestie and too lost in your thoughts.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP27]]
Ekissa stares at you for a moment, $j_their expression unreadable before $j_they snorts and shakes $j_their head. "Move your ass."
When you don't budge immediately, $j_they raises an eyebrow. "Don't make me sit on you."
"You wouldn't dare," you challenge, though you both know $j_they definitely would.
Without warning, $j_they starts lowering $j_themself as if $j_they's actually going to sit on you. You yelp and quickly scramble to sit up properly, making $j_them smirk in victory.
"Asshole," you mutter, a ghost of a smile on your lips. The first genuine one since the incident earlier.
Ekissa drops onto the couch beside you, the cushions dipping under $j_their weight. $j_They grabs a slice of pizza and holds it out to you. You stare at the food, then at $j_them, then back at the food, wondering if $j_they's serious or if $j_they's just plainly taunting.
"Here, since you're so helpless," $j_they teases; however, $j_their eyes are watching you carefully, still holding concern in their depths despite $j_their playful tone.
You blink at $j_them in surprise. You hadn't actually expected $j_them to feed you. Sure you asked for it, <i>literally</i>, but the Ekissa you know would just either grumble or smirk while eating $j_their slice of pizza like it's the best food $j_they ever had.
Before you can react, $j_they shoves the slice against your mouth, making you sputter and grab it from $j_them. You knew it wouldn't be so easy.
"Eki'!" you protest, wiping sauce from your chin with the nearby cloth while $j_they chuckles. "Look what you've done…"
"What? Isn't that what you wanted?" $j_they asks innocently, grabbing $j_their own slice.
The familiarity of $j_their teasing, the comfort of $j_their presence pulls you a bit further from the dark thoughts that have been plaguing you all day. You lean against $j_their shoulder as you both eat, the movie still playing unwatched in the background.
$j_Their damp hair tickles your cheek, but you don't mind. The scent of your shampoo on $j_them is oddly comforting, a reminder that $j_they's here, that you're not alone.
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Ekissa snorts, but surprisingly, $j_they picks up a slice of pizza. "You're such a brat," $j_they mutters, clear fondness in $j_their tone as $j_they holds the slice near your mouth. "C'mon, hurry up before I change my mind."
You take a bite, probably bigger than necessary, and some cheese stretches between your mouth and the slice. Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes but helps you deal with the stringy cheese situation, $j_their other hand automatically moving under your chin to catch any potential falling toppings.
"At least you're eating," $j_they says, settling down beside you after you finish the first bite. "Thought I'd have to force it down your throat."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You swallow and open your mouth again, making grabby hands at the pizza slice $j_they's still holding playfully.<<else>>You swallow and open your mouth again expectantly.<</if>> "More."
"Fucking hell," $j_they grumbles. Despite the exasperated way $j_they looks at you, $j_they obliges anyway, bringing the slice back to your mouth. "You know you have working hands, right?"
You shrug, taking another bite. "Yours work better."
$j_They lets out a small laugh, shaking $j_their head. "That doesn't even make sense."
"Does to me," you mumble around your mouthful, earning yourself a light flick on the forehead.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, you animal," $j_they scolds, but continues feeding you the rest of the slice.
The familiar banter helps ease some of the heaviness in your chest. It's not gone completely, you can still feel it lurking beneath the surface, but Ekissa's presence and $j_their willingness to play along with your antics make it a little more bearable.
When you finish the slice, you immediately open your mouth for another one, and Ekissa complies with an exaggerated sigh.
"You're lucky I like you," $j_they mutters under $j_their breath, reaching for another piece.
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"That so?" Ekissa's voice carries a hint of challenge as $j_they eyes your sprawled form. Without warning, $j_they lifts your legs, sits down, and drops them back onto $j_their lap. "Funny, I seem to have found some space just fine."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You try to kick $j_them playfully but $j_their hands grip your ankles, keeping you in place. "Hey! That's cheating."<<else>>You try to kick $j_them, a hint of playfulness on your features, but $j_their hands grip your ankles, keeping you in place. " That's cheating."<</if>>
"Cheating would be tickling your feet," $j_they threatens, $j_their fingers ghosting over your soles, making you jerk reflexively. "Now are you gonna eat or do I have to force-feed you?"
The pizza's aroma fills the room, and your stomach decides to growl in this exact moment. You haven't eaten since... well, since before that disaster of a date, so you <i>are</i> kind of hungry. Ekissa raises an eyebrow at the sound, $j_their expression saying 'I told you so' without words.
"Fine," you concede, finally sitting up properly but leaving your legs across $j_their lap. "But only because I'm hungry, not because you won."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," $j_they snorts, reaching for a slice and handing it to you. $j_Their other hand stays on your ankle, thumb absently rubbing circles there—a gesture so natural neither of you seems to notice it.
The warmth from $j_their shower still radiates off $j_them, and you can smell your shampoo on $j_them. Something that's doing things to you. A few drops of water fall from $j_their hair onto $j_their black tank top, drawing your attention there before you flick your gaze back on $j_them before $j_they can notice your prolonged observation.
It's familiar. Safe. The complete opposite of how you felt hours ago in that alley. The thought makes your throat tight again, but Ekissa squeezes your ankle gently, as if sensing your mood shift.
"Eat," $j_they says simply, grabbing $j_their own slice. "Movie's not gonna watch itself."
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Ekissa stares at the small gap, then at you, $j_their expression flat. "Really? That's all the space I get?"
"Mhm," you hum, your smile growing a fraction wider. "Take it or leave it."
$j_They rolls $j_their eyes but doesn't complain further. Instead, $j_they sits down in the tight space, practically squishing you against the armrest.
"Better move more or I'll crush you," $j_they warns, though there's no real threat in $j_their voice.
You let out a dramatic sigh and finally scoot over properly, giving $j_them enough room to sit comfortably. The moment $j_they settles, $j_their warmth seeps into your side, and you find yourself automatically leaning into it.
"Eat," $j_they says, nodding toward the pizza. "You haven't had anything since..."
$j_They doesn't finish the sentence, but you both know what $j_they means. Since the disaster of a date that led to your breakdown. Your appetite isn't really there, but you know $j_they won't let it go until you eat something. And honestly? You don't feel like being thrown food down your throat by your sadist bestie.
Reaching for a slice, you notice $j_their eyes on you, watching to make sure you actually eat instead of just holding the food. It's both annoying and endearing how well $j_they knows you, how $j_they can predict when you're about to skip meals because of stress or upset.
"You know," you say between bites, looking at $j_them with raised brows. "You don't have to watch me like a hawk. I'm not gonna throw it away when you're not looking."
"Sure you won't," $j_they responds dryly, finally grabbing $j_their own slice. "You can do dumb things sometimes, I'm taking any risk."
You bump your shoulder against $j_theirs, but there's no force behind it. "I dunno what you're talking about."
$j_They snorts but doesn't argue, $j_their attention turning to the movie playing on the screen. The warmth of $j_their presence beside you is comforting, grounding, making the chaos in your mind just a little bit quieter.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C8ROUJDEP28">><</button>>Despite everything that happened today, you can't help but seek $j_their comfort. You needed it then; you need it now. You're not afraid or reticent of asking for it with your best friend, because it's always been natural with $j_them.
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes, but there's a fondness in $j_their expression that wasn't there earlier. "Move your ass and maybe you'll find out."
You shift on the couch, making just enough space for $j_them to sit. As soon as $j_they settles down, you waste no time snuggling into $j_their side, your head finding its familiar spot on $j_their shoulder. $j_Their arm automatically wraps around you, pulling you closer.
"Needy," $j_they mutters, though $j_their fingers are already running through your hair in that soothing way that always calms you down.
"You love it," you mumble against $j_their shirt, the familiar scent of your shampoo on $j_them mixing with $j_their natural scent making you feel almost peaceful in this moment.
$j_They reaches for a slice of pizza with $j_their free hand, holding it out to you. "Eat something. You haven't had anything since..." $j_they trails off, not wanting to bring up the restaurant incident. "…well, y'know."
You take a small bite, realizing just how hungry you actually are. The warmth of $j_their body next to yours and the comfort of $j_their presence slowly helping to ease the knot that's been sitting in your stomach all day.
"This okay?" $j_they asks quietly, $j_their fingers still playing with your hair.
You nod against $j_their shoulder, taking another bite of the pizza $j_they's still holding.
"Perfect," you whisper, and you mean it.
Even after everything that happened today, somehow being here with $j_them makes things feel a little less broken. A little more comforting.
The movie continues playing in the background, neither of you really paying attention to it. You're too aware of the safety of $j_their arms, the rhythm of $j_their breathing, and the knowledge that no matter what happens, $j_they'll always be there to pick up the pieces to really focus on anything else.
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Ekissa stares at you for a moment, noting your vacant expression and the way your fingers absently play with the hem of your shirt. $j_They lets out a soft sigh before setting the pizza down and gently lifting your legs.
The movement finally snaps you out of your daze. "Huh?"
You blink, looking around confused as Ekissa sits down, placing your legs across $j_their lap. "You weren't listening," $j_they states matter-of-factly, grabbing a slice of pizza and holding it in front of your face. "Eat."
"Oh," you say softly, finally focusing on the present moment. "Sorry, I was just..."
"Thinking too much," $j_they finishes for you, still holding the pizza slice. "I know. That's why you need to eat something. You haven't had anything since..."
$j_They trails off, not wanting to mention the restaurant incident. You both know what $j_they means though, and you appreciate $j_them not bringing it up directly.
"C'mon," $j_they insists, moving the pizza closer to your face. "Don't make me actually feed you."
Despite everything, a tiny smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. It's small, barely there, but it's the first genuine one since the incident. Ekissa notices it too, $j_their own expression softening slightly.
You finally take the pizza from $j_their hand, sitting up slightly to eat it properly. The warmth of $j_their lap under your legs and the familiar comfort of $j_their presence helps pulling you back from the spiral of thoughts you were losing yourself in.
"Thanks," you mumble around your first bite, not just talking about the pizza.
Ekissa just grunts in response, grabbing $j_their own slice and turning $j_their attention to the TV, though you can tell $j_they's still watching you from the corner of $j_their eye, making sure you're actually eating.
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The pizza didn't last long, and neither did the movie. Neither of you chose the next one; you just clicked on a movie suggestion and let it play in the background. The silence is comfortable, peaceful. A quiet that you needed.
You and Ekissa are cuddling on the couch, something that should feel natural but doesn't. Not for you. You're seeking $j_their warmth, $j_their touch, $j_their soft words, and $j_they offers it all to you, but it's not how you want it to be. There's always this invisible wall between you two.
So close and yet so far. You understand the meaning all too well now.
However, the real question is, what would you do if something really happened? What kind of reaction would you have if Ekissa started seeing you as something more than just a best friend?
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*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[Most of all. You feel guilty. It's been only a few months since Elias died and you're already with another person, your best friend at that.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP29]]<<else>>[[Most of all. You feel guilty. It's been only a few months since Ellie died and you're already with another person, your best friend at that.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP29]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You don't feel guilty. Not because you don't love Elias anymore, but because you will have to move on eventually.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP30]]<<else>>[[You don't feel guilty. Not because you don't love Ellie anymore, but because you will have to move on eventually.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP30]]<</if>>
*[[You're torn.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP31]]<<set $guiltydate to "yes">>
<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>You weren't sure about dating anyone, but it hurts you to think that Ekissa could be different, that $j_they could be the exception. You've been friends for years and never had more than this, friendship. And yet, here you are, considering if there could be more between you two. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You were set on not dating anyone, weren't you? So why the fuck are you wavering on your decision when Ekissa is around? Not only do you feel guilty but also angry at yourself for thinking that way when all your bestie sees is just a best friend $j_they wants to help and support. Nothing else. You're <i>not</i> gonna date Ekissa but just thinking about it only makes you more confused and lost.<<else>>You weren't against dating when Athiel brought up this topic, but do you feel good about it? Absolutely not. Not when it's been only a few months since your $e_boyfriend <i>died</i>. What kind of person would think about their best friend that way after something so heartbreaking?<</if>>
The guilt eats at you from inside, and you hate yourself for feeling the warmth spreading in your chest each time Ekissa is nearby despite everything.
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<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>You weren't sure about dating anyone, and you're still not sure about it even now. And to think that Ekissa could be different, that $j_they could be the exception? You loved $namee, still do; but moving on shouldn't be something you should feel guilty about. It's life; one day you will eventually have to move on. Guilt is a harsh word, something you don't quite feel. Sadness, longing, love for $namee, probably, but not guilt. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You were set on not dating anyone, weren't you? And while those feelings have been building during those few months, you're still not ready for that. But if things develop into something more and end up with dating $j_them? You won't feel guilty. You loved and still love $namee, but you won't stop yourself from moving on, slowly, steadily.<<else>>You weren't against dating anyone when Athiel brought up the topic of seeing people, but do you feel good about it? Not exactly. However, with time and patience, you won't feel guilty for wanting to move on. That doesn't undermine the love you felt and feel for $namee, of course not. That just means you'll let yourself live while carrying the love in your memories without any regrets.<</if>>
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<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>Just like you were torn about dating someone and just like you're torn when you feel yourself melting under Ekissa's ministrations. There are no answers, no words for what you're feeling right now. The inner turmoil is present, but there's also this warmth that keeps spreading in your chest whenever Ekissa is around. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You're not ready to date anyone, yet your growing feelings for your best friend are here. You miss $namee, yet feel yourself relax and seek Ekissa's warmth and presence. You love $namee, yet Ekissa is slowly taking a bigger place in your heart than $j_they has already during those seven years as your best friend. Contradiction after contradiction, you can't pinpoint which is more important than the other, and that only ends with you completely confused and lost.<<else>>You're ready to potentially date someone, yet can't help but watch Ekissa when you think $j_they's not looking. You miss $namee, yet feel yourself relax and seek Ekissa's warmth and presence. You love $namee, yet Ekissa is slowly taking a bigger place in your heart than $j_they has already during those seven years as your best friend. Contradiction after contradiction, you can't pinpoint which is more important than the other, and that only ends with you completely confused and lost.<</if>>
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You broke down hours ago, and you hate yourself for thinking about a relationship or guilt or anything that has no place in your moment with your best friend. Eki is just that: your best friend. You should really get it in your thick brain.
"What are you thinking about?" Ekissa pulls you out of your reverie.
Your attention back on the grumpy man, you turn around to face $j_them. You find yourself even more lost. Your gaze flicks between $j_their dark eyes, searching for something but again…
You find nothing.
Just plain and simple friendship. Nothing more, nothing less.
You should feel relieved; it should be easier with Ekissa not seeing anything more. It only leaves you with more questions. One of them being: why isn't it easier?
Ekissa leans in, bumping your forehead with $j_their own. It stings a bit, but it doesn't ground you like you'd want it to.
You're closer now. Close enough to smell $j_their $j_cologne, your shampoo, and something so… uniquely $j_them, close enough that you can only see $j_their black eyes and nose.
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*[["Ouch," you mumble, bringing your hand up to rub the spot your bestie bumped. "Why did you do that?"|Chap3C8ROUJDEP33]]
*[[You feel your cheeks warming up in a blink of an eye as you sputter. "Why did you do that?"|Chap3C8ROUJDEP34]]
*[["Is that how people flirt these days?" you raise a brow, even though your cheeks heat up at how close you two are.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP35]]
*[["Is that how people flirt these days?" you raise a brow.|Chap3C8ROUJDEP36]]
*[[You feel your cheeks warming up but a soft chuckle escapes you. "Why did you do that?"|Chap3C8ROUJDEP37]]"Because you were spacing out again," Ekissa mutters softly, $j_their breath fanning across your face. $j_They hasn't moved away, keeping that intimate proximity that makes your heart stutter in your chest. "Tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
Your hand drops from your forehead, and you find yourself unable to maintain eye contact. Instead, your gaze falls to $j_their collar, watching the way $j_their chest rises and falls with each breath.
"Nothing important," you lie, knowing $j_they'll see right through it. <<if $liar == "bad">>You've always been a bad liar anyway.<<else>>You're usually better at that, better at lying to people, to yourself.<</if>>
"Bullshit," $j_they calls you out immediately, one of $j_their hands coming up to cup your cheek. The touch is gentle, almost tentative, completely at odds with the $j_man who nearly put $j_their fist through a wall earlier today. "You've got that look."
"What look?" you ask, still avoiding $j_their eyes even as $j_their thumb brushes softly against your cheekbone.
"The one where you're overthinking everything," $j_they explains, and you can hear the frown in $j_their voice. "The one where you're trying to figure out if you did something wrong when you didn't do anything wrong at all."
Your breath catches in your throat because $j_they's partially right. You are overthinking, but not about the incident from earlier. No, your mind is stuck on the way $j_their hand feels against your skin, how easy it would be to close that small distance between you...
"$name," $j_they murmurs, and the way $j_they says your name makes something in your chest ache. "Look at me."
You shake your head slightly, afraid of what $j_they might see in your eyes if you do. Afraid of ruining this… whatever this is between you. Because right now, with $j_their forehead still pressed against yours, $j_their hand on your cheek, and your bodies close enough to share warmth, it feels like something more than friendship.
But you know it isn't, can't be, shouldn't be.
"I'm fine," you whisper, but your voice wavers just enough to betray you. "Really, I just... I'm tired. It's been a long day."
You feel rather than see $j_them sigh, $j_their breath washing over your lips. $j_They doesn't call you out on the obvious lie this time, instead pulling you closer until your head rests against $j_their shoulder. $j_Their heartbeat is steady under your ear, a rhythmic reminder that $j_they's here, your forever anchor, even if $j_they can't be everything you want $j_them to be.
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Ekissa doesn't move away, $j_their breath fanning across your face as $j_they speaks. "Because you were doing that thing again," $j_their voice is low, almost a whisper given how close you are. "Where you get lost in your head and overthink everything."
Your heart hammers against your chest, and you're certain $j_they can feel it with how tightly $j_they's holding you. The proximity is both comforting and tormenting. Comforting because it's Ekissa, your safe place; tormenting because you want more than what this is.
"I wasn't–" you try to deny, but $j_they cuts you off with a slight shake of $j_their head, $j_their forehead still pressed against yours.
"You were," $j_they insists, one of $j_their hands moving to cup the back of your neck, the touch sending shivers down your spine. "Your eyes get this distant look, like you're seeing something far away that isn't there." $j_Their thumb traces small circles on your skin. "And then your face does this thing where you start frowning without realizing it."
You swallow hard, trying to steady your breathing. It's difficult when $j_they's this close, when $j_their touch is this gentle, when $j_their words show just how well $j_they knows you. The fact that $j_they notices these little details about you makes your heart ache.
$j_They's so observant yet so fucking oblivious.
"I just..." you trail off, unable to form coherent thoughts with $j_them looking at you so intensely.
$j_Their dark eyes seem to pierce right through you, making you feel exposed, vulnerable.
The movie continues playing in the background, forgotten by both of you. The blue light from the TV casts dancing shadows across Ekissa's face, highlighting $j_their dark features in a way that makes your breath catch.
You're hyperaware of every point of contact between you—$j_their hand on your neck, $j_their other arm around you, your legs tangled together on the couch.
"Just what?" $j_they prompts softly, and you can feel the words against your lips.
Yeah, you're <i>that</i> close.
The moment feels charged, heavy with something unnamed hanging in the air between you. But you can't bring yourself to bridge that final gap, can't risk ruining what you have, can't bear the thought of losing $j_them if you're reading this all wrong.
So instead, you just shake your head slightly, your nose brushing against $j_their with the movement.
"Nothing," you whisper back, even as your heart screams otherwise.
$j_Their brows raised, but $j_they finally hums reluctantly. "If you say so."
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The proximity is almost unbearable, making your heart race in your chest while you try to keep your composure. Best friend, best friend, best friend. You repeat it like a mantra, as if doing so will help calm down your racing heart. Spoiler alert: it doesn't.
Ekissa lets out a low chuckle, $j_their breath fanning across your face. "If that's flirting, then I've been doing it wrong all this time."
$j_They doesn't move away, seemingly unbothered by how close you are. That's just how $j_they is; comfortable with physical contact when alone, especially with you. It's both a blessing and a curse.
"Could've fooled me," you manage to say, proud that your voice doesn't waver despite the butterflies in your stomach. "Headbutting people into submission, very <<if $genderroj == "man">>caveman<<else>>cavewoman<</if>> of you."
"Oh?" $j_Their lips quirk up into that familiar teasing smirk. "Is it working? Are you feeling submissive yet?"
You know $j_they's just playing along, that this is just your usual banter, a game. It's how you've always been—throwing flirty comments back and forth without any real weight behind them. But tonight, it hits different. Maybe it's because of what happened earlier, or maybe you're just tired of pretending these moments don't affect you.
"You wish," you retort, trying to maintain the lighthearted tone even as your pulse quickens.
$j_Their dark eyes are so close, studying your face with that intensity that's uniquely $j_theirs. You wonder if $j_they can see the truth in your eyes, if $j_they can tell that your flirting isn't just friendly banter anymore.
But Ekissa just grins, finally pulling back slightly. "Nah, you're too stubborn to submit to anyone," $j_they says casually, ruffling and messing up your hair like $j_they's done countless times before. "That's what I like about you."
And just like that, the moment you thought you were having is gone.
$j_They settles back into the couch, pulling you against $j_their chest like it's the most natural thing in the world. To $j_them, it probably is. You're $j_their best friend, the person $j_they trusts most in the world. These intimate moments mean something completely different to $j_them than they do to you.
You let out a quiet sigh, trying to ignore the ache in your chest as you rest your head against $j_them. $j_Their heartbeat is steady and calm under your ear. Unlike yours, which is still trying to calm down from having $j_them so close.
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Ekissa lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in $j_their chest where you're pressed against $j_them. "If you're spacing out that much, I have to do something," $j_they says, not moving away. "And here I thought I was being a good distraction."
The way $j_they says it, so casual and teasing, makes your chest ache. To $j_them, this is just another moment of comfortable friendship, another instance of $j_them being there for you when you need $j_them. $j_They has no idea how $j_their closeness affects you, how each touch sends electricity through your veins.
"You're terrible at flirting then," you manage to say, maintaining the playful tone despite the heaviness in your heart. "Headbutting someone isn't exactly smooth."
$j_Their grin widens, and $j_they finally pulls back slightly, though $j_their arm remains wrapped around you. "Oh? And you're the expert now? Because your dating app adventures are going so well?"
The joke should sting given the events of the day, but coming from $j_them, it somehow doesn't. Maybe it's the gentle way $j_they's still holding you, or the softness in $j_their eyes that contrasts with $j_their teasing words.
"Maybe I am," you counter, ignoring the flutter in your stomach when $j_their thumb absently strokes your side. "At least I don't assault people with my forehead."
"Assault?" Ekissa scoffs, $j_their free hand coming up to ruffle your hair. "That was barely a tap. Besides," $j_their voice drops slightly, taking on that protective edge you've heard so many times today. "I think I've proven I know how to actually assault someone when needed."
The reminder of what $j_they did at the restaurant hangs between you for a moment. You watch as $j_their expression darkens briefly before $j_they shakes it off, returning to $j_their usual demeanor.
"But if you're such an expert," $j_they continues, lightening the mood again. "Maybe you should give me some pointers. Show me how it's done properly."
The irony of $j_them asking you for flirting advice when you can barely keep your feelings for $j_them in check is almost too much. If only $j_they knew that every "playful" flirtation from $j_them feels like both a gift and a curse—a taste of what you want but can never have.
Instead, you force a laugh and poke $j_their chest. "Nice try, but my flirting secrets are classified information."
"Yeah yeah," Ekissa waves with a snort. "Excuse me, grand master."
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"Because you were spacing out again," Ekissa replies with a small smirk, $j_their breath fanning across your face. "And I don't like being ignored when I ask questions."
Your heart does a weird flip in your chest at $j_their proximity, yet your voice is steady and warm when you respond. "I wasn't ignoring you, I was just thinking."
"Yeah? About what?" $j_Their eyes search yours, dark and intense, completely unaware of how $j_their closeness is affecting you. "You've got that look again."
"What look?" you ask, trying to sound casual despite the warmth spreading across your face.
"Like you're overthinking something," $j_they says, finally pulling back slightly but keeping $j_their eyes on you. "The same look you get when you're about to do something stupid, like downloading dating apps."
You roll your eyes, ignoring the slight sting of $j_their casual teasing. "Not everything I do is stupid, you know."
"Most things are," $j_they grins, messing up your hair playfully. "That's why you need me around to stop you."
The gesture is so affectionate while staying platonic, caring but casual. It's moments like these that make your heart ache the most, when $j_they's so close yet treating you with the same comfortable familiarity $j_they always has.
"Maybe I like doing stupid things," you mutter, trying to fix your hair while avoiding $j_their gaze.
Ekissa laughs, the sound rich and warm. "Oh, I know you do. Remember that time you tried to learn skateboarding because that $e_man you liked was into it? And then you gave up because you were a mess at it?"
"We agreed never to bring that up again!" you protest, though a smile plays on your lips despite yourself.
"Just making a point," $j_they says, settling back into the couch and pulling you along with $j_them. "So c'mon, what's really going on in that head of yours?"
You lean against $j_them, grateful that $j_they can't see your face from this position. "Nothing important," you lie, your fingers absently playing with the hem of $j_their shirt. "Just... processing today, I guess."
$j_They hums in response, $j_their hand coming up to stroke your hair soothingly. "Well, whatever you're thinking about, stop it. You're safe, and that's all that matters."
If only $j_they knew that right now, $j_they's the reason for your racing thoughts. But you stay quiet, letting yourself enjoy $j_their touch while ignoring the bittersweet ache in your chest.
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"Eki…" you murmur, your voice barely audible.
Your face falls slowly as you let $j_them see the drained and exhausted $name and not just the one trying to keep it together.
"Mh?"
"Will it ever be better…?" you ask, vulnerable but hopeful.
Ekissa brings $j_their hand to your cheek as $j_they shifts $j_their gaze between your eyes. "I'll be honest. I don't know if it'll be better. I don't know if you'll ever totally move on or let yourself just… live. But what I know is that I'm not letting you go, $name. Even if you kick my ass to leave you alone, even if I have to follow everywhere like a stupid puppy, even if you hate me. I'm not letting you go."
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<b>14:12
Valley Street – In an alleyway</b>
$namet crouches down in front of you between your slightly parted legs. $t_Their gaze is steady when $t_they watches you cry, but inside? Inside is a tornado of anger and worry swirling together.
$t_Their hands are hesitant when they reach out to rub your arms up and down. $t_They has no idea what $t_they's doing, or if those small gestures are what you want right now. So when you don't pull away, a sigh of relief leaves $t_their lips.
For a moment, $t_they's lost as to what to do next. Not because $t_they doesn't know what $t_they could do to help, but because $t_they cares enough to overthink each movement of $t_their hands on you—not too touchy but grounding enough, of how to look at you—not with pity but with care, of what to say—not dismissive but reassuring. It's a process $t_they has to get used to $t_themself.
"$name," $t_they says tentatively, never stopping $t_their ministrations. "It's getting cold. Should we go to my car? It'll be more comfortable, and I'll get you something warm to drink."
You don't respond, that only makes $namet purses $t_their lips with mounting worry as $t_they looks around to give $t_themself some time and gather enough courage for what $t_they's about to do. Straightening $t_their back, $t_their fingers close around your elbows to help you up—only to freeze when your body is pushed forward by the movement.
$t_Their face shows nothing, except maybe $t_their reddening cheeks when your face finds the crook of $t_their neck.
This is dangerous.
A sweet torture $t_they can't help but love yet despise for barely containing it. Calming $t_their racing heart, ever so slowly, $t_their arms wrap around you to stroke your back up and down.
$t_Their head leans on the side to rest it against yours, leaving you time to properly cry with someone by your side, someone ready to catch you if you fall further.
There's no sound, no words coming out of $t_their mouth as $t_they lets the silence linger in the air for a few minutes more. $t_Their black eyes scan the area to be sure you won't be bothered by anyone, and $t_their dark hair still has this messy yet clean look as if being too messy would completely break $t_their stoic and slick character.
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*[["I'm never going back to that restaurant," you try to joke, but it falls flat. "They didn't even have a heater, I was freezing to death."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP2]]
*[[You hiccup, searching for more warmth as you say brokenly. "I just… I… It happened so fast… I wasn't…"|Chap3C8ROUTDEP3]]
*[["Sorry," you try to save face, to regain some semblance of control. "I need.. I need some time. Let's stay like this just for some time."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP4]]
*[["Thank you," you say softly through your tears.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP5]]
A small chuckle leaves $namet's lips as $t_their thumb keeps drawing circles on your back, feeling you shaking under $t_their touch.
"The heater is really the least of their problems," $t_they comments dryly, trying to match your attempt at lightening the mood, and this close to $t_their neck you can feel the rumbling in $t_their chest. "It's a death trap for food poisoning. And the chairs?" $t_their nose scrunches up, one of $t_their rare displays of disgust escaping $t_their control. "My back can't deal with those torture devices."
$t_Their eyes drift down to look at you when $t_they feels your breathing calming down, the rise and fall of your chest not as erratic as before against $t_them. $t_Their lips twitch upward at your clear attempt to regain some dignity, but $t_they doesn't point it out.
Instead, $t_they hums, deep and calming, turning $t_their face to nuzzle $t_their nose against your hair. $t_Their hands flex around your waist, resisting the urge to pull you closer, closer, as close as possible until no one could see where you start and $t_they ends.
"I'll take you to a better restaurant next time. One with proper heaters and comfortable chairs," $t_they says easily, unaware $t_they's already planning a ‘next time' with you. "I even know a place with those heated seats. If you..." $t_their voice trails off, unsure if $t_they overstepped. "I mean…"
$namet isn't used to being so forward. $t_They has to take a deep breath to calm $t_their beating heart. This might be too much, too soon, and $t_they mentally kicks $t_themself for being so pushy.
But when you don't tense up at $t_their words, $namet allows $t_themself to relax a bit, tightening $t_their hold on you just enough to let you know $t_they's there.
$t_They's not going anywhere.
Your body trembles against $t_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $t_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
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$t_Their arms tighten around you just the slightest bit, just enough to let you know $t_they's there. $t_Their eyes darken considerably, almost dangerously, when $t_they hears how small your voice sounds.
"Take your time," $t_they says with a soft voice that contrasts with the way $t_their jaw clenches.
You try to explain again but end up crying harder. It's unfair, how some people can break others and walk away like nothing happened. It's unfair how you have to sit in a dirty alleyway because someone thought they had the right to hurt you.
$t_Their hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. The action is so gentle, so careful, that it only makes you cry harder. Because it reminds you of how some people can be so kind while others can be so cruel. With the past you had, you know better how it can break someone little by little when they think this is something normal, only to realize that it wasn't. That it was just pure cruelty all along.
$namet shifts slightly, trying to shield you from the cold wind with $t_their body. $t_They feels your tears soaking through $t_their shirt, but $t_they couldn't care less about that. What $t_they cares about is how your hands are gripping $t_their coat like it's the only thing keeping you anchored.
Your body trembles against $t_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $t_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
"I'm here," $t_they murmurs, and for once, $t_their usual stoic demeanor cracks just enough to let genuine emotion seep through. "I got you, $name."
And $t_they does. $t_They has you in $t_their arms, against the crook of $t_their neck where your erratic heartbeat slowly syncs with $t_their steady one. $t_They has you, and $t_they's not letting go until you're ready. Until the sobs wracking your body subside and you can breathe without it hurting.
Because sometimes, that's all someone needs. Not words, not solutions, just someone to hold them while they fall apart.
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Your fingers clutch the fabric of $t_their shirt, unwilling to let go even as you try to act like you're fine. Your body trembles against $t_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're fighting against falling further in front of $t_them.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it fighting to stay firmly on your face. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or to just plainly tell $t_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by sobs threatening to leave your lips again. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<</if>>
$namet's arms tighten around you gently, acknowledging what you need without making you feel exposed. $t_Their breath comes slow and steady, a rhythmic pattern for you to focus on. The warmth of $t_their body seeps through $t_their clothes, chasing away the chill that had settled into your bones.
$t_Their hand continues its soothing path up and down your spine, never faltering in its steady rhythm. $t_They doesn't try to fill the silence with empty words or false promises. Instead, $t_they just holds you, $t_their presence solid and unwavering as you work through the storm of emotions.
Your tears gradually slow, leaving damp spots on $t_their expensive coat, but $t_they doesn't seem to mind. $t_Their other hand moves to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair in a gesture that's both protective and comforting.
You can feel $t_their heartbeat through $t_their chest: strong and steady, a sharp contrast to your own erratic one. The familiar scent of $t_their $t_cologne mixed with something uniquely $t_them wraps around you like a protective barrier against the world.
Time stretches, elastic and undefined in this quiet moment. The alley's cold and grime fade away until all that exists is this bubble of comfort $t_they's created around you. $t_Their chin rests lightly on your shoulder, and you can feel the slight tension in $t_their jaw, evidence of $t_their concern despite $t_their outward calm.
$t_They'll wait as long as you need, you realize. This $t_man who runs meetings with ruthless efficiency and keeps the strictest of schedules, will stand here in a dirty alley, holding you for as long as it takes. The thought makes fresh tears spring to your eyes, but these are different, touched with something like gratitude.
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Your body trembles against $t_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $t_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
$namet's arms tighten around you and for once, $t_they doesn't try to hide $t_their reactions. $t_Their breath hitches slightly when you press closer, seeking more of $t_their warmth and comfort. $t_Their face feels hot against your hair, $t_their usual composed demeanor cracking at your proximity.
"No," $t_they murmurs, finally finding $t_their voice. The vibration against your forehead makes you shiver. "Don't thank me for this."
$t_Their hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. It's intimate in a way that makes $t_their heart race, but $t_they doesn't pull away. Instead, $t_they shifts to shield you better from the cold wind whistling through the alley.
You feel $t_them swallow hard before $t_they speaks again, $t_their voice rougher than usual. "I'll always come when you call."
The admission costs $t_them something. You can tell by the way $t_their muscles tense, as if bracing for impact. But $t_they means it. $namet, who guards $t_their emotions behind perfectly tailored suits and careful control, is letting you see this vulnerable part of $t_them.
$t_Their thumb brushes against your nape in slow, soothing circles. $t_They's not good with words—never has been—but $t_their actions speak volumes. The way $t_they dropped everything to find you, how $t_they's holding you now like you're something precious, the gentle touches that say what $t_their voice can't.
"Always," $t_they repeats, quieter this time, just for you.
$t_Their lips brush against your temple as $t_they speaks, and neither of you acknowledges the way $t_their voice trembles on that single word or how your fingers curl tighter into $t_their coat in response.
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$t_Their hand on the small of your back guides you away from this dirty alleyway and toward $t_their car. Opening the car door like the forever <<if $genderrot == "man">>gentleman<<else>>proper lady<</if>> $t_they is, $t_they stays standing next to the car with the door still open.
"I'll have to call my $l_father to tell $t_them I'm busy right now," $namet states, patting $t_their pockets only to pause. Glancing at you, $t_they smiles almost apologetically. "Do you mind…" $t_they hesitates for a sec. "That is, if that doesn't bother you—"
Still sniffing, you fish for your own phone, unlock it, and hand it to $t_them.
"Thank you," $t_they murmurs, taking your phone.
$t_They lied. Of course $t_they lied, but $t_they needed to do it. $t_They's never been this pissed off; it's the first time $t_they's itching to wrap $t_their hand around the throat of the one who hurt you and keep squeezing, making and watching the life disappear from the stranger's eyes.
And if no one hurt you, then $t_they'll crush the thing that did and try harder to make it completely disappear from your mind until all you feel is happiness through $t_their acts and words.
Scanning your phone, $t_they finally gets what $t_they needs. A dating app. Messages. The profile of the $s_man. $t_Their face is unreadable, a perfect picture of control and calm when $t_they's anything but inside.
$t_They'll find what happened one way or another. Calling $t_their father, $t_they keeps $t_their gaze on you, ready to comfort you if you need it. "$l_Dad."
"I heard you left—"
"I'll be busy today," $namet cuts in, not letting $namel have the time to talk. "I'll see you tomorrow." Like that, $t_they ends the call and gives your phone back. "Let me get you a drink; I won't be long."
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*[["You don't have to," you murmur through sniffles and tears.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP7]]
*[[You try to wipe the tears that don't want to stop. "I… I brought my wallet… let me pay for it."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP8]]
*[[You sniff, staring at nothing in particular with a small nod.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP9]]
*[[You whisper, vulnerable. "Be quick…"|Chap3C8ROUTDEP10]]
*[["I'm sorry…" you cry brokenly. "I'm wasting your time… I'm sorry…"|Chap3C8ROUTDEP11]]
*[[You try to save face, your voice shakier than you want. "Okay."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP12]]
The warmth of $t_their body still lingers in the fabric, and $t_their scent wraps around you like a comforting embrace. A part of you wants to tell $t_them to stay, to not leave you alone, but you don't want to be more of a burden than you already are.
$namet pauses, $t_their eyes softening as $t_they looks at you. The streetlights cast shadows across $t_their face, highlighting the concern etched in $t_their features. $t_Their hand, which was about to close the car door, stops mid-movement.
For a moment, $t_they seems to be wrestling with $t_themself, wanting to say something but holding back.
"I want to," $t_they finally says, $t_their voice low and gentle.
There's something in the way $t_they says it that makes your heart skip a beat. It's not pity, you've heard enough pity in your life to recognize it. This is different.
$t_They crouches down beside the open car door, bringing $t_themself to your eye level. "Let me do this for you. Sometimes..." $t_they pauses, choosing $t_their words carefully. "Sometimes it's okay to let others help. It doesn't make you weak."
You notice $t_their hands twitching slightly, as if $t_they wants to reach out and touch you but is keeping $t_themself in check. Instead, $t_they adjusts $t_their coat around your shoulders, $t_their movements deliberate and careful.
"Besides," $t_they adds with a small smile that doesn't quite reach $t_their eyes, "I could use a coffee myself."
$t_They's lying, and this time you can tell. $t_They's not doing this for $t_themself at all, but $t_they's trying to make you feel less guilty about accepting $t_their help.
Your eyes meet $t_theirs, and for a brief moment, you see something flash across $t_their face—a mix of tenderness and another emotion you can't quite place. But before you can analyze it further, $t_they's already standing up, $t_their stoic mask back in place.
"I'll be right back," $t_they promises. There's a weight to $t_their words that makes you believe $t_them. "Lock the doors, okay?"
The gentle click of the car door closing feels more final than it should. Through the window, you watch $t_them walk away, $t_their shoulders tense and $t_their stride purposeful.
Even in this state, you can't help but notice how $t_they keeps glancing back at the car, at you, making sure you're okay.
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Your voice is small, broken, as you fumble with the zipper. The tears blur your vision, making it hard to see what you're doing. $namet gently places $t_their hand over yours, stopping your movements. $t_Their touch is warm, grounding, but careful, like $t_they's afraid you'll break if $t_they applies too much pressure.
"Keep it," $t_they says softly, $t_their dark eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.
$t_They doesn't move $t_their hand immediately, and you can feel the slight tremor in $t_their fingers—a crack in $t_their usually composed demeanor.
When $t_they finally pulls away, the absence of $t_their warmth is almost painful.
"Stay here, and lock the doors," $t_they murmurs, $t_their voice carrying a hint of authority that brooks no argument. $t_Their jaw clenches slightly, and you catch a glimpse of something dangerous flickering in $t_their eyes before $t_they masks it.
$namet closes the car door, making sure you're safely inside before walking away. Through the windshield, you watch $t_their frame disappear into the restaurant you were moments ago. $t_Their shoulders are tense, $t_their steps measured but purposeful.
You clutch $t_their coat closer, inhaling the subtle scent of $t_their $t_cologne mixed with something uniquely $t_them. It's comforting in a way you don't want to examine too closely. Not now. Not when your heart is already raw and bleeding from earlier events.
The leather seat beneath you is cold, but $t_their car smells like $t_them: clean, something woody, with a hint of the coffee $t_they probably had this morning. You notice how immaculate everything is, not a single item out of place. It's so... $namet.
Your tears have slowed, but your cheeks are still wet. Using the sleeve of $t_their coat and feeling guilty about it, you wipe your face. The fabric is soft against your skin, and you find yourself wondering if this is how $t_their touch would feel if $t_they wasn't always so careful with you.
That thought sends a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. $t_They's too good to you, always there when you need $t_them, always keeping $t_their distance when you need space. And here you are, crying in $t_their car, probably ruining $t_their plans for the day.
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The way your voice cracks at the end of that simple word speaks volumes about how much you're struggling to maintain composure. That only makes $namet clench $t_their jaw in worry.
$t_They lingers for a moment longer, $t_their frame casting a shadow over you as $t_they stands by the open car door. The urge to reach out and touch you is strong, to brush away those tears or hold your trembling hands…
$t_They restrains $t_themself. You're vulnerable right now, and $t_they won't take advantage of that, no matter how much $t_their heart aches to comfort you.
"It'll only take a minue," $t_they says softly, $t_their deep voice carrying a gentleness that $t_they reserves only for you.
$t_Their eyes scan your face one last time, memorizing every detail of your pain so $t_they can properly deal with whoever caused it later. The dating app profile is already burned into $t_their memory.
As $t_they closes the car door, making sure you're safely inside, $namet adjusts $t_their sleeve, rolling $t_their shoulders with a sigh. The evening air is getting cooler, and $t_they notices you pulling $t_their coat tighter around yourself. That simple action makes $t_their heart skip a beat, but $t_they pushes those feelings aside.
Walking away, $t_they glances back at the car several times, making sure you're still there, still safe. Each step feels heavy, like $t_they's fighting against $t_their own instincts to stay by your side. But $t_they knows you need this moment alone, to breathe, to process.
Finally, $t_they disappears around the corner, $t_their jaw clenched tight. $t_They has two missions now: get you that warm drink, and make sure the person who hurt you never gets the chance to do it again.
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Your fingers clutch the edges of $t_their coat around your shoulders, seeking comfort in $t_their lingering warmth and scent that clings to the fabric. The tears haven't stopped, making your vision blur as you watch $t_them through the car window.
$namet's expression softens at your words, understanding the hidden meaning behind them. $t_Their hand reaches through the open door to brush away a tear from your cheek, the touch so gentle it makes your breath hitch.
"I'll be back before you know it," $t_they promises, $t_their voice low and reassuring.
For a moment, $t_they seems to struggle with $t_themself, like $t_they wants to say or do more. But $t_they holds back, knowing now isn't the time for whatever $t_they wants to say and complicate things further.
You curl up in the passenger seat, pulling $t_their coat tighter around yourself. It smells like $t_their $t_cologne—something woody, something distinctly $t_them. The scent is oddly comforting despite everything.
$namet hesitates before closing the door, $t_their dark eyes scanning the area one last time. "Lock the doors," $t_they instructs softly, waiting until $t_they hears the click of the locks engaging. "I won't be long."
Through the window, you watch $t_them walk away, $t_their tall frame tense with barely contained anger that's not directed at you. You know $t_they's going to get you that drink, but you also know $t_they took a bit longer than necessary with your phone before calling $t_their $l_father.
The rational part of you should be worried about what $t_they might do with that information, but right now, you can't bring yourself to care.
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The words come out brokenly between hiccups and sobs, making $namet's heart clench painfully in $t_their chest. Your shoulders shake with each apology, and $t_they can see how hard you're trying to hold yourself together.
$namet's jaw tightens, $t_their hands curling into fists at $t_their sides as $t_they watches you cry. The urge to pull you close, to shelter you from whatever's causing you this much pain, is almost overwhelming. But $t_they knows $t_their place. $t_They's just a friend, someone who happened to be there when you needed support. Nothing more.
"$name," $t_they says firmly, yet $t_their voice remains gentle. "Don't apologize. You're not wasting my time."
$t_Their hand reaches out, hesitates for a split second, then settles on your shoulder. The touch is light, barely there, but it's enough to make you look up at $t_them through tear-filled eyes.
The streetlight catches the wet trails on your cheeks, and $namet has to fight back the impulse to wipe them away. Instead, $t_they gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting $t_their hand fall back to $t_their side.
"You're important," $t_they adds quietly, the words carrying more weight than $t_they intends them to. "And right now, you need someone. That's not a waste of time."
$t_They watches as you curl further into $t_their coat. The sight stirs something protective in $t_them, making $t_their chest tight with emotions $t_they's not ready to acknowledge. Not when you're vulnerable like this. Not when you need a friend more than anything else.
"I'll get you that drink," $t_they says, taking a step back. "Just... stay here, okay? Lock the doors. I won't be long."
$t_Their voice carries a hint of authority, born from genuine concern rather than any desire to control. $t_They waits until you nod, making sure you're safely inside before softly closing the car door.
As $t_they walks away, $t_their steps measured and controlled, $namet allows $t_their expression to darken. Whatever or whoever caused this, $t_they'll deal with it.
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Your eyes are distant, unfocused on the dashboard in front of you as tears continue to make silent paths down your cheeks. The warmth of $t_their coat around your shoulders makes you sink further into the passenger seat, $t_their scent surrounding you like a protective barrier against the world.
$namet lingers by the car door, $t_their brows furrowed with concern. $t_They shifts $t_their weight from one foot to the other, clearly battling with $t_themself about leaving you alone, even if just for a few minutes. $t_Their dark eyes scan your face, trying to read beyond the tears and silence.
"Hey," $t_they says softly, crouching down to be at eye level with you. $t_Their hand hesitates before gently touching your arm through $t_their coat. "Look at me for a second?"
The request is gentle, worried. When you finally turn to meet $t_their gaze, $t_their eyes search yours intently, checking for any sign that you might not be okay being left alone. The intensity in $t_their stare almost makes you look away, but there's something grounding about it too.
"Are you sure you'll be alright if I go get those drinks? I won't be more than five minutes," $t_they promises, $t_their thumb absently rubbing small circles on your arm. $t_Their usually composed demeanor shows cracks of genuine concern. "I can stay if you need me to."
You manage another small nod, which makes $t_them purse $t_their lips thoughtfully. $t_They doesn't look convinced, but $t_they respects your response. Standing up slowly, $t_they takes one last look at you, making sure you're securely in the car.
"Lock the doors," $t_they instructs quietly, waiting until $t_they hears the click of the locks before stepping back. "I won't be long."
As $t_they turns to leave, $t_their shoulders are tense, $t_their stride purposeful. Through your tears, you watch $t_their figure disappear around the corner. In the silence of $t_their car, you can still feel the ghost of $t_their worried touch on your arm, and somehow, it makes breathing a little easier.
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$namet steps into the dimly lit restaurant, $t_their sharp black eyes immediately finding the $s_man from the dating app profile. $t_They's still sitting there, casually checking $s_their phone as if $s_they hadn't just hurt someone precious. The sight makes $namet's blood boil, but $t_their face remains perfectly composed.
$t_They approaches with measured steps, $t_their presence commanding enough to make the $s_man look up. Recognition flashes in the stranger's eyes—not of $namet, but of someone who carries themselves with authority and who is currently <i>pissed off</i>.
"Mind if I join you?" $namet asks, though it's not really a question.
$t_They's already extending $t_their hand, a gesture that appears polite and friendly to anyone watching.
The $s_man, caught off guard but trying to maintain $s_their composure, takes the offered hand. "Uh..."
$namet's grip tightens gradually, the complete opposite to what's considered polite. The $s_man's eyes widen, $s_their face contorting in pain as $s_they tries to pull away, but $namet holds firm.
"Fuck," the $s_man hisses under $s_their breath, trying to yank $s_their hand free by shaking it. "What's your problem?"
$namet sits down without consent, a cold smile playing on $t_their lips. "I'm $namet. I believe we have a mutual... friend."
"I'm <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>," the $s_man grits out, trying again to pull $s_their hand back but finding $s_themself trapped in $namet's iron grip. "Look, I don't know who you are–"
"Oh, but you do know who I'm talking about," $namet interrupts smoothly, finally releasing <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>'s hand. $t_They watches as <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>> flexes $s_their fingers under the table, trying to restore circulation. "$eyecolor eyes, $skincolor skin, $hairlength $haircolor hair? You had quite the date with $m_them earlier."
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<<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>'s face pales slightly. "That's... that was nothing. Just a casual thing that didn't work out–"
"Didn't work out?" $namet's smile grows colder, $t_their eyes darkening. "Is that what you call it? Interesting choice of words."
A waiter approaches their table, but $namet waves them away without breaking eye contact with the stranger, who's starting to sweat visibly.
"Listen," <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>> tries again, $s_their voice slightly higher than before. "Whatever $m_they told you–"
"$m_They didn't tell me anything yet," $namet cuts in, leaning forward slightly. "But $m_they will if or when $m_they feel comfortable enough. And I'd like to hear your version first. You know, to compare notes."
<<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>'s eyes dart toward the exit, but $namet's presence somehow seems to fill the entire space between them, making escape feel impossible.
"Should we order something for our talk?" $namet suggests pleasantly, though $t_their eyes promise anything but pleasure. "I have all evening."
Another lie. $t_They doesn't have all night, $t_they doesn't want to leave you alone in $t_their car for long, but that stranger doesn't have to know that.
"W–What do you mean?" <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>> stammers, $s_their earlier confidence completely evaporated. "I don't know you, and I don't have to talk to you about anything–"
$namet's smile doesn't waver, and something in $t_their expression makes <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>'s words die in $s_their throat. The evening just got much longer for one of them, and they both know it won't be $namet.
"You see, <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>," $namet begins, $t_their voice carrying that dangerous calm that makes the other $s_man's skin crawl. "I believe in second chances. Everyone deserves one. But only one." $t_They leans back, appearing relaxed while $t_their eyes remain sharp and focused. "What you did tonight? That's your chance. Your only chance."
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<<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>> tries to scoff, coming out more like a nervous laugh. "Are you threatening me?"
"Threatening?" $namet's eyebrows raise slightly, $t_their expression one of mild surprise. "No, I'm simply having a friendly conversation about choices and consequences. About how certain actions can follow someone... indefinitely."
The implications hang heavy in the air between them. <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>'s throat bobs as $s_they swallows hard.
"What, you're gonna make someone follow me?" <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>> attempts to sound tough, $s_their voice cracking slightly. "Is that supposed to scare me?"
$namet's smile widens just a fraction, and somehow that's more terrifying than any threat could be. $t_They stands up smoothly, adjusting $t_their shirt with deliberate care.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>," $namet holds out $t_their hand, the same one that had crushed <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>'s earlier. "I trust we won't need to have this conversation again."
<<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>> stares at the offered hand but doesn't take it, $s_their own hands firmly gripping the edge of the table. $namet lets $t_their hand drop slowly, that cold smile never leaving $t_their face.
"Have a good evening," $namet says, turning away.
$t_They heads straight to the counter, ordering a hot drink for you. While waiting, $t_they pulls out $t_their phone, sending a quick text to someone before slipping it back into $t_their pocket. $t_They doesn't look back to see <<if $genderss == "man">>Mark<<else>>Martha<</if>>'s pale face or shaking hands. $t_They doesn't need to. The message has been delivered.
The barista hands $t_them your drink and $namet nods $t_their thanks, $t_their demeanor shifting back to $t_their usual composed self.
The cool evening air hits $t_their face as $t_they exits, and $t_they takes a deep breath, letting the anger slowly seep out of $t_their system. By the time $t_they reaches $t_their car, $t_their expression will be back to its usual gentle calm. You don't need to know about this little detour. What you need right now is support, not revenge.
The warm drink in $t_their hand reminds $t_them of $t_their priority. Making sure you're okay.
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$namet reaches $t_their car, opening the door carefully while balancing your drink. You're still there, curled up in $t_their coat, looking small and vulnerable in the passenger seat.
"Here," $t_they says softly, holding out the warm cup to you.
$t_Their movements are gentle, careful not to startle you as $t_they hands it over. Your fingers brush against $t_their during the exchange, and $t_they pretends not to notice how they're still trembling slightly.
Once you take the drink, $t_they closes your door and walks around to the driver's side. The car dips slightly as $t_they slides in, the leather seat creaking under $t_their weight.
Without a word, $t_they starts the engine, the soft purr filling the silence between you.
$t_Their eyes flick to you briefly, making sure you're settled with your drink before $t_they pulls away from the curb. The streetlights cast shadows across $t_their face as $t_they drives, $t_their expression unreadable but somehow still radiating a protective calm.
$t_They doesn't ask where you want to go. $t_They doesn't need to. For now, $t_they just drives, letting the quiet of the car and the warmth of the drink do what words can't.
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*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["You went to the restaurant…" you murmur, having seen him exit the same restaurant you were in minutes ago. "How did you even know…"|Chap3C8ROUTDEP17]]<<else>>[["You went to the restaurant…" you murmur, having seen her exit the same restaurant you were in minutes ago. "How did you even know…"|Chap3C8ROUTDEP17]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Travis…" you suck in a shaky breath, your face away. "Thank you for the drink and for… being here for me."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP18]]<<else>>[["Tracee…" you suck in a shaky breath, your face away. "Thank you for the drink and for… being here for me."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP18]]<</if>>
*[["I'm pathetic," you snort, words dripping with sarcasm and self-deprecation. "Look at me, showing to the whole world how messed up my mind is."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP19]]
*[[You try to grin as you fix your clothes. "If I have to be a mess, might as well look good."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP20]]
*[["The… weather is nice today." It's not. You just want to change the topic. You try to smile softly. "There's not really any bright sun, and it's cold but… it's a… nice weather… I think."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP21]]
*[[You stay silent, keeping your gaze on the road and taking sips of your warm drink from time to time.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP22]]
$namet's hands tighten on the steering wheel, but $t_their face stays perfectly composed. $t_They takes a moment before answering, as if carefully choosing $t_their words. $t_They was caught red-handed. $t_They could lie again, but $t_they won't.
"Your phone," $t_they admits finally, $t_their voice low and steady. "When I borrowed it to call my $l_father. I saw the messages." $t_They pauses at a red light, $t_their dark eyes fixed ahead. "I apologize for the invasion of privacy. It wasn't my place."
$t_Their apology is delivered in a matter-of-fact tone, yet stays genuine all the same. The light turns green, and the car moves forward smoothly.
"Did you..." your voice trails off, uncertain if you want to know what happened in that restaurant.
"We had a civil conversation," $namet reassures, $t_their tone carefully neutral despite the half-lie. "Nothing more."
$t_Their thumb absently strokes the leather of the steering wheel, a subtle tell of $t_their restrained emotions. You notice how $t_their knuckles tighten more and more, but you can't tell if it's from anger at what $t_they possibly learned from the stranger or from simply 'having a civil conversation' with the man. Either way, you know it's definitely because of the $t_man whose name still escapes you.
$namet catches you looking and flexes $t_their hand briefly before returning it to the wheel.
"Some people…" $t_they continues after a moment of silence, $t_their voice carrying an edge that $t_they can't quite hide. "…need to understand that their actions have consequences. That their choices affect others in ways they might not consider."
The warmth from your drink seeps into your hands as you process $t_their words. $namet takes a turn, the movement smooth and controlled, just like everything else about $t_them. Except maybe for the slight tension in $t_their jaw, the only visible sign of $t_their subtle anger.
"I won't apologize for talking to $s_them. I understand it wasn't my place to meddle in your business, and I understand you might hate me for this, but I won't apologize for having a discussion with this $s_man," $t_they says suddenly, breaking the brief silence. "But I am sorry you had to go through that experience."
The car slows to stop at another red light, and for a moment, the only sound is the gentle hum of the engine and the soft clicking of the turn signal. $namet doesn't look at you directly, giving you space while simultaneously making it clear that $t_they's there, present, ready to listen or stay silent. Whatever you need.
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The words come out barely above a whisper, fragile and vulnerable in the quiet car. You can see $t_their hands tighten slightly on the steering wheel from the corner of your eye.
$t_They doesn't say anything. The silence stretches between you, not uncomfortable but heavy with unspoken emotions. You take another trembling breath, the steam from your drink fogging up the bottom of the window beside you. $t_Their coat is still wrapped around your shoulders, and you find yourself sinking deeper into it. It's comforting in a way you're not ready to analyze right now.
$namet keeps driving, $t_their presence steady and grounding beside you. The alternating light outside continues their dance across $t_their features, bringing out the sharp line of $t_their jaw, the slight furrow in $t_their brow that appears whenever $t_they's concerned.
You notice these details despite trying not to, despite feeling like you don't deserve this kindness from $t_them.
The warm drink in your hands is another reminder of $t_their thoughtfulness. $t_They didn't have to do any of this, didn't have to stop, didn't have to care, didn't have to stay. But $t_they did, and that knowledge makes your throat tight with emotion again.
"Thank you," you repeat, your voice cracking slightly.
This time, you mean it for more than just the drink. For finding you, for not asking questions, for just being there when you needed someone most.
$t_Their eyes flick toward you briefly before returning to the road. There's something in that soft look that makes your heart stutter. $t_They still doesn't speak, but $t_their right hand leaves the steering wheel to rest on the console between you, palm up.
It's not demanding or expectant, just... there. An offer of comfort if you want it.
The gesture makes your eyes burn with fresh tears. You blink them back, focusing instead on the warmth of the cup in your hands and the steady presence of the $t_man beside you as one of your hands find $t_their hesitantly.
$t_Their fingers twitch against yours, leaving you time to pull away. When you don't, $t_their fingers don't interlace, not wanting to breach any boundaries, but ever so slowly, they close around yours. $t_Their thumb massages your skin, firm yet gentle.
The city lights blur past your window as $namet drives, taking you away from what happened, giving you space to breathe, to process, to heal.
And somehow, in this moment of vulnerability, $t_their silence says more than words ever could.
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Your attempt at humor is shaky at best, but it's there. <<if $playful3 == "yes">><<if $playful is 1>>Something you always used to deflect. It's playful, lighthearted, even if inside there's still this storm of emotion you want to ignore and fight it with jokes until it disappears.<<else>> It's playful, lighthearted, even if inside there's still this storm of emotion you want to ignore and fight it with jokes until it disappears. But you weren't always like this, were you? This new mask is easier. To joke and get rid of the pain instead of the serious demeanor you seemed to have before everything went south. If it didn't work in the past, might as well mold your personality to something that'll work and try working with this new facet of yours you didn't always have.<</if>><<elseif $serious3 == "yes">><<if $playful is 1>>Your old self is showing; the old, playful $name that could joke around is back, only to deflect this painful situation, and you will use it again if you have to ignore the hurt. No matter how serious you might act now.<<else>>Joking right now is the only escape you can find to escape the heaviness of the moment.<</if>><</if>>
$namet's eyes flick to you briefly before returning to the road. The way you're trying so hard to make light of the situation, to maintain some semblance of control through your appearance while everything else feels like it's falling apart.
"You always look good," $t_they says simply, $t_their voice soft in the confined space of the car. It's not a flirtation or an attempt to make you feel better, just a statement of fact.
Though, $t_their ears redden slightly at $t_their own words.
You fidget with the sleeve of $t_their coat that's still draped over your shoulders, adjusting it just a bit. Your appearance might be slightly disheveled from crying, but you still manage to fix it with practiced movements.
The streetlights catch on your features as you continue your methodical adjustments: straightening your collar, wiping away any remaining tear tracks. Your hands are still trembling slightly, but you manage to maintain steady enough movements to fix your appearance.
"You should see me on my good days," you joke weakly, but your voice cracks just a little at the end.
You clear your throat, focusing intently on adjusting the fall of $namet's coat across your shoulders, making sure it sits just right.
$namet doesn't respond immediately. $t_They watches from the corner of $t_their eye as you go through these motions, recognizing them for what they are—a coping mechanism, a way to regain control over something, anything, when everything else feels like it's spinning.
The car stops at a red light, and $namet turns to look at you properly. After a moment, $t_they simply says, "You don't have to pretend with me."
The light turns green, and $namet returns $t_their attention to driving, giving you space to process $t_their words without the pressure of $t_their gaze.
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$namet's hands tighten on the steering wheel, $t_their knuckles turning white for a brief moment before $t_they forces $t_themself to relax. $t_They doesn't immediately respond, letting the hum of the engine fill the space between your words.
"You're not," $t_they finally says, $t_their voice low but firm. There's an edge to it that wasn't there before, as if upset for you to even consider this. "And your mind isn't messed up."
You open your mouth to argue, but $t_they continues before you can, $t_their eyes still fixed on the road ahead. "Being hurt doesn't make you pathetic. Showing emotions doesn't make you weak." $t_They pauses at a red light, and for a moment, $t_their dark eyes find yours. "It makes you human."
The light turns green, and $t_they returns $t_their attention to driving. "The world isn't seeing how 'messed up' you are. The world is seeing someone who's strong enough to feel, to care, to try." $t_Their words are measured, careful, as if $t_they's choosing each one deliberately. "Someone who deserves better than what happened today."
"Right…" you clutch the warm cup tighter, its heat seeping into your cold fingers. $namet's coat still hangs around your shoulders, carrying $t_their scent that helps your body relax a bit more.
"And if anyone thinks less of you for having emotions," $t_they adds, $t_their voice dropping even lower, carrying a dangerous undertone that you've never heard before. "Then they're not worth your time or thoughts."
There's something in the way $t_their jaw clenches slightly that suggests $t_they's holding back more words, more emotions. $t_They holds them back, and you're not sure if it's for your benefit or $t_theirs.
"So drink your coffee," $t_they says softly, the dangerous edge gone from $t_their voice, replaced by something gentler. "And stop calling yourself pathetic. Because you're not. You're..."
$t_They trails off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air between you, as if the word $t_they wants to use is too precious to speak aloud. The silence returns, but it's different now—less heavy, more understanding.
You take another sip of your drink, letting $t_their words sink in, letting them fight against the self-deprecating thoughts in your head. And somehow, wrapped in $t_their coat, surrounded by $t_their presence, those thoughts seem a little less convincing than before.
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Your gaze is fixed on the road ahead as streetlights flash by in a hypnotic rhythm. The warm cup between your hands serves as an anchor, something to hold onto while your thoughts swirl chaotically. Every now and then, you lift it to your lips, taking small sips that seem to help steady your breathing.
$namet doesn't push for conversation, but you can feel $t_their attention split between the road and you. $t_Their occasional glances aren't intrusive, they're rather careful, measured, like $t_they's making sure you're still there, still breathing, still holding on.
The silence in the car isn't uncomfortable; it's more like a protective bubble, insulating you from the world outside as your fingers trace the rim of the cup absently, watching as steam rises in delicate spirals before disappearing into the car's interior.
The car's engine hums softly as $namet navigates through the evening traffic. The sound blends with the gentle whoosh of the heater, creating a sort of white noise that helps dull the sharp edges of your thoughts. You notice your eyes are still a bit red, but the tears have finally stopped.
Taking another sip of your drink, you let the warmth spread through your chest. It's not just the temperature, no, it's the fact that $t_they remembered how you like it, even though you never explicitly told $t_them. These little details $t_they picks up about you, stores away like precious information, only to pull them out at moments like this.
They mean more than you can express right now.
$namet takes a turn. $t_They doesn't need to fill the silence with empty words or false comfort. Just being here, driving through the night with no particular destination, is enough.
The warm drink in your hands is nearly finished now, but you hold onto the cup anyway, not ready to let go of this small comfort just yet.
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$namet glances at you briefly, $t_their dark eyes catching the way you're clutching the warm cup like a lifeline. $t_They knows what you're doing. Trying to pretend everything's fine, attempting to steer the conversation away from what happened.
$t_Their hands tighten slightly on the steering wheel, but $t_their voice remains gentle when $t_they responds.
"Is it?" $t_they plays along, though $t_their tone suggests $t_they's well aware of what you're doing. The car slows at a red light. "I thought you liked sunny days."
You take another sip of your drink, using the moment to gather your thoughts. The warmth spreads through your chest, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness you've been feeling. Your fingers trace the rim of the cup, and you notice they're still shaking slightly.
"I do," you admit quietly, watching outside, watching the people with their thick coats walking by with their gloves because of the cold. "But sometimes... the grey isn't so bad. It's honest, at least. Not trying to be something it's not."
$namet's expression softens almost imperceptibly. "You don't have to be something you're not," $t_they says finally, $t_their voice barely above a whisper. "Not with me."
The light turns green, and the car moves forward again. You clutch $t_their coat tighter around yourself, breathing in $t_their scent. The weather is definitely not nice—it's miserable, cold, and getting worse by the minute. But sitting here, in the warm car with $namet, watching the rain wash away the day's pain... maybe it's exactly the weather you need right now.
You both fall into silence again, but it's different now. It's less suffocating, more understanding. And for the first time since the incident, you feel like maybe, just maybe, things might be okay.
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<b>17:24
Somewhere in Serenity Peak</b>
After driving without real destination for a few hours, $namet finally cuts the engine at the spot where $namel drove you last time with the view of the city from here, a good panoramic that seems to relax you.
You don't know if $namet took you here on purpose, if $t_they noticed how relaxed you were the last time you and your group of misfits came, or if it's just a place where $t_they goes $t_themself when $t_they needs quiet and peace.
"Come on," $t_they says, glancing your way while $t_they opens $t_their door. "Getting some fresh air might help. You can keep my coat."
$t_They doesn't press, doesn't insist. $t_They just gets out of the car, fishing in $t_their pocket for $t_their pack of cigarettes and drawing out one to catch it between $t_their lips. The simple gesture has you staring at $t_them as if in a trance.
When $t_they light $t_their cigarettes and buries back $t_their pack in $t_their pocket, you open the door to sit on the car hood next to $t_them in silence, your shoes scrunching in the ground in each step, announcing your presence.
<<if $smoke == "yes">>Without a word, $t_they lights the other cig $t_they kept with $t_them and holds it out for you. That simple gesture brings a surge of warmth to your body as you take it with a nod of thanks, before taking a drag of it, the smoke infiltrating your throat as it makes its way to your lungs. You blow the smoke out in a content sigh.<</if>>
The cold breeze force your eyes to close with a deep breath, one of your hands in $namet coat's pockets. Opening them back, your gaze finds $namet again. You can't help yourself. Can't help being drawn to the $t_man next to you.
You broke down minutes ago, and you <i>feel</i> broken, but… there's just this comfort, this calm feeling near $t_them. You both feel like crying again and smiling at how somewhat peaceful you feel when $t_they's around.
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*[["Romantic, isn't it?" you say, without really meaning anything by it as you scan the city.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP24]]
*[[Your fingers drum nervously against your leg as your cheeks already heat up at the thought of this moment being romantic.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP25]]
*[["It's like a date," you murmur, immediately widening your eyes, flustered by your own words. But instead of backing away, you focus back on the view with a small smile.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP26]]
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You nudge him with a chuckle. "Are you trying to swoon me, Travis?"|Chap3C8ROUTDEP27]]<<else>>[[You nudge her with a chuckle. "Are you trying to swoon me, Tracee?"|Chap3C8ROUTDEP27]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You nudge him with a chuckle. "Are you trying to swoon me, Travis?" You regret it immediately, your cheeks heating up as you backtrack. "Platonically. You know what I mean."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP28]]<<else>>[[You nudge her with a chuckle. "Are you trying to swoon me, Tracee?" You regret it immediately, your cheeks heating up as you backtrack. "Platonically. You know what I mean."|Chap3C8ROUTDEP28]]<</if>>Your tone is light, casual, completely missing how $namet's breath catches slightly at your comment.
"It is," $t_they agrees quietly, taking a long drag from $t_their cigarette. The ember glows brighter for a moment, illuminating $t_their features briefly.
You're too busy looking at the view to notice the way $t_their eyes linger on your profile<<if $smoke == "yes">>, too busy smoking your own cigarette and blowing the smoke that disappears with the cold breeze<</if>>.
"The lights look like stars from up here," you continue, oblivious to the weight of the moment. "Like the city is trying to mirror the sky or something." You wave your hand vaguely at the panorama, $namet's coat sleeve falling slightly to expose your wrist to the cold air. "It's nice."
$namet hums in agreement, a low sound that somehow fits perfectly with the peaceful atmosphere. "It's one of my favorite spots," $t_they admits, tapping ash from $t_their cigarette. "We found it by accident one night when we needed to clear our head. With my dad, I mean."
"Really?" you turn to look at $t_them, curious. "It was nice then too, when we came that one time. But..." you trail off, gesturing at the current view. "Something about coming after… that mess makes it different."
$namet's lips quirk up slightly at the corners, but you miss it as you turn back to the city.
"Everything looks different at night," $t_they says softly, $t_their words carrying a meaning you don't quite catch.
"Yeah," you agree, pulling $t_their coat tighter around yourself against a sudden breeze<<if $smoke == "yes">> as you take another drag of your cig and tap the ash from it<</if>>. "Like how all the ugly parts of the city just... disappear in the dark. All you can see are the pretty lights."
$namet watches as you unconsciously snuggle deeper into $t_their coat, your face peaceful despite the earlier breakdown. "Sometimes," $t_they says carefully. "The most beautiful things are right in front of us. We just don't see them clearly at first."
"That's surprisingly poetic coming from you," you huff a quiet laugh, completely missing how $t_their words might apply to the current situation. "Didn't take you for a philosopher."
$t_They just shakes $t_their head slightly, a small smile playing at $t_their lips as $t_they takes another drag from $t_their cigarette. The smoke curls up into the late afternoon air, disappearing like the words $t_they doesn't say.
Your attention drifts back to the city below, comfortable in the silence that falls between you. The moment feels intimate, special, even if, without knowing, you completely missed the hint of $t_their attraction for you.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C8ROUTDEP29">><</button>>Your fingers drum an anxious rhythm against your thigh as you sneak another glance at $namet. $t_They's focused on the city lights below, smoke curling from $t_their cigarette in lazy spirals<<if $smoke == "yes">> mirroring your own<</if>>. The simple sight of $t_their profile outlined against the late afternoon sky makes your heart do a funny little skip that you immediately try to squash down.
"It's... pretty up here," you manage, cursing internally at how your voice comes out slightly higher than usual.
The thought of this moment being potentially romantic has your cheeks burning, and you're grateful for the darkness hiding your fluster or your features that might look like a grimace.
$namet hums in agreement, taking another drag. "You seemed to like this spot," $t_they says casually, and your heart does that stupid little flip again. $t_They remembered that? "I thought it might help clear your head."
"Oh," you say not as eloquently as you think, your fingers picking up their nervous drumming pace. "You... you remembered that?"
$t_They glances at you, a slight smile playing at $t_their lips. "I remember a lot of things you say, actually."
That... that's not helping your current state at all. You clear your throat, trying to focus on the city lights instead of how aware you suddenly are of $t_their presence beside you. You've only known $t_them for a few months damnit. This shouldn't affect you this much.
"The lights look like stars from here," you say, desperate to change the direction of your thoughts. "Like... like the sky fell down or something."
You wince at your own words. <i>Smooth, real smooth $name.</i>
$namet chuckles softly, and the sound is making it worse. Your heart can't take more.
"That's quite poetic," $t_they says, and you can hear the smile in $t_their voice.
"I'm not..." you start, then stop, your fingers still tapping away nervously. "I mean, I just... notice things sometimes."
"So do I," $t_they responds quietly, and something in $t_their tone makes you dare another glance $t_their way.
$t_They's looking at you now, that gentle half-smile still there, and you quickly look away again, your face feeling like it's on fire.
You both fall into silence again, but it's charged with something you're not ready to name. Your heart is doing a whole gymnastics routine in your chest, and you're hyper-aware of every slight movement $t_they makes, every shift in $t_their breathing.
It's ridiculous. $t_They's just being kind, just being $namet. This isn't... it's not... You force yourself to take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. But your fingers keep their nervous dance against your leg, betraying your internal struggle.
A few months. You've only known $t_them for a few months. $t_They's just a friend. A good friend who's helping you through a rough moment. A hot friend. That's all. That has to be all.
Right? <<if $smoke == "yes">>You take a drag of your cig, trying to distract yourself as much as you can.<</if>>
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$namet takes a long drag of $t_their cigarette, exhaling the smoke away from you <<if $smoke == "yes">>despite the fact that you're also smoking,<</if>> before letting out a small amused sound.
"Quite the spot for it, isn't it?" $t_they says, keeping $t_their tone light and friendly. "My $l_dad showed it to me a while back."
You can feel $t_their eyes on you, that gentle look $t_they sometimes gives when you say something unexpected. Your fingers fidget with the sleeves of $t_their coat, but you don't try to take back your words.
"Though I usually prefer less dramatic late afternoons," $t_they adds with a hint of humor in $t_their voice, clearly trying to ease any awkwardness you might feel about your comment.
The city lights twinkle below, creating a canvas of scattered stars on the ground that could mirror the ones above. The moment feels suspended, wrapped in the comfort of $t_their presence and the lingering warmth of the drink $t_they bought you.
"Your coat smells nice," you blurt out, immediately wanting to face-palm. Months of friendship and you still manage to make things awkward.
$namet's laugh with a slight reddening of the tip of $t_their ears makes your stomach do a little flip. "Keep it for tonight. It looks good on you."
You pull the coat tighter around yourself, hiding your smile in the collar. The scent of $t_their $t_cologne mixed with cigarette smoke is oddly comforting.
The late afternoon air is cooler against your skin, and $namet stays where $t_they is, a comfortable presence at your side. Neither too close nor too far, just being there as a friend should be.
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$t_They takes a drag of $t_their cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the dim light. When $t_they exhales, the smoke curls around $t_them before dissipating in the cold air. $t_Their ears turn a telling shade of red despite $t_their attempt at a neutral expression.
"Maybe I am," $t_they says, voice deep and teasing as $t_they glances at you sideways. "Is it working?"
You laugh, the sound lighter than minutes ago. "Smooth. Real smooth."
"I try," $t_they shrugs, but there's a small smile playing at the corner of $t_their lips. The cigarette dangles loosely between $t_their fingers<<if $smoke == "yes">>, mirroring your own<</if>> as $t_they leans back slightly on the hood. "Though I have to say, having you breaking down in my car wasn't exactly part of my master plan to win you over."
"Oh?" you raise an eyebrow, feeling bold despite—or maybe because of—everything that happened. "And what was your master plan exactly?"
$namet's ears get even redder, but $t_they maintains that composed facade. "That's classified information."
"Classified, huh?" you shift slightly closer, nudging $t_them again<<if $smoke == "yes">> as you tap the ash from your cigarette<</if>>. "What are you, some secret agent now?"
$t_They takes another drag, probably to hide $t_their growing smile. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
"Worth the risk," you counter, surprising yourself with how natural this banter feels.
$namet turns to look at you properly then, $t_their expression softening. "You're feeling better."
It's not a question, but you nod anyway. The city lights below twinkle softly, and for a moment, you both just watch them in comfortable silence.
"Thank you," you say quietly. "For... everything."
$t_They flicks $t_their cigarette, watching the ash fall. "Don't mention it." Then, with a hint of mischief in $t_their voice, "Though if you really want to thank me, you could always fall for my obviously smooth moves."
You snort, shoving $t_their shoulder playfully. "Careful there, hotshot. Your ears might catch fire."
"They might," $t_they agrees, reaching up to rub one of $t_their betraying ears, finally acknowledging their redness. "Worth the risk though."
The way $t_they echoes your earlier words makes something warm flutter in your chest, but you both know this isn't the time to explore that feeling. Not yet, if ever.
For now, this easy... friendship, this comfortable space between teasing and caring, is exactly what you need.
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$namet nearly chokes on $t_their cigarette smoke, clearing $t_their throat to cover it up. $t_Their ears turn slightly red as $t_they takes another drag, buying time to compose $t_themself.
"Only the best views for my friends," $t_they replies with a slight smirk, though $t_their ears are still noticeably pink. "Though I have to admit, the company makes it better."
You snort, pulling $t_their coat tighter around you<<if $smoke == "yes">> and taking a drag of your cigarette<</if>>. "Smooth talker."
"I try," $t_they shrugs, but there's a playful glint in $t_their eyes as $t_they glances your way. "Is it working?"
"Platonically," you remind $t_them with a grin, your heart doing a little flip at $t_their teasing tone.
$namet chuckles, the sound deep and warm. "Of course. Strictly platonic swooning." $t_They takes another drag, exhaling slowly. "But I should warn you, my platonic game is pretty strong."
"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow, feeling bold despite your earlier breakdown. "And what does that include?"
"Hmm," $t_they pretends to think, tapping $t_their cigarette. "Emergency hot drinks, dramatic restaurant visits, scenic viewpoints..." $t_They gestures vaguely at the city below. "You know, the usual friend stuff."
You both laugh, and it feels good, natural, despite everything that happened earlier. $namet shifts slightly, $t_their arm brushing against yours.
"But seriously," $t_their voice softens, though $t_they keeps $t_their eyes on the view. "You doing okay?"
"Getting there," you answer honestly, watching the smoke curl from $t_their cigarette. "Thanks to my very platonic knight in shining armor."
$namet's ears turn red again, but $t_they maintains $t_their composure, save for a slight cough. "Anytime. But I prefer 'platonic guardian angel', less medieval, more mysterious."
You can't help but roll your eyes, but can't help smiling. The city lights below twinkle like stars, and for a moment, everything feels okay. Not perfect, but okay. And right now, that's enough.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C8ROUTDEP29">><</button>>The moment is peaceful, giving the time you need after what happened. But there's this feel you can't shake off.
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*<<if $genderroe =="man">>[[You feel guilty. It's been only a few months since Elias died and you're already with another person.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP30]]<<else>>[[You feel guilty. It's been only a few months since Ellie died and you're already with another person.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP30]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe =="man">>[[You don't feel guilty. Not because you don't love Elias anymore, but because you will have to move on eventually.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP31]]<<else>>[[You don't feel guilty. Not because you don't love Ellie anymore, but because you will have to move on eventually.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP31]]<</if>>
*[[You're torn.|Chap3C8ROUTDEP32]]<<set $guiltydate to "yes">>
<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>You weren't sure about dating anyone, but it hurts you to think that $namet could be different, that $t_they could be the exception. You've been friends for a few months already and never had more than this, friendship. And yet, here you are, considering if there could be more between you two. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You were set on not dating anyone, weren't you? So why the fuck are you wavering on your decision when $namet is around? Not only do you feel guilty but also angry at yourself for thinking that way for what is supposed to be your friend. Nothing else. You're <i>not</i> gonna date $namet but just thinking about it only makes you more confused and lost.<<else>>You weren't against dating when Athiel brought up this topic, but do you feel good about it? Absolutely not. Not when it's been only a few months since your $e_boyfriend <i>died</i>. What kind of person would think about their friend that way after something so heartbreaking?<</if>>
The guilt eats at you from inside, and you hate yourself for feeling the warmth spreading in your chest each time $namet is nearby despite everything.
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<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>You weren't sure about dating anyone, and you're still not sure about it even now. And to think that $namet could be different, that $t_they could be the exception? You loved $namee, still do; but moving on shouldn't be something you should feel guilty about. It's life; one day you will eventually have to move on. Guilt is a harsh word, something you don't quite feel. Sadness, longing, love for $namee, probably, but not guilt. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You were set on not dating anyone, weren't you? And while those feelings have been building during those few months, you're still not ready for that. But if things develop into something more and end up dating $t_them? You won't feel guilty. You loved and still love $namee, but you won't stop yourself from moving on, slowly, steadily.<<else>>You weren't against it when Athiel brought up the topic of seeing people, but do you feel good about it? Not exactly. However, with time and patience, you won't feel guilty for wanting to move on. That doesn't undermine the love you felt and feel for $namee, of course not. That just means you'll let yourself live while carrying the love in your memories without any regrets.<</if>>
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<<set $guiltydate to "dunno">>
<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>Just like you were torn about dating someone and just like you're torn when you feel yourself melting under $namet's soft looks and smiles reserved for you. There are no answers, no words for what you're feeling right now. The inner turmoil is present, but there's also this warmth that keeps spreading in your chest whenever $namet is around. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You're not ready to date anyone, yet your growing feelings for your friend are here. You miss $namee, yet feel yourself relax and seek $namet's warmth and presence. You love $namee, yet $namet is slowly taking a bigger place in your heart than $t_they had slightly during those months as your friend. Contradiction after contradiction, you can't pinpoint which is more important than the other, and that only ends with you completely confused and lost.<<else>>You're ready to potentially date someone, yet can't help but watch $namet when you think $t_they's not looking. You miss $namee, yet feel yourself relax and seek $namet's warmth and presence. You love $namee, yet $namet is slowly taking a bigger place in your heart than $t_they had slightly during those few months as your friend. Contradiction after contradiction, you can't pinpoint which is more important than the other, and that only ends with you completely confused and lost.<</if>>
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"Something's on your mind?" $namet observes you on the corner of $t_their eyes in subtle curiosity.
You shake your head, keeping your eyes fixed on the city lights below. Your expression falls slightly, the earlier lightheartedness fading like smoke in the wind. $namet nods, not pushing, but $t_their presence remains steady beside you.
"Will it ever go away?" you ask after a long moment, voice barely above a whisper. "This... feeling." Your hand presses against your chest, where the ache seems permanent now. "Everyone says time heals but..."
You trail off, swallowing hard. $namet takes a long drag of $t_their cigarette, $t_their expression complicated as $t_they processes your words. The ember glows bright before $t_they exhales slowly, the smoke curling up into the late afternoon air.
$t_Their jaw tightens slightly, and something flickers in $t_their eyes—understanding, maybe, or maybe just careful consideration of how to respond.
"I don't think it goes away completely," $t_they says finally, $t_their voice low and measured. "But it changes. Becomes... different." $t_They pauses, choosing $t_their words with care. "Like a scar, maybe. Always there, but not always hurting."
You catch $t_them glancing at you, $t_their eyes holding an emotion you can't quite read. It's not pity—you've seen enough of that lately to recognize it—but something deeper, more complex. $t_Their free hand twitches slightly, like $t_they wants to reach out but isn't sure if $t_they should.
"$namee..." the name feels heavy on your tongue. "Sometimes I forget $t_they's gone. Just for a second. And then..."
$namet nods again, understanding without needing the full sentence. $t_They shifts slightly closer, not touching but offering silent support through proximity. $t_Their expression stays neutral, but there's a softness around $t_their eyes that wasn't there before.
"That's normal too," $t_they says quietly, stubbing out $t_their cigarette. "The forgetting. The remembering." $t_They looks out at the city, giving you space to process $t_their words. "There's no timeline for grief."
The wind picks up, carrying away the last wisps of smoke and bringing a chill that makes you pull $t_their coat tighter around yourself.
$namet pretends not to notice when you wipe your eyes with $t_their sleeve, $t_their gaze fixed steadily ahead, giving you this moment of vulnerability without making you feel exposed.
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<b>14:14
Valley Street – In an alleyway</b>
The usual charming yet bright smile that would lighten the mood in any place is gone, replaced by a worried frown between $l_their brows, $l_their hair messy from pulling them too much on the road. $l_Their gray eyes that once held mischievous and playful energy are now dark and cold to people passing by as $l_they walks and searches for you.
$l_Their heart sinks when $l_they finally pauses at the entrance of the alleyway. You're there, sitting on the ground and crying. It's enough to make $l_them sprint in mounting panic dissimulated behind a careful expression.
Immediately crouching down, $l_they rests a hand on your elbow to announce $l_their presence, $l_their heart racing even if $l_they's not even the one breaking. $l_Their own hand trembles against your skin, and $l_they's not sure anymore who's breaking down right now.
$l_Their gray eyes search for yours, craving reassurance that you'll be okay, but your face is covered by your palms.
"$name…" $l_they murmurs, $l_their voice achingly gentle. $l_They doesn't wait to wrap $l_their arms around you, and when you don't pull away, $l_they gathers you in $l_their arms, $l_their hand tenderly pushing the back of your head against the crook of $l_their neck. "Come here… come here…"
The touches are meant to be reassuring, comforting, and soothing despite the inner anger consuming $l_them all from inside of what possibly went wrong. $l_They's seething inside, itching to know what happened, who or what hurt you.
But after the whole therapist situation, $l_they promised $l_themself $l_they wouldn't overstep anymore. Not with you. Being nosy like $namel makes it hard to keep $l_their words; $l_they needs to know everything, needs to understand what's going on so $l_they can help you. But $l_they won't pry. <<if $angrytol == "yes">>And if $l_they's being honest, $l_they doesn't want to upset you again. $l_They hated it last time, the anger in your voice, the way you looked at $l_them like $l_they betrayed you. And maybe $l_they did unconsciously.
It won't happen no matter how much $l_they wants to know.
<</if>>"I'm here..." $l_they whispers, tightening $l_their grip around you. "I'm here, darling."
$l_They wants to keep you there, shielded from this mess that's been your life these past months, to protect you and shove away everyone and everything hurting you again and again.
$l_They never realized how much you were really hurting until getting to know you as more than the simple neighbor living across the road. $l_They never noticed the subtle hint of sadness always somewhere in the depths of your eyes, never leaving you for too long.
But now $l_they noticed it all; $l_they became aware of each of your movements, behaviors, feelings. Everything about you saddens yet makes $l_them feel alive at the same time.
Pulling away enough to have a proper look at you, $l_their hands pry away your own from your face to see those mesmerizing eyes of yours. $l_Their thumbs stroke your skin and wipe away the tears that don't want to stop, like you're the most precious thing $l_they ever held between $l_their palms.
"Here you are..." $l_they says softly with a warm smile tugging at $l_their lips. Still crouching in front of you between your legs, $l_they tilts $l_their head as $l_they continues. "Take deep breaths for me, honey."
You can't. Choking and hiccupping, your cries so raw you're barely making any sound. "I... I ca– I can't–"
$namel doesn't push, holding your gaze with a soft expression and steady eyes while $l_their thumbs keep stroking gently against your skin. "It's okay, take your time. We have all day."
"It hurts so much..." you murmur brokenly, gripping $l_their wrists to ground yourself.
"It does, doesn't it?" $namel agrees patiently, letting you let it all out at your own pace.
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*[["I'm tired of this..." you continue, lips trembling.|Chap3C8ROULDEP2]]
*[[You shake your head as your hands grip the CEO's wrists tighter, the words coming out in a broken whisper. "This is a mess..."|Chap3C8ROULDEP3]]
*[["The date didn't end up like I imagined," you try to chuckle.|Chap3C8ROULDEP4]]
*[[You sob, biting your inner cheek. "I hate this... hate feeling like shit."|Chap3C8ROULDEP5]]
*[["Thanks for coming..." you say softly, your voice cracking.|Chap3C8ROULDEP6]]
Your body trembles against $l_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $l_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
$namel's heart clenches at your broken words, $l_their thumbs never ceasing their soothing motions against your tear-stained cheeks. <<if $grief == "crybroken">>$l_They's seen you like this before, breaking down in bits and pieces over the past months, but it doesn't make it any easier to witness. If anything, it makes $l_them feel more helpless each time.<</if>>
"I know you are," $l_they murmurs, $l_their gray eyes filled with understanding.
$l_They's witnessed your struggle firsthand, both as your neighbor and now as your boss. The way you try to keep it together at work, maintaining that professional facade even when $l_they catches glimpses of your pain in quiet moments at the office.
The nights $l_they's seen your lights on at ungodly hours from across the street, knowing you're probably unable to sleep. $l_They thought about giving you less work to alleviate your worries. But what if it's not what you need? What if $l_they oversteps again? What if you hate being treated differently?
Your grip on $l_their wrists tightens, and $l_they lets you anchor yourself to $l_them. "Everything is just... too much. I can't–" you break off, a fresh wave of tears spilling over $l_their thumbs. "I can't keep pretending I'm okay..."
$namel shifts, $l_their knees protesting against the hard ground, but $l_they doesn't move away. Instead, $l_they brings one hand down to squeeze your shoulder.
"Then don't," $l_they says simply, $l_their voice gentle but firm. "You don't have to pretend with me. Not as your boss, not as your neighbor." $l_They hesitates, lips parting and closing before adding. "Not as your friend..."
That's not what $l_they wanted to say, but you don't need more things to think about. It'll only burden you, and it'll only make it more difficult for $namel.
A bitter laugh escapes you. "Some assistant I am, breaking down in an alley."
"Hey," $l_they cuts in, that familiar playful light flickering briefly in $l_their eyes, "I'll have you know my assistant is perfectly capable of multitasking."
$l_Their attempt at humor draws a watery chuckle from you, exactly what $l_they was aiming for.
$l_Their expression softens again. "You're allowed to be tired, darling. After everything..." $l_they trails off, knowing better than to mention $namee directly. "You're allowed to feel whatever you need to feel. Just... let me be here while you do."
You nod weakly, and $namel pulls you back into $l_their embrace, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubs soothing circles on your back.
$l_They might not be able to fix everything, but $l_they can be this for you: a safe haven in the storm.
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The simple statement makes $namel's heart clench painfully in $l_their chest. $l_They's seen you going through so much these past months—the loss of $namee, the struggle to keep going, taking the job as $l_their assistant...
$l_They thought having you close would help $l_them protect you better, but seeing you break down like this makes $l_them feel utterly helpless.
"Life tends to be messy sometimes," $l_they murmurs, $l_their thumbs never stopping their gentle caress on your cheeks.
$l_Their usual playful demeanor is nowhere to be found, replaced by a deep concern that darkens $l_their gray eyes.
Your body trembles against $l_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $l_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
You try to look away, but $l_they keeps you there, $l_their grip gentle yet firm. "I keep messing up everything... work, life... everything's just–" Your voice cracks, and fresh tears spill onto $l_their hands. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore."
$namel shifts closer, $l_their expensive suit getting dirty from the alley ground—$l_they couldn't care less.
"Hey, look at me," $l_they says softly, waiting until your eyes meet $l_theirs again. "You're not messing up anything. You're doing the best you can with what life threw at you. That's already more than most people could handle."
$l_Their eyes search yours, remembering how just yesterday you were organizing $l_their meetings with that determined look on your face. The same look you always had when tackling any task at work, no matter how small. "You're one of the strongest persons I know. The way you keep going, keep trying... it's admirable."
A sob escapes you, and $l_they pulls you back against $l_them, one hand cradling your head while the other wraps around your waist. $l_They feels you clutch $l_their shirt, probably wrinkling the shit out of it, but again, $l_they doesn't care.
"I miss $e_them," you whisper against $l_their neck, and $namel closes $l_their eyes, $l_their jaw clenching.
Of course you do. Three months isn't nearly enough time to heal from such a loss.
"I know," $l_they breathes out, $l_their fingers threading through your hair soothingly. "I know you do. And that's okay. It's okay to miss $e_them, to feel like everything's falling apart. But you're not alone in this mess, you hear me? I'm right here with you."
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Your fingers clutch the fabric of $l_their shirt, unwilling to let go even as you try to act like you're fine. Your body trembles against $l_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're fighting against falling further in front of $l_them.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it fighting to stay firmly on your face. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or to just plainly tell $l_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by sobs threatening to leave your lips again. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<</if>>
A heavy silence falls between you both at your mention of the date, $namel's expression tightening slightly with understanding. Of course $l_they knows, as your boss and neighbor, $l_they's noticed how hard you've been trying to move forward these past months. The first date since $namee was bound to be emotional.
$l_Their thumb continues its gentle motion on your cheek, catching fresh tears. "I can imagine," $l_they murmurs softly, $l_their usual playfulness nowhere to be found. "First steps are always the hardest, aren't they?"
You nod weakly, and $l_their heart clenches at how vulnerable you look. $l_They's used to seeing you more composed at work, efficiently handling $l_their hectic schedule and meetings. Even in your grief these past months, you've maintained a perfect level of professionalism. But here, crying in an alley, you're stripped bare of all pretense.
"I thought..." you hiccup, "I thought… $s_they was nice and then..." Your voice breaks. "And then…"
"Hey, hey," $namel soothes, $l_their arm secure around your shoulders. "There's no timeline for this. No rule book saying when you should be ready."
You lean into $l_them instinctively, and $l_they adjusts to accommodate you better. "But it's been months," you whisper, frustration evident. "I should be..."
"Should be what?" $l_they interrupts gently. "Moving on faster? Feeling less? Who made those rules?"
$l_Their question hangs in the air, your breathing gradually steadying against $l_their shoulder. The alley is quiet except for distant street noise, creating a strange bubble around you both.
"You know," $l_they continues after a moment, $l_their voice thoughtful. "As your incredibly wise and accomplished boss—" this draws a watery chuckle from you. "—I can confidently say that healing isn't a linear process. Some days are harder than others. Today happened to be one of those days."
$l_Their fingers absently run through your hair, a soothing gesture $l_they's not even fully aware of doing. "And that's okay. You're allowed to not be okay sometimes."
You grip $l_their shirt tighter, and $l_they pretends not to notice how it's getting damp with your tears. For someone usually so quick to pry and ask questions, $l_they's remarkably patient now, letting you process at your own pace.
"The date was a disaster," you finally mumble against $l_their chest.
"Then it was a disaster," $l_they agrees easily. "And I'm here now."
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Your fingers clutch the fabric of $l_their shirt, unwilling to let go even as you try to act like you're fine. Your body trembles against $l_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're fighting against falling further in front of $l_them.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it fighting to stay firmly on your face. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or to just plainly tell $l_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by sobs threatening to leave your lips again. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<</if>>
$namel's heart tightens painfully in $l_their chest at those words, $l_their thumbs never stopping their soothing motion against your skin. The words, the pain in your voice, remind $l_them of all those late nights at the office where $l_they caught you staring blankly at nothing, or those mornings where your eyes were red and puffy despite your attempt to hide it.
"I know you do," $l_they whispers softly, $l_their gray eyes following a fresh tear rolling down your cheek. "You've been so strong for so long, darling. It's okay to break sometimes."
Your grip on $l_them tightens, and $l_they lets you, knowing you need something to anchor yourself to reality. $l_They's dealt with loss before, knows the overwhelming sensation of drowning in grief. The way it sneaks up on you when you least expect it, how it makes you feel like you're losing your mind.
$l_Their knees are starting to hurt from crouching for so long, but $l_they doesn't move. Won't move until you're ready. Until you've let it all out.
"I thought... I thought I was doing better," you choke out between sobs. "But then something reminds me of $e_them and everything just... crashes down again. And I'm back to being this pathetic mess crying in an alley."
"Hey," $namel cuts in firmly but gently, one hand moving to cup your jaw. "You're not pathetic. You're grieving. There's a difference."
Your eyes finally meet $l_theirs, and the raw pain $l_they sees there makes $l_their chest ache. $l_They'd do anything to take that pain away, to see you smile genuinely again like you used to before all this.
"When's the last time you actually let yourself feel it all?" $l_they asks softly, knowingly. "Instead of burying yourself in work and pretending you're fine?"
The question makes you pause, and fresh tears spill over. Because $l_they's right—you've unconsciously been running, hiding behind spreadsheets and meetings and endless tasks, using your job as $l_their assistant to avoid dealing with the gaping hole in your chest even if it never worked for long.
"I can't... I can't stop being busy," you admit brokenly. "Because when I stop, when everything's quiet... that's when it hurts the most."
$namel nods understanding, $l_their thumb catching another tear. "Then let it hurt now. I'm here. I've got you."
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Your body trembles against $l_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $l_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
The words hit something deep in $namel's chest, making $l_their heart clench painfully. Of course $l_they came. No matter where you are, $l_they'll always come running if you need $l_them. That's what $l_they's been doing these past months since $namee passed away. Trying to help you, to be here for you at any time of the day.
$l_Their thumbs stop their gentle strokes against your cheeks, and $l_they looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. $l_Their gray eyes are filled with a mix of pain and determination, like $l_they's physically hurting seeing you like this.
"Don't thank me for being here," $l_they murmurs, $l_their voice low and tender. "I'll always come for you. Always."
There's something in the way $l_they says it that makes your breath catch. It's a promise, one that holds more weight than just being there when you're breaking down in an alley. You know $namel enough now to understand that $l_they means more than your boss, more than your neighbor. Though, whether $l_they meant as a friend or something else entirely, you don't analyze it too closely.
You've seen $l_them at work, commanding a room full of executives with unwavering confidence. You've witnessed $l_their playful side, always ready with a witty comment or a mischievous grin. But this... this is different.
$l_Their hands slide down to your shoulders, squeezing gently. "You know," $l_they starts, a small smile tugging at $l_their lips. "I had a board meeting waiting for me when I got your call."
You gasp, guilt immediately flooding your system. "$namel, you shouldn't have–"
"I should have, and I did," $l_they cuts you off firmly but kindly. $l_They shifts closer, $l_their expensive suit getting dirty from the alley ground, but $l_they doesn't seem to care. "So don't thank me. Don't ever thank me for doing what any decent person would do. What any friend would do."
Friend. The word shouldn't make your heart ache the way it does, but you push that thought away. Right now, you're just grateful $l_they's here, holding you together when you feel like falling apart.
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Your sobs shift to soft and quiet hiccups. It's only then that $namel decides to sit down next to you, not caring if $l_their tailored clothes get dirty. $l_Their hand still continues $l_their ministration, this time on your back—rubbing soothing circles along your back.
"It's dirty..." you mumble, scrunching your nose. "Your clothes are gonna–"
"I can wash them," $l_they cuts in gently, turning $l_their head as $l_they adds. "And I don't mind."
You let your head fall against $l_their shoulder.
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$namel shifts slightly, $l_their arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you closer against $l_their side. The expensive fabric of $l_their suit feels soft against your cheek, and you can smell $l_their familiar $l_cologne—a hint of spice and something fancy that always lingers in $l_their office.
"Stop apologizing," $l_they says firmly yet gently. "I told you, nothing is more important than this. Than you." You feel $l_them sigh, $l_their chest rising and falling steadily. "Besides, the meeting would've been boring anyway. Same old suits talking about the same old numbers." $l_Their fingers start playing absently with your hair. "You actually did me a favor, getting me out of there."
A weak laugh escapes your lips despite yourself. It's typically $namel, trying to lighten the mood especially in situations like this. You've seen $l_them do it countless times at work, diffusing tension in heated meetings with a well-placed quip or a charming smile.
"I'm sure the board members weren't happy," you mumble against $l_their shoulder.
"They're never happy," $l_they chuckles, and you can hear the smile in $l_their voice. "That's their default state. I've tried telling jokes during presentations, but apparently, revenue projections aren't the best time for comedy."
$l_Their attempt at humor works somewhat, drawing a small smile from you.
"And honestly," $l_they continues, $l_their voice taking on a more serious tone. "I'd rather be here in a dirty alley with you than in that sterile boardroom any day. At least here I'm doing something that matters."
The sincerity in $l_their voice makes your heart squeeze. You've known each other for years as neighbors, but these past few months since $namee... since you started working for $l_them... everything's different now. Deeper somehow.
$namel stirs beside you, carefully extracting $l_their arm from around your shoulders. $l_They stands up in one fluid motion, brushing off $l_their pants before extending $l_their hand toward you. $l_Their gray eyes are warm and inviting as $l_they looks down at you.
"Let's get you somewhere else," $l_they says softly, $l_their hand still outstretched.
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$namel's hand on your back stills for a moment before resuming its soothing pattern. You can feel the subtle shift in $l_their posture, the way $l_their shoulders tense slightly at your words.
"You're not ridiculous," $l_they says firmly, $l_their voice carrying that tone $l_they usually uses in the office when someone tries to challenge $l_their decisions. But there's a gentleness underneath it, reserved only for moments like these. "You're hurting."
You let out a wet laugh that sounds more like a sob. "Look at me, though. Crying in some dirty alley, calling my boss because I couldn't handle–" your voice cracks, and you have to take a shaky breath. "–all of this."
"First of all," $namel starts, $l_their hand moving to squeeze your shoulder. "I'm not here as your boss. I'm here as $namel, your absolutely charming neighbor who happens to make the best teriyaki chicken in town." That earns snort from you despite yourself. "And second, handling grief isn't about being strong all the time. Sometimes it's about breaking down in dirty alleys and letting someone be there for you."
$l_Their words hit close to home, making fresh tears well up in your eyes. You've been trying so hard to keep it together, to be professional at work, to act like you're moving on.
But some days, like today, it all becomes too much.
"Besides," $l_they continues, $l_their voice taking on that playful tone you're so familiar with. "If anyone's ridiculous here, it's me. I mean, look at this suit. I paid more for it than my first car, and here I am, sitting in god knows what."
You glance at $l_them, catching the warm smile on $l_their face, the one that makes $l_their gray eyes crinkle at the corners. It's the same smile $l_they gives you when you bring $l_them some important documents in the morning, or when you catch $l_them trying to balance a pencil on $l_their nose during long meetings.
$namel shifts beside you, getting up in one smooth motion despite sitting on the hard ground. $l_They holds out $l_their hand to you, $l_their expression soft but determined.
"Let's get you somewhere else."
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Your voice is hoarse from crying and your eyes still puffy. You're trying to lighten the mood, but the attempt only makes $namel's heart ache more.
$l_They turns $l_their head to look at you, those gray eyes studying your profile with such intensity it makes your skin tingle. There's something raw and unguarded in $l_their gaze, something that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"Even more now," $l_they says without missing a beat, $l_their voice low and sincere. When you snort in disbelief, $l_they shifts slightly to face you better. "I mean it. You know why?"
"No, but do tell me," you shake your head, still not meeting $l_their eyes.
"Because you're real," $l_they continues, $l_their hand never stopping its soothing motion on your back. "You're not trying to be perfect or put together. You're just... you. Messy tears, runny nose and all." $l_Their lips quirk up in that signature playful smile of $l_theirs. "And that's reaaaaaally beautiful."
You can't help but laugh wetly at that, shoving $l_their shoulder weakly. "Right. You're just saying that because you're my neighbor."
"Oh please," $l_they scoffs, the familiar teasing tone creeping back into $l_their voice. "When has being your neighbor ever stopped me from being honest? I already told you once your coffee tasted like motor oil."
That pulls another laugh from you, slightly stronger this time. "That wasn't even my fault, the coffee machine was acting weird. You were just being an ass."
"An ass who still thinks you're hot," $l_they counters smoothly, and there's something in $l_their voice that makes you finally look at $l_them.
$l_Their eyes are twinkling with that usual mischief, an underlying warmth that makes your heart skip. The moment stretches between you, charged with something neither of you is ready to name.
$namel breaks it first, clearing $l_their throat as $l_they pushes $l_themself up from the dirty ground. $l_They holds out $l_their hand to you, $l_their smile soft and inviting. "Let's get you somewhere else."
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$namel's chest tightens at the raw sincerity in your voice. $l_Their arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you closer against $l_their side. The expensive fabric of $l_their suit feels soft against your tear-stained cheek, and you can smell $l_their familiar $l_cologne. A scent that's become oddly comforting over these past months.
"You don't need to thank me," $l_they murmurs.
Gone is the commanding yet charming CEO who runs meetings with unwavering authority, or the playful neighbor who throws witty remarks when $l_they can. This is just $namel, stripped bare of all pretenses, being there for you.
$l_Their thumb continues its soothing motion against your shoulder, and you feel $l_their chest rise and fall with a deep breath.
"You know," $l_they starts, $l_their voice thoughtful, "I remember the first time I saw something break inside you. It was right after..." $l_they pauses, knowing you both know what $l_they means. "You were trying to unlock your door, but your hands were shaking too much and your key fell."
You remember that day. How $l_their $t_son had gently taken your keys, and opened the door for you without a single question while $namel wore that worried gaze on you the whole time.
"You were numb," $l_they continues, a hint of $l_their usual warmth creeping into $l_their voice. "And I was watching without knowing what to do. But I want to be here for you now, $name. So you don't have to hide your pain from me, you don't have to act like you're okay. Not with me."
$l_Their words wrap around you like a warm blanket, and you feel the last of your tension slowly seeping away. The alley doesn't feel as cold anymore, despite the cold of winter.
"Besides," $l_they adds, and you can hear the smile in $l_their voice. "What kind of friend would I be if I left my best friend crying in an alley? Ekissa would have my head."
That earns a weak chuckle from you. <i>$l_They wishes.</i> After a moment, $namel shifts beside you. $l_They gets up in one smooth motion, brushing off $l_their pants before extending $l_their hand to you.
$l_Their gray eyes are warm and inviting as $l_they looks down at you. "Let's get you somewhere else."
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$namel lets out a quiet chuckle, not $l_their usual bright and charming one, but something softer, more intimate. $l_Their hand doesn't stop its soothing motions on your back as $l_they glances around the alley. Empty bottles, trash bags and cardboard boxes are scattered around, and the smell is… indeed unpleasant.
"It does," $l_they agrees, $l_their voice carrying a hint of amusement. "When you call me, I didn't expect to find you in this..." $l_they pauses, searching for the right word, "...scenic location."
You snort despite yourself, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. The sound makes $l_their lips quirk up slightly, pleased to hear something other than your heartbreaking sobs.
"I just..." you start, then stop, taking a shaky breath. "I couldn't stay there. I needed somewhere quiet."
"Ah yes, because nothing is better than sitting next to..." $l_they leans forward slightly, squinting at something near the dumpster. "What I guess might be yesterday's fish special."
The comment draws a wet laugh from you, and you feel $l_them smile against your hair.
"You're an idiot," you mutter, but there's no heat behind it.
"Maybe," $l_they concedes easily. "But I'm an idiot who's currently sitting in what might be motor oil to keep you company, so I'd say I deserve some credit."
Finally, $l_they shifts slightly, and you feel $l_them squeeze your shoulder gently before pulling away. You lift your head from $l_their shoulder as $l_they stands up, brushing off $l_their pants in a futile attempt to pat the dust and dirt away.
Then $l_they turns to you, holding out $l_their hand with a warm smile. "Let's get you somewhere else."
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In $namel's car, you glance up when $l_they opens $l_their car door and hop in to sit on the driver's seat with warm drinks for you two and a large paper bag.
"Here we go, we have muffins, cupcakes..."
$l_They continues to list the food under your speechless expression, your gaze catching a glimpse in the paper bag to see the dozen of sweets inside.
<i>No wonder $l_they was taking so much time.</i>
"And I got you... this," $l_they adds, wrapping the blanket around you. "I'm getting you somewhere where you'll need this. Ready to go?"
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*[[You blink at the CEO, confused, weirdly pleased, and confused again. You respond with a small nod.|Chap3C8ROULDEP14]]
*[["Where are we going?" you ask curiously.|Chap3C8ROULDEP15]]
*[["What's all of this? Is it my birthday?" you snort.|Chap3C8ROULDEP16]]
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"That's all the reaction I get for taking care of you?" $namel pouts playfully bringing back the lightness in full force, as hard as $l_they can. $l_Their eyes twinkling despite $l_their exaggerated hurt expression. "Here I am, being the most thoughtful boss-slash-friend-slash-neighbor in existence, and all I get is a silent nod?"
You can't help but laugh softly at $l_their dramatic antics, feeling the warmth from both the blanket and $l_their caring gesture wash over you. After your breakdown in the alley earlier, you hadn't expected $l_them to go this far.
"I... I just don't know what to say," you admit, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. "You left work early, came to get me, and now all this..." You gesture at the abundance of treats. "I'm kind of overwhelmed, in a good way."
"Well, that's more like it," $l_they grins, starting the car. "Though I was hoping for at least a round of applause or maybe a standing ovation." $l_They winks at you, making you roll your eyes with a smile. "You know, something more flashy."
"In your car? With a blanket wrapped around me? That might be a bit difficult," you retort, already feeling lighter despite the heaviness of earlier events.
"Details, details," $l_they waves $l_their hand dismissively, but $l_their eyes soften when $l_they glances at you. "But seriously, after the... you needed this. And I'm not just your boss. Friends take care of each other."
You sink deeper into the blanket, touched by $l_their words. "Thank you, $namel. Really. Though I still want to know where we're going..."
"Ah-ah," $l_they shakes $l_their head, $l_their features softening as $l_they pulls out onto the street. "That would ruin the surprise. But trust me, it's somewhere perfect for recovering from a rough day."
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$namel's eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint as $l_they starts the car, the engine purring to life. $l_Their usual charming smile is back, though softer than $l_their typical work smirk that makes interns stumble over their words.
"That," $l_they says, smoothly pulling out of the parking spot. "Is a surprise." You open your mouth to protest, $l_they shakes $l_their head, "And before you start arguing—which I know you will because I've been your neighbor long enough to recognize that look—just trust me on this one."
You sink further into the passenger seat, giving up, for now. The blanket is impossibly soft, and you catch a whiff of something that smells suspiciously like fabric softener. It's clearly new, and knowing $namel, probably ridiculously expensive. You'd have felt uncomfortable of $l_them buying you expensive stuff if you weren't in this state, but now you're too focus on trying to feel better.
"Last time you said 'trust me' at work, we ended up having to reschedule an entire week of meetings because you decided to spontaneously fly to Paris for a 'crucial negotiation'," you can't help to remind $l_them, though there's no real bite in your words.
$l_They laughs, the sound rich and warm in the confined space of $l_their car. "That deal was worth it though, wasn't it?" $l_Their eyes briefly meet yours before returning to the road. "Besides, this is different. This isn't CEO $namel making impulsive business decisions. This is just... $namel."
You reach for one of the drinks $l_they brought, the warmth seeping through the cup and into your cold fingers.
"Still doesn't tell me where we're going," you mutter, taking a sip.
"No, it doesn't," $l_they agrees cheerfully, taking a turn. "But I promise you'll like it. And if you don't..." $l_they pauses, drumming $l_their fingers on the steering wheel. "Well, you can complain to my assistant."
You can't help but smile at that. "I'm your assistant."
"I know."
"And that's a bold bet, $l_Mr. CEO," you raise a brow, and $l_their grin widens.
"I'm feeling confident," $l_they says simply, continuing driving into the unknown.
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$namel glances at you, $l_their gray eyes twinkling with that mischief you're used to seeing when $l_they's about to do something impulsive.
"No," $l_they says, starting the engine. "But you looked like you needed something sweet." $l_Their lips quirk up in that charming smile of $l_theirs. "And since I wasn't sure what you'd prefer right now, I got... well, everything."
You look down at the abundance of treats, feeling something warm spread in your chest. "Everything is an understatement," you say, peeking into the bag again. "Did you buy out the entire bakery?"
"Only half," $l_they replies with a casual shrug, but you catch the pleased look on $l_their face when you pull out a muffin. "The other half was for the old lady behind me who looked like she needed a pick-me-up too. Though," $l_they adds thoughtfully. "I think she was more interested in me than the pastries."
That draws a genuine laugh from you, the first one since $l_they found you in that alley. "Of course she was. CEO $namel Melth, buying out bakeries and charming old people. Quite the headline."
"Hey now," $l_they protests, but $l_their eyes are dancing with amusement as $l_they navigates through traffic. "I'll have you know I'm very selective with my charm. It's a premium service, not available to just anyone."
You roll your eyes, taking a bite of the muffin. "Right, that's why you had Jane from Accounting practically swooning last week when you complimented her spreadsheets."
"That was professional appreciation!" $l_they defends, but $l_they's grinning now, clearly happy to see you engaging in your usual banter. "And," $l_they adds, $l_their voice softening slightly. "There's only one person at work whose smile I actually care about seeing."
The words hang in the air between you, heavy with meaning, but before you can process them properly, $l_they's already changing the subject, asking if you want to try the red velvet cupcake next.
You let $l_them, pretending not to notice how $l_they's trying not to linger on this topic.
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$namel's eyes sparkle with that mischievous glint as $l_they starts the car, $l_their lips curling into that charming smile of $l_theirs. It's the one that usually means trouble at work, the one that appears right before $l_they drops a mountain of files on your desk or when $l_they's about to do something completely unplanned during meetings.
"Watch me," $l_they challenges playfully, pulling away from the curb. "I'll have you know I have an incredibly high tolerance for sugar. It's my superpower, actually. How do you think I maintain this endless energy?"
You snort, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself. "Here I thought it was the expensive coffee machine in your office."
"That's just for show," $l_they winks, taking a turn. "The real secret is pure, unadulterated sugar. Why do you think I always carry candy in my pocket?"
"Because you're basically a five-year-old trapped in a CEO's body?"
$l_Their laugh fills the car, rich and genuine. "Ouch. Here I am, being the perfect <<if $genderrol == "man">>gentleman<<else>>gentlewoman<</if>>, buying you comfort food, and you wound me like this." $l_They places a hand over $l_their heart dramatically, though $l_their eyes stay focused on the road. "My own friend, betraying me."
You reach for one of the drinks $l_they brought, the warmth seeping through the cup and into your cold fingers.
"A perfect <<if $genderrol == "man">>gentleman<<else>>gentlewoman<</if>> wouldn't buy enough sweets to feed an entire office," you point out, though there's no bite in your words. "Are you trying to fatten me up?"
"Ah, but a perfect <<if $genderrol == "man">>gentleman<<else>>gentlewoman<</if>> would know exactly what $l_their crying friend needs," $l_they counters smoothly, briefly glancing at you with a softer expression. "And sometimes, that means buying every single pastry that looked even remotely good."
You look down at the paper bag between your feet, filled to the brim with various treats. It's such a $namel thing to do…
"Thank you," you murmur, and you mean it for more than just the sweets.
$l_Their response is a gentle smile and a quiet "Always," as $l_they continues driving toward wherever $l_they's taking you.
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"You know, there was this gentleman at the bakery who was quite nice," $namel says as $l_they drives, stealing glances at you to make sure you're comfortable. "Even gave me a discount for all of this. Said something about being his best customer of the day."
You can't help but snort softly. "He was probably flirting with you."
"Oh?" $namel's gray eyes light up with interest, a playful smirk tugging at $l_their lips as $l_they takes a turn. $l_Their hands move smoothly on the steering wheel, $l_their expensive watch catching the light. "Well, would you look at that? Still got it even in my old age."
There's that hint of pride in $l_their voice that makes you roll your eyes fondly. Trust $namel to turn a simple bakery encounter into an ego boost. $l_They knows $l_they's hot, you know $l_they's hot, everyone knows that despite $l_their old age.
You hum noncommittally, taking a sip of your drink. "If you say so."
"Aww, you're mean," $l_they pouts, actually pouts, which looks ridiculous on a 43-year-old CEO in a three-piece suit—albeit a dirty one now. "Here I am, trying to impress you with my eternal charm and you just..." $l_they waves one hand dramatically while keeping the other on the wheel. "…brush it off like that."
The theatrical display draws a small but genuine smile from you, which seems to be exactly what $l_they was aiming for, judging by the satisfied look on $l_their face.
"Whatever, $namel," you sigh fondly.
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<b><i>A few minutes later…</i></b>
$namel pulls up at an empty beach near Oakwood Plaza Street. The winter wind whips at the waves, creating a serene yet melancholic atmosphere that somehow matches your mood.
The beach is completely deserted—not surprising given the season.
"Stay here," $l_they says softly, squeezing your knee before getting out of the car.
You watch through the windshield as $l_they moves to the trunk, $l_their frame slightly hunched against the cold wind. $l_Their usually perfectly styled black hair is getting messier by the second, and you can see $l_them muttering to $l_themself as $l_they wrestles with something in the back.
Finally, $l_they emerges with two retractable chairs, looking quite pleased with $l_themself. You observe $l_them as $l_they sets them up in front of the car, facing the ocean. The way $l_they positions them—close enough for comfort but not too close to be inappropriate—speaks of the careful balance $l_they's maintained since you started working for $l_them.
When $l_they's satisfied with the arrangement, $l_they turns back to the car and knocks on your window, that familiar charming smile on $l_their face. But it's softer now, more genuine than the one $l_they uses in board meetings or with clients.
"Your seat awaits, <<if $gender == "woman">>my lady<<elseif $gender == "man">>my lord<<else>>my honored one<</if>>," $l_their voice comes muffled through the glass, gesturing dramatically at the chairs like a maitre d'hôtel at a fancy restaurant.
You can't help but shake your head at $l_their antics, gathering the warm paper bag and drinks. The moment you step out, the cold air hits you, making you grateful for the blanket $l_they gave you earlier.
$namel's already settling into one of the chairs, $l_their long legs stretched out in front of $l_them. $l_Their expensive shoes are getting sandy, and $l_their suit is already wrinkled from sitting in the alley earlier, but $l_they doesn't seem to care. Instead, $l_they's looking at you with those warm gray eyes, patting the chair next to $l_them.
"Come on," $l_they says, $l_their voice carrying over the sound of the waves. "I know it's not exactly five-star dining, but..." $l_they shrugs, a small smile playing on $l_their lips. "Sometimes the best therapy is just sitting by the ocean with good company and too many sweets."
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You sink into the chair next to $namel, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders as you take in the view. The waves crash rhythmically against the shore, creating a soothing symphony with the winter wind. Despite the cold, there's something peaceful about being here, away from everything and everyone.
You take a deep breath, letting the salty air fill your lungs. It's different from the stench of the alley. Cleaner, fresher, purifying.
$namel watches you quietly, a warm smile playing on $l_their lips. Without a word, $l_they reaches for the paper bag in your hands, trading it for your warm drink.
"Careful, it's still hot," $l_they murmurs, $l_their voice barely audible over the waves.
Then, in a gesture so natural it catches you off guard, $l_their fingers find their way to the back of your head. They thread through your hair gently, not demanding or suggestive, but comforting—like $l_they's done this a thousand times before.
$l_Their touch is warm despite the cold air, and you find yourself unconsciously leaning into it.
"Better?" $l_they asks softly, $l_their fingers working in slow, soothing patterns against your scalp.
The domesticity of the moment strikes you. Sitting here with $namel, wrapped in $l_their blanket, $l_their hand in your hair while the ocean stretches endlessly before you. It's intimate in a way that has nothing to do with romance or desire, just pure comfort and care.
You close your eyes, letting yourself relax under $l_their touch. This is $namel, the $l_man who dropped everything to find you in an alley and brought you to the beach with too many sweets and gentle touches.
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*[[You feel your cheeks heating up at the intimate and domestic gesture. You hope your voice is steady enough when you mumble. "T-Thanks… for, y'know," you wave vaguely around. "Everything."|Chap3C8ROULDEP21]]
*[[You feel your cheeks heating up, but only a warm smile touches your lips. "You're… adorable."|Chap3C8ROULDEP22]]
*[["A bit more and I'll think you're trying to get in my pants," you chuckle.|Chap3C8ROULDEP23]]
*[["Touchy, aren't you?" you smirk… and immediately regret, flustered by your own words. "I mean… whatever."|Chap3C8ROULDEP24]]
*[["That's why the blanket?" you ask with a small smile, oblivious to what the intimate touch could mean for the CEO.|Chap3C8ROULDEP25]]
$namel's fingers don't stop their gentle movement in your hair, but $l_their smile softens even more if that's even possible. Usually, this would be the perfect moment for $l_them to tease you, to make some playful comment that would leave you flustered and stammering. You've seen $l_them do it countless times at work with clients, with other employees, even with you on better days.
But not tonight.
Tonight, $l_they just hums softly, $l_their eyes reflecting the late afternoon as $l_they watches you with an expression you can't quite read. "You don't need to thank me," $l_they says quietly, $l_their voice carrying none of $l_their usual mischief. "I meant what I said earlier. I'll always be here when you need me."
$l_Their hand moves from your hair to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before returning to its previous position. The gesture is so natural, so comfortable, it makes your heart do a funny little flip in your chest.
"Besides," $l_they continues, reaching for the paper bag with $l_their free hand. "I got to traumatize my board members by walking out before the meeting even start, got my suit ruined in what I'm pretty sure was motor oil, and now I'm sitting on a beach in winter eating overpriced pastries." $l_They pulls out a chocolate muffin, examining it with exaggerated seriousness. "I'd say I'm having quite an adventurous evening."
You can't help but let out a small laugh, which seems to please $l_them immensely. $l_Their fingers scratch lightly at your scalp in response, and you have to fight the urge to lean further into $l_their touch like a content cat.
"Drink your coffee before it gets cold," $l_they reminds you gently, $l_their own cup balanced carefully on $l_their knee. "And pick whatever you want from the bag."
The warmth from the cup seeps through your fingers as you take a sip, matching the warmth spreading through your chest from $l_their presence beside you. The waves continue their endless dance with the shore, and for the first time today, you feel like you can breathe properly again.
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The words slip out before you can stop them, soft and honest. Maybe it's the gentleness of $l_their touch, or the way $l_they's been taking care of you, but in this moment, the usually suave and flirtatious CEO just seems... achingly sweet.
$namel's fingers pause briefly in your hair, and you can feel $l_their surprise at your unexpected comment. Usually, $l_they's the one making others blush with $l_their shameless flirting and bold remarks. But instead of turning it into a teasing moment like $l_they normally would, $l_their hand resumes its soothing motion.
"Adorable?" $l_they echoes quietly, $l_their voice carrying a hint of amusement but none of $l_their usual playfulness. "That's a first. I've been called many things, but adorable isn't usually one of them."
You turn slightly to look at $l_them, your smile growing warmer. "Well, you are. Sitting in a dirty alley with me, buying half a bakery's worth of sweets, bringing me to the beach..." you gesture at the setup around you. "Setting up chairs like we're having a fancy picnic..."
$l_Their gray eyes soften as $l_they looks at you, and there's something vulnerable in $l_their expression that makes your heart skip a beat.
"I suppose I am," $l_they admits with a small shrug, $l_their fingers still threading gently through your hair. "Though I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread that around the office. I have a reputation to maintain, you know."
"Don't worry," you say, taking a sip of your warm drink. "Your secret's safe with me. Wouldn't want anyone to know their CEO is actually a softie who gives out blankets and head massages."
$l_They chuckles softly, the sound mixing with the waves.
"Only to special people," $l_they murmurs, and there's a weight to $l_their words that makes you glad the growing darkness hides your fluster.
You both fall into comfortable silence, the ocean providing a peaceful backdrop to this moment you're sharing.
$l_Their hand remains in your hair, a steady, comforting presence that makes you feel anchored when everything else seems to be drifting.
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Usually, this would be the perfect opening for $namel to throw back one of $l_their flirtatious comments. You've seen $l_them do it countless times at work, turning people into blushing messes with just a few well-chosen words and that signature smirk of $l_theirs. You've been on the receiving end of that playful banter more times than you can count.
But tonight, $l_their response is different.
$l_Their fingers don't stop their gentle movements in your hair, and when you glance at $l_them, $l_their smile is warm rather than teasing.
"Not tonight," $l_they says softly, $l_their voice carrying over the sound of the waves. "Tonight, I'm just taking care of you."
The simplicity of $l_their statement catches you off guard. You're used to your dynamic with $namel being full of playful flirtation and witty comebacks. This... this is new territory.
"That's new," you say, trying to maintain your usual confidence despite the way your heart is doing weird things in your chest. "The great $namel Melth, passing up an opportunity to flirt? Should I check if you're running a fever?"
$l_They chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. "I'm full of surprises, aren't I?"
"That you are," you agree, taking a sip of your drink. "Though I have to say, bringing me to an empty beach in winter might be the most surprising yet."
$l_Their fingers scratch lightly at your scalp, making you hum in contentment. "Would you rather be somewhere else?"
You look out at the ocean, at the way the fading sun reflects off the waves, at the empty stretch of beach that feels like it belongs only to you two right now.
"No," you admit quietly. "No, I wouldn't."
The silence that follows is comfortable, filled only by the sound of waves and the occasional rustle as $namel reaches for the paper bag of sweets. $l_Their hand never leaves your hair, and you find yourself grateful for this moment of peace, for this version of $namel that's just... here.
No flirting, no teasing, just presence.
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You duck your head, mortified by your own attempt at being bold. Why the hell did you have to go and ruin this moment? Now you're just a mess, well, another kind of mess this time.
It's the kind of comment $namel usually makes, playful, flirtatious, designed to make others flustered. But coming from you, especially now, it feels awkward and out of place.
Surprisingly, $namel doesn't take the bait. Usually, $l_they'd jump at the chance to tease you, to turn your words back on you until you're a blushing mess. That's $l_their specialty, making suggestive comments during meetings that only you can hear, throwing winks your way when no one's looking, always pushing to see how flustered $l_they could make you.
But now, $l_their fingers just continue their gentle ministrations in your hair, $l_their touch remaining soft and comforting rather than teasing.
"Mhmm," $l_they hums softly, $l_their voice carrying nothing but warmth. "Is it helping?"
You risk a glance at $l_them, expecting to find $l_their usual mischievous grin, but instead, you're met with gentle gray eyes and a soft smile. It makes your heart do something funny in your chest.
"Yeah," you admit quietly, looking back at the ocean. "It's... nice."
$l_Their thumb brushes against the nape of your neck, and you have to suppress a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold.
"Good," $l_they says simply.
The waves continue their endless dance before you, and you find yourself relaxing further into $l_their touch. The embarrassment from your failed attempt at flirting fades away, replaced by comfortable silence.
"You know," you start after a while, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't expect my day to end like this."
$namel's fingers pause for a moment before resuming their gentle pattern. "On a beach with your incredibly handsome boss?"
You let out a soft snort, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. "With my incredibly modest boss, you mean."
$l_Their quiet chuckle joins the sound of the waves, and you feel yourself smile despite everything. It's strange how natural this feels—sitting here with $namel, $l_their hands in your hair, trading gentle barbs where you can just be... you.
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$namel's fingers pause for a brief moment in your hair before resuming their gentle movements. $l_Their warm chuckle carries over the sound of the waves, but it's different from $l_their usual playful laugh.
There's something tender in it, almost fond.
"Well," $l_they says softly, "I couldn't let you freeze out here, could I? What kind of boss would that make me?"
You hum contentedly, taking a sip of your warm drink. "A normal one, probably. Most CEOs don't take their assistants to beaches in winter."
"Most CEOs don't have assistants like you," $l_they responds simply, $l_their voice carrying none of $l_their usual flirtatious tone. There's just warmth and sincerity.
You laugh quietly, shaking your head slightly but not enough to dislodge $l_their comforting touch. "Right, because most assistants don't have breakdowns in alleys and make their boss leave important meetings."
$l_Their fingers tighten slightly in your hair—not painful, just... caught of guard by your words in this peaceful setting.
"Hey," $l_they says firmly but gently. "None of that. You're allowed to have bad days. You're allowed to need someone."
The waves crash against the shore, filling the silence that follows $l_their words. You pull the blanket tighter around yourself, breathing in its familiar scent.
"Still," you murmur. "You didn't have to do all this. The blanket, the sweets, the beach..."
You gesture vaguely at the scene before you. $namel's hand moves from your hair to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I wanted to," $l_they says simply, like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like dropping everything to comfort you with seaside snacks is just another Tuesday for $l_them.
You glance at $l_them from the corner of your eye, catching the soft expression on $l_their face as $l_they gazes out at the ocean. In the dim light, with $l_their hair tousled by the wind and $l_their expensive suit covered in alley grime and sand, $l_they looks less like the powerful CEO and more like... just $namel. Your neighbor. Your friend. A hot one at that.
"Thank you," you whisper, not sure if $l_they can hear it over the waves, but feeling the need to say it anyway.
$l_Their response is to simply reach for the paper bag, pulling out a muffin and breaking it in half to share with you.
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A comfortable silence falls between you two as you both nibble on your shared muffin. The waves continue their endless dance with the shore, and the wind carries the salty scent of the ocean.
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*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You feel guilty. It's been only a few months since Elias died and you're already with another person.|Chap3C8ROULDEP27]]<<else>>[[You feel guilty. It's been only a few months since Ellie died and you're already with another person.|Chap3C8ROULDEP27]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You don't feel guilty. Not because you don't love Elias anymore, but because you will have to move on eventually.|Chap3C8ROULDEP28]]<<else>>[[You don't feel guilty. Not because you don't love Ellie anymore, but because you will have to move on eventually.|Chap3C8ROULDEP28]]<</if>>
*[[You're torn.|Chap3C8ROULDEP29]]<<set $guiltydate to "yes">>
<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>You weren't sure about dating anyone, but it hurts you to think that $namel could be different, that $l_they could be the exception. You've been friends for a few months already and never had more than this, friendship. And yet, here you are, considering if there could be more between you two. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You were set on not dating anyone, weren't you? So why the fuck are you wavering on your decision when $namel is around? Not only do you feel guilty but also angry at yourself for thinking that way for what is supposed to be your friend. Nothing else. You're <i>not</i> gonna date $namel but just thinking about it only makes you more confused and lost.<<else>>You weren't against dating when Athiel brought up this topic, but do you feel good about it? Absolutely not. Not when it's been only a few months since your $e_boyfriend <i>died</i>. What kind of person would think about their friend that way after something so heartbreaking?<</if>>
The guilt eats at you from inside, and you hate yourself for feeling the warmth spreading in your chest each time $namel is nearby despite everything.
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<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>You weren't sure about dating anyone, and you're still not sure about it even now. And to think that $namel could be different, that $l_they could be the exception? You loved $namee, still do; but moving on shouldn't be something you should feel guilty about. It's life; one day you will eventually have to move on. Guilt is a harsh word, something you don't quite feel. Sadness, longing, love for $namee, probably, but not guilt. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You were set on not dating anyone, weren't you? And while those feelings have been building during those few months, you're still not ready for that. But if things develop into something more and end up dating $l_them? You won't feel guilty. You loved and still love $namee, but you won't stop yourself from moving on, slowly, steadily.<<else>>You weren't against dating when Athiel brought up the topic of seeing people, but do you feel good about it? Not exactly. However, with time and patience, you won't feel guilty for wanting to move on. That doesn't undermine the love you felt and feel for $namee, of course not. That just means you'll let yourself live while carrying the love in your memories without any regrets.<</if>>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C8ROULDEP30">><</button>><<set $guiltydate to "dunno">>
<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>Just like you were torn about dating someone and just like you're torn when you feel yourself melting under $namel's soft looks and smiles reserved for you. There are no answers, no words for what you're feeling right now. The inner turmoil is present, but there's also this warmth that keeps spreading in your chest whenever $namel is around. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You're not ready to date anyone, yet your growing feelings for your friend are here. You miss $namee, yet feel yourself relax and seek $namel's warmth and presence. You love $namee, yet $namel is slowly taking a bigger place in your heart than $l_they had slightly during those months as your friend. Contradiction after contradiction, you can't pinpoint which is more important than the other, and that only ends with you completely confused and lost.<<else>>You're ready to potentially date someone, yet can't help but watch $namel when you think $l_they's not looking. You miss $namee, yet feel yourself relax and seek $namel's warmth and presence. You love $namee, yet $namel is slowly taking a bigger place in your heart than $l_they had slightly during those few months as your friend. Contradiction after contradiction, you can't pinpoint which is more important than the other, and that only ends with you completely confused and lost.<</if>>
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$namel's hand has found its way back to your hair, the gentle touch grounding you in the present.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" $l_they asks softly, $l_their gray eyes studying your profile with gentle concern.
You take another small bite of the muffin, buying time. "Just... thinking."
$l_They doesn't push, doesn't try to force the words out of you. $l_They just waits, $l_their fingers still threading through your hair in that soothing rhythm. It's this surprising patience, this understanding that finally makes the question bubble up from somewhere deep inside you.
"Will it ever go...?" Your voice is barely a whisper, almost lost in the sound of the waves. "The pain?"
You don't need to specify what pain—or who. $namel knows it's about $namee. The movement of $l_their fingers falters for a moment, then resumes.
When $l_they speaks, $l_their voice is gentle but honest. "I don't think it ever completely goes away. But..." $l_they pauses, choosing $l_their words carefully. "It changes. Becomes different. Less sharp. More like... a memory of the pain rather than the pain itself."
You let $l_their words sink in, feeling the warmth of $l_their presence beside you, the weight of $l_their hand in your hair, anchoring you to this moment, to this beach, to $l_them.
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<b>14:20
Valley Street...</b>
Out of breath, Athiel pushes through ragged breath, running faster and faster until $a_their steps are fast enough to make $a_them feel like $a_they's flying. $a_Their head snaps left and right to look in each alleyway $a_they finds, and until now, $a_they didn't find you.
People snap photos, some ask for autographs, and others tell $a_them to watch where $a_they's going, but $a_they's too focused on scanning around with intense concentration, like $a_their life depends on it. On finding you.
$a_Their chest and stomach hurt from so much running; $a_they's starting to sweat, the adrenaline thrums through $a_their veins and whole body, and the sound of your sob echoing in $a_their mind makes $a_their heart reach new speed. $a_Their body trembles from the simple fact that you're alone, crying and breaking.
$a_They's telling $a_themself it's just pity; $a_they's <i>forcing</i> $a_themself to shove the feelings that have been growing for months in the corner of $a_their heart where $a_they left $a_their crush on you years ago. $a_They hates it. Hates you for making $a_them feel like this.
This wasn't what was supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to mean more after the whole fiasco of you dating $a_their own $e_brother when $a_they thought there was something between you two. $a_They's supposed to have moved on. So why the fuck do you have to go and ruin everything?
$a_They can't be special. $a_They's never been special. So why is $a_they hoping like an idiot? $a_They'll end up hurt, and $a_they'll have to move on again. $a_They knows it.
How many times will $a_they have to hope until someone finally gives a fuck about $a_them?
$a_Their body stops abruptly when $a_they notices a person sitting on the ground in an alleyway. You. $a_They hurries to join you and slows $a_their step until looming over you.
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"Get up," $a_they clenches $a_their jaw, glaring down at you, but $a_they doesn't even know anymore why $a_they's acting like an asshole. "Fuck… $name, get up."
The only answer from you is soft sobs, your hands covering your face and staying there while your chest rises and falls frantically. Are you even able to breathe? Athiel's face shifts in a mix of resentment and worry.
Without $a_their own consent, $a_they feels $a_themself crouching down as $a_their arms wrap around you, tightening the embrace when you don't pull away and only wrap yours around $a_their neck. "You're a mess…"
$a_Their face buries in the crook of your neck, pulling you closer as if afraid you'll disappear if $a_they loosens just a little $a_their hold.
$a_They has your touch, your attention, your tears. But $a_they'll never have your heart, will $a_they? The thought stays stuck in $a_their mind, impossible to make it disappear.
It's hilarious, really. $a_They's pulled back to the past when $a_they thought $a_they meant something for you. And the hardest part is to accept that $a_they can't hold it against you because you never owed $a_them anything.
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*[["I'm tired of this…" you murmur between sobs.|Chap3C8ROUADEP3]]
*[["My savior," you say sarcastically through your tears.|Chap3C8ROUADEP4]]
*[["You came…" you try to laugh. "I thought you'd let me cry in a dirty alley."|Chap3C8ROUADEP5]]
*[[You suck in a deep breath, trying to regain some composure and save face. "You're late."|Chap3C8ROUADEP6]]
Your body trembles against $a_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it, gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just to plainly tell $a_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time, and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy being broken to hide your pain.<</if>>
Athiel furrows $a_their brows slightly in subtle confusion but also reluctant understanding. Shitty stuff happened to you these past months with $a_their mother, $a_their $e_brother situation, and the job that probably stressed you enough to break down in a dirty alley.
$a_They's not asshole enough to tell you to suck it up with all of it piled up successively. It was bound to explode eventually.
"I'm tired too," $a_they whispers back, $a_their arms tightening around you as if it could shield you from everything. $a_Their $e_brother, $a_their mother, the world—all of it, really. "We're both tired of this shit."
Your sobs slowly quiet down to hiccups, but $a_they doesn't let go. Neither do you. The way your fingers dig into $a_their coat tells $a_them you need this as much as $a_they hates to admit $a_they does too. The alley is cold and dirty, yet here you both are, clinging to each other like teenagers hiding from the world.
"Tell me what happened," $a_they says softly, so different from $a_their usual sharp tone that it makes you shiver. "Or don't. Just... don't shut me out. I didn't run here to talk to a wall."
The irony of those words coming from $a_them isn't lost on either of you. How many times has $a_they pushed you away? How many walls has $a_they built between you? Yet here $a_they is, practically begging you not to do the same.
$a_Their hand moves to stroke your back, gentle circles that clash with the tension in $a_their shoulders. You can feel $a_their heart racing against your chest. $a_They really ran all the way here. The thought makes your throat tight.
"You're such a hypocrite," you manage to say between hiccups, and $a_they lets out a sound that's half laugh, half sigh.
"Yeah," $a_they admits, surprising you both. "I am. But I'm here now."
The 'for you' goes unsaid, hanging in the air between you like a fragile promise. Neither of you acknowledges it, too afraid of what it might mean, what it might change.
For now, you just hold each other in the dirty alley, both pretending this moment doesn't mean as much as it does.
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You try to act like you're fine. Your body trembles against $a_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're fighting against falling further in front of $a_them.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it fighting to stay firmly on your face. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or to just plainly tell $a_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by sobs threatening to leave your lips again. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<</if>>
"Fuck off," Athiel responds without bite, $a_their hold tightening as $a_their chest tightens too at your words.
You're an idiot. $a_They shouldn't have come running like a fool, yet here $a_they is, crouching in a dirty alley and cradling your pathetic ass in $a_their arms like $a_they's just saved you from death itself.
"I hate you," $a_they whispers, rough and hoarse. The words are both a truth and a lie. Your fingers dig into $a_their back and $a_they bites $a_their tongue to hold back a shiver. "I fucking hate you. Calling me when you know I can't—" $a_They cuts $a_themself off, jaw tight, and buries $a_their face deeper into your neck. "When you know I fucking hate you."
Your body trembles with another sob, but this time it sounds a bit like a bitter laugh.
"You still came," you point out, voice thick with tears and something else. Something that makes $a_their stomach flip.
"Of course I came," $a_they snaps, pulling back just enough to glare at you. Your eyes are red and puffy, tears still rolling down your cheeks, and $a_they hates how it makes $a_their chest ache. "What else was I supposed to do? Leave you here to freeze? Not like I had a choice anyway."
$a_Their hand moves on its own, thumb wiping away a tear track. When you lean into $a_their touch, $a_they feels $a_their resolve crumbling. How is $a_they supposed to move on when you keep doing things like this? Keep looking at $a_them like $a_they means something?
"I really hate you," $a_they repeats, softer this time, as $a_their forehead drops against yours. Your breaths mingle, warm in the cold air. "Making me run across half the city... You better have a coffee for me."
"I don't have any," you huff.
"Should I leave now?" $a_they quips, and yet, $a_they's still here, still trying to reassure you in $a_their way.
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You try to act like you're fine. Your body trembles against $a_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're fighting against falling further in front of $a_them.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it fighting to stay firmly on your face. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or to just plainly tell $a_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by sobs threatening to leave your lips again. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<</if>>
"Yeah right, and let my reputation get tainted because some crying idiot sitting in a dirty alleyway?" Athiel scoffs, but $a_their arms only tighten around you, betraying $a_their words. "I'd never hear the end of it."
Your laugh comes out wet and broken, but it's there. Athiel's warmth seeps through your clothes, and you find yourself clinging to $a_them harder, desperately seeking comfort in $a_their embrace. $a_Their familiar $a_cologne fills your senses, grounding you in the present moment.
"Your hair is a mess," you mumble against $a_their neck, noticing how disheveled $a_they looks.
"Shut up," $a_they huffs. $a_Their hand moves to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. "I ran here, what did you expect?"
The admission makes fresh tears spring to your eyes. Athiel, who spends hours perfecting $a_their appearance, who wouldn't be caught dead looking anything less than immaculate, ran across the city for you.
"You ran?" Your voice cracks. (tda)
"Don't make me say it again," $a_they mutters, and you can feel the heat rising in $a_their face where it's pressed against your neck. "And if anyone asks, I took a cab."
Despite everything, you find yourself smiling through your tears. Trust Athiel to maintain $a_their image even now. $a_Their thumb strokes small circles on your back, a soothing gesture $a_they probably isn't even aware $a_they's doing.
"Your secret's safe with me," you whisper, closing your eyes and letting yourself melt into $a_their embrace.
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You try to act like you're fine. Your body trembles against $a_theirs, <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. You're falling, and you're fighting against falling further in front of $a_them.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it fighting to stay firmly on your face. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or to just plainly tell $a_them to fuck off when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter. <<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. The sarcasm, the playfulness, this charming aura that seems to follow you everywhere. All of it gone. You're too helpless to chance a joke in this moment, too broken to chance a quip, or just deflect with some easy smiles when you desperately <i>need</i> someone to hold you like you matter.<<elseif $sarcastic3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">> you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, using sarcasm as a shield, and yet succeeding in charming people. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the charming and genuine you show to everyone is now replaced by sobs threatening to leave your lips again. There's no smile on your face anymore.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $playful3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. This playful side of yours is nowhere to be seen; the intimidating and yet genuine side of you that you show to everyone is now replaced by broken sobs and tears. There's no smile on your face anymore, no jokes to save you. <<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "intimid">>your mask threatening to crack. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, pushing people away with this intimidating aura that seems to follow you everywhere, and yet staying genuine despite this wall that keeps building higher around you. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<<elseif $genuine3 == "yes" and $serious3 == "yes" and $persona3 == "charm">>you're falling apart and you're desperately fighting against it. Usually so serious, never letting your emotions show on your features for too long, always the charming one with those good-natured smiles that seem to draw people's attention each time and staying genuine to anyone. You're falling, and you're too busy trying to regain some semblance of composure to care about anything else in this moment.<</if>>
Your words make Athiel scoff, pulling back enough to look at your face with a frown but not letting go of you.
"Late? I ran here like a fucking idiot, ruined my clothes and my hair, and you're telling me I'm late?" $a_Their thumb brushes against your cheek to wipe away your tears, tone softer than $a_their words as if $a_they can't help $a_themself. "I thought models were supposed to make a dramatic entrance anyway."
You let out a wet laugh, the sound breaking slightly. $a_Their ocean blue eyes study your face intently, searching for any sign of what made you break down.
The worry in $a_their gaze makes your heart clench painfully. "At least fix your hair," you reach up to smooth down $a_their wild blond locks, fingers trembling slightly. "You look like you got caught in a tornado."
"Oh, now you care about my appearance?" $a_They catches your wrist, but doesn't pull your hand away from $a_their hair. "You're the one who made me run here looking like this. My agent would have a heart attack."
$a_Their attempt at lightening the mood works somewhat, drawing another small laugh from you. But your eyes are still red and puffy, tears threatening to spill again.
"C'mon," $a_they says softly. "Let's get you somewhere warmer, maybe get you something warm too."
You lean into $a_them, letting $a_their warmth seep into your cold body. "You just want coffee."
"Obviously," $a_they rolls $a_their eyes but tightens $a_their hold on you. "Can't let anyone see me looking this disheveled without proper compensation."
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Athiel eyes the coffee shop across the road, thinking for a moment before deciding against having a coffee. Not when you're barely standing and when you're breaking like this.
There's something $a_they still wants to understand, though: the person or the thing that pushed you too far. $a_They's itching to ask you and gets the information $a_they needs to just deal with it $a_themself if $a_they has to. If someone did this…
Chasing $a_their dark thoughts away, $a_they pushes $a_themself and you up. $a_They loosens $a_their hold reluctantly, grabbing your coat to pat away the dust and pull it over your head to hide you from $a_their potential fans around.
Catching your hand, $a_they tugs it gently before leading the way, $a_their free hand fishing for $a_their phone to call a cab.
You have no idea how long you waited for the car to arrive, nor do you know when you got in with Athiel. Everything is a blur; $a_their hand still in yours doesn't ground you enough. You don't even hear when $a_they asks something about what happened, what made you break like this.
Nothing registers.
It's only when $a_they grasps your jaw firmly to force your teary eyes to meet $a_their that you finally blink back into a semblance of reality. "Are you even listening?"
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*[["I am…" you mumble. A blatant lie, though you're too lost in your own world to care.|Chap3C8ROUADEP8]]
*[[You sigh softly, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry…"|Chap3C8ROUADEP9]]
*[["Not really," you say with a watery laugh.|Chap3C8ROUADEP10]]
*[["This is just…" you clench your jaw, eyes darting away. "Embarrassing."|Chap3C8ROUADEP11]]
*[[Your lips quirk up in a sarcastic smile. "I'm pathetic, am I not?"|Chap3C8ROUADEP12]]
*[["No," you answer truthfully, ruffling the back of your hair as you heave a quiet sigh. "What were you saying?"|Chap3C8ROUADEP13]]
"Sure you are," Athiel scoffs, $a_their blond hair moving wildly around $a_their face thanks to the wind blasting in the car as $a_they rolls $a_their window up with $a_their free hand. "What did I say then?"
Your eyes flick away, avoiding $a_their knowing gaze and actually searching for something $a_they might have said while you were busy wondering if all of this would get better one day. A wonder that left you with no answers.
"You… were talking about… the coffee I owe you," you finally say after a moment of silence. It's a fair guess; Athiel is all about complaining, so you wouldn't be surprised if it was actually another complaint or something similar to it.
The model turns your head to the side to catch your attention as you keep looking away each time you two make eye contact.
$a_They narrows $a_their eyes, letting go of your jaw with a huff. "You weren't listening."
"I was," you protest weakly<<if $liar == "good">>, surprised by how bad you are at lying when usually, the lies leave your lips like honey.<</if>>
"You weren't," $a_they sighs, shaking $a_their head in both frustration and also something else that looks suspiciously like concern. "Geez, $name, I know you're not in the right mind to listen to anything, but at least listen to what I'm saying when for once I show some sympathy here."
Your shoulders drop in defeat, your head falling into your palms. "What were you saying…?"
"Never mind," Athiel rolls $a_their eyes, but $a_their tone suggests $a_they's not entirely frustrated at you but at the fact that $a_they doesn't <i>know</i> why you're like this, why you're breaking while $a_they's still in the dark. "I'm gonna prepare us something at my place; got any objections?"
You shake your head, and before you can process it, $a_their palm starts soothing movements along your back, making you turn your head slightly to watch $a_them. You can't see $a_their expression, $a_their face is away, but you can most definitely notice $a_their neck and cheeks reddening with each passing second, taking on an interesting crimson.
Through the haze of your mental breakdown, your expression softens without you realizing it. This side of $a_them is becoming less and less rare with you, and a part of you feels special to be the only one witnessing it. An endearing sight you find yourself seeking sometimes when you're alone with your own thoughts.
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Athiel furrows $a_their brows slightly, both frustrated and slightly concerned by your behavior. $a_They's never been good at this, at comforting people—you in particular, and it clearly didn't change. "$name."
"Mh…" you hold $a_their gaze with that same apologetic smile.
"Mh... what?" $a_they scoffs, trying to mask $a_their worry with annoyance but failing miserably when $a_their thumb starts brushing against your back in soothing circles. "Stop apologizing when you didn't do anything wrong."
Your smile falters slightly, eyes dropping to your lap where your hands are twisting nervously. The cab's interior feels too small suddenly, too intimate with Athiel's warmth seeping into your side and $a_their gentle touch contradicting $a_their harsh words.
"I made you run across the city," you mumble, voice still thick with tears. "Your hair is a mess, your clothes are probably ruined, and I'm sure your agent would kill you if any paparazzi caught you looking like this."
Athiel lets out a frustrated noise, $a_their free hand coming up to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet $a_their gaze again. The blue of $a_their eyes seems to glow in the light filtering through the car windows.
"First of all, I <i>chose</i> to run. Second, my hair looks fantastic no matter what, and third," $a_their lips quirk up in a sardonic smile that doesn't quite reach $a_their eyes. "Since when do you care about what my agent thinks?"
You try to look away but $a_their grip tightens slightly, keeping you in place. $a_Their expression softens almost imperceptibly, something vulnerable flickering across $a_their features before $a_they can hide it.
"Stop apologizing for needing help," $a_they says quietly, the words barely audible over the hum of the car engine. "Even if it means making me look less than perfect for once."
Your breath catches at the raw honesty in $a_their voice. This isn't the Athiel most people know—the sharp-tongued model with cutting remarks and an ego the size of a small country. This is the Athiel who ran across the city because you were crying, who's now trying so hard to comfort you despite clearly being out of $a_their depth.
The cab turns a corner, streetlights casting shadows across $a_their face. $a_Their thumb is still moving in gentle circles on your back, probably unconsciously at this point.
"Besides," $a_they adds with forced lightness. "You're buying me coffee for the next month to make up for it. And maybe a new coat. And a better concealer," $a_they grimaces. "This one clearly doesn't handle sweat."
The attempt at returning to familiar banter makes your lips quirk up slightly, even as fresh tears threaten to fall. "Only a month?"
"Don't tempt me," $a_they mutters, but $a_their touch remains gentle, grounding you in the moment as the cab carries you through the darkening city.
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$a_Their hand moves from your back to grip your chin, forcing you to meet $a_their gaze. The blue of $a_their eyes seems to glow in the dim light of the cab, intense and searching. "Stop that."
"Stop what?" Your laugh breaks a little more, tears threatening to spill again.
"That fake laugh," $a_they says firmly, thumb brushing against your chin. "You don't have to pretend with me. I already ran through half the city looking like a mess for you, so drop the act."
Your forced smile falters, the exhaustion and pain seeping back into your features. Athiel's grip softens but doesn't let go, like $a_they's afraid you'll retreat back into yourself if $a_they does.
"I've seen you cry before," $a_they continues, voice low enough that the cab driver can't hear. "I've seen you break down, I've seen you angry, I've seen you happy. So don't... don't try to hide behind that laugh. Not with me."
Something in $a_their words makes your chest tighten. The raw honesty in $a_their voice, the way $a_their usual sarcastic facade has completely dropped—it hits you harder than expected.
"I..." your voice cracks and fresh tears roll down your cheeks. "I don't know what else to do."
Athiel's thumb catches a tear, $a_their other hand finding yours in the darkness. "You don't have to do anything. Just... be here. With me."
The last part comes out almost like a whisper, like $a_they's afraid of $a_their own words. $a_Their ears turn red, but $a_they doesn't look away from you like $a_they usually would.
"When did you become so nice?" you ask, trying to lighten the moment even as you lean into $a_their touch.
"I'm not nice," $a_they scoffs without any bite to it. "I'm just tired of watching you pretend everything's fine when it's clearly not. So shut up and let me help you for once."
You close your eyes, finally letting yourself sink into the comfort $a_they's offering. $a_Their hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your head rests against $a_their shoulder.
The cab continues through the afternoon, and for the first time since your breakdown started, you feel like you can breathe again.
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Athiel stares at you for a long moment, $a_their ocean blue eyes reflecting the passing streetlights. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the low hum of the car engine and your occasional sniffles.
"Embarrassing?" $a_they finally repeats, voice unusually soft. $a_Their hand hasn't left your back, thumb still moving in soothing circles. "You think breaking down is embarrassing?"
You bite your lip, shoulders hunching. "Having you find me crying in a dirty alley? Yeah, pretty fucking embarrassing."
"Oh please," $a_they scoffs. "I've seen you do way more embarrassing things. Remember that time you tried to impress that client and ended up spilling coffee all over yourself?"
Despite yourself, a small laugh escapes you. "That was different, and years ago."
"Or when you tripped and fell face-first into that cake at my birthday party?"
"That was your fault," you protest weakly, finally looking at $a_them. "You startled me."
$a_Their lips quirk up in a ghost of a smile of the memories of that day, but $a_their eyes remain serious.
"My point is, $name, breaking down isn't embarrassing. It's..." $a_they pauses, seeming to search for words. With a groan, $a_they shakes $a_their head. "Don't make me go all poetic. Just… don't think of it like this. It's normal, human."
The admission seems to cost $a_them something, $a_their cheeks flushing darker. Athiel Winter, admitting that showing emotion is okay? The world must be ending.
"Besides," $a_they continues, looking straight ahead now. "If anyone should be embarrassed, it's me. Running through the streets like some rom-com protagonist, hair a mess, probably got photographed by at least twenty people." $a_They runs $a_their free hand through said messy hair. "My social media is going to be chaos tomorrow."
You catch $a_their reflection in the window, $a_their usually perfect appearance disheveled, clothes wrinkled, all because you called $a_them crying. The sight makes your chest tight with an emotion you're not ready to name.
"I'm still embarrassed," you admit quietly, but some of the tension has left your shoulders. "But... thank you. For coming."
$a_Their hand pauses its movement on your back for a moment before resuming. "Yeah, well. Don't get used to it. I expect compensation in the form of very expensive coffee."
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Athiel's fingers pause in their soothing motions on your back, $a_their ocean blue eyes narrowing dangerously at your words. For a moment, the only sound is the quiet hum of the cab's engine and the muffled noise of traffic outside.
"Stop that," $a_Their hand moves from your back to grip your chin, forcing you to meet $a_their gaze again. "You want to know what's pathetic? Me running through half the city, ruining my hair and probably my reputation because you called. You want pathetic? Look at how I dropped everything the second I heard you crying, and you'll see pathetic."
$a_Their thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "But you? Breaking down after months of dealing with my mother's bullshit, my $e_brother's drama, and whatever else happened tonight? That's not pathetic, $name. That's human."
You try to look away, not sure what to think or say to $a_their words, but $a_their grip tightens slightly, keeping you facing $a_them. The streetlights passing by cast shadows across $a_their face, highlighting the genuine concern in $a_their eyes that $a_they usually tries so hard to hide.
"And if you ever call yourself pathetic again," $a_they continues, voice dropping lower, "I'll make sure to remind you of all the times you've been anything but. Like when you stood up to my mother, or when you helped me moving back to my apartment even though I was being an absolute ass to you."
$a_Their expression softens slightly, though $a_they tries to mask it with $a_their usual scowl. "So yeah, you're a mess right now. But pathetic? Please. I've seen pathetic, and trust me, you're not it."
The cab takes a sharp turn, making you sway slightly into $a_them. $a_They doesn't push you away, instead letting $a_their hand drop from your chin to rest on your shoulder, steadying you.
A hint of $a_their usual smirk returns on $a_their lips, though it doesn't quite reach $a_their eyes. "And if anyone gets to call you pathetic, it's me. And I'm not doing that today."
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Athiel shifts in $a_their seat, $a_their hand still making soothing motions along your back as if $a_they's forgotten it's there. The streetlights passing by cast shadows across $a_their face, making $a_their expression hard to read.
"I was asking if you wanted to talk about what happened," $a_they says after a moment, $a_their usual sharp tone softened around the edges. "You don't have to, but..." $a_They trails off, jaw working like $a_they's fighting with $a_themself over the words. "I.."
You watch $a_them struggle, noting how $a_their carefully maintained facade cracks a little more with each passing second. $a_Their ocean blue eyes keep darting to you, checking, assessing, worrying in a way that makes your chest tight.
"I've never seen you like this," $a_they finally continues, frustration leaking into $a_their voice. "You're always so... Even when everything went to shit with..." $a_They stops $a_themself, probably realizing mentioning $a_their $e_brother right now might not be the best move. "It's…"
$a_Their hand on your back stills for a moment before resuming its gentle motion. "Look, I know I'm not exactly the most... supportive person. I'm probably the last person you should've called." $a_They lets out a bitter laugh. "But you did call me. So just, tell me what you need."
The raw honesty in $a_their voice makes you look at $a_them properly. $a_Their usually perfect hair is still messy from running, $a_their designer clothes wrinkled, and there's an uncertainty in $a_their expression that you rarely see.
"Right now, I just need..." you start, then pause, realizing you're not entirely sure what you need. Company? Understanding? Or maybe just someone who won't try to fix everything with empty platitudes.
The cab takes a turn, and Athiel's shoulder brushes against yours. $a_They doesn't move away, instead letting $a_their warmth seep into your side. It's grounding in a way you didn't expect.
"I just need this," you finally say, gesturing vaguely between you two. "Just... this."
Athiel's expression softens almost imperceptibly. "Okay," $a_they says simply, and for once, there's no sarcastic comment, no deflection. Just quiet understanding. "I can do that."
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Before you can reach for your door, $a_they's already out and circling around to your side, pulling your door open while keeping your coat over your head.
"Keep your head down," $a_they mutters, hand settling on your lower back to guide you. "Last thing we need is some fan taking pictures of you crying. The tabloids would have a field day."
You let $a_them lead you through the lobby as the doorman gives Athiel a polite nod, thankfully never prying and keeping his professionalism despite being one of Athiel's fan.
In the elevator, Athiel keeps close, $a_their body shielding you from the security cameras but it's not the only reason. Both of you know that, neither of you call $a_them out. $a_Their $a_cologne fills your senses—as always, something expensive and distinctly $a_them. The familiar scent helps ground you a bit more in reality.
"Almost there," $a_they says quietly as the elevator climbs. $a_Their thumb rubs small circles where it rests on your back, probably unconsciously.
When the doors open to $a_their floor, $a_they checks the hallway before guiding you to $a_their door. The lock beeps as $a_they enters $a_their code, and then you're inside $a_their apartment.
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$a_They finally lets the coat fall from your head, tossing it onto a nearby chair along with $a_their own.
"Make yourself comfortable," $a_they says, running a hand through $a_their disheveled hair. "I'll make us something warm to drink."
The lights flicker on, revealing Athiel's pristine living room. Everything is luxury. From the massive grey sectional with its perfectly arranged orange pillows to the dramatic marble artwork dominating the wall. The circular lights hanging from the ceiling cast a warm glow across the space, softening the modern edges.
"Don't touch anything," Athiel calls from the kitchen, though $a_their usual sharp tone is missing its bite. "That sofa costs more than your yearly salary… I think."
You almost smile at how very <i>him</i> the space is: sleek, expensive, dramatically beautiful, and carefully curated, right down to the artistic statue by the window. The only things breaking the perfect image are the rumpled throw blanket on one end of the couch with some clothes and what looks like a half-empty coffee mug on one of the side tables. Small signs that beneath all the perfection, someone actually lives here.
Something catches your attention as you make your way to the TV cabinet, a dark brown sweater perched on one of the shelves. You call out before you can stop yourself. "Is it… yours?"
"It's $namee's," Athiel raises a brow, watching you with this look, like you've asked something stupid again.
Your eyes stay on the fabric carefully folded on the shelf of $a_their TV cabinet like some sort of precious things people put there to decorate their furniture. <i>Odd</i>. "Why…"
"Are you serious right now? Or you're just messing with me again?" $a_they frowns in confusion and slight frustration, tapping $a_their foot against the floor impatiently.
$a_They waits, staring at you with a pointed look, and when you don't respond after another minute, $a_they takes a deep breath, ocean blue eyes closed before opening them. "You know what? Never mind, let's get you something to drink and eat before we start another argument about it. And go take a shower; you stink."
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*[[You try to subtly sniff yourself before mumbling. "I don't smell that much…"|Chap3C8ROUADEP16]]
*[[Your gaze stays on the sweater, still wondering what it's doing here. "Right…"|Chap3C8ROUADEP17]]
*[["Why would you have it…?" you can't help but ask.|Chap3C8ROUADEP18]]
*[["Don't be so mean," you can't help but roll your eyes with a huff.|Chap3C8ROUADEP19]]
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*[["Whaaaat? Psh, I'm smelling as good as fresh roses," you try to joke with a weak grin.|Chap3C8ROUADEP21]]
"Oh please," Athiel scoffs, $a_their arms crossing over $a_their chest as $a_they leans against the doorframe leading to $a_their kitchen. "You were sitting in a dirty alley, crying your eyes out. Trust me, you need a shower."
$a_Their eyes narrow when you sniff yourself again, more obviously this time. The action draws an exasperated sigh from $a_them, but there's a hint of amusement in $a_their expression that wasn't there before.
"The bathroom's down the hall," $a_they pushes off the doorframe, walking over to grab your shoulders and physically turn you toward the correct direction even if you know it already. "First door on the right. There are clean towels in the cabinet, and..." $a_they pauses, seeming to debate something internally. "You can borrow some of my clothes. Second drawer in my bedroom."
$a_Their hands linger on your shoulders a moment longer than necessary before $a_they lets go. "Try not to use all my expensive products. Some of us actually need them to look presentable."
You turn to give $a_them a look, but $a_they's already heading back to the kitchen, waving a dismissive hand. "And don't touch anything else! I mean it, $name. That $a_cologne bottle on my dresser costs more than your cheap one."
"Your whole apartment probably costs more than my life," you mutter, but start walking toward the bathroom anyway.
"I heard that!" $a_they calls after you. "And yes, it does. Now go shower before you stink up my entire place."
Despite everything, a small smile tugs at your lips. There's something comforting about $a_their familiar dramatics, the way $a_they fusses while pretending not to care. It's so... well, Athiel.
The bathroom, when you find it, is exactly the same as when you helped $a_them move back here the other day. All sleek marble and chrome, with more beauty products than you've ever seen in one place. The shower alone looks like it has more settings than your phone.
You catch your reflection in the massive mirror and wince. Okay, maybe $a_they had a point about needing a shower. Your eyes are still red and puffy from crying, and your clothes are definitely worse for wear after sitting in that alley.
"Don't touch the gold bottle!" Athiel's voice carries through the door. "It's imported from France!"
You roll your eyes, though you can't help the way your chest feels a little lighter. Trust Athiel to make you feel better by being absolutely ridiculous about $a_their expensive toiletries.
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The sight of it feels wrong somehow, out of place in Athiel's meticulously curated space. Everything else here screams calculated perfection, from the precisely arranged art pieces to the symmetrically placed throw pillows. But that sweater... it's like a jarring note in an otherwise perfect symphony.
"Bathroom's down the hall," Athiel's voice cuts through your thoughts. "First door on the left. There are clean towels in the cabinet." $a_They pauses, studying your fixed stare on the sweater. Something flickers across $a_their face. Frustration, maybe understanding, or both. "Stop looking at it like that."
You blink, finally tearing your eyes away. "Like what?"
"Like it's some sort of shrine," $a_they scoffs, but there's an edge to $a_their voice that wasn't there before. "It's just a fucking sweater $a_they forgot. I didn't have time to return it, that's all."
But you notice how carefully it's folded, placed just so on the shelf. Not thrown in a corner or stuffed in a drawer like you'd expect from someone who claims not to care.
The realization hits you suddenly—maybe you're not the only one still processing $namee's absence. Maybe Athiel, beneath all $a_their sharp words and perfectly maintained facade, is just as lost as you are. Maybe $a_they's as delusional as you are, thinking $namee will return and tell everyone it was just a silly joke.
"Go shower," $a_they says again, softer this time. "You look like shit, and I'm not having you mess up my furniture looking like that."
There's something almost gentle in the way $a_they says it, despite $a_their words. $a_Their hand brushes your shoulder as $a_they passes by, heading to the kitchen. "I'll find you something to wear. Try not to use all my expensive shampoo."
You stand there for a moment longer, eyes drawn back to that sweater. It's such a simple thing, just a dark brown fabric, probably nothing special to anyone else. But here it sits, a quiet reminder that even in Athiel's perfectly controlled world, some things just can't be neatly packed away.
"$name," Athiel calls from the kitchen, a warning in $a_their tone. "Shower, now."
You finally turn away, heading toward the bathroom. Behind you, you hear $a_them muttering something about stubborn people and expensive water bills, but there's no real heat in $a_their complaints.
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Athiel's expression shifts, something flashing across $a_their face too quick to catch. $a_They stands there for a moment, one hand gripping the kitchen counter while the other runs through $a_their already messy hair.
"$e_They left it here the last time $e_they came to my apartment," $a_they says finally, tone clipped. "Any other stupid questions or can I go?"
But you can't stop staring at the sweater, memories flooding back. $namee wearing it during movie nights, the soft fabric under your fingers when you'd curl against $e_them, the way it would hang slightly loose on $e_their frame...
"When?" The word slips out before you can stop it. "When was the last time?"
Athiel's jaw clenches.
"Two weeks before..." $a_they trails off, both of you knowing exactly what $a_they means. Two weeks before everything went to hell. Before $namee died.
"And you just... kept it there?" You ask, unable to tear your eyes away from the carefully folded fabric. It looks almost pristine, like it's been handled with care rather than just tossed aside.
"Where else would I put it?" Athiel snaps, but there's something defensive in $a_their tone, like $a_they's not understanding why you're making a big deal out of it. "You wanna give it back to $e_them or something?"
The words hit you like a physical blow, making you flinch. Athiel notices, $a_their expression softening slightly despite $a_themself.
"Fuck," $a_they mutters, running $a_their hand through $a_their hair again. "Look, just... go take a shower, okay? You can use my bathroom. There are clean towels in the cabinet."
But you're still staring at the sweater, mind spinning with questions. Why keep it displayed like that? Why not stuff it in a closet somewhere? You know it's not that deep but, still...
"$name," Athiel's voice cuts through your thoughts, closer now. You didn't even notice $a_them moving. "Stop thinking so hard. You already look like shit, don't make it worse."
$a_Their hand lands on your shoulder, turning you away from the sweater with surprising gentleness. "First door on the right. There are clean towels in the cabinet, and..." $a_they pauses, seeming to debate something internally. "You can borrow some of my clothes. Second drawer in my bedroom."
You let $a_them guide you away, but can't help glancing back one more time. The sweater sits there innocently, a piece of $namee preserved in time, carefully maintained in $a_their $e_brother's pristine apartment.
You wonder if Athiel looks at it sometimes, late at night when $a_they can't sleep. If $a_they misses $a_their $e_brother as much as you do, in $a_their own way.
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Athiel's lips quirk up slightly at your response, some of the tension leaving $a_their shoulders. It's the first normal interaction you've had since $a_they found you in that alley, and something in $a_their expression suggests $a_they's relieved to see a glimpse of your usual self.
"Mean? I'm being considerate here," $a_they drawls, crossing $a_their arms. "Telling you that you smell like a wet dog who rolled in garbage is me being nice. I could've just let you stink up my expensive furniture without warning."
You shoot $a_them an unimpressed look. $a_Their dramatic grimace and exaggerated disgust are so familiar, so <i>Athiel</i>, that it almost makes you forget why you're here in the first place. Almost.
"The bathroom's down the hall," $a_they continues, jerking $a_their thumb in that direction. "Try not to use all my expensive products. That face wash costs more than your rent."
"Everything you own costs more than my rent," you mutter, but start moving toward the hallway anyway.
"Wait," $a_they calls out just as you reach the door. When you turn, $a_they's already walking toward you, something soft and fluffy in $a_their hands. "Here. Towel and clothes. They might not perfectly fit you but..." $a_they shrugs, pushing the items into your arms."…deal with it."
The clothes smell like $a_their laundry detergent and again, something expensive and subtle that you've come to associate with $a_them. The gesture is surprisingly thoughtful, especially for someone who claims to be allergic to basic human kindness.
"Try not to drown yourself in there," $a_they adds, running a hand through $a_their still-messy hair. "I don't want to have to explain to the police why there's a body in my bathroom. Think of my reputation."
You clutch the clothes to your chest, managing a small smile at $a_their dramatics. "Your reputation survived you running through the streets looking like a hurricane victim. I think it can handle anything."
"Ugh, don't remind me," $a_they groans, something soft in $a_their eyes showing that contradicts $a_their tone. "Go shower. I'll make us something to eat."
$a_They turns away quickly, heading back to the kitchen before you can respond. But you catch the slight pink coloring $a_their ears, a telltale sign that $a_they's embarrassed about showing actual concern for you.
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Athiel pauses in $a_their tracks to the kitchen, turning back to look at you properly. Your vacant expression makes something in $a_their face shift, the annoyance melting into that same concern from earlier that $a_they tries so hard to hide.
"$name," $a_they says, softer now. When you don't respond, still staring at nothing, $a_they moves closer. "Hey. Earth to $name."
$a_Their hand waves in front of your face, but you barely register it. Your mind is drifting again, thoughts scattered and unfocused. The sweater keeps drawing your attention like a magnet, it's $namee's. It's your boyfriend's sweater and the simple item bring you back to memories that feels so far from your grasp now.
"For fuck's sake," Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, running a hand through $a_their already messy hair. $a_They studies you for a moment before making a decision. "Alright, come on."
$a_Their hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you away from the TV cabinet and towards the hallway. You follow mechanically, barely noticing the expensive art on the walls or the soft carpet under your feet.
"Bathroom's here," $a_they says, pushing open a door to reveal a spacious bathroom with black marble tiles and a massive shower. "There are clean towels in the cabinet, and you can use whatever products you want. Just... don't space out in there, okay? I don't want to have to explain to emergency services why there's a dead body in my shower."
The attempt at humor falls flat as you continue staring blankly. Athiel's grip on your wrist tightens slightly.
"$name," $a_they says, voice taking on an edge of genuine worry now. "You're starting to freak me out here."
When you still don't respond, wondering too many things, remembering too many things. $a_They lets out a frustrated sound and steps fully into the bathroom with you. $a_Their hands come up to frame your face, forcing you to look at $a_them.
"I know it's hard," $a_they says, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "Whatever's going on in that head of yours, just... I'm here, okay? But I can't help if you keep standing like a statue."
The genuine concern in $a_their voice finally penetrates the fog in your mind, making you blink slowly. $a_Their blue eyes are right there, searching yours with an intensity that makes your chest tight.
"There you are," $a_they says quietly when your gaze finally focuses on $a_them. $a_Their relief is palpable, even as $a_they tries to hide it behind $a_their usual sardonic expression. "Now go shower before I throw you in there myself."
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Athiel stares at you for a moment, $a_their expression caught between exasperation and something softer. "Yeah, if those roses were left to rot in a dumpster for a week. The bathroom's down the hall, first door on the right. Use whatever you need."
$a_They turns toward the kitchen, then pauses. "Wait." Walking to $a_their bedroom, $a_they returns with a bundle of clothes. "Here. They might fit you perfectly, but they're better than whatever you're wearing right now."
You accept the clothes, a soft oversized grey t-shirt and black sweatpants.
"Don't use all my hot water," $a_they warns, $a_their eyes betraying $a_their concern. "And don't touch my face products. That moisturizer costs more than your entire life."
You attempt another weak smile. "What, afraid I'll mess up your perfectly organized bathroom?"
"Please, as if you could make it worse than Ekissa did last time $a_they took a shower here," $a_they scoffs, running a hand through $a_their still-messy hair. "Just... take your time. I'll have food ready when you're done."
The gentle understanding in $a_their voice makes your throat tight again. You clutch the clothes closer, nodding because you don't trust yourself to speak just yet.
As you head to the bathroom, you hear $a_them moving around in the kitchen, the soft clink of cups and plates a comforting background noise. It's strange how domestic it feels, how easily $a_they's shifted from $a_their usual sharp-tongued model persona to... this.
The bathroom, when you find it, is exactly the same as when you helped $a_them move back here the other day. All sleek marble and chrome, with more beauty products than you've ever seen in one place. The shower alone looks like it has more settings than your phone.
Setting $a_their clothes on the counter, you take a deep breath. The scent of $a_their detergent fills your lungs again, and somehow it helps steady you. Just like $a_their presence, it's familiar. Safe.
Even if you don't understand why $a_they's being so kind, why $a_they ran across the city just because you called, you're grateful. More than you can express right now.
"Don't fall asleep in there!" $a_their voice carries through the door, making you smile despite everything.
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<b><i>Hours later…</i></b>
"That's clearly fake," Athiel scoffs, gesturing at the TV with $a_their fork. "Look at that blood splatter. Anyone with half a brain can tell it's corn syrup." $a_They's sprawled on one end of the couch, $a_their long legs stretched out, plate balanced on $a_their lap. "They could at least be more realistic."
You're curled up on the other end, wrapped in the blanket and wearing $a_their clothes that smell like $a_them. The food—some fancy pasta dish $a_they whipped up—is actually really good, though you'd never tell $a_them that. $a_Their ego's big enough already as it is.
"The detective's hot though," $a_they continues, shoving another forkful in $a_their mouth. "Not as hot as me obviously, but decent enough. They should've cast me instead."
You can't help but snort. "Right, because you'd make such a convincing cop."
"Excuse you, I'd make an excellent cop," $a_they protests, throwing a piece of bread at you. "I solved that case about my missing moisturizer last week."
"You mean when you accused everyone including your cleaning lady, before finding it in your gym bag?"
$a_They points $a_their fork at you accusingly. "That was strategic elimination of suspects. But I can't expect you to understand that with you tiny brain."
The show continues playing, casting blue light across $a_their features. $a_Their hair is still slightly damp from $a_their own shower, falling messily across $a_their forehead instead of its usual perfect styling.
$a_They looks softer like this, more real.
"Oh come on!" $a_they suddenly exclaims, making you jump. "The killer obviously used the girlfriend's car. Look at the tire tracks! These detectives are useless."
You watch $a_them rant about proper investigation techniques, gesturing dramatically with $a_their fork. It's... nice. Domestic. $a_They hasn't asked about your breakdown, hasn't pushed you to talk. Just made food, put on $a_their favorite show, and started acting normal. Well, normal for $a_them.
"You're not even watching anymore," $a_they accuses, catching you staring at $a_them. "Am I boring you with my superior detective skills?"
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*[["You're just too cute," you chuckle softly, not meaning anything by it.|Chap3C8ROUADEP23]]
*[["I'm just admiring the view," you tease, though your boldness is somewhat toned down after the day you had.|Chap3C8ROUADEP24]]
*[["You're adorable, that's all," you say, but the semblance of boldness you thought you had evaporates as you backtrack. "I mean, the couch is adorable." You don't know what you're saying anymore.|Chap3C8ROUADEP25]]
*[["You're cute," you say, cheeks warming up but you don't back down.|Chap3C8ROUADEP26]]
*[["I was watching," you sputter, looking immediately back to the screen, your stomach flipping at the model's gaze on you.|Chap3C8ROUADEP27]]
The effect is immediate.
Athiel chokes on $a_their pasta, $a_their face turning an impressive shade of red that spreads down $a_their neck and disappears under $a_their collar. $a_They coughs, trying to cover $a_their reaction by taking a large gulp of water.
"What?" $a_they sputters, voice slightly higher than usual. "I'm not– That's <i>not</i>–" $a_They runs a hand through $a_their damp hair, making it stick up at odd angles. "I'm a professional model. I'm hot, sexy, gorgeous. Not... cute."
You tilt your head, watching $a_them get more flustered with each word. It's fascinating how someone as arrogant and confident as $a_them, who makes a living being photographed and admired can get so worked up over being called cute. The contrast between $a_their usual confident persona and this blushing mess is... endearing.
"But you are," you say, completely oblivious to the real effect your words are having on $a_them. "Especially when you get all excited about solving fake TV crimes."
Athiel makes a strangled noise, shoving another forkful of pasta into $a_their mouth, probably just to stop $a_themself from responding. $a_Their ears are burning red now, and $a_they's pointedly avoiding looking at you.
"Just... watch the show," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue after swallowing, pulling $a_their knees up to $a_their chest in what looks suspiciously like a defensive position. "And stop saying weird things."
You blink, confused by $a_their reaction. "It's not weird. You're literally sitting there solving crimes in your pajamas. That's cute."
"Oh my god, would you just shut up?" $a_they groans, throwing a piece of bread at you that hits you square in the forehead. "I take back everything nice I did today. You're the worst."
But despite $a_their words, $a_their blush hasn't faded, and there's something soft in $a_their expression when $a_they thinks you're not looking. The TV detective announces another breakthrough, and Athiel immediately launches into another rant about proper evidence collection, though $a_their voice is still a bit unsteady.
You smile, settling deeper into the blanket. The heaviness from earlier still lingers at the edges of your mind, but right now, watching Athiel try to maintain $a_their dignity while blushing like a teenager, it feels a little lighter.
"You missed a spot," you point out helpfully when $a_they tries to smooth down $a_their wild hair.
"I don't care, mind your own business. You're getting annoying," $a_they mutters, and yet, $a_their red cheeks and the way $a_they keeps sneaking glances at you tell a different story.
It's these moments, when $a_their carefully constructed walls come down just a little, that remind you why you keep coming back to $a_them, despite everything.
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The effect is immediate.
Athiel's cheeks flush a deep red, spreading down $a_their neck and disappearing beneath $a_their shirt collar. $a_They sputters, nearly dropping $a_their fork as $a_they tries to maintain $a_their usual composed demeanor and fails spectacularly.
"Wha–? I'm not– You can't just–" $a_they stumbles over $a_their words, running a hand through $a_their damp hair in frustration.
The action only makes it stick up more, giving $a_them an endearingly disheveled look that contradicts $a_their usual perfect model appearance.
"Keep your eyes on the show," $a_they finally manages, turning $a_their face away—not before you catch the deepening blush. "You're missing all the important clues."
You can't help but smile at $a_their reaction. The confident, arrogant model who knows exactly how attractive $a_they is, is nowhere to be seen.
"But the view here is much more interesting," you continue, feeling a bit more like yourself.
The familiar rhythm of teasing $a_them helps ground you, pushing back the darkness that had overwhelmed you earlier.
"I swear to god, $name," $a_they hisses, shoving another forkful of pasta into $a_their mouth.
$a_Their ears are burning red now, and $a_they's determinedly staring at the TV screen like it holds the secrets of the universe. But you notice $a_they doesn't actually tell you to stop. If anything, $a_they shifts slightly in $a_their seat, angling $a_themself just a bit more toward you despite $a_their apparent irritation.
"The couch is very nice too," you add innocently, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.
"The couch costs more than your life," $a_they repeats what $a_they's been saying all the rest of the afternoon. $a_Their lips twitch like $a_they's fighting a smile. "And you're getting crumbs all over it."
You watch as $a_they tries to regain $a_their composure, straightening $a_their posture and attempting to look dignified while wearing sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. The blush hasn't faded though, and combined with $a_their messy hair and the way $a_they keeps sneaking glances at you, it makes $a_them look younger. More vulnerable.
It's these moments, when $a_their carefully constructed walls come down just a little, that remind you why you keep coming back to $a_them, despite everything.
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Athiel freezes mid-rant, fork halfway to $a_their mouth. $a_Their eyes widen slightly before narrowing, a telltale blush creeping up $a_their neck to $a_their cheeks.
"The couch is... adorable?" $a_they repeats slowly, fork lowering back to $a_their plate.
"Yes," you say with far too much conviction, desperately trying to save face. "Very adorable. The... um... pillows are particularly cute. Orange is a cute color. On the couch. Which is adorable."
You want to smack yourself. Or possibly disappear into the very expensive, apparently adorable couch cushions forever. Your stomach does an uncomfortable flip as Athiel just... stares at you, $a_their blush deepening by the second.
"Right," $a_they finally says, voice slightly strangled. $a_They clears $a_their throat, running a hand through $a_their messy hair. "The couch. That costs more than your yearly salary. Is adorable."
"Exactly," you nod vigorously, pointedly looking anywhere but at $a_them. "And the throw blanket. Very cute. All of it. The furniture. Not... not anything else."
A beat of silence follows your rambling. Then Athiel lets out a sound that's somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, $a_their face now completely red.
"You're terrible at this," $a_they mutters, shifting on the couch. "Just... shut up and watch the show."
You sink further into the blanket, mortified by your failed attempt at... whatever that was. The detective on screen is saying something important, probably, but all you can focus on is how Athiel keeps sneaking glances at you when $a_they thinks you're not looking. And you're doing the same, as subtly as $a_them.
$a_Their ears are still pink, the blush refusing to fade even as $a_they tries to act normal, stabbing at $a_their pasta with more force than necessary.
"The couch isn't adorable," $a_they huffs after a moment. "It's sophisticated. Elegant. Designer."
"Right," you agree quickly, grateful for the out. "Sophisticated. That's what I meant."
"Obviously," $a_they huffs, but there's something soft in $a_their expression that makes your heart do a weird little skip. $a_They turns back to the TV, still blushing. "Now shut up and let me explain why this blood spatter analysis is completely wrong."
It's these moments, when $a_their carefully constructed walls come down just a little, that remind you why you keep coming back to $a_them, despite everything.
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The effect is immediate.
Athiel's fork freezes halfway to $a_their mouth, $a_their entire face flushing a brilliant shade of red that spreads down $a_their neck and disappears beneath $a_their shirt collar. $a_They opens $a_their mouth, closes it, then opens it again like a fish out of water.
"What– I'm not– That's–" $a_they sputters, setting $a_their plate down with more force than necessary. "I am NOT cute. I'm a professional model. I'm hot. Sexy. Devastating. But not... cute."
The last word comes out like it personally offends $a_them, and you can't help but smile, watching $a_them get more flustered with each passing second. It's fascinating how someone arrogant and confident, who makes a living being photographed and admired can get so worked up over a simple compliment.
"No, really," you continue, feeling bold despite the warmth in your own cheeks. "The way you get so invested in the show, how you keep throwing theories around... it's cute."
"Stop saying that!" $a_They grabs a decorative pillow and throws it at you, trying desperately to end this conversation. "I'm trying to educate you on proper detective work here. There's nothing cute about it."
The pillow lands harmlessly in your lap, and you hug it to your chest, still smiling. "Whatever you say, but the blush kind of proves my point."
Athiel's hands fly up to cover $a_their cheeks, which only makes them burn hotter. "I'm not blushing. It's... it's just hot in here. And the wine. Definitely the wine."
"You haven't touched your wine glass," you can't help but point out.
$a_They makes a strangled sound, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume. "Just... watch the show. And stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like... that!" $a_They waves $a_their hand vaguely in your direction, still refusing to meet your eyes. "All... soft and stuff. I'm not some puppy you can coo over."
You bite back another smile, turning your attention back to the screen. But you can still see $a_them from the corner of your eye, the way $a_they keeps touching $a_their burning cheeks when $a_they thinks you're not looking, how $a_they steals glances at you between scenes.
Maybe it's the emotional exhaustion of the day, or maybe it's just $a_them, but something about this moment feels... right. Safe. Like you could stay here forever, watching $a_them pretend $a_they's not the most endearing person you've ever met.
It's these moments, when $a_their carefully constructed walls come down just a little, that remind you why you keep coming back to $a_them, despite everything.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C8ROUADEP28">><</button>>"Sure you were," $a_they drawls, and you can hear the smirk in $a_their voice without looking. "That's why you've been staring at me for the past five minutes while I explained how the blood splatter pattern clearly shows the murderer was left-handed."
You stuff a forkful of pasta in your mouth to avoid answering, keeping your eyes on the TV. The food really is good, some kind of creamy sauce with herbs you can't identify. Yeah, very good. The food, that is. It's very good. Just that.
"What?" $a_they prods, nudging your leg with $a_their foot. "No comeback?<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>No sarcastic comment about my detective skills? You're losing your touch, $name.<</if>>"
When you still don't look at $a_them, $a_they shifts on the couch, and suddenly $a_their face appears in your field of vision, blocking the TV.
$a_Their blue eyes are dancing with amusement, and there's still that underlying concern. But there's also a soft blush coloring $a_their neck as $a_they tries to act like $a_they's the one who has the upper hand here.
"Hey," $a_their voice softens slightly. "I'm trying to distract you here. The least you could do is pretend to be entertained by my brilliant deductions."
Finally, you meet $a_their eyes. You wish you hadn't.
$a_They's closer than you expected, close enough that you can see the slight dampness still clinging to $a_their eyelashes from $a_their shower. $a_Their usual perfect composure is completely gone, replaced by something softer. It makes your heart do strange things in your chest.
"I..." you start, then stop, not sure what you were going to say.
The slight pink spread to $a_their cheeks as $a_they realizes how close $a_they's gotten. $a_They doesn't move back. "You...?"
"The detective just found another clue," you blurt out, pointing at the TV behind $a_their head.
Athiel blinks, then lets out a laugh. A real one, not $a_their usual sardonic chuckle. The sound makes $a_their whole face light up, and the pink on $a_their cheeks deepens to red.
$a_They flops back onto $a_their end of the couch, running a hand through $a_their messy hair.
"Whatever," $a_they mumbles, fixing $a_their hair and hiding $a_their face with the blond strands.
You sink deeper into the blanket, trying to hide your own smile. The knot in your chest loosens just a little bit more.
It's these moments, when $a_their carefully constructed walls come down just a little, that remind you why you keep coming back to $a_them, despite everything.
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*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You feel guilty. It's been only a few months since Elias died and you're already with another person, Athiel at that.|Chap3C8ROUADEP29]]<<else>>[[You feel guilty. It's been only a few months since Ellie died and you're already with another person, Athiel at that.|Chap3C8ROUADEP29]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroe == "man">>[[You don't feel guilty. Not because you don't love Elias anymore, but because you will have to move on eventually.|Chap3C8ROUADEP30]]<<else>>[[You don't feel guilty. Not because you don't love Ellie anymore, but because you will have to move on eventually.|Chap3C8ROUADEP30]]<</if>>
*[[You're torn.|Chap3C8ROUADEP31]]<<set $guiltydate to "yes">>
<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>You weren't sure about dating anyone, but it hurts you to think that Athiel could be different, that $a_they could be the exception. $a_They's $namee's <i>brother</i> for fuck's sake. How can you feel this way for Athiel when, not only $a_they's $namee's $e_brother but also someone who seems to despise and like you at the same time? And yet, here you are, considering if there could be more between you two. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You were set on not dating anyone, weren't you? So why the fuck are you wavering on your decision when Athiel is around? Your boyfriend's $e_brother at that. Not only do you feel guilty but also angry at yourself for thinking that way. You're <i>not</i> gonna date Athiel but just thinking about it only makes you more confused and lost.<<else>>You weren't against dating when Athiel brought up this topic, but do you feel good about it? Absolutely not. Not when it's been only a few months since your $e_boyfriend <i>died</i>. What kind of person would think about their $e_brother's $e_boyfriend that way after something so heartbreaking?<</if>>
The guilt eats at you from inside, and you hate yourself for feeling the warmth spreading in your chest each time Athiel is nearby despite everything.
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<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>You weren't sure about dating anyone, and you're still not sure about it even now. And to think that Athiel could be different, that $a_they could be the exception? You loved $namee, still do; but moving on shouldn't be something you should feel guilty about. It's life; one day you will eventually have to move on. Guilt is a harsh word, something you don't quite feel. Sadness, longing, love for $namee, probably, but not guilt. Even if it's Athiel.<<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You were set on not dating anyone, weren't you? And while those feelings have been building during those few months, you're still not ready for that. But if things develop into something more and end up dating Athiel? You won't feel guilty. You loved and still love $namee, but you won't stop yourself from moving on, slowly, steadily.<<else>>You weren't against it when Athiel brought up the topic of seeing people, but do you feel good about it? Not exactly. However, with time and patience, you won't feel guilty for wanting to move on. That doesn't undermine the love you felt and feel for $namee, of course not. That just means you'll let yourself live while carrying the love in your memories without any regrets.<</if>>
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<<if $dateothers == "dunno">>Just like you were torn about dating someone and just like you're torn when you feel yourself melting under Athiel's rare soft looks and smiles reserved for you. There are no answers, no words for what you're feeling right now. The inner turmoil is present, but there's also this warmth that keeps spreading in your chest whenever Athiel is around. <<elseif $dateothers == "no">>You're not ready to date anyone, yet your growing feelings for $namee's $e_brother are here. You miss $namee, yet feel yourself relax and seek Athiel's warmth and presence. You love $namee, yet Athiel is slowly taking a bigger place in your heart than $a_they had slightly during those months. Contradiction after contradiction, you can't pinpoint which is more important than the other, and that only ends with you completely confused and lost.<<else>>You're ready to potentially date someone, yet can't help but watch Athiel when you think $a_they's not looking. You miss $namee, yet feel yourself relax and seek Athiel's warmth and presence. You love $namee, yet Athiel is slowly taking a bigger place in your heart than $a_they had slightly during those few months. Contradiction after contradiction, you can't pinpoint which is more important than the other, and that only ends with you completely confused and lost.<</if>>
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<b>10:23
Macara Residence – Home</b>
Lying on your bed, you stare at the ceiling absently, eyes puffy from so much crying yesterday. You're still drained, obviously so, if sprawling on your bed instead of rejoining the others is anything to go by. You only meant to grab something and go back downstairs, but your bed called you, and you'll never deny your sweetheart anything.
So it results in you staring blankly up while giving $catname the attention he clearly needed, his purr so loud you wonder if your group of misfits can hear him from downstairs. He rolls on his back, clearly not having any balance on your chest but doing it anyway. His paws stretch in the air as you try to prevent his fall by awkwardly joining your straight arms against his sides.
"Be gentle," you chide the feline when he starts to nibble your arm, falling on his side. "This is supposed to be a tender moment here, $catname. You're ruining it."
The cat only meows in response, which sounds suspiciously nonchalant and awfully dismissive. He lifts his head to look at you, and you swear his face screams 'I do what I want when I want' with another meow.
You lift your brows at him. "You're done? Or are you gonna keep cursing at me in cat language some more?"
His head snaps to the opened window, his ears perking up and flicking as if searching for a noise he must've heard.
A minute passes.
Nothing.
He lazily slides his attention back to you, headbutting you to ask for pets. That earns a huff of laughter from you—
That dies instantly when something hits the wall.
Silence.
Then again the same sound. And again.
You tense, glancing at the noise only to see a way too large <i>flying</i> cockroach.
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*[[You yelp, pushing your cat slowly in its direction. "Kill it, kill it, kill it!"|Chap3C10]]
*[[You scream, none too proud of the noise escaping your throat. "AH! MOTHERFUCKING COCKROACH!"|Chap3C11]]
*[["You deal with it, or should I?" you ask your cat as if talking about the weather.|Chap3C12]]
*[["Alriiiight," you say to your cat slowly and quietly. "I'm gonna stand up and leave this room while you kill it, deal?"|Chap3C13]]
*[[You try to catch the cockroach before your cat can.|Chap3C14]]
<b>14:20
Valley Street...</b>
Vailyn's usual dramatic flair and easy smiles are nowhere to be seen; the cozy mood they felt moments ago disappeared before they could prepare themselves, leaving place to something completely different from 'cozy'.
Their knuckles tighten around the steering wheel until their rosy skin turns white. How could they smile in a situation like this? They admit they can be quite dramatic at some less than idle moment, but this is about you.
Worry, fear, and panic gnaw at them slowly and painfully from within. All kinds of scenarios fill their mind, which clearly doesn't help their already agitated state in the car. They feel like shaking some sense into the pedestrians not walking fast enough on the crosswalk, basically getting in their way.
They don't have the patience to be nice, but they stay respectful… kind of. They honk, nearly breaking the steering wheel by how much force they're putting into it. They hold their palm pressed against the klaxon, people hurrying and other glaring in Vailyn's direction, most likely thinking what an asshole they're being.
Your sobs still echo in their head, and they feel like shit. They weren't here when $namee had $e_their accident; they weren't here to reassure you when you had to worry about the 'rent'. They were too busy living their life to its fullest in some other country to realize how hurt, stressed, and lost you must have been.
They were too busy using the money that was in reality Athiel's and Ekissa's to buy themself cocktails at some bar while flirting with random men. They didn't know that; you made sure to avoid the topic during your texts and calls.
This subject was always a sore one for you, so even if you didn't have Athiel and Ekissa to help you, they doubt you would've asked for help. That's how you are with money. How you've always been.
Ekissa told them it wasn't their fault, that they couldn't have known what happened. But what Vailyn thinks is quite the opposite. They should've been here to remind you it was okay not to pay the rent you all agreed on—even if Vailyn did so reluctantly. That it was okay to rely on them while you get back on your feet.
But they weren't there, were they? And they hate themself for that. Everything would've been more bearable for you if they weren't acting like some teenager discovering the world and spending most of their time traveling here and there.
They saw nothing, not even when you texted each other to have some news. They thought everything was finally going well for you—you were having a better life, literally.
Until you weren't.
And now they can't help but wonder if you're hiding more, they're deliberating if they'll have to cook Ekissa to, again, gather more information on what happened during these past months. They're not sure if Ekissa spilled it all.
The car slows down as they park it at the nearby coffee shop. Getting out, they walk to the end of the parking lot to join the sidewalk, scanning around and analyzing each alley where you could've hidden.
Running blindly won't help anyone; they have to be smart about it.
You said you were in an alleyway near the grocery store. Vailyn's eyes bounce from building to building before stopping on the grocery store across the road. Not waiting another second, they reach up to tie their red hair into a high ponytail.
They roll their shoulders.
And run.
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The curves of their body catch many eyes on their way, and while that would be yet another excuse to tease and remind you that despite their old age they still got it, now is definitely not the time. In this moment, the only important thing is to get you somewhere safe and spoil you with sweets or food or anything to bring back this smile of yours.
Their brown eyes glint with determination and concern; they're not sure their heart will be able to take whatever they're about to witness. It's not the first time, but each time is more painful than the last.
Stepping into an alleyway, their gaze instantly falls on you. And they were right. Their heart is taking a blow too hard for their mind to catch up. Their knees are on the ground right in front of you before their brain or yours can register. Their arms are wasting no time to gather your shaking body against them, having to sit to properly do so.
"My angel…" they whisper, voice steady—always an anchor, a safe haven when you need it.
You can't control your sobs, your hiccups, your pain. Your own trembling arms wrap around them, desperately needing someone—anyone—to soothe you. Your position is nothing glorious, nothing comfortable, with you sitting awkwardly while embracing the reassuring hold of Vailyn.
You're aware you're looking completely ridiculous right now, gripping them as if you were a kid again.
And yet. You don't care, because it's Vailyn.
"Vailyn…"
"I'm here," Vailyn coos tenderly, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubs soothing circles on your back.
Vailyn's chin props on the top of your head as they stare at the wall in front of them without seeing anything else but your comfort, your pain, <i>you</i>. The kid they never had. The raw anger they're feeling for whatever—whoever—put you in this state takes a backseat to keep all their focus on your well-being.
They swear to god, they just want to murder someone. Did your father contact you again? Did something happen to your cat? Are you sick? Did someone told you something? Touched you?
They don't know, and that only heightens their anger. Who dared put their angel in this state?
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*[["It hurts so much…" you hiccup, gripping the back of their shirt tighter.|Chap3C8ROUVDEP3]]
*[[You sniff, trying to somewhat lighten the mood. "Did you bring cookies?"|Chap3C8ROUVDEP4]]
*[["You came… You…" you take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to save face, to compose yourself.|Chap3C8ROUVDEP5]]
*[["Thank you…" you mumble brokenly, hiding your face against their shoulder. "Thank you…"|Chap3C8ROUVDEP6]]
"I know, angel," they murmur softly, their voice muffled by your hair. "I know."
They restrain themselves from reassuring you with the flurry of words they could say to you. They know it's not the time for that. Sometimes it does help, but sometimes words aren't needed. You need to let it all out, and they'll let you have this moment that has been looming over you all this time since $namee's death.
It was bound to happen; you had to break to be able to build yourself again with a fresh start. And this time, this time Vailyn is relieved to be here for you. To be the anchor you need.
"It hurts so much..." you hiccup again, pressing yourself closer to them, seeking their warmth, their comfort, anything to make the pain stop. There's no <<if $persona3 == "charm">>charming<<else>>intimidating<</if>> $name anymore, just a broken kid in their parent's embrace. "I can't... I can't do this anymore."
Vailyn's arms tighten around you protectively, their hand never stopping its soothing motion on your back. Their presence is grounding, familiar, safe—just like when you were younger and would run to their house after another one of your father's drunken rages.
Your tears soak through their shirt but they don't seem to mind, humming softly under their breath. It's an old lullaby, one they used to sing to calm you down when you'd cry from the literal and figurative pain while they'd hold you tight in their embrace. The melody, though broken by your sobs, wraps around you like a warm blanket.
"Let it out, angel," they whisper, rocking you gently. "Just let it all out."
And you do. You cry for $namee, for the life you once had, for the dreams that shattered, for everything that's been weighing on your shoulders. You cry until your throat is raw and your eyes burn, until your body shakes with the force of your sobs.
Vailyn remains steady, their heartbeat a constant rhythm against your ear. They don't try to shush you or tell you everything will be okay. They just hold you, letting you break apart in their arms because they know sometimes that's what you need to do to heal.
"I miss $e_them," you choke out between sobs. "I miss $e_them so much it feels like I'm dying."
Their fingers thread through your hair, the gesture so tender it makes fresh tears spill. "I know, angel. I know."
The alley is cold and dirty, definitely not the best place to fall apart, but with Vailyn here, it doesn't matter. They've always been your safe haven, the one person who could make you feel painfully loved like a parent should.
You clutch at them harder, their familiar scent of vanilla and coffee surrounding you. The pain doesn't lessen, but somehow it becomes more bearable with them here, sharing your burden like they've always done.
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A soft chuckle escapes Vailyn's lips, a mix of relief and fondness in their brown eyes. Their hand never stops its soothing motions on your back, giving you a gentle squeeze.
"Angel, I ran here like I was in some romance movie," they say, adopting the dramatic tone and bringing back some semblance of normalcy. "I didn't even take my tea with me. My perfectly good, exquisite, and let's not forget, expensive tea."
They pull back slightly, just enough to look at your face. Their thumb wipes away your tears with all the tenderness in the world. You can see their eyes getting glossy too, and yet they manage a playful smile.
"But I'll tell you what," they continue, their voice warm and loving. "Once we get you off this dirty ground—and I mean it, these are my favorite pants and they're ruined now—we'll go buy all the cookies you want. The good ones from that bakery you like, not those sad excuses for cookies from the grocery store you used to buy."
You hiccup a laugh despite yourself, remembering how many times they complained about those cookies. Vailyn gives you a knowing look, their smile growing wider.
"And," they add with a conspiratorial whisper. "I might even let you have ice cream for dinner. Just this once, mind you. Don't get used to it."
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>What am I? Ten?" you huff a weak laugh.
"Yes," they nod against the top of your head, leaving a tender kiss there before continuing. "For me you're still a baby."
"I'm not, though?"
"Really?" they hum in consideration, and you know they're smiling even if you can't see their face. "But you're so tiny!"
<<if $height == "very tall">>Should you be worried they're telling you that when you're literally taller than them?
"Vailyn…" you start carefully, hiding an amused smile against them. "I think you need to have your eyes checked."
They gasp in a mix of feigned innocence and mock offense. "Whatever do you mean, angel?"
You sigh fondly. "Never mind."<<elseif $height == "tall">>"Vailyn…" you start carefully, hiding an amused smile against them. "I think you need to have your eyes checked; we literally have the same height."
They gasp in a mix of feigned innocence and mock offense. "Whatever do you mean, angel?"
You sigh fondly. "Never mind."<<elseif $height == "average" or $height == "short" or $height == "very short">>"I'm not that short," you groan, though you <i>are</i>shorter than them. But you're not <i>tiny</i>. Right? Right??
"You're right, you're right," they concede, and you have the vague impression it's only to reassure you rather than being truthful.<</if>><<else>>You roll your eyes, though there's more fondness rather than real annoyance. "Should I remind you how old I am?"
"No need," they respond lightly. "You'll forever be a baby for me."
That elicits a groan from you, something that makes Vailyn laugh, their shoulders shaking against you.<</if>>
Their fingers card through your hair. "But I have to warn you," they say, trying to keep their voice light despite how tight their hold on you is. "If we're getting ice cream, I'm definitely stealing some. Parent tax and all that."
Their attempt at normalcy, at bringing a slice of comfort through humor and familiar banter, wraps around you like a warm blanket.
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Their arms tighten around you protectively, your body shaking against theirs as they rock you gently. The fabric of their shirt dampens with your tears but they don't mind, they never minded. Not when you were a kid sneaking into their house at night to escape your father's rage, not now as an adult breaking down in their arms.
"No, no," they whisper soothingly, continuing the gentle circles on your back. "Don't thank me, angel. Never thank me for this."
Your fingers curl tighter in their shirt, holding on as if they might disappear if you let go. The familiar scent of their perfume surrounds you like a comforting blanket. It's the same scent that used to linger on the blankets they'd wrap around you during those late-night escapes.
Their steady heartbeat under your ear grounds you, even as your own heart feels like it's being torn apart. The alley around you fades away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace and the gentle rythm of their breathing.
"Angel," they murmur into your hair, voice thick with emotion. "My sweet angel."
You feel their lips press against the top of your head, a gesture so achingly familiar it makes fresh tears spill down your cheeks. It's the same way they'd comfort you after bandaging your scrapes, after hearing your father's screams through the walls, after every moment you needed someone to just be there.
Their hand never stops its soothing motion on your back, steady and constant like their presence in your life.
The gratitude wells up again, choking you with its intensity. "Thank–"
"Don't," they cut you off gently, cradling you closer. "This is what family does. This is what I do. I'll always come for you, angel. Always."
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Their arms tighten slightly around you, one hand continuing to caress the back of your head in an oh-so familiar way. They're holding you close, letting you ground yourself in their scent, in the press of their body against yours, steady despite the cold ground under your knees.
There's a tenderness in their embrace that never fails to make you feel protected. But this time, even that safety net they're offering you isn't enough to help you control your emotions. You're falling apart in Vailyn's arms and no amount of composure can stop it, no matter how hard you try.
You feel their breathing, their chest rising and falling against your own. Feel their heartbeat, slightly faster than usual but still calmer than yours, louder than your heart. And you want to hide forever in their arms, away from everything. Away from the pain, from the harsh reality.
From yourself.
Despite your attempt to take control back, you can only shudder and shake in their hold. Their tenderness hurts almost as much as it helps. Their silent presence as they give you time, their patience as they hold you, it breaks another part of you.
You're not ready to face what happened, to explain what broke you, to see their face when you'll tell them what happened in that damn restaurant and the reason why you agreed for a date in the first place. You're ashamed, tired and so, so lost.
And so, instead of trying to explain, to find your words, you let yourself melt in their arms even more. Let yourself be vulnerable with the only person who never judged you for it, never mocked you for it.
They're pulling you closer, almost cradling you now, and you want to apologize. For making them come here in what must have been a panic. For making them worry. For making them sit in a dirty alley. For making them waste their time with you.
But you can't find your voice or push the words past the lump in your throat. Your sobs are dying down, leaving you exhausted, trembling and raw. The feeling of their fingers in your hair grounds you, even as tears continue to soak their shirt.
"You came..." you repeat, voice barely a whisper, the words getting lost in the fabric of their shirt.
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After what feels like hours but is probably just minutes, Vailyn shifts slightly.
"You think you can stand, angel?" they ask softly, their voice still gentle and warm.
You nod weakly against their shoulder, though your grip on their shirt doesn't loosen. They don't rush you, letting you take your time as they slowly help you to your feet. Their arms stay wrapped around you, supporting most of your weight as your legs shake beneath you.
"Easy there," they murmur, keeping you steady. "I've got you."
The walk to their car is slow, patient. Their heels click softly against the pavement, a rhythmic sound that helps ground you further. They keep you tucked against their side, shielding you from the curious glances of passersby.
When you reach their car, they open the passenger door with one hand while keeping you upright with the other.
"Watch your head," they say softly, helping you sink into the seat.
They lean in to buckle your seatbelt, their movements careful and maternal. The scent of their perfume envelops you again as they adjust the belt to make sure you're comfortable.
Vailyn shuts your door gently before walking around to the driver's side. They slide in with a smile, despite their obvious worry, and turn to face you.
"Angel," they start, reaching over to stroke the back of your hair with tender fingers. They take a deep breath before continuing. "What happened?"
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*[[You stay silent, not wanting any problems, avoiding their gaze.|Chap3C8ROUVDEP8]]
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The leather seat creaks slightly as you shift, trying to make yourself smaller, to avoid the concerned gaze you can feel burning into the side of your face. You were waiting for this to happen, and while talking about it with Vailyn isn't something that would bother you, the reason behind it and what happened in this restaurant are not something you're quite ready to confess.
Vailyn sighs softly. "Angel, look at me." When you don't, they gently turn your face toward them. "Please?"
Reluctantly, your eyes meet theirs. The maternal worry in their expression makes your throat tight again. They've always looked at you like this—like you're their kid who needs protecting, even though you're both adults now.
"Talk to me," they coax, hand sliding from your head to your cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear. "You know better than to think I'm letting this go. What got my angel crying in an alley?"
You bite your lip, looking away again. Vailyn waits patiently, their hand moving again to squeeze your shoulder supportively.
The silence stretches between you, broken only by the occasional sniffle.
"Angel," they try again, their voice taking on that tone they used when you were younger and trying to hide things from them. "Whatever it is, I'm here. Let me help."
A weak laugh escapes you, more of a sob really. "It's stupid..."
"If it made you cry, it's not stupid," they counter immediately, firm but gentle. "Try me."
You take a shaky breath. "I... went on a date."
Their hand tightens slightly on your shoulder. "A date?"
"Yeah," you mumble. "From one of those... dating apps. At that cheap restaurant…"
Vailyn sucks in a breath, and you can practically feel them connecting the dots. Their other hand grips the steering wheel tightly, knuckles whitening.
"Stay here," they say suddenly, voice controlled but with an edge you recognize. They're reaching for their door handle. "Lock the doors."
"Vailyn–"
"Lock. The. Doors." They repeat, each word precise and sharp. "I'll be right back. I just need to have a... conversation with someone."
Their protective fury is barely contained now, reminding you of all the times they confronted your father. It's the same energy, the same defensive anger on your behalf.
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Vailyn's eyes narrow slightly, their protective instincts flaring. "A date?" They turn more fully towards you. "Angel, what kind of date leaves you crying in an alley?"
You shrink a bit in your seat, still avoiding their gaze. Their tone is gentle but you can hear the underlying steel in it—the same tone they used when confronting your father years ago.
"It wasn't... I mean..." you tries to form coherent words, feeling stupid now. "I met them through this app and–"
"An app?" Vailyn interrupts, their voice rising slightly before they catch themselves. They take a deep breath, obviously trying to stay calm. "You met a stranger from an app? Alone?"
The concern in their voice makes you feel even more stupid. Of course it was dumb. Of course Vailyn would react this way. They've always been protective, always worried about you making these worrisome kinds of mistakes.
"I know, I know," you mumble, finally looking at them. "It was stupid. I just... I was feeling lonely and–"
Their expression softens immediately. They reach over and cup your cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear. "Oh, angel. You could have called me. You know that, right?"
You can't help a faint grimace. "I didn't want to bother you..."
"You never bother me," they say firmly. "Never. Now, stay here and lock the doors. I'm going to have a chat with someone."
Your eyes widen. "Vailyn, no–"
"Vailyn, yes," they say, their tone leaving no room for argument. They're already reaching for their door handle, their red ponytail swishing with determination. "Lock the doors, angel. I'll be right back."
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Vailyn's eyes narrow slightly. "Angel," they say, their tone carrying that familiar mix of concern and 'don't-you-dare-lie-to-me' that they've perfected over the years. "You were sobbing in an alley. That's not nothing."
You shift uncomfortably under their knowing gaze. They've always been able to see right through you, ever since you were kids. It used to drive you crazy then, and it still does now.
"I mean it," they continue softly, their thumb wiping away a stray tear. "You called me crying. You never call me crying unless something is really wrong. Talk to me, angel."
The gentle persistence in their voice makes your resolve crumble. Your shoulders slump as you lean back into the seat, exhausted.
"It was... just a stupid date at that cheap restaurant…" you finally admit, voice barely above a whisper.
Their eyes flash dangerously, but their touch remains gentle on your face. "A date?" They repeat, their other hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. "With whom?"
You look down at your hands. "Someone I met... online," you mumble, knowing how it sounds. "I just…"
Vailyn takes a deep breath, and you can practically see the gears turning in their head. "Stay here," they say finally, their voice carefully controlled as they withdraw their hand. "I'm going to have a little chat with this person."
"Vailyn, don't–"
"Lock the doors," they cut you off, their tone leaving no room for argument as they unbuckle their seatbelt. "I mean it, angel. Lock them and don't open for anyone but me."
They pause with their hand on the door handle, brown eyes meeting yours with fierce protectiveness. "I'll be right back."
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Vailyn's eyes narrow slightly, their maternal instincts kicking into high gear. "Angel," they say, their tone gentle but firm. "You know better than to try that with me."
You close your eyes, head falling back against the headrest. Of course they wouldn't let it go. They never did, even when you were just a kid trying to hide your bruises.
"Come on now," they coax. "You called me crying in an alley. I haven't seen you this upset since..." they trail off, both of you knowing exactly what they're referring to. "It doesn't matter. Just tell me, please?"
"It's stupid," you mutter, but their steady gaze doesn't waver.
They've always had this way of making you feel safe enough to talk, even when you didn't want to. Their thumb rubs soothing circles on your hand. "Nothing that makes you cry like that is stupid, angel."
You bite your lip, finally turning to meet their concerned brown eyes. "I... went on a date at that cheap restaurant with no heater."
Their eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but they don't interrupt. Their grip on your hand tightens slightly, encouraging you to continue.
"It was from one of those apps," you add, feeling more stupid by the second<<if $dateothers == "no">>, even if you meant to cancel this date in the end<</if>>. "I wasn't thinking, I just... I don't know. I thought maybe..."
Understanding dawns on their face, followed quickly by a flash of anger they try to hide. "Where are they?" they ask, their voice dangerously calm. "Still at the restaurant?"
"Vailyn, don't–"
"Angel," they cut you off, already reaching for their door handle. "Lock the doors while I'm gone."
"Vailyn, c'mon that's–"
But they're already stepping out, their heels clicking with purpose.
"Lock. The. Doors," they repeat firmly, shutting their door with a finality that brooks no argument.
The last thing you see, before they stride toward the restaurant's direction, is the determined set of their shoulders and the protective fury in their eyes.
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Their eyes narrow slightly, catching the self-deprecating tone in your voice. "A date?" they repeat carefully, their hand moving to rest on your arm. "Angel, you didn't tell me you were seeing someone."
"Because I wasn't," you mumble, pulling at a loose thread on your sleeve. "It was... impulsive. Dating app."
"Oh, sweetheart..." Their voice softens even more, if that's even possible.
"I know, I know," you cut them off before they can continue. "It was stupid. Meeting a stranger at a cheap restaurant? Yeah, definitely stupid. I shouldn't have–"
"Hey," they interrupt gently but firmly, squeezing your arm. "Look at me, angel."
When you reluctantly meet their gaze, they offer a smile. "Whatever happened wasn't your fault. But I need to know if I should go back there and raise hell."
The protective edge in their voice makes your lips twitch despite yourself. "No, don't... it's not worth it."
"You're always worth it," they counter immediately, their motherly tone brooking no argument. "Now, are you going to tell me what this person did, or do I need to go back and find out myself?"
You can see they're serious—their car keys are already in their hand, ready to march back and confront whoever hurt you.
"Please just... can we go to your place first?" you ask quietly. "I'll tell you everything, I promise."
They study your face for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, angel. But this conversation isn't over."
Starting the car, they pause before putting it in drive. "I'm going to run into that store real quick to grab some things," they say, nodding toward the grocery store. "Lock the doors while I'm gone, okay?"
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Vailyn's heels click menacingly against the restaurant's floor as they enter, their eyes scanning the place with cold precision. Should they use what they learned from the army on that asshole? Should they show off what an ex-captain could do to shitty people like the one who ruined your day?
They've never been afraid to use their past against people who ask for it, nor are they ashamed of this fact. People just need a good humbling to remember their place. No one will be above you, they'll remain beneath you until Vailyn decides otherwise.
The casual chatter of diners fills the air, but one voice catches their attention—loud and obnoxious.
"Yeah, they just ran out like I did something wrong. So dramatic, $m_they $m_was practically crying," a $s_man laughs into $s_their phone, sprawled at a table. "The date was a waste of time, like, can you believe it? $m_They acted like I was asking $m_them to take off $m_their clothes when I just asked if $m_they $m_was interested. I should've known $m_they'd be like that when—"
Vailyn's nails dig into their palms. Before the $s_man can finish $s_their sentence, they're already crossing the distance. Their tall frame casts a shadow over $s_their table, making $s_them look up with annoyance that quickly turns to surprise.
In one fluid motion, they grab $s_their collar and yank $s_them up, their strength catching $s_them off guard. $s_Their phone clatters to the table as Vailyn slams $s_them against the nearest wall, their brown eyes blazing with controlled fury.
"What the fuck did you do to my angel?" they hiss, their voice low and dangerous.
The restaurant goes quiet, but Vailyn couldn't care less about the audience.
"Your what? I don't know what you're–" $s_they starts, trying to play dumb.
"Don't you fucking dare deny it," Vailyn cuts $s_them off, tightening their grip. "You just bragged about making someone run out of here in tears. So I'll ask again. What did you do?"
$s_They attempts to squirm free but Vailyn's grip is iron-clad, their height advantage keeping $s_them pinned. "Look dude, it was just a date–"
"Parent," they correct coldly. "And you better start talking before I decide to make this much worse for you."
The threat in their voice is clear, their usually warm brown eyes now dark with promise of violence. The $s_man swallows hard, finally seeming to realize the gravity of $s_their situation.
"What do you mean parent?" the $s_man chokes out, eyes wide as Vailyn's fingers wrap around $s_their throat with surprising strength, pinning $s_them against the restaurant's wall.
"Hey, please, you need to calm–" the waitress starts nervously, but Vailyn's cold glare makes her step back.
"Listen carefully, you piece of shit," Vailyn hisses, their nails digging into $s_their skin as they squeeze tighter and tighter. $s_Their face starts turning red, hands clawing uselessly at their grip. "That person you thought you could fuck with? That's my kid. And nobody, I mean nobody, gets to hurt them."
The $s_man struggles to breathe, $s_their eyes bulging as Vailyn leans closer, their normally warm brown eyes now dark with rage.
"If I ever see you again, if I ever hear you went near them or tried to contact them, I will make you disappear. And trust me sweetheart, I know people who can make that happen." They point at themselves, a creepy smile forming on their lips. "Me. I am that person who can make that happen. So you better be very careful, alright?"
They release $s_them suddenly, letting $s_them collapse against the wall gasping for air. Vailyn straightens their clothes casually, as if they hadn't just nearly strangled someone. "Sleep with one eye open, darling. You never know when I might decide you need another lesson in manners."
Turning to the trembling waitress, their voice shifts to something artificially sweet. "Be a dear and get me a large hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and those little marshmallows to go. My angel needs something warm and sweet."
The waitress practically runs to fulfill the order while the $s_man scrambles away, still coughing. Vailyn watches $s_them flee with a satisfied smirk, adjusting their ponytail as if they just finished a light workout instead of assaulting someone.
"And make it quick, honey," they call after the waitress. "I've got a kid waiting in the car."
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"Here we go, my precious, wonderful, extraordinary angel!" Vailyn exclaims, dramatics back in place as they get in the car, holding out a drink with one hand in your direction while the other one closes their car door. "I wanted to bankrupt them by buying all their sweets and pastries, but…"
They trail off, a dramatic sigh escaping them as they start the car. They don't finish their sentence; they don't need to. The only reason they didn't 'bankrupt' anyone was because of you. And as always, they respect your wish not to spend too much on you even if that physically pains them not to spoil you rotten.
"Don't you worry, though," they smile winningly, pulling out of the parking lot, their hair tied in a ponytail sliding over their shoulder. "I'll definitely bake those once home. You'll eat so much sweet you'll see pink everywhere."
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Vailyn lets out a dramatic gasp, pressing their free hand against their chest. "Excuse you? Are you questioning my parental wisdom right now? Hot chocolate is literally the solution to everything, angel. It's scientifically proven."
They take back the drink between their legs to wiggle the cup in front of you insistently, the whipped cream wobbling dangerously. "Look at all this cream! And those tiny marshmallows floating around like little boats of happiness. How can you resist this?"
Despite yourself, a weak smile tugs at your lips. "You're ridicul—"
"—ously good at making you smile," they finish your sentence smoothly, still holding out the cup. "Come on, take it before my arm falls off. Do you want me to become a one-armed parent? Is that what you want?"
You roll your eyes but take the drink, the warmth seeping through the cup and into your cold hands.
"There we go!" They beam. "And just so you know, I had to physically restrain myself from buying out their entire pastry section. The things I do for you, honestly."
You cradle the cup closer, watching the tiny marshmallows bob in the chocolate. "You know I hate when you spend too much on me."
"And you know I live to spoil you rotten, and I didn't even spend much this time," they counter, pulling out onto the main road. "But fine, I'll just have to make up for it by baking enough sweets to put you in a sugar coma. You can't stop me from using my own ingredients!"
Their enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself relaxing slightly into the seat. The hot chocolate might be a simple gesture, but it means more than they can imagine.
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The heat seeps through the cup into your palms, and you focus on that sensation rather than meeting Vailyn's concerned gaze. You can feel their eyes on you every few seconds as they drive, alternating between watching the road and checking on you.
You sink further into your seat, the drink steady in your grip. Your throat feels too tight to actually drink anything right now, but having something to hold onto helps. It's like an anchor, much like Vailyn's presence beside you.
Vailyn drives carefully, more carefully than their usual style, taking turns slowly and avoiding bumps in the road. Their consideration for little things like that makes your eyes burn with fresh tears, but you blink them back.
You've cried enough for one day.
The streets pass by in a blur outside your window, but you barely notice them. Your mind keeps replaying the disaster of a date, the suggestive words, the false innocence. Your hands tighten around the cup, the warmth almost too hot now, but you don't let go.
"The whipped cream is going to melt," Vailyn comments softly.
They're not pushing you to drink it, just making conversation, trying to keep you present instead of lost in your thoughts. You glance down at the drink, watching as the whipped cream slowly dissolves into the hot chocolate. The tiny marshmallows bob on the surface, pink and white spots of color in the dark liquid.
"I know," you respond, your voice barely above a whisper.
You still don't drink it, but you adjust your grip, feeling the warmth spread through your fingers anew.
The car continues its journey through the city, and you let the familiar motion and Vailyn's presence wash over you. The hot chocolate stays cradled in your hands, a physical reminder that you're not alone, that you have someone who cares enough to buy you comfort drinks and drive in the middle of their peaceful alone time just because you needed them.
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Vailyn's head snaps so fast in your direction you're surprised they don't get whiplash. Their eyes narrow dangerously, a clear warning that they're about to spend hours telling you how wrong you are if you keep going.
"I'm always a burden, always asking for help, always needing someone to save me from myself," you continue, your grip tightening around the cup. "First $namee, then Athiel and Ekissa, and now you–"
"Stop right there," Vailyn cuts you off, their voice firm but not unkind. They pull over to the side of the road, putting the car in park before turning fully to face you. "Look at me."
When you don't, they reach over and gently turn your face toward them. Their brown eyes are intense yet still hold warmth, filled with a mix of fierce protectiveness and concern.
"You're not a burden. You're family. And family takes care of each other, no questions asked." Their thumb wipes away a stray tear you didn't even realize had fallen. "Do you think I consider it 'fixing' when I help you? Because I don't. I consider it being there for someone I love."
You try to look away again but they won't let you. "Remember when I was going through that messy breakup with a man who I knew was trouble and showed up at your place at 3 AM, drunk and crying? Did you think I was a burden then?"
"That's different," you mumble.
"How?" they challenge. "How is it different? Because it's you? Because you think somehow you're less deserving of support?"
The words hit too close to home and you flinch. Vailyn's expression softens immediately.
"Angel, you've been through hell. You lost your partner, your father is an asshole, and some other asshole just treated you badly. You need help, and I'm happy to give you that help."
Their hand moves to cup your cheek, their touch warm and familiar. "And I will always, always be here to help you up when you fall. Not because I have to, but because I want to. Because you're my kid, and that's what parents do."
The sincerity in their voice makes your throat tight. You clutch the hot chocolate closer, letting its warmth seep into your hands as Vailyn's words seep into your heart.
"Now," they say, starting the car again. "Let's get you home and stuff you with so many sweets you'll forget that idiot ever existed."
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"Now that's a big fat lie if I ever heard one," Vailyn says firmly, their eyes focused on the road. "You're not pathetic, you're hurt. There's a difference, angel."
"Is there?" you mutter bitterly, staring at the steam rising from the cup. "Look at me, breaking down in some dirty alley because of a stupid date. Running away like a coward instead of–"
"Instead of what?" Vailyn cuts in, their knuckles whitening slightly on the steering wheel. "Instead of staying there and letting some asshole make you feel worse? That's not being pathetic, that's having enough self-respect to remove yourself from a bad situation."
They take a sharp turn, clearly still agitated. "And for the record, I'd rather pick you up from a thousand alleys than see you force yourself to endure something that hurts you."
You sink further into the seat, the warmth of the cup seeping into your cold hands. "But that's just it, isn't it? Everything hurts these days. Everything reminds me of... of $e_them."
Vailyn's expression softens immediately. "Of course it does, angel. You lost someone you loved. That kind of pain doesn't just disappear because some dating app matched you with a random person."
Their words hit too close to home and you feel fresh tears threatening to spill. Vailyn reaches over with one hand, squeezing your knee gently.
"You're not pathetic for grieving," they continue, their voice gentle but firm. "You're not pathetic for trying to move forward, even if it didn't work out. And you're definitely not pathetic for letting me help you. That's what family does."
The familiar streets pass by as Vailyn drives, their presence beside you steady and reassuring as always. You look down at the hot chocolate they bought you, complete with tiny marshmallows floating on top.
"I just..." you start, voice catching. "I just wish I could be stronger."
"Angel," Vailyn sighs, glancing at you with such fierce affection it makes your heart ache. "You're one of the strongest people I know. And I'm not just saying that because I'm biased—though I absolutely am."
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Vailyn's hand immediately shoots out to flick between your brows, enough to sting but not enough to hurt, their eyes never leaving the road. "I don't want to hear that kind of thing coming out of your mouth ever again, angel. You're not fucked up, you're grieving. There's a difference."
Their voice, while stern, carries that familiar warmth that brings comfort. They glance at you briefly before focusing back on driving. "And for the record, taking care of you isn't some burden I'm 'used to'. It's a privilege. I'm perfectly content doing that, hell, I'm honored to be the one here for you."
You snort weakly, fidgeting with the cup's lid. "Yeah, right. Such a privilege to drop everything and come running because I can't handle a simple date–"
"Nope," they cut you off, popping the 'p' dramatically. "We're not doing this. We're not playing the self-deprecating game today. You know what's actually fucked up? That asshole who made you cry. Now that's someone who's genuinely messed up."
Their fingers drum against the steering wheel as they turn a corner. "Remember when I was going through that messy breakup with a $s_man who I knew was trouble and showed up at your place at 3 AM, drunk and crying? Did you think I was a burden then?"
"That's different," you mumble.
"How?" they challenge. "How is it different? Because it's you? Because you think somehow you're less deserving of support?"
The words hit too close to home and you flinch. Vailyn's expression softens immediately as they glance at you again. "We take care of each other, angel. That's what family does. And you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
You clutch the warm cup closer, feeling the heat seep through your cold fingers. The familiar scent of chocolate and vanilla fills the car, mixing with Vailyn's perfume.
It feels like home. And you don't need no house or apartment when you have Vailyn as your home.
"Now," they continue, their tone brightening. "Drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold. And when we get home, you're going to tell me exactly what happened while I stress-bake enough cookies to feed an army."
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A comfortable silence falls over the car, Vailyn driving while you stare at the road with quiet sniffles from time to time under Vailyn's chiding about blowing your nose because sniffing is a bad habit to have.
There's no other conversation, no forced topic about the weather. Just silence. A quiet you didn't know you needed.
For a moment, you're lost in thoughts, the lights of the cars around and streetlights blurring and losing focus until all you see is nothing but your thoughts filling and swirling in your head. Strangely, you don't feel overwhelmed by it all. You just let them invade your mind without looking too closely at them.
After a few minutes, you hesitate to talk or not, but curiosity takes over as you finally ask what you've been itching to know.
"Is $s_they alive?" you inquire, your nose scrunching slightly and jaw clenching at the thought of that stranger. "Please tell me you didn't threaten $s_them to burn $s_their place this time."
Vailyn gasps in dramatic offense, their gaze still on the road. They try to hide their anger, but the way their knuckles turn white by how tight they grip the steering wheel betrays them. "I'm offended you think I'd do the same thing twice, angel. I'm more creative than you give me credit for."
Your grimace deepens. <i>Figures.</i>
Of course you know too well how creative they can be. They seem to have plenty of ideas of how to torture people who happen to hurt you even if just a tiny bit. They and Ekissa always try to one-up each other in a battle of wits to see who could be better at murdering anyone without getting caught.
Hopefully this is just a game and not actually something they'd genuinely do for you. You don't think you could handle murders on top of everything that is your life. Still, the creepy part of you finds it adorable, really. Though you should probably never point that out if you don't want them to actually consider killing people for funsies.
You can't help but think that Athiel would've been good at this too, considering the number of true crimes $a_they watches to 'relax'.
"But you threatened $s_them," you press, glancing at them when they don't deny this tidbit.
"We had a discussion."
"So you threatened $s_them," you nod slowly, turning your attention back to the road, the streetlights outside casting alternating shadows across your features.
A conclusion. Not a question.
"Having a discussion, threatening," Vailyn waves vaguely around with their free hand with a small huff of laughter. "It's all the same, isn't it, angel?"
"Not really, no…"
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<b><i>Hours later…</i></b>
On the balcony of their hotel room, you watch the stars twinkling high in the sky—or at least the few you can see from here. A comfy and warm blanket envelops your body and threatens to swallow your face as you use your chin to stick it under it on your chair. Your knees against your chest and arms around your legs, you take a deep breath of the cold of winter, stinging your nostrils a little.
Vailyn is sitting right next to you, in the same position but with a warm mug in one hand, the smoke snaking up into the air. You had another warm drink just earlier, but you were faster to finish it than Vailyn, who seems to appreciate every single drop of their hot tea.
"One day it'll be easier to breathe," they say after taking a small sip of their tears, their warm gaze aimed at the dark sky. "You feel like everything is useless, that happiness won't find you again—not like $namee made you feel. But time will heal you. It won't make you forget, and it won't bring back the same love you had, but it'll help you live with it. You'll learn to love again—a different kind of love, but fulfilling all the same. If loving someone isn't in your plan and will never be something you want, then it'll be about loving yourself."
Their soft and tender voice lulls you, your chest tightening at each word—of pain, anger, sadness, but most of all, of gratitude to have a parent like Vailyn by your side. It sure as hell wouldn't have been your father to reassure you like this. Your mother, though… Your mother would've probably said the same thing as Vailyn, which is ironic considering…
You shake your head. You won't think of this piece of your past.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">> "Poetic much?" you tease, but your playful side doesn't show completely. You're too drained to joke properly.
Vailyn tears their gaze away from the stars to look at you, a warm expression now fully on who they always considered their kid. "I'd like to think so. Does my poetic way helped you feel better, angel?"<<else>>"That's… poetic," you mumble, gaze losing focus. "Though, I expected nothing less from you."
"Is that…" they start in dramatic awe, their eyes widening a tad. "…a compliment from my angel I hear?"
You sigh, shaking your head fondly. "Yes, that was a compliment."
"Awesome," they breathe out, their smile stretching wider. "Does my poetic way helped you feel better, at least?"<</if>>
You offer a small smile, the first genuine one since the carnage that was your date. "Much better."
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*[[You hold out your hand, palm up, as Vailyn takes it. "You're the best parent I've ever had, Vailyn."|Chap3C8ROUVDEP22]]
*[[You tilt your head, your cheek resting on your knees as you mumble. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."|Chap3C8ROUVDEP23]]
*[["Next time," you start, straightening slightly to reach out and gently squeeze their shoulder. "Next time I won't break."|Chap3C8ROUVDEP24]]
*[[You stare at the stars, taking a deep breath as you mutter. "You're important to me, Vailyn, so thank you for not giving up on me."|Chap3C8ROUVDEP25]]
*[[You stay silent, your body relaxing further into your chair. You really hope Vailyn knows what they mean to you even if you don't voice it in this moment.|Chap3C8ROUVDEP26]]
And you mean it. Sure, blood doesn't link you in any way, but they did more than your father will ever do. They're the gentle parent you've never had for long, the person you seeked every time everything went to hell. They took both the duty and role of being the paternal and maternal figure at the same time, without complaining even once.
They were there before Ekissa or $namee came into the picture.
Vailyn's fingers intertwine with yours instantly, their grip warm and secure as their thumb brushes over your knuckles. A soft smile graces their features, tender and loving and something you're very familiar with. You've seen this expression countless times before.
"Oh angel," they coo softly, bringing your joined hands to their lips to press a kiss on the back of your hand. "That means everything to me."
You know they mean it. Vailyn has always been honest with their feelings. They never hid how much they care about you, even if sometimes you don't understand why they do. They've been giving you not only their time but their heart too. And you can't help but feel proud to be their kid.
You squeeze their hand gently, finding comfort in the warmth they provide. They've always been warm, in both the physical and emotional way. Like now, with their hand in yours and their eyes glowing with pure affection in the dark of the night.
"I love you," they murmur, not expecting anything back. They know how hard it is for you to voice your feelings. After all, they've been here since the beginning. "And I'll always be here for you, my precious angel."
You draw their hand closer, hugging it against your chest as you stare at the stars again, feeling lighter than before. Your heart is still hurting, the pain still raw and burning, but Vailyn makes it more bearable just by being here.
Your blanket falls from your shoulders, exposing your neck to the cold air but you don't mind. Not when you have Vailyn's hand against your heart, not when you can feel their own warmth radiating. They must notice because they chuckle, using their free hand to tug back the blanket over your shoulders.
"You'll catch a cold," they tut, their motherly tone making your lips twitch.
You hum, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. The comfortable silence stretches between you two, a familiarity you cherish. You've always loved these moments with Vailyn, when words aren't needed to understand each other.
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Vailyn's eyes soften impossibly more; putting down their mug to reach out and gently brush their thumb over your cheek. "My precious angel, it's not about deserving. Love isn't about deserving. I chose you, I choose you and I'll keep choosing you."
Their voice is so tender, so warm that your vision blurs with tears again. Not of sadness this time but of overwhelming love for this person who took you under their wings without hesitation. "Still…"
"No still," they cut you off gently, shifting in their chair to fully face you. "Listen, angel. You don't have to do anything to deserve my love. You already have it, unconditionally. I'm here because I want to be, because you're important to me, because you're my kid."
A tear rolls down your cheek, and they catch it with their thumb. "And I'll always be here, whether you're having your best day or your worst. Whether you're crying or laughing. Whether you feel like you deserve it or not. I'm not going anywhere."
You sniffle, but manage a watery smile. "You're going to make me cry again."
"Then cry," they say simply, their hand moving to cup your cheek. "Cry, laugh, scream—do whatever you need to do. I'll be right here holding your hand through it all."
Their words wrap around you like the warm blanket you're cocooned in, making you feel safe and protected. The winter air nips at your exposed face but Vailyn's presence is like a shield against the cold.
"Besides," they continue, a hint of their usual playfulness creeping into their tone. "Who else is going to appreciate my amazing baking skills and dramatic flair? Hm? You're stuck with me, angel."
That pulls a genuine laugh from you, small but real. Vailyn beams at the sound, clearly pleased with themself for making you laugh.
They lean back in their chair, their eyes twinkling with affection as they look at you before looking away with a smile still playing on their lips.
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Vailyn snorts, making you blink at their sudden reaction. "That's nonsense, angel. And you know it."
Before you can protest, they turn their head to look at you with such intensity that whatever words you had ready die in your throat. Their brown eyes shine with the reflection of the stars and lights of the city, but most of all, they shine with understanding.
"You will break again," they continue, their voice tender and firm at the same time as they place their hand over yours on their shoulder. "And I'll be here again to help you through it. Breaking doesn't mean you're weak, it means you're human. You're allowed to shatter, crumble, cry, scream—anything you need. There's nothing wrong with that. Everyone breaks sometimes, everyone."
You open your mouth, but they squeeze your hand, stopping you again. "No, listen to me. I know you want to be strong, to keep going forward without breaking down. But angel, strength isn't about not breaking. It's about getting back up after you do. And you know what? Each time you do, you get stronger. Maybe not in the way you think, but you do."
Their thumb strokes your skin softly, their warmth seeping through you. "So next time, don't try to hold it in. Don't try to be strong for the sake of being strong. Let yourself feel, let yourself break. I'll be here to catch you, to help you put the pieces back together. That's what parents are for."
A gentle breeze sweeps through the balcony, making your blanket flutter slightly. The city beneath buzzes with life, cars honking in the distance, people laughing as they walk down the streets. Yet here, in this moment with Vailyn, everything feels peaceful.
"Besides," they add with a hint of their usual playfulness. "I quite enjoy threatening assholes who hurt my kid. Keeps me young."
You can't help the small laugh that escapes you, shaking your head at their antics. They might act dramatic and silly most of the time, but you know there's steel beneath that facade. You've seen it today, felt it in the way they held you in that alley, heard it in their voice when they promised to always be there.
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Their eyebrows shoot up before their expression softens into something tender and warm, motherly in ways that always soothe your heart.
"Angel, giving up on you was never an option," they say softly, their voice carrying through the quiet night air. Their hand lingers near your cheek before retreating back to their mug. "And it never will be."
You watch as they take another sip of their tea. The way they hold themself, relaxed yet protective, reminds you of countless nights like this—just the two of you, finding peace in each other's company.
"I mean it," you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. The blanket shifts as you adjust your position, pulling it tighter around yourself. "Everything's been... such a mess lately. But you're here, steady as always."
Vailyn hums softly, a small smile playing at their lips. "That's what parents do, angel. We stay steady when our kids need an anchor. At least, that's what they're supposed to do, that's what <i>I</i> do."
The simple way they say it, like it's the most natural thing in the world, makes your heart swell. "Still," you insist, watching as steam rises from their mug into the cold night air. "I need you to know how much it means to me. How much you mean to me."
They turn to look at you fully then, their brown eyes soft with understanding and love. No words are needed—they know. They've always known. It's in the way they showed up today without question, in the way they hold you when you break, in the way they fight your battles when you can't.
The stars continue their silent dance above as you both sit in comfortable silence. It's enough. Being here, being together, knowing that whatever comes next, you have this.
You have them, and they have you.
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Words aren't really needed between the two of you anyway, they never were. Vailyn always had this incredible ability to understand what you were feeling without you having to explain.
The comfortable silence that settles between you both feels like a warm embrace, soothing your raw nerves and aching heart. The night breeze carries the distant sounds of the city; cars honking, people laughing, life continuing despite your world having temporarily stopped.
But here, in this bubble with Vailyn, everything feels a bit more manageable.
Their presence beside you is grounding, solid, and unwavering, like always. You can feel their occasional glances, checking on you without being overbearing. That's another thing you love about them. They know when to push and when to just exist quietly with you.
The blanket shifts as you sink deeper into its warmth, your eyes fixed on the few visible stars above. The city lights might dim their brilliance, but they're still there, still shining. Kind of like hope.
Sometimes hard to see but never completely gone.
A particularly cold gust of wind makes you burrow further into your cocoon, and you catch Vailyn's soft smile from the corner of your eye. They take another sip of their tea, the steam curling up into the night air.
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The minute passes, bleeding to minutes as Vailyn finishes their tea, leaning forward to put down their mug on the table inches ahead. Their smile softens further. "Remember when you used to be more stubborn about not needing any help?"
You rub the back of your neck, the gesture a bit sheepish. "What about it?"
"I used to think you were just too proud to ask for any sort of help. I still think there's pride playing, but…" they trail off, gaze losing focus for a moment as if lost in memories of what you used to be. "… you were so used to handling everything on your own, shouldering the responsibility and role as a sibling but also as a parent and protector for your siblings that…"
"I think you lost yourself in the process. It was like you genuinely thought you didn't need help, that you had to handle everything on your own, like it was normal occurrence for you, just a casual thing to do on your daily life."
"I didn't have much choice," you answer with a wry smile. "Couldn't really leave and be done with the mess."
"That's what I respect in you, $name," they turn their head in your direction, their eyes crinkling on the corner. "My angel is someone I will always respect for standing up right after falling and breaking endless times, for the hard work $m_they put in staying and raising $m_their siblings. A hard work that not everyone can see."
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$catname lazily looks at you, tail swishing as if wondering why you're interrupting his cuddle time for something so trivial. The roach hits another wall with a concerning thud that makes you flinch and pull your knees to your chest.
"Come on, this is what you're here for!" you try to reason with your cat, who just yawns and stretches like the little shit he is. "I feed you, I give you shelter; the least you could do is kill that flying demon!"
The cockroach zooms past your head, and you duck with another yelp, covering your head with your arms. Your heart pounds against your chest as you peek through your fingers, watching in horror as the insect lands on your dresser.
"$catname, I swear to god, if you don't kill that thing right now..." you threaten weakly, but your cat just blinks at you slowly, completely unbothered by your crisis.
The cockroach takes flight again and this time you don't hold back your shriek as it flies erratically around your room. You push $catname more insistently, practically shoving him toward the edge of the bed. "That's it! That's your target! Go get it!"
Your cat finally seems to notice the flying creature, his ears perking up with interest. But instead of being the valiant hunter you desperately need him to be, he just watches it with mild curiosity, tail twitching occasionally.
"You're the worst cat ever," you inform him as the cockroach makes another pass over your bed. "I'm disowning you. I'm getting a new cat. One that actually kills—OH MY GOD IT'S COMING THIS WAY! FUCK YOU COCKROACH!"
The cockroach dive-bombs toward your bed and that's the final straw. You launch yourself off the mattress with a speed you didn't know you possessed, nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to escape. $catname merely watches you go, still lounging on the bed like it's just another normal day.
You sprint out of your room, slamming the door behind you and not caring who hears your thundering footsteps as you flee down the hallway.
You can deal with a lot of things, but flying cockroaches are where you draw the line.
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Every thud it makes against the surface sends shivers down your spine, your hands gripping your sheets tightly. Do you run? Do you hide under your blanket? Do you throw your cat at this demon??
$catname lifts his head from your chest, looking at you with mild interest before turning his attention to the source of your distress. His tail swishes lazily as he observes the cockroach's erratic flight pattern, but makes no move to help. The traitor just watches, his ears twitching occasionally when the insect makes particularly loud impacts.
"C'mon, you're supposed to be the hunter here!" you plead with your cat, but he just blinks at you slowly, as if saying 'You're on your own for this one, human.'
You knew you should've picked another cat. This one is broken, clearly. Cats are supposed to hunt, not lie on your chest and live their best life there while ignoring the very thing they're supposed to hunt.
The cockroach suddenly changes direction, flying straight toward your bed. Your heart nearly stops as you let out another shriek, pushing carefully $catname off of you and scrambling backward until your back hits the headboard. $catname, still lying comfortably where you left him, merely tracks the insect's movement with his eyes, looking more entertained by your reaction than the actual threat.
"You useless furball!" you accuse, voice hitting a pitch you didn't know you could reach as the cockroach makes another pass near your bed.
$catname just yawns in response, stretching out luxuriously on your sheets as if this is all just quality entertainment for him.
The roach slams into your bedside lamp, the impact making it wobble dangerously. That's the final straw. You launch yourself off the bed, nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to escape. $catname doesn't even flinch, just watches you with that same mild curiosity as you sprint toward the door.
"FUCK THIS SHIT!" you yell, yanking the door open and practically diving through it.
Your feet carry you down the hallway at record speed, leaving behind your traitorous cat and the winged demon that's taken over your bedroom.
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Your voice carries no panic, no sign of distress, even as the cockroach continues to smack repeatedly against your wall like some kind of drunk bug. You've dealt with worse—much worse—in your life than a simple insect that decided to make your room its new home.
$catname lifts his head from where it rests on your chest, ears twitching at the sound. His tail flicks lazily as he observes the flying menace, mild interest sparking in his eyes. The purring stops momentarily as he tracks the cockroach's erratic flight path, head turning to follow its movements.
You stay perfectly still, waiting to see if your feline companion will spring into action and handle this situation. After all, isn't this what cats are supposed to do? Hunt unwanted pests? But $catname seems content to just... watch. Like he's observing some particularly boring television show.
"Really?" you deadpan at him. "This is the moment you choose to be a lazy cat?"
$catname responds by settling more comfortably on your chest, though his eyes remain fixed on the cockroach. His tail continues to twitch occasionally. The only sign that he's interested in what's happening, but not enough to make a move.
The roach, apparently tired of trying to merge with your wall, changes course. It zips across the room in a way that should be illegal for something that large, and heads straight for your door. The insect swoops down, flying through the gap under your door with surprising accuracy.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," you mutter, gently moving $catname aside. Your cat gives an indignant meow at being displaced but makes no move to follow as you get up from the bed. "Fine, I'll handle it myself. Thanks for nothing, you useless hunter."
You head for the door, determination setting in. That cockroach isn't getting away—not in your house. You've got a flying pest to catch, and clearly, you can't count on your cat for backup.
As you step into the hallway, you catch a glimpse of brown wings disappearing around the corner.
The chase is on.
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Your cat lazily blinks at you, purring and rubbing his head against your arm as if nothing was wrong. The cockroach keeps banging against the wall, making you grimace each time its disgusting body hits the surface. You're certain it's mocking you at this point.
"You don't even have to gift it to me," you continue, sitting up carefully. "It's all yours, you can keep it. I won't even complain when I'll have to clean behind you when you'll lose interest in it as long as it's dead. Ain't I nice, $catname?"
$catname perks up at the sudden movement of the cockroach, the disgusting menace flying near your bed now. Your cat's ears straighten up and follow the insect with interest, like some damn TV show or something. His tail flicks lazily behind him as his gaze follows the cockroach.
You hold your breath, trying not to scream when the thing flies too close to you for comfort. Your fingers dig into your sheet, waiting for $catname to save you from this distress, but he just... watches. He just fucking watches.
"C'mon buddy," you mutter through gritted teeth, slowly standing when the cockroach lands again on your wall. "You chase flies all day but you can't do shit about this monster? What kind of cat are you?"
$catname's head turns to look at you when you speak, staring at you with mild curiosity before looking back at the cockroach. His tail flicks once more, head tilting to follow the flying insect's path.
Your cat is literally watching this like he's at the cinema. Not even hunting position, just... mild entertainment. The audacity of this little shit. After everything you do for him.
The cockroach decides that moment to fly again, this time going straight in your direction. You don't waste another second, sprinting out of your room while screaming murder.
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You slowly sit up, careful not to startle the flying insect. The only thing worse than a roach is a roach that knows how to fly. Your cat watches with mild curiosity as you slide off the bed, crouching low with your hands ready.
"Come here you little shit," you mutter under your breath, approaching the wall where the roach keeps banging against.
$catname tilts his head, watching you like you're providing the best entertainment he's had all day. His tail swishes lazily as he observes your stalking movements. The cockroach stills for a moment and you tense, ready to strike.
"Got you!" you lunge forward, cupping your hands around the insect—it darts away at the last second, taking flight directly toward your face.
You yelp and duck, nearly losing your balance.
$catname's ears perk up now, his attention finally caught as the roach zooms across the room in erratic patterns. But instead of helping, he just sits there watching with what you swear is amusement in his eyes. If cats could laugh, you have no doubt that's exactly what he'd do right now.
"Really? Now you're interested?" you glare at your cat while tracking the roach's movements. "Could've used your help earlier, you know."
The cockroach lands near the doorway and you creep toward it again, determined not to let it escape into the rest of the house. But just as you get close, it zips across the room in a way that should be illegal for something that large, and heads straight for your door. The insect swoops down, flying through the gap under your door with surprising accuracy.
"Oh no you don't!" you scramble after it, hearing $catname finally jump down from the bed behind you, apparently deciding this chase is worth his participation after all.
But you're faster than your suddenly motivated cat, darting into the hallway in pursuit of your unwanted guest. The last thing you need is for $catname to catch and "gift" you the dead roach later.
The insect zips down the corridor with you in hot pursuit, your bare feet slapping against the floor as you follow its chaotic flight path. Behind you, you can hear $catname's paws hitting the ground as he joins the chase, but you're determined to catch this thing before he can.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C14NOSCA1">><</button>>"There's a demon in the house!" you exclaim, running down the stairs three steps at a time. There's no fear about whether you'll fall or not. You're built to take the fall; you're not built to face a freaking roach. "A DEMON!"
Heads turn in your direction at your mad words, expressions varying from person to person. You absolutely don't linger on any of their faces—not when you hear the sound of the cockroach fucking following you.
You don't notice Athiel frowning and snapping $a_their gaze in your direction, probably waiting for yet another stupid thing you might say. You don't see $namel straighten up on your couch at your embarrassing shouts, $l_their gray eyes finding your panicked form in confusion when $l_they doesn't find any threat. Or Ekissa sighs, anticipating another silly problem you have in store for them. Or $namet stands silently near the glass doors, glancing over $t_their shoulder to watch you run down, barely able to walk straight.
You don't <i>think</i>.
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<<if $romanceroute == "A">>*[[Jump on Athiel.|Chap3C14SCA1A1]]
*[[Hide behind Athiel and use the model as a shield.|Chap3C14SCA1A2]]
*[["I'm moving to your place," you say, grabbing the model's wrist to get away from this hellish place.|Chap3C14SCA1A3]]
*[[You grab Athiel on your way and use the curtains to shield and protect you both from the demon that threatens your lives.|Chap3C14SCA1A4]]<<elseif $romanceroute == "L">>*[[Jump on the CEO.|Chap3C14SCA1L1]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Hide behind Leon and use him as a shield.|Chap3C14SCA1L2]]<<else>>[[Hide behind Luna and use her as a shield.|Chap3C14SCA1L2]]<</if>>
*[["I'm moving to your place," you say, grabbing the CEO's wrist to get away from this hellish place.|Chap3C14SCA1L3]]
*[[You grab the CEO on your way and use the curtains to shield and protect you both from the demon that threatens your lives.|Chap3C14SCA1L4]]<<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>*[[Jump on the CFO.|Chap3C14SCA1T1]]
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[Hide behind Travis and use him as a shield.|Chap3C14SCA1T2]]<<else>>[[Hide behind Tracee and use her as a shield.|Chap3C14SCA1T2]]<</if>>
*[["I'm moving to your place," you say, grabbing the CFO's wrist to get away from this hellish place.|Chap3C14SCA1T3]]
*[[You grab the CFO on your way and use the curtains to shield and protect you both from the demon that threatens your lives.|Chap3C14SCA1T4]]<<else>>*[[Jump on Ekissa.|Chap3C14SCA1J1]]
*[[Hide behind Ekissa and use your best friend as a shield.|Chap3C14SCA1J2]]
*[["I'm moving to your place," you say, grabbing Ekissa's wrist to get away from this hellish place.|Chap3C14SCA1J3]]
*[[You grab Ekissa on your way and use the curtains to shield and protect you both from the demon that threatens your lives.|Chap3C14SCA1J4]]<</if>>
"Goddammit, get back here!" you shout, racing down the stairs with your hands still cupped.
The roach zips toward the living room, where voices are coming from. You burst into the room just as the roach divebombs straight toward $namet, who freezes mid-sentence. $t_Their entire body goes rigid, jaw clenched, as $t_they tracks the insect with wide eyes.
"Don't you fucking dare," Athiel drawls from $a_their spot on the couch, and you can see how $a_they subtly shifts away when the roach flies past. $a_Their lip curls in disgust, but $a_they tries to mask it with $a_their usual 'better-than-thou' expression. "Some of us are trying to have a civilized conversation here."
"Just smash the damn thing already," Ekissa grumbles from the other side of the couch, not even looking up from $j_their phone. "Before these two have a meltdown."
"No, don't kill it!" $namel pipes up cheerfully, watching the chaos unfold with obvious amusement. "We can catch it and release it outside. It's a living creature too!"
"It's a fucking pest," Athiel snaps, pressing $a_themself further into the couch cushions as the roach makes another pass. "And if you don't deal with it soon, I'm leaving."
$namet hasn't moved a muscle, $t_their eyes still locked on the roach. "$name," $t_they says through gritted teeth. "Please tell me you have this under control."
"Working on it!" you lunge after the insect again, nearly crashing into the coffee table.
$catname chooses this moment to bound down the stairs, adding to the mayhem as he joins the chase.
"Oh great, now the cat's involved," Ekissa mutters. "This'll end well."
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"What the–"
There's no warning when you jump on Athiel, except maybe when you sprint $a_their way like a crazy person. In any case, $a_they's clearly not prepared to handle such impact, causing you two to hit the floor. $a_Their grunt of pain mixes with your squeal of terror when you hear that demonic buzz getting closer.
"Get off me!" Athiel snaps, $a_their face flushing red at your position on top of $a_them. $a_Their hands hesitate between pushing you away or keeping you there when $a_they catches sight of what caused your panic. "What the fuck is that?!"
"A demon!" you exclaim, pressing yourself closer to $a_them when the cockroach flies above your heads.
"That's a fucking cockroach you dumbass!" $a_they barks but $a_their arms wrap around you protectively, contradicting $a_their harsh tone. $a_Their face gets redder. "And why are you using me as some kind of shield?!"
"Because you're tall!"
"That makes no sense!"
The cockroach swoops down, making both of you yelp, though you know too well Athiel will deny that sound ever left $a_their mouth. $a_They rolls you both over, shielding you with $a_their body while pretending it's just to get up.
"This is ridiculous," $a_they mutters, face burning as $a_they helps you up. "It's just an insect."
The cockroach dives at $a_their head, and Athiel lets out a very undignified shriek, ducking behind you. $a_Their hands grip your shoulders as $a_they uses you for cover, completely forgetting $a_their earlier complaints.
"Just an insect, huh?" you tease, your voice shaking when the demon bug circles back. $a_They's the one supposed to protect you, not the other way around… A useless cat and a useless man, what did you do to deserve this?
"Shut up," $a_they growls, pressing closer. "This is all your fault. I was having a perfectly normal day before you decided to bring chaos into it."
But $a_their hands don't leave your shoulders, and despite $a_their words, $a_they stays right there with you as the cockroach continues its reign of terror through the house.
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"What are you–"
You don't let $a_them finish, grabbing $a_their shoulders to position $a_them between you and the flying demon. $a_Their body tenses at the contact, a light blush dusting $a_their cheeks despite $a_their scowl. You peek over $a_their shoulder, using $a_their frame as a shield while your fingers dig into the fabric of $a_their shirt.
"What are you doing?" $a_they asks, voice dripping with disdain that doesn't hold the bite it used to have. $a_They doesn't move away from your touch. "Get off me. I'm not your personal barricade."
"There's a cockroach!" you exclaim, ducking behind $a_them when said demon flies into the living room. "It's been chasing me!"
"And?" $a_they scoffs, crossing $a_their arms. "It's just an ins– HOLY SHIT THAT'S A BIG ONE!"
$a_Their whole demeanor changes instantly when the cockroach zooms past $a_their face. The model's arrogant facade crumbles as $a_they stumbles backward, nearly crushing you in $a_their haste to get away from the insect.
"Just an insect, huh?" you tease, but your victory is short-lived as the cockroach makes another pass.
"Shut up," $a_they hisses, trying to maintain $a_their dignity while slowly inching behind you. "I simply don't want it touching my clothes, or me."
You can't help but roll your eyes at $a_their attempt to save face, feeling $a_them press closer to your back. "Sure, that's totally why you're hiding behind me now."
"I'm not hiding," $a_they protests weakly, $a_their hands gripping your shoulders. "I'm just... positioning myself strategically."
The cockroach swoops down again, causing Athiel to let out a very undignified squeak that $a_they'll definitely deny later, but you're no better, really. You're both ridiculous, squeaking out like kids when the roach happens to fly too close for comfort, jumping and jerking away when the cockroach nearly touches you two. This is a carnage.
$a_They's fully behind you now, using you as a human shield when $a_they was supposed to be yours, while still trying to maintain $a_their indifferent and arrogant persona.
"Not that I care," $a_they mutters against your ear, ducking lower when the insect flies by again. "But maybe we should move somewhere else. For your sake, obviously."
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"What– Let go of me!" Athiel protests, though $a_they doesn't actually try to break free from your grip. $a_Their long legs easily keep up with your frantic pace. "You can't just decide to move in, I'm not running a charity here. And who said I'd want to have you in my place?"
The sound of wings behind you makes you both freeze. Athiel's whole body tenses.
Obviously, the model tries to play it cool with a scoff. "Really? All this drama over a tiny insect? How childish can you–"
The cockroach zooms past $a_their face, cutting off $a_their condescending speech. $a_Their blond hair whips around as $a_they jerks back, nearly stumbling into you. You hear $a_them takes a deep breath, then another.
"Fuck this," $a_they mutters, $a_their grip on your hand tightening. "My place it is. I have... better furniture anyway. And the lighting is superior for my complexion; yours makes me look bad when I want to take pics." $a_They pauses. Then add. "Even if I still good."
You're about to tease $a_them about $a_their obvious fear when the demon spawn decides to dive-bomb again. This time, Athiel doesn't even try to maintain $a_their dignity—$a_they practically teleports behind you, using you as a human shield while still trying to sound nonchalant. But you're no better, trying to get away and be the one behind $a_them, in vain.
"This is purely strategic positioning," $a_they declares, $a_their voice slightly higher than usual. $a_Their hands grip your shoulders, steering you whenever the cockroach changes direction. "My face is worth millions, I can't risk any damage. You understand, right?"
"No, I don't! Get off! Get off, Athiel!" you sputter, looking like you're dancing as you shake your shoulders, when in fact, you're just fighting for your life.
You can feel $a_them trembling slightly against your back, though you're sure $a_they'd deny it until $a_their dying breath. The roach makes another pass and Athiel actually squeaks—a sound $a_they'll definitely claim never happened later.
"We should go," $a_they says quickly, trying to maintain $a_their usual arrogant tone but failing miserably. "My place has... better… everything. And you clearly need someone to teach you proper taste in living spaces. This is really for your own good."
The fact that $a_they's still hiding behind you while saying this completely ruins $a_their attempt at appearing unbothered.
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"I'm gonna save us!" you shout dramatically, grabbing Athiel's wrist and yanking $a_them with you toward the curtains.
$a_Their startled yelp is music to your ears as you dive behind the thick fabric, pulling $a_them with you. You couldn't have imagined how hearing this yelp would make your day—this was definitely a sound that could make anyone blush. The kind of sound friends do when you're calling someone rather important, like your boss or your parents. That's why you can't help but chuckle.
"What the hell are you–" Athiel starts, but you quickly wrap the curtain around both of you, effectively trapping $a_them in your makeshift sanctuary.
"Shut up!" you hiss, pressing closer to $a_them in the limited space. The others are probably wondering what's going on, but you don't care—this is a matter of life or death. "There's a flying demon up there and it followed me!"
"A flying de—wait, are you talking about a cockroach?" $a_Their voice drips with disdain, but you notice how $a_they doesn't try to escape your curtain fortress. "You're being ridiculous; I'm not hiding from some stupid bug."
The sound of wings fluttering makes $a_them tense against you. You feel $a_their breath hitch slightly, though $a_they tries to play it cool. <i>Of course $a_they would.</i>
"This is beneath me," $a_they scoffs, too proud to show anything but indifference, even if $a_their hands clearly grip the curtain tighter. "I have photoshoots worth more than this entire house, I don't have time for–"
The cockroach zooms past the curtain, its shadow visible through the fabric. Athiel's words cut off with what sounds suspiciously like a squeak, though $a_they'd probably deny it until $a_their dying day.
"Beneath you, huh?" you can't help but tease, though honestly? You're no better.
"Shut up," $a_they mutters, a blush creeping up $a_their neck. "I'm only staying here because you're clearly too pathetic to handle this alone. Someone has to be the mature one."
You're about to point out how 'mature' hiding in curtains is when the cockroach makes another pass. Athiel shifts closer, practically using you as a shield while maintaining $a_their haughty expression.
"This is fine," $a_they says stiffly, like $a_they's trying to convince $a_themself. "Totally fine. I'm not scared of some insect."
The cockroach lands on the curtain right next to $a_their face.
"Fuck this," Athiel breaks character completely, shoving you out of the curtains and using you as a human shield. "You deal with it!"
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"For fuck's sake," Ekissa's gruff voice cuts through your shared panic. $j_They marches past you and Athiel, wielding one of one of the magazines like a weapon. "You two are fucking useless."
The cockroach makes another pass and Ekissa tracks it with practiced ease, $j_their expression set in annoyed determination. You look around, noticing $namel's barely contained amusement, but also something interesting. $namet is stiffer than you've ever seen $t_them, not moving an inch as $t_their black eyes follow the insect intently, $t_their shoulders faintly hunching when it passes by $t_them.
Seems your stoic friend doesn't appreciate insects much, just like cats or any other animal. But you knew that already. Animals never had any special place in $t_their heart, especially not ugly ones like this one.
When the demon bug makes the mistake of landing on the wall, Ekissa stalks over it like a predator hunting $j_their prey. Thank god you've got a best friend who can handle that type of problem because you were ready to move to another country if you had to.
Without warning, $j_they strikes with devastating precision.
WHACK!
You and Athiel flinch at the sound, still clinging to each other. $namet's shoulders finally relax out of the corner of your eye, and $namel finally lets out a laugh behind the back of $l_their hand. Ekissa peels back the magazine to reveal the smeared remains of your tormentor.
"There," $j_they grunts, rolling up the now-ruined magazine. "Crisis over. Can you two stop acting like children now?"
"I wasn't acting like a child," Athiel protests immediately, though $a_they's still holding onto your shoulders. $a_Their face flushes as $a_they realizes this, and $a_they quickly lets go, stepping back. "I was just... observing the situation."
"From behind $name?" Ekissa snorts, raising an eyebrow at $a_them.
"Tactical positioning," $a_they mutters, straightening $a_their clothes with as much dignity as $a_they can muster. "You wouldn't know with your tiny brain."
"My hero," you tell Ekissa, earning an eye roll from your best friend.
"Whatever," $j_they grumbles, a hint of fondness creeping in $j_their voice. "Just don't expect me to clean that up," $j_they points at the wall with $j_their makeshift weapon. "That's all you."
"You could've let it live," $namel tuts playfully, raising $l_their hands in surrender when Ekissa throws $l_them a glare. "I'm just saying."
"You could've moved your ass instead of watching," your best friend counters.
"Fair point."
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<b>12:25
Somewhere else…</b>
Arms crossed, it's been nearly three hours since $namee left the house, and Juliet is starting to feel antsy. She knows her $e_son is a grown-up, that $e_they's free to do whatever $e_they wants, but the second stretched to minutes and bled to hours, and she's worried.
What if something happens? What if $e_they gets hurt again? What if, what if, what if… She can't help it; the worry grows intense enough for her to stay standing in front of the living room's window, hoping for $e_their return.
$e_They was hurt once—she doesn't want it to happen again. But at the same time, she doesn't want to restrict $e_them; doesn't want to stop $e_them from living $e_their life. It's funny, really. She's always been like this, overprotective, overbearing. And she has good reason for it, clearly, especially after the accident her treasure endured.
Foot tapping impatiently on the floor, she chews on her inner cheek in a nervous habit she can't seem to squash no matter how hard she tries. Maybe she could call $e_them or send $e_them a message just to be sure $e_they's alright? Or would that be too much? Would it embarrass $e_them? She knows it won't—$namee never minded her protectiveness yet always stopped her when she went too far.
She shakes her head. It would be a bad idea to overwhelm $e_them with her concern.
"Love," Kenal's footsteps echo softly in the living room as he joins his wife, curling his fingers around her arms to rub up and down in what he hopes is soothing her. "$e_They'll be back soon, I'm sure. $e_They's probably out with $e_their friends."
Juliet purses her lips, worry still glimmering in her blue eyes. "But what if–"
"$e_They'll be fine," her husband murmurs gently, tilting his head to find her gaze and offering a smile.
"You don't know that," Juliet shrugs her husband's hand off her arms to walk past him and pad to their room. She shakes her head, her blond hair following the movement. "$e_They wasn't fine when $e_they had this accident; no one was prepared for it. I won't take any risks anymore."
"You can't force $e_them to stay here forever," Kenal tries to remind his wife with a slight frown between his brows.
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When you hear the distinct buzz of wings behind you, you don't think twice. Your body moves on instinct, crossing the living room in record time before launching yourself at $namel. $l_Their surprised "oof" is muffled as you wrap your legs around $l_their waist and arms around $l_their neck, clinging to $l_them like a koala. <<if $genderrol == "woman" and $height == "very tall" or $height == "tall">>You don't even know how she succeeds in carrying you with how small she is compared to you, but you definitely won't complain. Must be her workout paying off.<</if>>
"Save me!" you demand, burying your face in $l_their neck. You can feel $l_their chest rumble with suppressed laughter, $l_their arms automatically coming up to support your weight.
"From what exactly?" $l_they asks, amusement clear in $l_their voice.
$l_Their hands are warm and steady on your thighs, keeping you secure against $l_them. There's no strain in $l_their arms, no sign of you weighing more than a feather as $l_they keeps you there unbothered.
You peek over your shoulder just in time to see the cockroach swooping into the room. "THAT!" you screech, pressing closer to $namel. "That demon right there!"
$namel turns, still holding you effortlessly as $l_they spots the insect. "A cockroach?" $l_They's definitely laughing now. "That's your demon?"
"It's huge!" you defend, tightening your grip when $l_they shifts. "Don't you dare put me down, $namel. I swear to god–"
"I wouldn't dream of it," $l_they assures, but you can hear the smile in $l_their voice. $l_Their thumb absently strokes your thigh unconsciously in an attempt to soothe you despite $l_their amusement. "But I have to say, this is a creative way to get my attention."
You pinch $l_their arm, making $l_them chuckle. "This is serious, $namel! That thing appeared in my room like it was invited for some kind of party! And $catname just sat there like it was dinner theater!"
The cockroach zooms past again and you yelp, practically trying to merge with $namel's body. $l_Their grip tightens instinctively, protective despite the laugh that threating to leave $l_their lips once again.
"It won't eat you, I promise," $l_they teases, making no move to dislodge you. Instead, $l_they turns so you're facing away from the flying menace. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from the big bad bug."
"You're enjoying this way too much," you grumble into $l_their neck, but you don't loosen your death grip.
"Can I put you down? I'll try to catch it," $namel asks softly, still clearly amused by the whole situation. "I need both hands to catch your demon."
"No," you mumble stubbornly against $l_their neck, refusing to acknowledge how nice $l_their scent is with that hint of spice. "What if it attacks me?"
"Then I'll be your knight in shining armor again," $l_they chuckles, the sound vibrating through your body. "Come on, trust me."
You groan but slowly unwrap your legs from $l_their waist, letting $l_them guide you down. Your hands linger on $l_their shoulders before quickly stepping behind $l_them, using $l_their frame as a shield.
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You sprint behind $namel without thinking twice, your hands gripping $l_their shirt as you use $l_them like a human shield. <<if $genderrol == "man" and $height == "average" or $height == "short" or $height == "very short">>$l_Their tall frame completely hides you from view, which is exactly what you need right now.<<else>> $l_Their frame doesn't hide you from view at all, but you just need protection; you can always carry $l_them up if that demon flies right to your face, or tell $l_them to jump, you don't know. You can make it work.<</if>>
"Save me!" you demand, peeking over $l_their shoulder<<if $height == "very short">>—or at least, try to by tiptoeing—to<<else>> to<</if>> check if the demon really followed you downstairs.
Your fingers dig deeper into $l_their shirt when you hear the distinctive sound of wings. "Oh god, the demon is here."
$namel's rich laughter fills the room as $l_they cranes $l_their neck to the side to look at you, amusement dancing in $l_their eyes. "From what exactly am I saving you from, darling?"
The endearment slips naturally from $l_their lips like it often does these past days, but you're too busy freaking out to dwell on it. Your body presses closer to $l_their back when you spot the cockroach flying into the living room.
"THAT," you screech, ducking your head behind $l_their shoulder. "The demon! Kill it!"
Your neighbor turns $l_their head to where you're pointing, $l_their body shaking with barely contained laughter. "A cockroach? That's what got you running down here like the house was on fire?"
"It's not funny!" you protest, smacking $l_their back while still using $l_them as protection. "It's huge, and it flies! What kind of cockroach flies?!"
$namel's hand reaches behind to pat your head playfully, clearly enjoying your distress way too much. "The kind that lives in this area, apparently. Want me to catch it for you?"
"No, no, no! Don't move!" you order when $l_they starts to step forward, pulling $l_them back against you. "You're my shield, you can't abandon your post, soldier!"
$l_Their shoulders shake harder with laughter. "Is that an order from my sweet neighbor?"
"Yes. Now shut up and protect me properly."
The cockroach swoops closer and you yelp, practically climbing $namel's back to somewhat get higher. "I'll try to catch it," $l_they says softly, still clearly amused by the whole situation. "I need both hands to catch your demon."
"No," you mumble stubbornly. "What if it attacks me?"
"Then I'll be your knight in shining armor again," $l_they chuckles, the sound vibrating through your body. "Come on, trust me."
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$namel stumbles after you, caught off guard by your sudden action but quickly regaining $l_their footing. $l_Their deep chuckle fills the air, a warm sound that would usually make your heart skip a beat. But right now you're too focused on escaping.
"Whoa there," $l_they says, amused but not pulling away from your grip. "What's this about a demon?"
"A fucking cockroach," you clarify, still dragging $l_them along. "It's huge, and it flies, and $catname just watched it like it was some Netflix show!"
Your betrayal by your own cat seems to entertain $namel even more, $l_their shoulders shaking with contained laughter. "And your solution is to move in with me?"
"Yes!" you exclaim, finally reaching the door. "Your place is cockroach-free and probably has better security against flying demons. Plus you're rich, you can hire someone to deal with this shit."
You're about to open the door when $namel's free hand covers yours on the handle, stopping your escape. $l_Their chest brushes against your back as $l_they leans close, $l_their breath tickling your ear when $l_they speaks.
"As tempting as having you as a roommate sounds," $l_they murmurs, $l_their voice carrying that playful tone that always makes your stomach flip. "Maybe we should deal with your unwanted guest instead of running away?"
You turn to face $l_them, still pressed between $l_them and the door. You're unsure if $l_they's trying to flirt or protect you from the roach at this point. $l_Their eyes are twinkling with mischief and something softer that makes your breath catch.
"But–"
"No buts," $l_they cuts you off gently, squeezing your hand that's still holding $l_their wrist. "I'll take care of the cockroach. Can't have my favorite person living in fear, can I?"
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"DEMON!" you screech again, grabbing $namel's wrist as you run past $l_them.
Your neighbor barely has time to process what's happening before you drag $l_them behind the curtains, pressing yourself against $l_them while using the fabric as a shield.
"Protect me!" you demand, clutching $l_their shirt and trying to make yourself as small as possible against $l_their chest.
$namel's warm chuckle vibrates through you, $l_their arms automatically wrapping around your trembling form. "And what exactly am I protecting you from, darling?" $namel asks, amusement clear in $l_their voice. "A ghost? An alien?"
$l_Their thumb draws soothing circles on your back, clearly enjoying your distress a bit too much. You're about to answer when you hear the demon's wings fluttering closer. Your fingers dig deeper into $namel's shirt as you press yourself impossibly closer, trying to disappear into $l_them.
"Cockroach," you whisper against $l_their chest as if speaking any louder would attract the beast. "A flying one. It's huge and it was watching me with its demon eyes and $catname just watched like it was some fucking movie!"
$namel's body shakes with silent laughter, the bastard. $l_They's enjoying this way too much. "Is that why you're hiding behind your curtains?"
"Our lives are in danger here!" you hiss, jerking your head back up from where you were looking at your feet in case the demon is smart enough to slip under the curtains. You glare at $l_them. "This is no laughing matter, $namel!"
$l_Their gray eyes sparkle with mirth as $l_they looks at you, a fond smile playing on $l_their lips. "Of course not, darling. It's a very serious situation we have here."
You hear the flutter of wings again and yelp, burying your face back into $l_them. "$namel!"
"Alright, alright," $l_they soothes, one hand moving to stroke your hair. $l_Their touch is gentle, calming despite $l_their obvious amusement at your predicament. "How about I take care of your little demon?"
You narrow your eyes at $l_them suspiciously. "You'll kill it?"
"Scout's honor," $l_they promises solemnly, $l_their eyes still dancing with laughter.
"I'm counting on you, $namel. I'm serious."
$l_They chuckles, opening the curtains to step out of your makeshift shield. "So am I."
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$namel rolls up $l_their sleeves, showing off $l_their forearms as $l_they grabs a glass from the coffee table. Your attention splits between $l_them and the others, only to notice something interesting. Athiel is on the couch, looking nothing but scared of the insect that flies around. Ekissa is still sitting on the other side of the couch, as interested by the insect as your cat was moments ago. And finally, $namet is stiffer than you've ever seen $t_them, not moving an inch as $t_their black eyes follow the insect intently, $t_their shoulders faintly hunching when it passes by $t_them.
Seems like your stoic friend doesn't appreciate insects much, just like cats or any other animal. But you knew that already. Animals never had any special place in $t_their heart, especially not ugly ones like this one.
With practiced ease that shouldn't be this attractive, $namel catches the cockroach mid-flight, trapping it under the glass against the wall. It finishes before you have time to even register.
"Show off," Ekissa mutters from $j_their spot on the couch, rolling $j_their eyes but you catch the slight upturn of $j_their lips. "Not bad, tho."
Athiel doesn't even look up from inspecting $a_their nails, even if you notice how $a_their shoulders relax now that the bug is contained. "If you're done with your dramatics..."
$namel slides a magazine under the glass, maintaining the trap as $l_they walks to the balcony. With a flourish that's entirely unnecessary but so $l_them, $l_they releases the cockroach into the open air.
$namet, standing by the doorway, gives a slight nod of approval, the ghost of a smile playing on $t_their usually stoic face. "Efficient as always, $l_dad."
"My specialty," $namel winks, turning back to you with that charming grin of $l_theirs. "Crisis averted."
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Without thinking twice, you launch yourself at $namet, causing $t_them to stumble back with a grunt. $t_Their hands automatically catch you by reflex, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other grabs the back of the wall to keep $t_their balance. Your arms circle $t_their neck tightly, legs wrapping around $t_their torso as you cling to $t_them like a koala.
"It's following me!" you shriek, burying your face in $t_their neck. You can feel how $t_they tenses under you, $t_their whole body going rigid. "Make it stop!"
"What's following—" $namet starts only to cut $t_themself, body jerking slightly. "Fuck."
"Language," $namel tuts, though there's no real reprimand.
You don't hear anything; you're too busy trying to become one with $namet to care who spoke.
"$name," $namet says tensely, $t_their arm tightening around you. "Is that a cockroach?"
"A demon," you correct, voice muffled against $t_their skin. "A flying demon that my useless cat refused to kill. $t_They was watching it like it was some kind of entertainment show! The betrayal, $namet. The betrayal!"
Your dramatic words earn you various chuckles from your group—except Athiel who's curiously quiet. $namet remains frozen, seeming conflicted between moving away from the cockroach and staying still to not attract its attention. $t_Their palm spreads wider against your back, protective despite $t_their obvious discomfort.
"Why is it following me?" you whine, your nose scrunching. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Maybe it likes you," Ekissa suggests and you lift your head to glare at $j_them.
"Don't even joke about that!"
$namet shifts, trying to track the cockroach's movement without moving too much. $t_Their jaw clenches when the insect flies closer, making you squeak and press yourself impossibly closer to $t_them. If you weren't so terrified, you'd probably be embarrassed about how much of your bodies are touching.
"Where's your cat when you need $t_them?" $namet mutters, and you can feel the vibration of $t_their words against your chest.
"Being a traitor," you grumble. "Probably still in my room or watching this somewhere like it's better than $t_their favorite window show."
$namet stays quiet for a moment, then asks softly while loosening $t_their hold on you to put you down, "Want me to catch it?"
"Yes," you nod, maybe too eagerly but you don't care—you just want the demon to disappear.
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Without thinking, you rush behind $namet, hands gripping $t_their shirt as you use $t_them as a human shield. Your face presses against $t_their back, feeling $t_their muscles tense at the sudden contact. The warmth of $t_their body seeps through $t_their clothes, and you'd probably be more flustered by how desperate you're being if you weren't so terrified right now.
"What's wrong?" $namet asks, $t_their voice tight as $t_they tries to locate the threat.
$t_Their body stiffens further when the cockroach zooms into view, circling the living room like some deranged miniature helicopter.
"That!" you screech, fingers digging deeper into $t_their shirt. "That demon right there! Where's $catname when I need $t_them, you might ask? Well, my useless cat just sat there watching like it was some premium entertainment!"
$namet takes half a step back, nearly crushing your toes as $t_they attempts to maintain distance from the flying menace. $t_Their usually stoic demeanor cracks slightly as the cockroach darts closer, and you can feel the slight tremor in $t_their body that matches your own fear.
"I thought you were supposed to protect me," you mumble into $t_their back, but there's a hint of teasing in your voice despite the situation.
Your heart is racing, partly from fear and partly from this closeness you've found yourself in.
"I don't recall that being in my job description," $namet manages to say, $t_their voice lacking its usual confidence or stoicism.
$t_They tracks the cockroach's erratic flight pattern, $t_their shoulders growing increasingly tense with each pass. The others in the room are either laughing or looking awfully quiet, but you couldn't care less about their reactions right now. You're too busy trying to make yourself as small as possible behind $namet's frame.
The roach makes another dive-bomb, this time straight toward you both. $namet jerks back, colliding more firmly against you as you both try to dodge. Your grip on $t_their shirt tightens to the point where you might actually be stretching the fabric.
Finally, $namet seems to gather $t_their resolve. "I'll..." $t_they clears $t_their throat, clearly trying to maintain $t_their dignity despite the situation. "I'll deal with it."
$t_Their voice might be steady, but you can feel the slight tremor in $t_their body that betrays $t_their own discomfort with the situation. Still, $t_they's willing to face the flying terror for you, and that's saying something.
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You feel $t_them tense when the cockroach makes another appearance, zipping through the air in your direction. $namet's hand reflexively tightens around yours, $t_their stoic expression cracking slightly at the sight of the flying menace.
"Mother—" $t_they cuts $t_themself off, backing away with you.
$t_Their usual composed demeanor slips as the insect darts erratically around the room. You feel relieved knowing you're not the only one disturbed by this demon spawn. At least you're not looking crazy, or just a little bit at least.
"Let me guess, your cat really just sat there and watched?" $namet asks, voice tight as $t_they keeps $t_their eyes fixed on the cockroach's movements. $t_Their jaw clenches when it flies closer, making both of you stumble back further.
"Like it was $t_their favorite TV show," you confirm, still gripping $t_their wrist. "The betrayal stings, honestly. After all the premium cat food I buy $t_them."
You try to inject humor, and honestly? It falls flat by how shaky your voice comes out higher than intended when the cockroach swoops near your head.
$namet slides slightly in front of you, and you can feel how stiff $t_their shoulders are.
"My place isn't exactly cockroach-free," $t_they admits reluctantly, but doesn't pull away from your grip.
"Can't be worse than having a useless cat who thinks flying demons are entertainment," you mutter, pressing closer to $t_their back when the insect makes another pass.
$namet takes a deep breath, squaring $t_their shoulders despite the tension still evident in $t_their frame. "Right," $t_they says, voice firmer now. You can still detect a slight waver no matter how hard $t_they's trying to be helpful. "Stay here. I'll... I'll deal with it."
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$namet lets out a small surprised noise when you yank $t_them along, but $t_they follows without resistance. You twist the fabric around you both in a swift move, creating a makeshift cocoon that shields you from the outside world.
"What are you—" $namet starts, $t_their voice cutting off when the sound of wings fluttering reaches your ears.
Your fingers grip $t_their shirt tightly, face buried against $t_them as you try to make yourself as small as possible. The curtain envelops you both completely. You can feel $namet's heart hammering against your ear, $t_their body tense and stiff against yours.
"There's a demon," you whisper urgently, peeking up at $t_them. "A huge flying cockroach that my useless cat refused to deal with. The little troublemaker just sat there and watched it like it was some kind of entertainment show!"
A shudder runs through $namet's body at the mention of the roach, $t_their hands unconsciously settling on your waist to steady you both. The fabric around you rustles with each small movement, creating a small intimate bubble that feels safer than it probably is.
"It followed me downstairs," you continue in a hushed tone, as if speaking too loud would alert the insect of your location. "I swear it's after my soul or something. Even $catname wouldn't help me!"
You feel more than hear $namet's sharp intake of breath when the sound of wings gets closer. $t_Their grip on your waist tightens slightly, body growing impossibly more rigid. The realization that the stoic CFO might share your fear of the flying menace makes you feel a bit better about your reaction, you're not gonna lie.
The curtain suddenly shifts, letting some light in as $namet carefully extracts $t_themself from your shelter. You blink at the sudden brightness, watching as $t_they straightens $t_their shirt with slightly shaky hands.
"Stay here," $t_they says, voice tight but determined. "I'll deal with it."
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You immediately put distance between you and the flying menace, watching as $namet moves stiffly toward the insect.
$t_Their movements are careful and measured, jaw clenched tight as $t_they approaches the cockroach that landed on the wall. Despite $t_their obvious discomfort, $t_they cups $t_their hands and in a quick movement, $t_they catches it. $t_Their whole body goes rigid when $t_they feels it moving inside $t_their hands, but $t_they doesn't let go.
$namet practically speed-walks to the glass door, sliding it open with $t_their elbow. The moment there's enough space, $t_they throws $t_their hands out and shakes them, making sure the cockroach is gone. $t_They slams the door shut harder than necessary, making the glass rattle slightly.
"Fuck," $t_they mutters under $t_their breath, wiping $t_their hands on $t_their pants repeatedly. $t_Their shoulders are still tense, disgust clear on $t_their usually stoic face.
The loud thud of the door closing echoes in the room, followed by blessed silence—until someone snickers, breaking the tense atmosphere.
"Our hero," Athiel drawls, but $namet is too busy trying to get rid of the phantom feeling of the insect in $t_their hands to care.
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You latch onto Ekissa like a koala, your legs wrapping around $j_their waist as you try to climb higher and away from the flying menace. Your best friend staggers back from the sudden impact, cursing under $j_their breath as $j_their hands instinctively move to support under your thighs. <<if $genderroj == "woman">>You can feel her legs slightly shaking before finding their ground as she shifts you in her arms.<</if>>
"Ahk—What the fuck you think you're doing?" $j_they grunts, struggling to maintain balance with your frantic movements.
The horrifying sound of demon wings buzzing around makes you desperately try to climb even higher up Ekissa's body. <<if $romanceroute == "J">>You want nothing more than to tear open $j_their chest and hide inside until the coast is clear.<</if>> Your hands grip $j_their shoulders, trying to pull yourself up and over like $j_they's a human jungle gym.
"Stay still," Ekissa grumbles, but you're beyond listening. Your survival instincts are in full gear as you maneuver your upper body over $j_their shoulder. "For fuck's sake, $name, stay still before we both fall. You're gonna break something climbing like a damn monkey."
"It's following me!" you screech near $j_their ear, making $j_them wince. "That demon spawn from hell is after my soul!"
"It's just a fucking cockroach," $j_they says, but adjusts $j_their grip to better support your weight anyway. Years of friendship means $j_they's used to your dramatic episodes, even if $j_they complains every time.
You peek over $j_their shoulder to spot the threat, only to squeal and try climbing even higher when you see it circling back. "Kill it! You're supposed to be protecting me!"
"How am I supposed to kill anything when you're using me as a damn climbing wall?"
Despite $j_their harsh words, $j_their hands remain steady under your thighs, making sure you don't fall.
"Then let me climb higher! I need higher ground!"
"This isn't Star Wars, you idiot," $j_they mutters. You can hear the fondness underneath $j_their grumpiness as $j_they puts you down. "Get down and I'll kill the bug if you stop whining like a kid."
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You rush behind Ekissa, not caring one bit how undignified you look as your hands grab $j_their shirt and use $j_them as your personal shield. Your fingers tighten in the fabric when you hear those dreaded wings flapping, pressing your forehead between $j_their shoulder blades.
"A cockroach," you whimper pathetically, peeking from behind $j_their back only to duck back with a squeak when you spot the monster. "A huge fucking demon cockroach that can fly."
"Are you serious right now?" Ekissa's voice rumbles through $j_their back<<if $romanceroute == "J">>, the vibration against your forehead almost soothing if not for the situation<</if>>. "You're acting like a kid over a bug."
You press closer when the cockroach flies near, making Ekissa stumble forward. "It's not just a bug! It's at least the size of my palm and it FLIES. And you know what's worse? $catname just watched it like some kind of entertainment show! Didn't even try to catch it!"
"Maybe because unlike you, your cat isn't a dramatic little shit," $j_they says dryly, but you can hear the hint of amusement in $j_their voice.
The traitor.
You pinch $j_their side in retaliation, earning a grunt. "I feed you, I let you raid my fridge, I even cook for you because you're cooking like a—it doesn't matter, is this how you repay me? By mocking my trauma?"
"Trauma?" Ekissa scoffs, trying to turn around, only for you to follow $j_their movement to stay hidden. "It's a cockroach, not a serial killer."
"Same thing!" You insist, yelping when the demon flies too close again.<<if $romanceroute == "J">> You press impossibly closer to Ekissa's back, practically molding yourself against $j_them.<</if>> "Make it go away!"
"For fuck's sake," $j_they mutters, finally managing to pry your death grip from $j_their shirt. $j_They turns to face you, giving you an unimpressed look that would usually make you feel sheepish if not for the current crisis. "Stay here and stop acting like a kid. I'll kill the damn bug."
You watch $j_them walk toward where the cockroach landed, torn between wanting to grab $j_them back and relief that someone's finally dealing with the demon.
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Your heart still racing from the demonic pursuit, you start dragging $j_them toward the front door with single-minded focus. "No discussion. I'll even pay rent early, just get me out of here."
"What the hell are you on about?" Ekissa grumbles, though $j_they doesn't resist being pulled along. $j_Their free hand comes up to push $j_their messy, snowy white hair from $j_their face. "You can't just decide to move in because of a bug."
"Watch me," you challenge, tightening your grip when you hear the distinctive sound of wings behind you. "Your place has less bugs anyway, and I'll even pose for your art stuff without complaining about how long it takes."
A snort escapes $j_them. "You? Sitting still for more than five minutes? Now I know you're full of shit."
"I'm serious!" You spin around to face $j_them, backing away when you spot the cockroach circling overhead. "Look at that thing! It's clearly possessed. Probably sent by my enemies to torment me."
"What enemies? The only person who can't stand you is my cousin, and that's because you drew dicks all over her art supplies years ago," Ekissa points out dryly, though you catch the slight twitch of $j_their lips. "Besides, my place is a mess right now. Canvas and paint everywhere."
"I don't care! I'll sleep on your couch, under your desk, hell, I'll even camp in your bathroom. Just don't make me stay here with that flying devil spawn!" You're practically pleading now, using the puppy eyes that usually work on $j_them when you want the last slice of pizza.
Ekissa sighs heavily, the kind of sigh that speaks of years dealing with your dramatic ass. "You're actually serious about this, aren't you?"
"Dead serious. I'll pack right now. Just let me grab $catname. That traitor was watching it like it was some kind of entertainment show instead of helping me, but I'm a good parent."
"For fuck's sake," Ekissa mutters, pinching the bridge of $j_their nose. "Stop acting like a kid. I'll kill the damn bug if you promise to drop this moving nonsense."
Before you can protest, $j_they's already heading toward where the cockroach landed, leaving you to watch $j_their retreating back with a mix of relief and lingering anxiety.
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You don't think twice as you grab Ekissa's wrist, yanking $j_them with you toward the nearest curtains. $j_Their protest dies in $j_their throat when you practically wrap both of you in the curtains, creating a makeshift fortress against the winged menace.
"What the actual fuck?" Ekissa grunts, $j_their body tense against yours in the confined space.
The curtain fabric rustles as you adjust it around you both, ensuring no gaps exist for the demon to infiltrate.
"There's a flying cockroach," you whisper urgently, eyes wide as you peek through a tiny gap in the curtain. "A huge one. It was watching me in my room with $catname, who by the way, is the most useless hunter ever. $j_They just sat there and watched it like it was some premium entertainment!"
Ekissa shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position in your improvised shelter. "So naturally, the solution was to trap us both in a curtain?"
"It followed me downstairs!" you defend, gripping $j_their shirt when you hear the distinctive buzz of wings. "Listen, you've been my best friend for years. This is what best friends do—they hide in curtains together when faced with demonic insects."
"This is not what best friends do," $j_they deadpans, but makes no move to escape your death grip on $j_their shirt. "This is what dramatic children do."
You gasp in mock offense, momentarily forgetting about the threat outside your fabric fortress. "I'll have you know I'm being perfectly reasonable. That thing is the size of a small bird!"
The buzzing sound gets closer, and you instinctively press closer to Ekissa, making $j_them grunt again. <<if $romanceroute == "J">>$j_Their familiar scent of paint and coffee surrounds you, usually calming but right now you're too focused on survival to appreciate it.<</if>>
"For fuck's sake," Ekissa mutters, finally starting to untangle $j_themself from your curtain cocoon. "Stop being such a baby. I'll kill the damn thing if you stop acting like we're in a horror movie."
"My hero," you say dryly<<if $romanceroute == "J">>, your heart doing a little flip when $j_they rolls $j_their eyes and starts walking toward where the cockroach is terrorizing the others<</if>>.
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Ekissa sighs, grabbing one of the magazines from the coffee table. $j_They tracks the cockroach's erratic flight pattern for a moment before swinging. The loud WHACK makes you flinch, but the satisfying crunch that follows signals victory.
"See?" $j_They turns to you, raising an eyebrow. "Wasn't that bad."
You peek at the mess on the wall, grimacing at the smeared remains. "That's disgusting."
"Yeah well, you're cleaning it," $j_they says, tossing the magazine aside.
"What? No way! You killed it, you clean it!"
"You're the one who came screaming down here like a banshee. Your demon, your mess." $j_They smirks, already walking away. "Have fun scraping your nemesis off the wall."
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The cockroach circles the room again, causing Athiel to make an undignified sound $a_they'll definitely deny later, while $namet looks like $t_they's about to snap from holding so still.
"For fuck's sake!" you curse as the roach suddenly changes direction, making you stumble into $namel who catches you with a laugh.
"Having fun there?" $l_they teases, steadying you before stepping back when the roach flies between you both.
"This is ridiculous," Athiel declares, $a_their voice pitched higher than usual as $a_they draws $a_their legs up onto the couch. "Why are you taking so much time? The demon is right there! I'm sure I could catch it faster, it's literally <i>here</i>!"
Despite $a_their words, $a_they doesn't move an inch from $a_their safe perch. $namet isn't faring better as $t_they remains frozen in $t_their spot, only $t_their eyes moving to track the insect. "There's a magazine on the table," $t_they says stiffly. "If someone would just—"
"No killing!" $namel interrupts, dodging $catname as the cat leaps past $l_them in pursuit of the roach.
"Watch the damn cat!" Ekissa warns, finally looking up from $j_their phone. "Last thing we need is him catching it and playing with it everywhere. Or trying to give it to one of—"
"Don't even finish that sentence," Athiel cuts in, looking slightly green. $a_They shifts further away as the demon zooms past $a_their head. $a_They tries to play it off as just getting comfortable. No one buys it. "This is bullshit."
You make another grab for the insect, accidentally knocking over an empty cup in the process. "Shit! I almost got i—"
"$name," $namet grits out as the roach flies dangerously close to $t_their face, $t_their whole body practically vibrating with tension.
$catname chooses this moment to launch himself off the back of Ekissa's seat, sending your friend cursing as $j_their phone nearly fall from $j_their grasp.
"Someone just catch the fucking thing already!" Ekissa shouts, clearly done with everyone's antics.
The roach makes one final loop around the room before landing directly on $namet's chest. The man goes completely still, if that's even possible considering how rigid $t_they already was. $t_Their face remains perfectly composed, but there's a slight twitch in $t_their jaw as $t_they stares straight ahead.
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"Someone," $t_they says in an eerily calm voice. "Get this fucking thing off me. Now."
"Oh shit," Ekissa mutters, actually lowering $j_their phone to watch.
You creep forward carefully, hands ready, while Athiel makes a strangled noise from the couch. "Don't you dare let it fly this way," $a_they warns, trying to sound indifferent but $a_their voice cracks slightly. "I'm serious, $name."
"Almost got it," you whisper, inching closer to $namet, who hasn't moved a single muscle.
Even $t_their breathing seems controlled.
In one swift motion, you cup your hands around the cockroach and scoop it off $namet's chest. "Got it!"
"The door!" $namel calls out helpfully, already moving to slide open the glass doors to the backyard.
You hurry over, careful not to lose your grip on the squirming insect. As soon as you reach the doorway, you release it, watching as it takes flight into the air.
SLAM!
Athiel practically materializes next to you, slamming the glass door shut with enough force to rattle the frame.
"There," $a_they says, trying to regain $a_their composure while straightening $a_their shirt. "Now we can return to being civilized human beings."
Behind you, $namet finally lets out a long breath, $t_their shoulders dropping slightly as $t_they runs a hand down $t_their face.
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*[["Someone wants a coffee?" you ask casually now that the bug is out.|Chap3C14NOSCA5]]
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"Not that bad?" Athiel scoffs, still hovering near the door as if afraid the roach might find a way back in. $a_Their usual air of superiority wavers as $a_they shoots a suspicious glance outside. "I'd rather wear last year's cheap clothes on a fashion show."
$namet, who's finally regaining $t_their normal posture, gives you a look that could freeze hell.
"Define 'bad'," $t_they says flatly, a slight tremor in $t_their hands as $t_they smooths down $t_their shirt where the roach had landed.
"Oh come on," you grin, watching as $catname struts around proudly like he had anything to do with catching the insect. "At least no one screamed this time."
"Why would we scream for a stupid insect?" Athiel snaps defensively, finally stepping away from the door but keeping a wary eye on it. "It's just an insect; it's not like it can harm us."
Ekissa snorts from $j_their chair. "Is that why I heard that high-pitched 'undignified sound' from you earlier?"
"I will end you," Athiel threatens. The effect is somewhat ruined as $a_they quickly sidesteps away from a leaf that blew against the glass door.
$namel chuckles, dropping back onto the couch. "I think it was exciting. Like a fun little adventure. But we could have kept it as a pet."
"Over my dead body," $namet mutters, finally moving to sit down as $t_they positions $t_themself as far from the door as possible.
"Which could have happened from cardiac arrest," you tease, earning a rare glare from $namet that only makes your grin wider. "Your face when it landed on you though—"
"We're not discussing that," $namet cuts you off, $t_their stoic expression firmly back in place despite the slight pink tinge to $t_their ears.
"Oh, we absolutely are," Ekissa smirks, finally putting $j_their phone down. "Actually, I think we should discuss everyone's... very manly reactions in detail."
"We are <i>not</i> going to waste our time talking about this," Athiel declares, still trying to maintain $a_their dignity while sitting on the couch with $a_their legs crossed and feet out of sight for any hiding cockroaches. "And if anyone breathes a word of this to anyone–"
"What? Afraid it'll ruin your 'ice <<if $genderroa == "man">>prince<<else>>princess<</if>>' image?" you laugh, ducking the throw pillow $a_they launches at your head.
$catname chooses this moment to jump onto $namet's lap, making $t_them flinch slightly as $t_they tenses.
"At least someone came out of this with their pride intact," $namet mutters, making no move to scratch behind the cat's ears.
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"Make it strong, please," $namet says, finally moving from $t_their spot to sink into the nearest chair.
Even if $t_their face has returned to its usual stoic expression, you can see the lingering tension in $t_their shoulders. You should probably file away that information you learned from $t_them; it's not every day you can catch yet another weakness of the CFO. Well, you did know about cats, and you vaguely talked about it last time $t_they drove you to have a checkup for your cat. You just didn't expect roaches to be on the list of the animals $t_they was wary of.
Athiel scoffs, but $a_they's quick to follow you into the kitchen, probably ensuring maximum distance between $a_themself and the glass doors. "I guess I could use some caffeine after that... disaster. And I expect something better than that instant garbage you usually drink."
"Bold of you to assume I don't have your fancy beans you left stocked just for your prissy ass," you retort, pulling out the expensive coffee beans.
$a_Their lips twitch slightly, a ghost of a smile $a_they quickly suppresses.
"I'll pass," Ekissa calls out from $j_their chair, finally returning $j_their full attention to $j_their phone. "Already had three cups."
$namel bounces into the kitchen behind you, $l_their energy seemingly amplified by the previous excitement. "I'll help. I think we could have made that little guy a pet by the way..."
"Absolutely not," $namet and Athiel say in perfect unison, then share a brief look of mutual understanding before Athiel turns away with a huff.
You start grinding the beans while $catname weaves between your legs, probably hoping for treats after his 'helpful' contribution to the chase.
"At least admit it brought some excitement to the evening," you say, measuring out the grounds.
"If by excitement you mean watching $namet do $t_their best statue impression while you failed spectacularly at basic hand-eye coordination, then sure," Ekissa drawls from the other room.
"I handled it perfectly fine," you defend, setting up the coffee maker.
"You nearly took out your coffee table," $namet points out, $t_their voice carrying from the living room.
"And my dignity," Athiel adds, leaning against the counter with $a_their arms crossed as $a_they watches the coffee maker with poorly concealed interest.
"Details," you wave them off, pulling out mugs. "Besides, everyone's fine and the cockroach is gone. I'd call that a win."
The coffee maker starts to gurgle, filling the kitchen with the rich aroma that seems to ease the last bits of tension from the room. Even Athiel's posture relaxes slightly as $a_they subtly inches closer to the brewing coffee.
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Athiel's head snaps toward you, $a_their mid-length blond hair swishing with the motion. $a_Their eyes narrow dangerously as a faint blush creeps up $a_their neck.
"I'm not afraid of some stupid insect," $a_they scoffs, crossing $a_their arms. "I just have standards about what belongs in a house and what doesn't. Unlike some people," $a_they adds with a pointed look at $namel, who's still grinning. "I'd prefer those insects <i>out</i> rather than <i>in</i> a house where I am."
"Right," you drawl. "That's why you nearly climbed the walls when it flew past you."
"I didn't—" $a_they starts, affronted.
"You literally pulled your feet up like the floor was lava," Ekissa cuts in, not even trying to hide $j_their smirk. "Some standards."
$namet, who's finally regained $t_their usual composure, clears $t_their throat. "We all have our... preferences," $t_they says diplomatically, tension still lingering in $t_their shoulders. "And roaches aren't one of mine."
"Well," Athiel rolls $a_their eyes dramatically. "At least I didn't turn into a statue. How long were you planning to stand there if it hadn't landed on you?"
"Until someone dealt with it," $namet replies without missing a beat. "Which is exactly what happened."
"You're both adorable," you snort, shaking your head. "Two grown-up people scared of a tiny bug."
"It wasn't tiny," both of them protest simultaneously, then glance at each other.
$namel laughs, dropping onto the couch. "Come on, it was kind of cute how you both tried to play it cool. Especially you, Athiel. That little squeak when it flew by your head? Absolutely hilarious."
"I didn't squeak," Athiel hisses, $a_their usual arrogant mask slipping. "And I wasn't playing anything. I didn't want to dirty my clothes chasing after some disgusting creature."
"Keep telling yourself that," your lips stretch in an amused smile, enjoying how $a_their face gets redder. "Maybe next time we'll let $catname handle it instead."
"No thanks," Athiel retorts as $namet subtly edges away from your cat who's now cleaning $a_themself. "That beast would probably bring it back inside just to torment us."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Probably," you agree cheerfully. "He does love his toys."<<else>>"Probably," you agree with a nod, proud of your cat even if he didn't do much today. "He usually loves playing with his toys."<</if>>
The look of horror that crosses both men's faces is absolutely worth it.
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"That's that? <i>That's that?</i>" Athiel scoffs, still hovering near the glass door as if making sure the roach won't somehow phase through it. "You made us endure this... this circus performance for what felt like an eternity, and all you have to say is <i>that's that</i>?"
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>"Oh I'm sorry, lemme just," you smirk, clearing your throat as you straighten your back and continue with a dramatic pose—making sure the light catches your best angle, for sure. "Oh my god, I'm so glad it's finally gone. It was so scary! I can't believe this monster was in my house; how rude of–"
"You're not as funny as you think you are," Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, thoroughly irritated by your smartass answer. "And stop pouting like someone is going to take a pic at any moment. No one wants your face in their phone, trust me."
Your mouth still puckered in $a_their direction; you keep your lips like this as you answer. "What pout? Isn't it what you and your fellow models do? And I think anyone here is <i>dying</i> to get a pic with me, actually."
"No one does this." $a_They pauses. "Not like that anyway; you look constipated," $a_they snorts derisively, $a_their eyes rolling skyward at your last sentence. "Right, right. Keep telling yourself that. That doesn't change the fact that you spent hours just to catch a stupid roach."<<else>>"What did you expect? A whole speech?" you deadpan with narrowed eyes.
"I don't expect anything from you," Athiel shoots back with a derisive snort. <<if $romanceroute == "A">>$a_They lifts $a_their chin, challenging you with a raised brow as if daring you to retort anything smart.
You huff, grumbling under your breath. "I'm not the one who was screaming like a kid earlier."
$a_Their whole pale face shifts an interesting shade of red as $a_they sputters. "I wasn't screaming."
"You were, and I had to deal with it because you clearly weren't about to chase that roach anytime soon," you counter, now the one raising your brow. "What? Am I wrong?"
"Shut up," $a_they mumbles, a pout forming on $a_their lips. The adorable sight draws your gaze down to $a_their mouth before flicking back up as $a_they adds. "You took hours to catch it."<<else>>"You took hours to catch it."
You scoff, but instead of what would've been a heated argument months ago, now it's just a playful banter—well, not quite playful but not heated either. "I didn't; you were just too busy being scared to notice it was less than an hour."<</if>><</if>>
"It was barely five minutes," Ekissa points out dryly, finally returning $j_their attention to $j_their phone. "But I gotta admit, watching you try to maintain your dignity while practically climbing the furniture was worth it."
"Stop making up a life for me," Athiel snaps, more flustered than annoyed. $a_They makes $a_their way back to the couch, movements deliberately graceful as if to prove $a_their point. "I only chose to avoid unnecessary contact with a pest, that's all there is."
$namet, who's finally regaining $t_their usual composure, shoots you a look that's both grateful and slightly accusatory. "Next time," $t_they says evenly. "Maybe we could skip the part where it uses me as a landing pad."
"Aw come on guys, it was kind of fun!" $namel grins, dropping back into $l_their seat. "Like a team-building exercise. Nothing brings people together like a common enemy, even if it's just a little roach."
$catname chooses this moment to hop onto the coffee table, looking thoroughly disappointed that his entertainment for the evening has been cut short. He fixes you with what can only be described as a judgmental stare.
"Don't give me that look," you tell him, watching as he deliberately knocks over an empty cup in apparent retaliation. "You had your chance to help but you just sat there enjoying the show."
"Smart cat," Ekissa mutters, not looking up from $j_their phone.
You settle back into your spot, feeling oddly accomplished despite the chaos you just managed. The living room slowly returns to its previous atmosphere, well, except for $namet and Athiel occasionally glancing at the glass doors, as if expecting round two of their winged nemesis.
The tension gradually bleeds out of the room, replaced by the familiar comfort of being surrounded by your mismatched group of friends. That demon left two people traumatized, but at least they seem more relaxed after a moment.
Plus, you got a pretty good story out of it.
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"I'm not going to force $e_them," Juliet protests, "but when $e_they'll leave I want to make sure $e_they's safe."
"Maybe we could…" her husband pauses, hesitating for a moment. He knows your name always puts her on edge, makes her snap, her hate for you growing a tad more each time someone says your name. But he has no choice but to do it. For their $e_son. "…ask $name to come?"
Juliet freezes at his words, not liking where this is going. She put a lot of effort into forcing you out of their family; she went back and forth to protect her kid; she used her connections to keep everything under wraps. And now she has to give up on everything?
Seeing her other child with you is already hard to accept; having Athiel take your side was even harder. Athiel isn't seeing what she sees. You are dangerous for their family—your family is dangerous. With a father like yours, she can't expect less. Maybe Vince is different. She trusts the kid with the path he's taking to become a future therapist.
But you? What about your future? There's nothing; you're past twenty with no jobs. You're not even studying anything. And having raised your siblings, enduring your father's beating and the death of your mother at a young age? That would make anyone unstable. She doesn't trust unstable <i>and</i> jobless people.
She remembers her first mistake. Protecting you from your father years ago and sheltering you in her house. It only deepened your claws around his $e_son's heart, around her family's hearts, though not in the exact same way.
She doesn't trust you—she will never trust you. As they say, like father, like kid. You were unstable and you'll always be unstable in your miserable life.
Not only did she have to accept your poverty, but also the potential threat you were to her $e_son. At any moment, you could've raised your hand at $namee. This is too much of a risk.
"What?" she asks, her voice calm despite the torrent of emotions swirling in her mind—all of them not positive.
Kenal, sensing the mounting disbelief and irritation in his wife's posture, raises his hands placatingly with a soft smile. "Love, you said it yourself to $m_them, didn't you? That $namee needed time and that seeing $m_them would put pressure on $e_them rather than help $e_them. But maybe it's time. $namee is in a better state, physically and mentally."
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"I told you, Kenal. $m_They didn't want to listen to me," Juliet shakes her head with a disappointed sigh as she reminds her husband. "I told $m_them $namee needed time and $m_they immediately said $m_they didn't care. I even said $m_they could help $namee and welcome $e_them back to $m_their house, but $m_they said it was $m_their house and only $m_theirs."
Juliet sits on the edge of the bed, lowering her gaze to the floor, her hands linked together as she puts on her best act. "Can you believe it, darling? $m_They didn't even want to welcome $namee when he was the one paying for this arrangement of a rent, for $m_their food, for everything."
"I know…" Kenal's shoulders drop slightly as he crouches in front of his wife. "…but this isn't about money, Juliet. $name is a good kid. I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding."
Juliet's expression tightens for a second before schooling it back, trying to force tears in her eyes. "Why are you taking $m_their side?" she snaps weakly, sniffing and displaying a betrayed expression. "$m_They were awful! Are you saying I'm lying?"
"I'm not taking sides, love. And I'm not saying you're lying, just that, maybe, just maybe, it was a silly misunderstanding," Kenal quickly stands up to sit next to his wife, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and rubbing her arm gently. "I just want what's best for our $e_son. And right now, he's acting... different."
"Of course $e_they is. $e_They's healing," Juliet sniffs, leaning against her husband with practiced movements to look vulnerable and hurt. "$e_They just needs time."
"It's been months, Juliet. $e_They's physically better now, the autografts healed nicely. But mentally? $e_They's doing better but…" Kenal sighs, rubbing his wife's arm soothingly. "$e_They stares at… nothing sometimes, with a blank expression, you know? When he thinks we're not looking. And those moments when he seems lost, trying to remember..."
"That's exactly why we shouldn't rush $e_them," Juliet's fingers grip her husband's shirt. "The doctors said forcing memories could be harmful."
"But they also said familiar faces and places might help trigger them naturally," Kenal counters gently. "Maybe if we just–"
"No," Juliet's voice hardens slightly before she catches herself. She softens her tone, looking up at her husband with glistening eyes. "Please, darling. Trust me on this. I'm $e_their mother. I know what's best for $e_them."
Kenal looks down at his wife, seeing only a concerned mother trying to protect her child. He kisses her forehead tenderly. "Okay, love. We'll do it your way."
His wife's shoulders slacken, releasing the breath she didn't realize she was holding. It wasn't something she took pleasure in doing. Lying to Kenal. She never liked it, and it was becoming harder to hide this… not-so-beautiful-and-perfect side of her.
She couldn't do otherwise. Kenal was too nice, too practical and understanding rather than letting his emotion take control. He never understood why Juliet couldn't stand you, but he always respected her point of view. He wouldn't understand what she did for their $e_son.
"Thank you, darling," she murmurs, her husband's lips lingering against her porcelain skin. "I don't know what I did to deserve you…"
A deep chuckle rumbles in Kenal's chest as he shakes his head fondly. "I should be the one telling you that."
"Oh really?" Juliet responds with a hint of teasing in her tone.
"Mh-mmh."
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The moment is broken by a ringtone, drawing their attention on Juliet's phone sitting on the nightstand. Kenal embraces his wife, squeezing slightly for a tender moment before letting go to stand up.
"See? I'm sure it's $e_them calling," he smiles, his feet guiding him to the door, and before he leaves, he adds. "I'll prepare something sweet for us."
"Thank you, I really need it," Juliet smiles back, this time genuinely and warmly. "I'll take this call and join you when I'm done."
Kenal nods, closing the door behind him to give her privacy. His footsteps grow quieter when Juliet leans forward to take her phone. Her expression morphs into curiosity and confusion as she answers the call.
"Remembering I exist?" she asks sarcastically, though there's no real heat.
"I can't do this anymore," the voice cracks; a sniffing noise can be heard on the other end of the line. "We should tell $m_them, Juliet… We should–"
"Don't," Juliet cuts in sharply, her tone changing drastically. "You agreed to this. You promised me. Or are you going back on your words?"
"Juliet…"
"Are you?" Juliet repeats, clenching her jaw as she narrows her eyes to the wall. "Because if you are, don't expect me to just let you ruin my $e_son's life. If you do, I'll ruin your life too. I don't think your partner wants to know what I am to you," she huffs a sardonic laugh. "I don't even think you told your sweet lover I wasn't just any friend."
"It was in the past," the other person protests through sniffs. "You can't bring that up every time I don't agree with you."
"I can, and I will if you ruin what we worked hard to get," Juliet's words are final.
And the other person can't deny it. Because that other person is as guilty as Juliet.
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<b>13: 10
Macara residence – Home</b>
You're comfortably installed on the couch <<if $romanceroute == "L">>with $namel sitting on the floor between your legs, a position that looks awfully domestic. There's nothing suggestive, nothing too intimate, and yet, <<if $guiltydate == "yes">>you feel like this is wrong. The simple position shouldn't feel so wrong.
And it's not like you can say anything. What would you say? 'Please sit somewhere else because you're making me feel like I'm cheating on my dead $e_boyfriend?' That would be a dead giveaway of your growing feelings and make $l_them feel bad for putting you in distress.
You didn't notice you were getting stiff, your shoulders faintly hunching and hands not moving an inch on your thighs, as if afraid to even brush $l_them. It's only when $l_they cranes $l_their head up to look up at you with a worried frown that you realize what you're doing unconsciously. You force yourself to relax—
$namel offers you a wink, standing up to sit next to $l_their $t_son on your left. $l_They sensed it. $l_They's creating distance for you, and somewhat, that makes you feel worse. You don't know what to do with that knowledge. How are you supposed to react?
You have no clue.<<else>>there's something heartwarming and peaceful about it all. Especially when $l_they guides back your hand on $l_their head each time you stop playing with $l_their hair. Or when $l_they lifts $l_their head to properly get a glimpse of you, throwing a beaming smile or playful wiggle of $l_their brows from time to time that earns the effect $l_they aims for. Amusement, entertainment. <<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>Eyerolls and sighs that hold no heat from you and bring light to $l_their eyes.<<else>>Small smiles and chuckles that only bring light to $l_their eyes.<</if>>
$l_They keeps things light without demanding more. Not too close but not too far. $l_They keeps this dance between you with patience and aching care—nurturing this relation that keeps growing under $l_their gentle hands.
You're afraid to analyze this too closely; for all you know, this sweet $l_man is playing games. You don't know if you want to play with fire and get burned in the process.<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "J">>with Ekissa sitting on your right, casually playing with your fingers while $namet sits on your left. <<if $guiltydate == "yes">>Your skin burns under $j_their ministrations, and while it should bring warmth, it only leaves you stiff. This is wrong—the guilt makes it even more wrong.
It's not every day Ekissa shows affection in public. $j_They always made it clear that public display wasn't $j_their thing, and you never had a problem with it. Maybe your group of misfits doesn't count, or maybe $j_they felt like it… You don't linger on that thought.
"You're tensed," you hear your best friend state the obvious without sparing you. "Is it me?"
There's no teasing, nothing suggestive. Just a simple question.
$j_Their gaze on you puts your body aflame by awareness. What are you supposed to say without sounding weird? You're the one making everything complicated, $j_they's not even aware of what $j_their touch is doing to you. The guilt fight against the growing feelings you've been harboring for $j_them. Neither is winning.
"It's just…" you start, clearing your throat and searching for an excuse.
But $j_they's quick to pick up on your discomfort, so fast you're wondering if 'Get away from me before I look even more constipated' is written on your forehead. $j_They pulls $j_their hand away, reaching up to mess with your hair.
"Never mind," $j_they waves dismissively with $j_their free hand.
And that's all there is, nothing more, nothing less. Just a 'never mind'.
You're not sure whether to be disappointed or glad $j_they didn't pry.<<else>>You don't pull away—you don't feel the need to. This is rare: the public display, the attention, the casual way $j_they does it. $j_They's never been a fan of public display, but maybe your group of misfits doesn't count? Or maybe $j_they felt like it… You don't linger on that thought.
Your fingers twitch between $j_theirs as you firmly keep your gaze ahead, acting like this is normal, casual. Does your heart flutter each time $j_their digits brush feather-light against your skin? Definitely. Will you admit that? Fuck no. $j_They wouldn't understand anyway or will take it as a joke. You'll save your heart from any more disappointment.<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>with $namet sitting on your left, back straight and stiff as $t_they clearly tries to make $t_themself comfortable while watching the movies. It probably has to do with how close you two are sitting to each other. You suspect it, because that's exactly how you're feeling right now, tensed and hyper-aware of $t_their presence right next to you, of every point of contact. <<if $guiltydate == "yes">>A feeling you both find thrilling yet dangerous for your heart. For your guilt that grows each time $t_their shoulder brushes yours.
You don't like this; don't like the way your heart is acting around $t_them. The feelings that have been growing during these past months and the way $t_they took care of you when you called $t_them completely broken. All of it isn't fair for $t_them.
But you also feel like it isn't fair for you too. You didn't ask for any of it, and here you are, still feeling this pull despite the guilt. Would it really be a crime to accept it? Accept this thing forming between you?
Probably.<<else>>A thrilling feeling you can't help but think you could actually be addicted to if you're not careful enough.
Your heart climbs new heights, your pulse races as if running a marathon, your mind is a jumbled mess. It wouldn't be so intense if it weren't $namet. The very fact that $t_they usually keeps $t_their emotions in check behind stoic masks and polite smiles for others, only to act completely differently with you? It's what it does to you; it's what makes it all the more thrilling.
Because you feel special. And that's a dangerous thing.
You want to… You don't know what you want to do. Take it slow? It would be admitting there's something between you two in the first place.
You're not ready yet.<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "A">>with Athiel sitting on your right, $a_their body warming yours from sitting a little too close to you, $a_their shoulder touching and brushing yours every time $a_they moves or shifts.
$a_They convinced—at least, that's what $a_they thinks—everyone that $a_they was sitting next to you simply because $a_they'll have a shield if another insect decides to make an appearance. No one needed to know that in the first place; they all had stared at $a_them in confusion, probably wondering why $a_they would specify <i>why</i> $a_they's sitting next to you.
It didn't make sense. Why insist $a_they wasn't scared of a roach, only to tell everyone $a_they needed you as a shield?
<<if $guiltydate == "yes">>$a_Their pinky keeps touching yours faintly. You keep acting like you don't notice. Why? Because it's easier like this, it's easier to ignore all of this. The guilt doesn't get any better, but you don't move away.
You can't. Because as much as you'd like to put back some distance between you, you don't think your heart would take $a_their potential hurt at your rejection. Still, you don't move; you don't encourage $a_their movement. It'll have to be enough; it has to.<<else>>$a_Their pinky keeps touching yours faintly under the pretense of simply readjusting $a_themself on the couch. $a_They doesn't hook it around yours; you can see $a_they's too hesitant to do it.
It's not about pride anymore. $a_They's testing the water, walking blindly in a path $a_they's not sure if the end will be destruction or happiness. $a_They's so careful with $a_their touch, as if afraid you'll reject $a_them at any moment; you feel the urge to take $a_them in your arms and tell $a_them everything will be alright.
You control yourself. As much as you want to comfort $a_them for this surprising vulnerability $a_they's showing, you don't want to rush anything and make $a_them bolt out of your house—or life, for that matter.
You don't hook your finger around $a_their either, though you're not sure if it's to let $a_them decide the pace or if you're not quite ready for this too domestic moment at all.<</if>><<else>>with Ekissa on your right and $namet on your left. Athiel is somewhere on the far end of the couch, and $namel is sitting on the floor near the coffee table, $l_their legs crossed and $l_their elbows on the flat surface.<</if>>
There's no real plan for today, just you and your group of misfits lazing around, watching a movie while some scroll on their phones idly. It's a group you've come to be familiar with—you don't even know how long it became like this. A comfortable friendship with people you wouldn't have believed would stay in a room together for more than ten minutes.
These are people who stayed by your side in your worst just like in your best moment, well, there were very few good moments, but they were here. They kept trying to cheer you up in their own way, some more pushy than others<<if $angrytol == "yes">>—and you're still not forgetting what $namel did with the therapist mess. Honestly, you'll probably never forgive $l_them for this mishap. But you moved on, not because you forgive $l_them, but because you're giving $l_them one last chance<</if>>. Some more silent in their actions to bring a smile to your lips. Some who don't know how to cheer you up and use a mask to hide their worry. And some who are pretty grumpy but who know you better than others, who know how to cheer you up even if just slightly.
Of course, there's Vailyn and Vince, but they don't count; they'll always have a particular place in your heart.
Leaning against the back of your seat, a soft sigh leaves your lips. Breaking really helped you exteriorize the emotions that had been bottled up; you forgot how much crying was both draining and curiously liberating. That wasn't your best day, you're gonna be honest, and you didn't feel good at all at that moment, but sooner or later you would've broken whether you liked it or not. Better to be in a dirty alley with the person that put you out of your misery rather than alone with dark thoughts that would've probably made you do stupid things.
The actors playing on your TV right in front of you are forgotten, and frankly, you don't even know why you always put on a movie if you never follow anything about it. It must be a curse, really.
And just like that, the movie end.
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<<if $playful3 == "yes">> "Is it the moment where I tell you my dad called me the other day?" you say out of nowhere, still comfortably sitting on the couch, your fingers drumming against your thigh. <<else>>"My dad called me the other day," you say out of nowhere, delivering the news matter-of-factly yet casually from where you're still comfortably sitting on the couch.<</if>>
Ekissa shoots you an incredulous look. "What?"
"Huh," is all Athiel says eloquently as $a_they fixes $a_their blond hair with slight discomfort.
"Your dad?" $namet and $namel ask in unison.
The stoic $t_man's brows join together in barely visible confusion and curiosity while $t_their $l_father grimaces, $l_their eyes finding the floor very interesting now.
That's what the topic of your dad does. Make people either uncomfortable or angry. You've never met someone who would be happy to start the funny subject that is your father.
"I thought you blocked $j_their number," Ekissa frowns, $j_their snowy white hair partially hiding $j_their cat-like left eye.
The heat of $j_their words isn't directed at you despite the faint disapproval in $j_their eyes of you still having your dad in your contact. Why would you keep the number of an asshole, indeed. You must be a masochist.
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<<if $accetmeetDa == "no">>*[["I wanted to," you rub the back of your neck with a grimace. "But I just… I don't know. His number is blocked now, though."|Chap3C21]]
*[["Well, I didn't think he'd call again to check on me," you shrug. "But his number is blocked now."|Chap3C22]]
*[["His number's blocked now," you quickly point out with a sheepish smile. "I didn't want to do it at first, but… well… I think it's better this way."|Chap3C23]]<<else>>*[["I can't just.. block him," you sigh, rubbing your arm with a helpless shrug. "He's still my dad."|Chap3C24]]
*[["Well, I didn't," you retort, tone more defensive than you intended.|Chap3C25]]
*[["He said he wanted to see me," you change the topic of not having blocked your father. "He sounded worried…"|Chap3C26]]<</if>>
Your father's voice had been different from what you remembered. Worried, almost desperate. But there was still this edge of his, this commanding tone that demanded nothing but obedience.
He wanted to prove he changed; he’s been trying to show that for months, if not years for you to see that he’s not the same anymore. But how can you believe him when he gets defensive the second you don’t agree to what he’s asking?
It made something in your chest twist uncomfortably, to imagine this man could ever change.
Ekissa's frown deepens, $j_their black eyes studying your face with the intensity of someone who knows exactly what kind of damage your father left behind. $j_They doesn't say anything, but $j_their expression speaks volumes about what $j_they thinks of the situation.
"He called to check on you?" $namel's voice carries a hint of disbelief, and you can't blame $l_them.
$l_They doesn't know the whole story, but through the few years living across your house? $l_They obviously picked on the strained relationship you always had with your father.
"That's... unusual," Athiel comments, $a_their fingers tapping against $a_their knee.
There's an underlying tension in $a_their shoulders that wasn't there before, probably remembering the stories $a_their $e_brother used to tell $a_them about your family situation. $namee never fully explained, not wanting to tell a story that wasn't his, but $e_they wanted $e_their $a_brother to understand—something that always seemed to piss off Athiel, though you still don't understand why. Was it because you didn't tell $a_them when $a_they knew you before $namee? Or was it anger for your stead instead of against you?
$namet's gaze moves between the others, picking up on the unspoken history hanging heavy in the air.
"I take it this isn't a regular occurrence?" $t_they asks carefully, $t_their voice carrying genuine concern.
You let out a dry laugh that holds no humor. "No, it's not. he said he was worried, wanted to talk." Your fingers play with the hem of your shirt to distract yourself. "But I'm done with the whole 'let's pretend everything's fine' routine. One phone call doesn't erase years of..." you trail off, not wanting to dive into that particular pool of memories. "Never mind."
"You did the right thing," Ekissa states firmly, no room for argument in $j_their tone. "Blocking him, I mean."
"Yeah," $namel agrees, $l_their usual playful demeanor subdued. "Sometimes the best thing you can do is cut off what hurts you, even if it's family. Especially if it's family."
The silence that follows isn't uncomfortable but understanding. These people around you, this mismatched group of individuals who somehow became your support system, they get it. They understand why you had to block that number, why you couldn't bear to hear another word from the man who was supposed to protect you but failed in so many ways. And that's enough.
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Your father's voice had been different from what you remembered. Worried, almost desperate. But there was still this edge of his, this commanding tone that demanded nothing but obedience.
He wanted to prove he changed; he’s been trying to show that for months, if not years for you to see that he’s not the same anymore. But how can you believe him when he gets defensive the second you don’t agree to what he’s asking?
It made something in your chest twist uncomfortably, to imagine this man could ever change.
Ekissa's expression softens slightly, but you can still see the protective anger simmering beneath. $j_They's been there through the worst of it, after all. $j_They knows exactly why blocking your father's number was the right call, even if it wasn't an easy one to make.
"What did hey want?" Athiel asks, $a_their usual arrogance subdued. There's something in $a_their eyes—maybe understanding, maybe pity. You're not sure which would be worse.
"He said he was worried," you let out a humorless chuckle. "He wanted to talk, catch up... you know, the usual stuff fathers are supposed to say."
$namel shoots you a concerned look, and you can see $l_them struggling with what to say. $l_They knows fragments, pieces of the story you've let slip over the few years living across the road. Not enough to understand completely, but enough to know it's complicated.
"You don't owe him anything," Ekissa states firmly, $j_their eyes narrowing. "Not a conversation, not your time, nothing."
$namet remains quiet, observing the exchange with that calculating look of $t_theirs. $t_They doesn't know the history, doesn't know why your father's calls make everyone tense up like this. But $t_they's smart enough to read the room, to see how this simple announcement has shifted the atmosphere.
"I know," you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "That's why I blocked him. I just... I guess I needed to hear myself say it out loud. That it's okay to choose myself this time." You pause, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Besides, if he really wanted to talk, he had years to do it. Not just when he decides he's suddenly worried."
The silence that follows is uncomfortable yet understanding. These people, this mismatched group who've somehow become your family, they get it. They get you. And right now, that's all you need.
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The silence that follows is heavy, laden with unspoken concerns. Ekissa's frown deepens, $j_their black eyes narrowing with worry $j_they tries to mask with irritation. You know that look. $j_They's thinking about all those nights you tried to piece yourself back together after particularly harsh arguments with your father.
"That's exactly why you should," $j_they mutters, but there's no real bite to $j_their words. Just concern wrapped in frustration.
Athiel shifts uncomfortably, probably remembering the stories $a_their $e_brother used to tell $a_them about your relationship with your father. $namee never fully explained, not wanting to tell a story that wasn't $e_theirs, but $e_they wanted $e_their $a_brother to understand—something that always seemed to piss off Athiel, though you still don't understand why. Was it because you didn't tell $a_them when $a_they knew you before $namee? Or was it anger for your stead instead of against you? The model's usually perfect posture falters slightly, betraying $a_their unease with the topic.
"He called because... he's worried," you continue, words coming out slower now. "He wants to talk things through. <<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>I agreed to meet him, but only here, at my place.<<else>>I said I wasn't sure about… all of this. This is too sudden.<</if>>"
<<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>"Here?" $namel's playful demeanor vanishes, replaced by a protective edge that reminds you $l_they's not just your goofy neighbor and boss, but also a $l_father $l_themself.
<</if>>$namet remains quiet, but $t_their stoic expression carries a hint of confusion. You realize $t_they knows the least about your family situation, having only caught glimpses of your past through casual conversations, but even then, it wasn't enough to understand a scrap of it.
<<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>"Yeah, here. It's... neutral ground, I guess? Plus, it's my space. My rules." You try to sound confident, but your voice wavers slightly. "I know what you're all thinking, but I can't just cut him off completely. Maybe he's changed, maybe he hasn't, but..."<<else>>"I know what you're all thinking, but I can't just cut him off completely. I don't know what to do… Maybe he's changed, maybe he hasn't, but..." you trail off, another sigh leaving your mouth as you pass a hand across your features.<</if>>
"But you need to know," Ekissa finishes for you, $j_their tone softening despite $j_themself. $j_They knows you too well; knows how you've always sought closure, answers, something more than the strained silence that's existed between you and your father for so long.
"Just... be careful," $namel adds, $l_their usual playfulness nowhere to be found. "Sometimes people don't change as much as we hope they will."
You nod, acknowledging their concerns<<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>while standing firm in your decision<</if>>. It's complicated—it's always been like that with your father. But maybe, just maybe, this time could be different.
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You notice their concerned looks, making you sink further into the couch with a heavy sigh. "Look, I know what you're thinking, but he... he sounded different this time."
Ekissa's frown deepens, clearly not buying it. $j_They's been there through most of your father issues, seen firsthand how those calls usually end. "Different how?"
"He wasn't harsh or cold, or anything, for starters," you mutter, picking at a loose thread on your sleeve to distract yourself. "He wants to talk things through."
"And you believe him?" Athiel asks, skepticism dripping from $a_their words.
You let out a bitter laugh. "Not really. <<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>But I told him he could come here if he wants to talk. My house, my rules.<<else>>But maybe I could confirm his words by meeting him? I don't know… I don't want to completely cut him off.<</if>>"
The words come out with forced confidence, masking the uncertainty churning in your stomach. Ekissa or Athiel can be disappointed all they want; you don't care. <i>You</i> decide whether you want your father in your life or not, no matter how irritating that might be for them to see you fall into a toxic habit to still keep your monster of a father in your life.
$namel shifts uncomfortably, clearly trying to piece together the fragments $l_they knows about your past. $namet remains silent, but $t_their usually stoic expression carries a hint of concern. $t_They might not know the full story, but $t_they's perceptive enough to read the room.
<<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>"When?" Ekissa demands, $j_their protective nature showing through.
"I'm not sure yet," you admit, avoiding their eyes. "Soon, probably."
"I'll be here," Ekissa states firmly, not a question but a declaration.<<else>>"Do you <i>want</i> to meet him?" Ekissa demands, $j_their protective nature showing through.
You shrug, not having any answer for your best friend. "I have no clue."
"I'll be here," Ekissa states firmly, not a question but a declaration. "If you decide to meet him, I'll be here."<</if>>
"You don't have to–"
"Yes, I do," $j_they cuts you off. "And don't give me that look. Last time you talked to him alone, you disappeared for three days."
The memory makes you wince. Those three days weren't your proudest moment, but you'd rather not think about it now.
"Fine," you concede, knowing arguing with Ekissa when $j_they's in protective mode is pointless. "But you're staying in the kitchen."
"Deal," $j_they agrees, though $j_their expression says $j_they'll be listening to every word through the door.
The others exchange glances, a mix of concern and curiosity evident on their faces. You know they want to ask more questions, but they respect your boundaries enough not to push. It's one of the reasons you value this misfit group of yours—they know when to press and when to let things be.
Well, $namel is still learning.
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The atmosphere shifts immediately. Ekissa's face darkens while Athiel's face closes off completely, both of them knowing exactly what kind of man your father is. You can see $namet's confusion growing as $t_they looks between everyone, trying to understand the sudden tension in the room.
"Did you agree?" $namel asks carefully, $l_their usual playfulness gone. $l_They doesn't know everything, but $l_they knows enough from the few times you opened up about your childhood.
<<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>"Yeah, I..." you trail off, picking at a loose thread on your sleeve to distract yourself. "But only at my place. I'm not... I'm not going to his house or meet him elsewhere."<<else>>"Not exactly," you shake your head, picking at a loose thread on your sleeve to distract yourself. "I don't know if I want to see him or talk to him... It's so sudden…"<</if>>
<<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>"You're not seeing him alone,"<<else>>"If you decide to see him, you're not doing it alone,"<</if>> Ekissa states firmly, leaving no room for argument.
$j_Their protectiveness, while touching, makes you feel grateful, slightly guilty and mildly frustrated. You know $j_they's worried, and you understand $j_they doesn't want you without backup—that's why you don't mind if $j_they stays near. But you want $j_them to understand you're an adult, not a kid.
"I won't," you assure $j_them, sharing a gentle warning look that $j_they takes without a fight with a nod of his. "He just... he sounded different. He said he's been thinking about things. About us."
"People like him don't change," Athiel says coldly, $a_their model-perfect features twisted in a sneer. "They just get better at pretending."
$namet shifts uncomfortably, clearly feeling out of depth. "I feel like I'm missing something important here."
"It's complicated," you say, offering $t_them a weak smile. "My dad and I... we haven't really talked in a long time. There's a lot of history there."
<<if $accetmeetDa == "yes">>"When is he coming?" $namel asks, $l_their eyes concerned despite $l_their attempt to keep $l_their tone neutral.
"I'm not sure yet. Soon, probably," you admit, watching as Ekissa's jaw clenches. "I know what you're thinking, but... he's still my dad. If there's even a small chance he really wants to make things right..."
"Then I'll be there," Ekissa nods.<<else>>"I'll be here if you decide to meet him," Ekissa repeats, this time with a softer tone.<</if>> "If he genuinely wants to talk, he won't mind an audience."
The others nod in agreement, even $namet who doesn't know the full story. The support makes your throat tight with emotion, even as anxiety churns in your stomach about the <<if $accetmeetDa == "dunno">>possible <</if>>upcoming meeting.
Your father's voice had sounded sincere on the phone, but you've learned the hard way that sincerity from him usually comes with strings attached. Still, some small, stubborn part of you hopes that maybe, just maybe, this time might be different.
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The words come out softer than intended, memories of the call still fresh in your mind. Your father's voice had been different from what you remembered. Worried, almost desperate. But there was still this edge of his, this commanding tone that demanded nothing but obedience.
He wanted to prove he changed; he’s been trying to show that for months, if not years for you to see that he’s not the same anymore. But how can you believe him when he gets defensive the second you don’t agree to what he’s asking?
It made something in your chest twist uncomfortably, to imagine this man could ever change.
"What did he want?" $namet asks carefully, $t_their usual stoic expression giving way to genuine curiosity.
You can't blame $t_them. $t_They doesn't know the whole story, and you've never felt inclined to share it. With anyone. You felt like you had to with people that were and are close to you. It felt evident to share it when they shared so much about them with you. It wasn't out of obligation—no one forced you to—but at the same time, you didn't want to tell anyone; didn't want to see the pity in their eyes.
"Good riddance," Ekissa mutters under $j_their breath, yet loud enough for everyone to hear.
$j_Their protective streak shows in the way $j_their shoulders tense, probably remembering all the times $j_they and Vailyn had been there to pick up the pieces after particularly rough encounters with your father.
$namel's grimace deepens, and you know $l_they's thinking about $l_their own role as a $l_father, how different it is from what you experienced. $l_Their playful demeanor is subdued, replaced by an understanding that comes from years of watching you navigate this complicated relationship even if $l_they doesn't know the specifics.
"He said he was worried," you admit, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt to distract yourself. "He wanted to talk, to see how I was doing. Said he's been thinking about meeting me.."
"And you blocked hiem?" Athiel asks, $a_their usually arrogant tone oddly neutral. There's something in $a_their eyes—maybe understanding, maybe judgment—you can't quite read.
"Yeah," you nod. "I mean, it's been what? Years since we properly talked? And now he suddenly cares?" You let out a bitter laugh. "I just... I can't do it anymore. Can't keep hoping things will be different this time."
The room falls into silence, heavy with unspoken words and shared understanding. Even $namet, who doesn't know the full story, seems to sense the weight of the moment.
"Well," $namel finally breaks the silence, $l_their voice carrying its usual warmth despite the serious topic, "As long as you're happy with your decision, that's all that matter."
"Happy isn't the word I'd use," Ekissa snorts.
You drag your gaze away, lost for a moment before nodding once again. "I'm happy with my decision. I don't want him in my life."
This was awfully impulsive of you to drop this topic on them, but you're glad you did, because now you know you can talk about it without feeling like you're trying to seek attention or remind everyone how your life has been 'worse' than theirs.
It's not a competition, and if it were, you wouldn't want to win.
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"By the way," $namel suddenly pipes up, $l_their familiar playful smirk returning as $l_they gestures toward the window. "Have you seen this weather? It's like Mother Nature can't decide if she wants to freeze us or drown us."
The attempt at lightening the mood is so obvious it's almost painful, but you're grateful for it. Outside, rain is pelting against the windows while snow continues to fall, creating a bizarre mix of slush and ice.
"Are you really trying to make small talk about this shitty weather?" Ekissa snorts, but some of the tension leaves $j_their shoulders.
"It's been doing this for three days," $namet points out with $t_their usual stoic expression. "The roads are a nightmare."
"Oh please," Athiel scoffs, examining $a_their manicured nails. "Try driving in this mess while wearing designer boots. Now that's a nightmare."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Nobody asked you to wear those death traps," you can't help but tease, glad for the shift in conversation. "Especially not in this weather."<<else>>"Nobody forced you to wear those boots," you point out, glad for the shift in conversation. "Especially not in this weather."<</if>>
"Fashion knows no season," Athiel sniffs haughtily, but there's a slight quirk to $a_their lips. "Unlike some people, I have standards to maintain. And it's not just about boots; do you know how cold it is when I have to pose for my photoshoot with only sleeveless tops and jeans?"
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>You shrug, throwing $a_them a grin. "Well, at least you look good."
"Of course I look good," Athiel scoffs, brushing $a_their blond hair behind $a_their shoulder. "I always look good."
Ekissa chooses this perfect moment to snort derisively, earning a glare from Athiel. Your best friend raises a brow. "What? Got a problem, princess?"
"I told you to stop with this stupi—"<<else>>You hum in acknowledgement, asking. "They don't have any heater?"
"Try putting a heater in the middle of a park," Athiel rolls $a_their eyes, as if it was obvious $a_they was talking about an outdoor photoshoot.
Your best friend raises a brow. "No need to get defensive, princess."
"What did you just call m—"<</if>>
"Now, now," $namel laughs, spreading $l_their arms in mock mediation. "Can we appreciate how this weather is giving us the perfect excuse to stay inside and be lazy? It's like nature's way of saying 'fuck productivity'."
You can't help but snort. It's not every day you hear the old $l_man curse.
The bickering continues, but it's lighter now, more natural. You sink deeper into the couch, letting their familiar dynamic wash over you. <<if $accetmeetDa == "yes" or $accetmeetDa == "dunno">>The worry about your father's <<if $accetmeetDa == "dunno">>possible <</if>> upcoming visit still lingers at the back of your mind, but for now, watching your friends argue about fashion choices—that helps chase away the problems for a sweet moment.<</if>>
$namet clears $t_their throat softly, $t_their measured expression unchanged but $t_their eyes gentle as $t_they looks at you.
"I could prepare something warm to drink, if you want?" $t_they asks with a tiny smile that nobody but your group could notice.
It's such a $namet thing to do. Offering to make you something in your own house with your own ingredients, yet making it sound like $t_they's hosting you at a fancy establishment. $t_Their awkward formality when $t_they tries to comfort someone has become endearing over time.
"Only if you make enough for everyone," you smile, touched by $t_their attempt to make you feel better in $t_their own peculiar way.
"Of course," $t_they replies seriously, already moving toward the kitchen with practiced familiarity.
"$t_They does realize this is your house, right?" Ekissa mutters, though $j_they can't quite hide the fond amusement in $j_their voice.
"Let $t_them be," $namel grins, watching $l_their $t_son with obvious pride. "It's $t_their way of showing $t_they cares."
"At least someone here knows how to be properly civilized," Athiel comments, but the usual bite in $a_their words is softened by the small smile playing on $a_their lips.
The sound of $namet methodically preparing warm drinks in your kitchen, treating the task with the same dedication $t_they applies to everything else, brings a warmth to your chest that has nothing to do with the promised hot drink.
"I'll take a quick shower," you tell them, getting up from the couch and waving lazily as you make your way to your room upstairs, $catname following you from where he was sleeping on the TV cabinet.
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"$name," Ekissa catches your wrist before you can disappear in your room.
Your hand pauses on the handle of your door, turning your head in $j_their direction with a curious tilt of your head<<if $hairlength == "shoulder-length" or $hairlength == "long" or $hairlength == "very long">>, strands of hair sliding over your shoulder at your movement<<elseif $hairlength == "short" >>, your hair following the movement.<</if>> "Yeah, that's my name."
"I didn't say anything about the dating app," your best friend starts, $j_their fingers curled around your wrist tightening a tad, "but are you gonna keep going?"
Ever so slowly, your brows lift upward with mounting confusion. "What?"
"The dating app," $j_they repeats, $j_their eyes searching for something in the depths of yours. "Are you gonna keep your profile and see other people?"
<<if $dateothers == "no">>It's not like you wanted this date in the first place; well, you did choose to have a date because of the call you had with your dad and because you tend to make stupid choices every time your dad calls… But in the end you just wanted to own up to your choice and go there to cancel it face-to-face.
You wanted to be respectful to that stranger who didn't ask for any of it, without thinking this stranger would be a total asshole. You doubt your best friend would be happy about it, and you doubt $j_they'd let it go if you plainly tell $j_them you were about to cancel only for the $s_man to ignore your decision.
You'll try to avoid any murder, thank you very much.<<elseif $dateothers == "yes">>After what happened? Your first response would be no for the dating app, but for the last question? It's difficult to find an answer. Telling $j_them you want to see other people right in front of $j_them feels… too weird. Out of place. What if you say yes? Will a part of $j_them feel disappointed not to be seen as a potential love interest? Will $j_they only feel more worried for $j_their friend? Will $j_they be relieved that you're not stopping at only a first impression?<<else>>Hell if you know. You didn't even know what you were doing there in the first place. You were unsure then; you're still unsure now. This is too complicated for your brain; perhaps that's because you're not ready.
But then again, you don't know.<</if>>
"Why this question all of a sudden…?" is all you can answer.
A difficult expression crosses $j_their features. $j_They lets go of your wrist to run a hand through $j_their snowy white hair, $j_their jaw working, $j_their eyes squinting as if searching $j_themself why the fuck $j_they's asking about your love life with so much curiosity. Confusion colors $j_their face, and $j_they doesn't even know why. You can see it, the way $j_they's searching so hard for an answer $j_they doesn't have.
"I…" $j_they frowns, letting out a frustrated sigh as $j_their arm falls limply back to $j_their side. "I don't fucking know. I was just curious, I guess?"
You loosen your grip around the doorknob to slip your hand in your pocket. You echo $j_their words. "Curious?"
"Yeah," $j_they nods, crossing $j_their arms with an arched brow. $j_They shrugs, repeating and meaning it despite the tension in $j_their shoulders, the sign that $j_they's still wondering if it's really just curiosity. "Just curious."
"Alright…"
"You didn't answer," $j_they presses.
"Oh."
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*[["No dating app anymore, no," you answer with a shrug of your own. "I think the one I had was enough."|Chap3C27EKI2]]
*[[A playful smile tugs at your lips. "Who knows?"|Chap3C27EKI3]]
<<if $dateothers == "yes" or $dateothers == "dunno">>*[["I dunno, probably?" you chuckle softly. "I mean, it's not like every date will turn out to be a disaster like this one. Maybe the next one will be better."|Chap3C27EKI4]]<</if>>
*[["Oh yeah, because that ended so well last time," you drawl, sarcasm so thick you can taste it. You add, waving your hand in the air dismissively. "No, I won't go back to this dating app."|Chap3C27EKI5]]
*[["Maybe," you answer simply.|Chap3C27EKI6]]<<set $EKIdatingapp to "no">>
$j_Their dark eyes search yours intently before $j_their lips quirk up in a slight smirk. The tension in $j_their shoulders seems to ease just a bit, though you can't quite figure out why. Ekissa unfolds $j_their arms, shoving $j_their hands in the pockets of $j_their jeans as $j_they leans $j_their shoulder against the wall.
"Good," $j_they says simply, the word carrying a weight you can't decipher.
You raise an eyebrow at $j_them. "Good?"
"Yeah, good," $j_they repeats with another shrug, but there's something in the way $j_their jaw works that tells you there's more to it. "These apps are shit anyway. Full of assholes looking for..."
$j_They trails off, $j_their expression darkening slightly as if remembering your date.
"Looking for what?" you prod, genuinely curious now about what's going on in that head of $j_theirs.
$j_They ruffles the back of $j_their hair roughly, that familiar grumpy look settling back on $j_their features. "You know what I mean. Just... people who don't deserve your time."
You can't help but smile at $j_their protectiveness. "Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore," you assure $j_them, reaching out to pat $j_their arm. "I'm done with dating apps. I think I'll stick to meeting people the old-fashioned way."
"Which is?" $j_they asks, one dark eyebrow raised.
"You know, actually talking to people face to face, maybe getting to know them first," you say with a light laugh. "Revolutionary concept, I know."
The corner of $j_their mouth twitches upward as $j_they deadpans. "Yeah, sounds wild."
You turn back to your door, ready to finally head into your room, when $j_their voice stops you again.
"$name?"
"Hmm?"
"Just... good choice," $j_they says quietly, before pushing off the wall and heading down the hallway, leaving you to wonder about the strange conversation that just took place.
What you don't see is how $j_they pauses at the bottom of the stairs, staring at nothing in particular, trying to understand why the thought of you going on another date makes $j_their stomach twist uncomfortably. $j_They brushes it off as protective best friend instincts and continues $j_their way to the couch, determined not to think about it anymore.
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$j_Their jaw tightens visibly, muscles working beneath $j_their dark skin as $j_they processes your words.
"That's not an answer," $j_they grumbles, $j_their arms tightening across $j_their chest. The way $j_their fingers dig into $j_their arms betrays $j_their attempt at appearing casual.
"Isn't it though?" you counter, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe. Your smile widens when $j_they lets out an irritated huff. "I mean, the future's uncertain and all that philosophical stuff."
Ekissa rolls $j_their eyes so hard you're surprised they don't get stuck. "Cut the bullshit," $j_they mutters, but there's less bite in $j_their tone than usual. "And stop deflecting."
Being $j_their best friend has its perks - you're one of the few people who can get away with teasing $j_them without facing $j_their full grumpy wrath.
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>"Maybe I'll find true love," you continue dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest. "Maybe I'll meet my soulmate through a dating app. Maybe I'll end up with fifty cats instead. The possibilities are endless."<<else>>"Maybe I'll find true love," you continue with a shrug. "Maybe I'll meet my soulmate through a dating app. Maybe I'll end up with fifty cats instead. <<if $genderroj == "man">>Dude, <</if>>I don't fucking know."<</if>>
"You're impossible," $j_they sighs in frustration, but you catch the slight twitch at the corner of $j_their mouth that $j_they's trying to suppress. "I'm asking a simple question."
You push off from the doorframe, taking a step closer to $j_them. "And I'm giving you a simple answer—I honestly don't know. That day was... something," you say<<if $playful3 == "yes">>, your playful tone dropping slightly<<else>> with a sigh<</if>> as you remember the disaster of a date. "But who's to say what tomorrow brings?"
Ekissa's expression shifts, something unreadable flickering across $j_their features. $j_They opens $j_their mouth as if to say something, then closes it again, $j_their usual scowl deepening.
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>"Unless," you add, tilting your head with an exaggerated thoughtful expression. You <i>are</i> curious, though. "You have some specific reason for wanting to know?"<<else>>"Unless," you add, frowning in mild confusion. "You've got some specific reason for wanting to know?<</if>>
The way $j_they stiffens slightly doesn't escape your notice, nor does the quick dart of $j_their eyes away from yours.
"Just looking out for you," $j_they mutters, $j_their voice gruffer than usual. "Someone has to make sure you don't make more stupid decisions."
<<if $persona3 == "charm">>"Aw, you do care," you coo, earning another eye roll.<<else>>"So you do care," you snort, though not unkindly.<</if>>
"Of course I–" $j_they pauses, narrowing $j_their eyes at your smug look as $j_they grumbles. "Shut up."
$j_They shakes $j_their head, turning away, and you can hear $j_them grumble under $j_their breath as $j_they makes $j_their way down the hallway. But you caught the slight softening around $j_their eyes, the barely-there upturn of $j_their lips that $j_they couldn't quite hide.
What you don't see is how $j_they pauses at the bottom of the stairs, staring at nothing in particular, trying to understand why the thought of you going on another date makes $j_their stomach twist uncomfortably. $j_They brushes it off as protective best friend instincts and continues $j_their way to the couch, determined not to think about it anymore.
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Ekissa's expression darkens momentarily, $j_their black eyes narrowing as $j_they processes your words. You can see the way $j_their jaw clenches, probably already imagining the worst scenarios possible.
"Right," $j_they scoffs, running $j_their hand through $j_their white hair again. The contrast with $j_their dark skin makes the motion more noticeable, drawing your attention to the tension in $j_their shoulders, on $j_their face, on $j_their lip—you look back to $j_their eyes. "Because clearly, that app has shown such great results so far."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Come on," you grin, nudging $j_their arm playfully. "Are you worried about me, bestie? I can handle myself, you know that."<<else>>"That app didn't help much," you concede with a nod, adding. "But it doesn't mean it'll happen again."<</if>>
$j_They rolls $j_their eyes despite the slight twitch of $j_their lips. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't come crying to me when the next asshole turns out to be just as bad."
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"But that's what best friends are for!" you protest with mock offense. "Who else am I gonna complain to about my terrible dating life?"<<else>>"Isn't it what best friends are for?" you tilt your head, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. "To listen about my terrible dating life."<</if>>
"Get a therapist," $j_they retorts, earning a chuckle from you.
Something flickers in $j_their eyes, an emotion you can't quite place before it's gone. $j_Their arms uncross, hands sliding into $j_their pockets as $j_they takes a step back.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"You wound me," you place a hand over your heart dramatically.
"Drama queen," $j_they mutters, but you catch the fondness in $j_their tone. $j_They starts to turn away, then pauses. "Just... be careful, alright?"
"Always am."
$j_They snorts at that obvious lie, giving you one last look that lingers a bit longer than usual. <<else>>"Now that hurts my feelings," you shake your head fondly, not offended in the slightest.
"You'll live," $j_they mutters, but you catch the fondness in $j_their tone.
You hum in agreement. "I'll live."
$j_They starts to turn away, then pauses. "Just... be careful, alright?"
"Always am."
$j_They gives you one last look that lingers a bit longer than usual. "I'll have to trust you on that."<</if>>
You watch as $j_they heads back downstairs, $j_their footsteps heavy on each step. If you didn't know better, you'd think $j_they was bothered by something more than just your dating app adventures.
But this is Ekissa. If something was really wrong, $j_they'd say it. $j_They's never been one to hold back $j_their opinions, especially with you.
What you don't see is how $j_they pauses at the bottom of the stairs, staring at nothing in particular, trying to understand why the thought of you going on another date makes $j_their stomach twist uncomfortably. $j_They brushes it off as protective best friend instincts and continues $j_their way to the couch, determined not to think about it anymore.
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Ekissa's black eyes lock with yours, studying your expression for any sign you might be joking. The tension in $j_their shoulders seems to ease just a fraction, though you doubt $j_they even notices it $j_themself. A smirk tugs at the corner of $j_their mouth, and $j_they uncrosses $j_their arms to lean $j_their shoulder against the wall next to your door.
"Can't blame you," $j_they says, amusement dancing in $j_their eyes. "That $s_man was a complete dick. But I gotta admit, watching $s_them almost piss $s_themself when I had that talk with $s_them was pretty entertaining."
"Glad my disaster of a date could provide you with some entertainment," you snort. "Next time I need to make stupid decisions after talking to my dad, I'll find another way. Maybe skydiving."
"Fuck no," Ekissa straightens immediately, $j_their dark features settling into their usual grumpy expression. "That'd mean dragging me with you, and I'm not skydiving anytime soon."
"You wouldn't come with me?" you lift your brows expectantly.
"You're a dumbass," $j_they mutters, fondness hidden beneath $j_their gruff tone that only years of friendship let you detect. $j_They runs a hand through $j_their white hair again. "I'd probably keep my eyes closed the whole way down."
"My knight in shining armor," you say, your lips stretching in a fond smile.
"Oh shut up," $j_they grumbles, pushing off the wall. For a brief instant, something unreadable flashes across $j_their face. It's gone before you can identify it, replaced by a lazy smirk. "I'm going back downstairs. Try not to find any more dating apps while I'm gone."
"No promises," you call after $j_them, just to be difficult.
$j_They flips you off without looking back, heading down the stairs with heavy footsteps that somehow manage to sound grumpy. You hear $j_them muttering something under $j_their breath, probably cursing your existence, and you can't help but smile.
At least some things never change.
What you don't see is how $j_they pauses at the bottom of the stairs, staring at nothing in particular, trying to understand why the thought of you going on another date makes $j_their stomach twist uncomfortably. $j_They brushes it off as protective best friend instincts and continues $j_their way to the couch, determined not to think about it anymore.
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You watch with growing amusement how $j_their expression shifts from curiosity to something akin to annoyance. $j_Their features twist into a scowl, those obsidian eyes narrowing at your vague answer.
"Maybe?" $j_they echoes, $j_their tone carrying a hint of displeasure that makes you bite back a smile. "The fuck kind of answer is that?"
You lean against your door frame, crossing your arms to mirror $j_their stance. "The kind that means I haven't decided yet. Why? Got a problem with that?"
$j_Their scowl deepens, and $j_they runs a hand through $j_their white hair again—a clear sign that $j_they's frustrated. The contrast between $j_their dark skin and snowy locks catches the light, and not for the first time, you think how unfairly attractive your best friend is when $j_they's annoyed.
"No," $j_they grumbles, but $j_their tense shoulders and clenched jaw tell a different story. "I'm not gonna tell you what to do or not. Not my thing. Do whatever you want."
"That's the plan," you say with a small laugh, which only seems to irritate $j_them more. "But seriously, I haven't thought about it. That day was... interesting, to say the least."
$j_They shifts $j_their weight, uncrossing $j_their arms only to shove $j_their hands into $j_their pockets. "Interesting is one way to put it." $j_Their eyes flick to yours, holding your gaze for a moment too long before $j_they looks away. "Just... whatever you decide, tell me next time before you go meeting random assholes."
The concern in $j_their voice, buried beneath layers of grumpiness and apparent indifference, makes something warm bloom in your chest. "Were you worried about me?"
"Oh fuck off," $j_they mutters at the smug look you can't quite hide. $j_They takes a step back, already turning toward the stairs. "I just don't want to have to bail your ass out of trouble again."
"Sure, sure," you call after $j_them as $j_they starts heading downstairs. "Keep telling yourself that."
$j_Their only response is a middle finger thrown over $j_their shoulder, but you catch the way $j_their lips twitch upward slightly before $j_they disappears down the steps. You shake your head, smile still playing on your lips as you hear $j_them stomping $j_their way back to the living room.
What you don't see is how $j_they pauses at the bottom of the stairs, staring at nothing in particular, trying to understand why the thought of you going on another date makes $j_their stomach twist uncomfortably. $j_They brushes it off as protective best friend instincts and continues $j_their way to the couch, determined not to think about it anymore.
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<b>13:40
Melth Cosmetics Corporation – Conference Room</b>
"The 'YOUR' problem is resolved but the main problem isn't," $namet states from where $t_they's standing near the high-ceiling windows, leaning against them and scanning the people sitting at the table with critical eyes. "Our reputation is starting to waver, and we still don't know where that came from."
"People started to say our productions were created in a dirty factory," Chelsea confirms across from you, a stern look firmly in place. "We thought it'd pass, but we clearly were wrong. Our workers are starting to doubt their own company."
Honestly, you're not sure why you're here. An assistant doesn't assist meetings like this one… do they? It's the first time it happens for you. You don't mind, and you did agree when $namel proposed to join the reunion even if you still doubt an assistant would help much in this case. Though you confess you're curious about this situation, this is getting worse, and no one knows who's pulling the strings in the shadow.<<if $romanceroute == "L">>
"$namel," Chelsea prompts the CEO with a disapproving look at what she sees.
You turn your head to your boss, only to see $l_them watching you with that dreamy look, not even hiding $l_their interest in you in an important meeting like this one. Holding $l_their gaze a moment, you clear your throat, jerking your chin to Chelsea.
$l_They snaps out of $l_their reverie, dragging $l_their attention to the HR director lazily. A smile stretches on $l_their lips, finally acknowledging her.<<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>You find yourself glancing again at $namet, but what you find makes you regret it instantly. $t_Their eyes are on your fingers, the ring there seeming to burn your skin, and you can't help but want to disappear when you see the tiny frown on $t_their face. It's not from anger, nor from sadness or bitterness, but there's wonder and skepticism playing on $t_their features.
Like $t_they doesn't know $t_themself how to react to you still wearing the ring you never had the chance to put on your dead boyfriend. Not that $t_they knows this ring was meant to $namee, but $t_they's not an idiot.<</if>>
"It's concerning, yes, but we have no other choice but to ignore it for now and reassure our clients that our factories are clean and products safe," $namel takes a more serious tone than usual.
"Did we still not find the one who's behind all of this?" Jordan from Marketing leans forward in his chair, drumming his fingers on the polished conference table. "We've been trying to track the source for weeks now."
Chelsea shakes her head, her red hair tied in a tight ponytail swaying with the motion. "Every time we think we're close, the trail goes cold. They're good at covering their tracks."
You observe silently as $namet pushes away from the window, $t_their expensive professional attire catching the afternoon light. $t_They stalks to the table like a predator, placing both hands on its surface. "Our competitors are taking advantage of this situation. Angelic Cosmetics, especially has been aggressive with their marketing lately."
The tension in the room is palpable. Your eyes drift to the cityscape visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the winter sun casting long shadows across neighboring buildings. The marketing reports scattered across the table show declining numbers—nothing dramatic yet, but concerning enough.
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"$name," $namet calls out, hurrying $t_their steps to stop in front of you before you can disappear in your room.
The door already ajar, $catname slips through the gap as your hand pauses on the handle of your door, dragging your gaze in $t_their direction with a curious tilt of your head<<if $hairlength == "shoulder-length" or $hairlength == "long" or $hairlength == "very long">>, strands of hair sliding over your shoulder at your movement<<elseif $hairlength == "short" >>, your hair following the movement.<</if>> "Yeah, that's my name."
The motion of your head seems to distract $t_them, $t_their black eyes following an invisible path down your eyes to your nose—he glances away. "How do you want your pizza? We're ordering some for dinner."
The question catches you off guard as you quietly close back the door. You had thought $t_they'd ask you something more… meaningful, not that you mind $t_their thoughtfulness. That's just unexpected.
Your silence elicits a hesitant expression on $t_their face as $t_they backtracks. "If you don't mind us staying for dinner, that is."
$t_They's still observing your wall, avoiding your gaze like $t_their life depends on it, keeping $t_their stoic mask firmly in place. You wonder if $t_they realizes this habit of $t_their is becoming rare. The more you spend time together, the more you realize $t_their avoidance at eye contact is becoming close to nonexistent sometime.
$t_Their nervous habit of fixing $t_their sleeve never disappeared around you, though.
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*[["No, I don't mind if you stay," you reassure the CFO with a nod.|Chap3C27T2]]
*[["Just you then," you joke. "The others leave, but you can stay."|Chap3C27T3]]
*[[You feel the urge to tease the CFO, drawling sarcastically. "Oh yeah, I love having people in my house when all I want is to stay alone."|Chap3C27T4]]
*[["Why would I mind it?" you frown, confused.|Chap3C27T5]]
*[["Depends," you shrug, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall. "If you give me a smile, I might consider it."|Chap3C27T6]]
Your hand falls from the doorknob, turning to face $t_them properly. You're starting to doubt $t_they heard you at all by how $t_their full and intense focus stays on the wall like it's gonna crack and show a secret passage or something.
Finally, $t_they looks at you for a brief moment before finding interest in the wall again. "You're sure?"
"Of course," you reply, your brows joining together and raising up in a mix of amusement and confusion. "Why wouldn't I be?"
$t_Their fingers fidget with the hem of $t_their sleeve, tugging and smoothing the fabric in that nervous pattern you've grown familiar with. The silence stretches between you two, not exactly uncomfortable but charged with something you can't quite name.
"You know," you start softly, causing $t_them to freeze mid-fidget, "you don't have to ask permission every time. My house is always open to you guys. Well, maybe not always to Athiel, but don't tell $a_them that—$a_they'll say $a_they doesn't care and will sulk for days."
"I know," $t_they mutters, then clears $t_their throat. "That you don't mind, I mean. I just wanted to make sure you're comfortable with us being here."
You can't help but smile at $t_their consideration. "$namet, seriously, it's fine. I like having you—" you pause for a split second. "—all of you here."
$t_They swallows visibly, $t_their Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. You catch $t_their gaze flickering to your face again, staying a second longer this time before dropping away. The corner of $t_their mouth twitches, almost like $t_they's fighting back a smile.
"Right," $t_they says quietly. "Good."
<<if $serious3 == "yes">>"I would've said something if you bothered me," you deliver the words with a tilt of your head, searching $t_their gaze to make $t_them understand you're serious. "The house is unusually quiet without you all anyway."
"Are you saying you're missing the endless arguments between Ekissa and Athiel?" $t_they surprises you with that hint of playfulness in $t_their tone, though $t_they still doesn't look your way.
Your lips twitch downward and your nose wrinkles, the only sign that while you missed the chaos, you'd rather avoid this kind of chaos. "Not… necessarily."
"That's what I thought," $t_they dips $t_their head in acknowledgement, $t_their mouth quirking up in a barely there smile.
"Doesn't change the fact that the quiet is harder to get used to than I thought," you point out.<<else>>"And hey," you start lightly, nudging $t_their ankle with your foot, "at least I can annoy you guys instead of $catname. I think the poor feline is getting tired of me and my rant."
At the mention of your cat, $namet's body becomes stiffer than it already was, $t_their gaze flicking subtly around just to be sure $catname didn't leave your room through the cat door. "You never annoyed me."
There's no hidden meaning, no suggestion—you can see $t_they means it. It sounds almost like a curious inquiry wrapped around a stoic response. You can't help but grin. "Should I start doing it? Is it your way to tell me I've got the green light?"
"That… strangely feels like a threat," $t_they replies, $t_their mouth quirking up in a barely there smile.
"Who knows?"<</if>>
The familiar warmth that always seems to appear when $t_they's around spreads through your chest as you watch $t_them process your words. $t_Their posture relaxes further, shoulders dropping from their tense position near $t_their ears, and you can practically see the relief washing over $t_them.
For what feels like eternity, $t_their mask falls back into place, keeping the warmth in $t_their black eyes as $t_they finally straightens $t_their back with a nod. "I'll be waiting, then."
Turning on $t_their heels, $t_they pauses for a minute before thinking better of it and walking down the hallway while fixing $t_their sleeve. You realize $t_they used 'I' instead of 'we', and that $t_they never actually had the answer $t_they wanted, the very reason why $t_they came to you.
But $t_they didn't come for your choice of food, did $t_they? $t_Their reason to join you wasn't to know whether you want pineapple or not on your pizza. But as always, neither of you speaks on it or calls out the other.
This was just a moment between you two. Something you find yourself seeking more often than not these past days.
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Your playful tone makes $t_them pause, and you watch with amusement as $t_their hand twitches toward $t_their sleeve before stopping midway. $t_Their black eyes finally snap to yours, studying your expression as if trying to decipher if you're being serious or not.
The seconds tick by in silence, and you notice how $t_their shoulders tense slightly before relaxing. The corner of $t_their mouth twitches—not quite a smile, but close enough.
"That's," $t_they starts, clearing $t_their throat when $t_their voice comes out a bit rough. "That's not what I meant."
You shrug, maintaining the light atmosphere despite the way your stomach flutters at $t_their reaction. "I know what you meant. But maybe I prefer having just you around."
The words slip out before you can stop them, more honest than you intended. Friends tell this kind of thing anyway. You didn't say it weirdly, right? Did you show too much?
$t_Their eyes widen fractionally, and this time $t_they does reach for $t_their sleeve, tugging at it while processing your words. You notice a faint color rising to $t_their cheeks, barely noticeable against $t_their tanned skin.
"The others would be disappointed," $t_they says finally, but there's something in $t_their tone that makes you think $t_they's not entirely opposed to the idea. "They've been looking forward to this, well, my $l_dad did."
"Then I guess they can stay too," you concede with an exaggerated sigh, as if you're doing them a great favor. "But only because you asked so nicely."
The tension in $t_their shoulders eases completely at your words, and you catch the way $t_their lips quirk upward before $t_they can school $t_their expression back to neutral. Something warm settles in your chest at the sight.
For what feels like eternity, $t_their mask falls back into place, keeping the warmth in $t_their black eyes as $t_they finally straightens $t_their back with a nod. "I'll be waiting, then."
Turning on $t_their heels, $t_they pauses for a minute before thinking better of it and walking down the hallway while fixing $t_their sleeve. You realize $t_they used 'I' instead of 'we', and that $t_they never actually had the answer $t_they wanted, the very reason why $t_they came to you.
But $t_they didn't come for your choice of food, did he? $t_Their reason to join you wasn't to know whether you want pineapple or not on your pizza. But as always, neither of you speaks on it or calls out the other.
This was just a moment between you two. Something you find yourself seeking more often than not these past days.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C28">><</button>>You watch $t_their shoulders tense under your words. $t_Their nervous habit kicks in immediately, $t_their fingers twitching toward $t_their sleeve before $t_they catches $t_themself. The motion makes you smirk, your eyes following the slight tremble of $t_their hand.
$namet finally looks at you, $t_their black eyes widening slightly as if $t_they hadn't expected this kind of response. $t_Their lips part, probably to apologize, but you cut $t_them off before $t_they can utter a single word.
"I mean, who doesn't want to share their personal space with others when they're exhausted?" you continue with the same sarcastic tone, though your eyes soften when you notice how $t_their shoulders drop lower. "Having people around when I could be peacefully reading in my room or, I don't know, finally getting that nap I've been dreaming about all day. Absolutely wonderful."
$t_They shifts $t_their weight from one foot to another, $t_their gaze dropping to the floor as if finding it suddenly fascinating. You notice how $t_their jaw clenches, probably holding back whatever $t_they wants to say.
You let the silence stretch, watching $t_them squirm under your stare before finally taking pity on $t_them. A chuckle escapes your lips, making $t_their head snap up in surprise.
"I'm joking, $namet." You push yourself off the door, taking a step closer to $t_them. $t_Their eyes widen at your proximity, but $t_they doesn't move away. "Of course I don't mind having you guys around. It's actually nice, having the house filled with noise instead of silence."
The tension in $t_their shoulders gradually eases, though $t_their eyes still hold a hint of uncertainty. You can't help but find it endearing how $t_they takes your words so seriously, how $t_they seems to genuinely care about your comfort.
"Besides," you add with a playful smile. "Free pizza is always a good deal."
"Are you sure?" $t_they asks, gaze darting away with a slight concerned frown. "We can leave if that—"
"I'm sure. I don't mind you staying," you repeat, though you don't specify whether you meant only $t_them or everyone.
For what feels like eternity, $t_their mask falls back into place, keeping the warmth in $t_their black eyes as $t_they finally straightens $t_their back with a nod. "I'll be waiting, then."
Turning on $t_their heels, $t_they pauses for a minute before thinking better of it and walking down the hallway while fixing $t_their sleeve. You realize $t_they used 'I' instead of 'we', and that $t_they never actually had the answer $t_they wanted, the very reason why $t_they came to you.
But $t_they didn't come for your choice of food, did he? $t_Their reason to join you wasn't to know whether you want pineapple or not on your pizza. But as always, neither of you speaks on it or calls out the other.
This was just a moment between you two. Something you find yourself seeking more often than not these past days.
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Something in your chest tightens at $t_their hesitation, at the way $t_they seems to think you wouldn't want them—want $t_them—around. $namet is probably the most considerate person you've ever met, to the point of thinking too deeply about whether others are comfortable or not. At least for people $t_they cares about.
Your words make $t_them shift $t_their weight from one foot to another, an unusual sight you don't often see on $t_them as $t_their fingers automatically go to $t_their sleeve. The fabric wrinkles under $t_their touch as $t_they tugs at it, the motion drawing your eyes to the way $t_their shoulders tense.
$t_Their dark gaze flickers to yours for a split second before darting away again, almost like $t_they's afraid of what $t_they'll find in your expression.
"I just..." $t_they starts, then stops, seeming to struggle with $t_their words. $t_Their jaw works silently, and you notice a muscle ticking there. "We've been here a lot lately, not just today but since..." $t_they trails off, not finishing this sentence. "I thought maybe you'd want some space."
The admission makes you soften, understanding dawning on you. $namet has always been mindful of others' boundaries, sometimes to a fault. It's one of the things you've come to appreciate about $t_them, even if right now it makes you want to shake some sense into $t_them.
"$namet," you say $t_their name firmly, making sure $t_they hears the sincerity in your voice. "If I didn't want you—any of you—here, I would say so. You know that, right?"
$t_They seems to process this, $t_their fingers finally stilling on $t_their sleeve. The tension in $t_their shoulders eases slightly, though not completely. There's something else in $t_their expression, something you can't quite read, but it makes your heart beat a little faster.
"Besides," you continue, offering a small smile. "Having you guys around makes this place feel more like home. It's nice not coming back to an empty house all the time."
For what feels like eternity, $t_their mask falls back into place, keeping the warmth in $t_their black eyes as $t_they finally straightens $t_their back with a nod. "I'll be waiting, then."
Turning on $t_their heels, $t_they pauses for a minute before thinking better of it and walking down the hallway while fixing $t_their sleeve. You realize $t_they used 'I' instead of 'we', and that $t_they never actually had the answer $t_they wanted, the very reason why $t_they came to you.
But $t_they didn't come for your choice of food, did he? $t_Their reason to join you wasn't to know whether you want pineapple or not on your pizza. But as always, neither of you speaks on it or calls out the other.
This was just a moment between you two. Something you find yourself seeking more often than not these past days.
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The request makes $t_them freeze, $t_their fingers stilling on the fabric of $t_their shirt. $t_Their eyes snap to yours for a brief moment before darting away again, but you catch the slight widening of $t_their dark irises. A mix of surprise and something else you can't quite place flickers across $t_their features.
You watch with growing amusement as $t_they processes your words, $t_their jaw working silently as if trying to form a response. The tips of $t_their ears are turning a telling shade of pink, and you find yourself fascinated by how such a simple request can throw $t_them so off balance.
$t_Their hand moves from $t_their sleeve to the back of $t_their neck, rubbing it in what you've come to recognize as another nervous tick. The motion causes $t_their shirt to stretch across $t_their shoulders, and you pretend not to notice how it accentuates $t_their frame.
"That's..." $t_they starts, $t_their voice carrying a hint of uncertainty that makes your smile widen. $t_They clears $t_their throat, finally chancing another glance at you. "That's quite the condition."
You push yourself off the wall slightly, tilting your head. "Should I change my condition then?"
The usually composed $namet looking so flustered is a sight you decide you quite enjoy.
$t_Their lips twitch, fighting against the smile you can see trying to break free. You wait patiently, raising an eyebrow in challenge when $t_they looks at you again. This time, $t_they holds your gaze a second longer.
Finally, like sunshine breaking through clouds, a small but genuine smile curves $t_their lips. And you realize it's not entirely because you asked it but because this situation is so ridiculous $t_they didn't feel the need to contain $t_their smile this time. It transforms $t_their entire face, softening $t_their usually sharp features and making $t_them look younger, more approachable.
Your breath catches slightly at the sight, a smile finding your lips as well. "I think that'll be enough. Permission accepted. You shall stay in my humble abode."
For what feels like eternity, $t_their mask falls back into place, keeping the warmth in $t_their black eyes as $t_they finally straightens $t_their back with a nod. "I'll be waiting, then."
Turning on $t_their heels, $t_they pauses for a minute before thinking better of it and walking down the hallway while fixing $t_their sleeve. You realize $t_they used 'I' instead of 'we', and that $t_they never actually had the answer $t_they wanted, the very reason why $t_they came to you.
But $t_they didn't come for your choice of food, did he? $t_Their reason to join you wasn't to know whether you want pineapple or not on your pizza. But as always, neither of you speaks on it or calls out the other.
This was just a moment between you two. Something you find yourself seeking more often than not these past days.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C28">><</button>>You're about to open your bedroom door when you see someone on the corner of your eye. Your door ajar, you slide your gaze to the person's direction, landing on $namel, who's leaning against the wall right next to you, $l_their arms crossed with one of $l_their infamous charming smiles.
"Yes?" you raise a brow expectantly, waiting for the certain pick-up lines that you know too well is coming.
$namel's smile widens when you humor $l_them, clearing $l_their throat to prepare $l_themself. Then. "Did it hurt when you–"
"The angel pick-up lines are overused, $namel," you sigh exasperatedly, biting back a laugh at $l_their ridiculous attempt to swoon you yet again. "You could be more original."
The change of demeanor from that disastrous day is… not unwelcome. This side of $l_them is fun; it helps keep everything light, but the other side you saw the day you broke down in a dirty alleyway? When $l_they came, left $l_their work for you, stained $l_their expensive clothes, helped you out of that alley, gave you time to break, process then to calm down, drove you to a beach in the hope to help you feel better with too many sweets in a paper bag—this side is surprising and just as much interesting as the 'playful and charming' $namel.
"I'll let you know when I have original ones," $l_they spreads $l_their arms in a silly way, $l_their gray eyes twinkling with mischief as $l_they holds yours. "Or I could try again right now?"
"Please don't," you grimace, though it's more an act than real rejection. "Why don't you use them with the othe—"
"I don't want to," $l_they cuts in with a grin, those perfect white teeth forcing $l_their dimple to make an appearance blinding you.
Your stomach flips at $l_their words. It's always like this, making you feel special when $l_their genuine interest remains uncertain. You ignore the way your skin seems to tingle at the certainty in $l_their voice.
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*[["Anywaaay," you grin at the CEO. "Did you need something, or did you just come to bug me?"|Chap3C27L2]]
*[["Yeah, right," you nod slowly, not hiding the sarcasm in your tone.|Chap3C27L3]]
*[[You cock a brow, face carefully neutral. "If you say so. What did you want, anyway?"|Chap3C27L4]]
*[["Did you come to use your pick-up lines on me?" you huff a soft laugh.|Chap3C27L5]]
*[["Should we start the preparation of our wedding tomorrow?" you joke.|Chap3C27L6]]
There's something endearing about how $l_they pushes $l_themself off the wall, taking a small step closer to you. $l_Their $l_cologne, a mix of spice and something uniquely $l_them, fills your senses. The proximity makes your heart skip a beat, but you maintain your composure.
"Can't I just want to spend time with you?" $l_Their voice is softer now, less playful and more genuine. The change in tone catches you off guard. "Everyone's downstairs being... well, you know how they are."
You do know. You can faintly hear Ekissa's curses floating up from downstairs, probably at something Athiel said. $namet's voice occasionally joins in, the three of them discussing something that fills your house.
"So you're hiding from them?" you tease, though you understand the need for a breather.
Seems like even $namel Melth, master of charm and pranks, needs moments away from the crowd.
$l_They chuckles, running a hand through $l_their hair. "Not hiding. Just... enjoying some quiet moments with you. Is that a crime?"
The sincerity in $l_their voice doesn't go unnoticed, bringing a small smile on your face. It's these moments, when $l_they drops the smooth operator act, that you find most dangerous to your heart. $l_Their gray eyes hold yours, and for a moment, everything else seems to fade away.
"Besides," $l_they continues with a slight smirk, breaking the intensity of the moment. "Someone needs to save you from drowning in work up here."
You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile spreading a little more at your lips. "If by work, you mean taking a quick shower and probably find my bed for some more minutes, then no, I don't need saving."
"I should probably head back down before they send a search party," $l_they says finally, though $l_they seems reluctant to move. "Try not to miss me too much?"
You doubt they even noticed $l_they left, except maybe $namet, but who are you to correct $l_them?
"I'll do my best to survive," you shoot back, watching as $l_they turns to leave.
$l_Their footsteps echo down the stairs, and you can hear $l_them surprisingly being welcomed back into the group's chatter. You find yourself standing there for a moment longer, your hand still on the door handle, thinking about how genuine $l_their words had felt.
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$namel's playful expression shifts into something more serious, $l_their eyes studying your face intently. "You don't believe me?"
"Oh no, I totally believe you," you drawl, leaning against your doorframe with an amused smile.
The way $l_their brows furrow slightly at your obvious disbelief only makes your smile widen. Even if $l_they spends hours telling you $l_they's serious, while you'd love to believe $l_them, you still have doubt about how much this is an act, just friendship, or something more.
"You don't look like you do," $l_they laughs, but there's an undertone of something else in $l_their voice—maybe disappointment?
$l_Their arms fall to $l_their sides as $l_they straightens up, moving slightly closer. $l_Their smile is still present, dimmer than earlier but still very here as $l_they tries to keep it light.
You shrug, meeting $l_their gaze steadily. "Well, the famous $namel Melth, known for playing around and charming $l_their way through life? Kind of difficult to believe you'd focus your infamous pick-up lines solely on me."
The playfulness in $l_their expression softens into something more genuine, $l_their gray eyes holding yours with something you can't read but that nearly makes you forget to breathe. $l_They's quiet for a moment, considering your words before nodding slowly.
"I can be trustworthy sometimes, you know," $l_they says softly, all traces of $l_their earlier teasing gone.
There's a weight to $l_their words that makes your stomach flip, and for a moment, you almost believe $l_them. The way $l_they's looking at you now reminds you of that day in the alley, in $l_their car, at the beach—sincere, caring, without any of $l_their usual charm or playfulness.
The silence stretches between you, charged with unspoken words and lingering glances. Finally, $namel breaks it with a small smile, different from $l_their usual charming grins. This one's more real, almost vulnerable.
"I should head back downstairs," $l_they says, pushing off from the wall.
As $l_they turns to leave, $l_they glances back at you one last time, something unreadable in $l_their expression. Then $l_they's gone, $l_their footsteps echoing down the hallway, leaving you with a strange mix of confusion and warmth in your chest.
You remain in your doorway for a moment longer, trying to ignore how your heart is still racing from that last look $l_they gave you. Maybe, just maybe, there's more to $namel Melth than you originally thought.
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$namel pushes $l_themself off the wall, taking a step closer. The playfulness in $l_their eyes shifts into something warmer, more intimate.
"Everyone's being loud downstairs," $l_they says, $l_their voice dropping lower. "Thought we could... have a moment of peace."
Your heart skips at $l_their proximity, at the way $l_their presence seems to fill the narrow hallway. "Peace?" you echo, trying to maintain your composure despite how your body automatically leans toward $l_them. "With you around? That's unlikely."
$l_They chuckles, the sound rich and deep. "I can be peaceful," $l_they protests softly, reaching out to brush something under your eye. $l_Their fingers linger near your cheek, and you can feel the warmth radiating from $l_their skin. "When I want to be."
The tension between you crackles with unspoken words, $l_their touch burns your skin, and you feel hyper-aware of every single point of contact despite trying your best to stay calm.
You're acutely aware of how close $l_they is, how easy it would be to close that small gap. $l_Their $l_cologne—a hint of spice, something fancy but distinctly $l_them—wraps around you like a familiar embrace.
"$namel..." you start, but you're not sure what you want to say. The way $l_they's looking at you makes thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.
Too close, too overwhelming, too everything. Your heart beats faster against your ribcage, and you remain uncertain whether you want $l_them closer or far away from you. $l_They seems to understand though, $l_their expression softening.
"I know," $l_they murmurs, finally letting $l_their hand drop. The loss of contact feels more significant than it should. "I just..." $l_they pauses, running a hand through $l_their black hair in a rare display of uncertainty. "I like being around you. Without all the..."
$l_They doesn't finish $l_their sentence. $l_They doesn't need to. The confession leaves you speechless, not because you're flustered, not because you don't feel the same but because you don't <i>know</i> what you're supposed to say.
Before either of you can say more, voices call up from below, breaking the moment. $namel steps back, $l_their usual charming smile sliding back into place, though $l_their eyes still hold that warmth.
"Guess that's my cue," $l_they says with a small shrug. "Try not to miss me too much up here."
You shake your head at $l_their returning playfulness, but can't help the smile tugging at your lips. "I'll do my best."
$l_They winks at you before heading back downstairs, leaving you with the lingering scent of $l_their $l_cologne and the ghost of $l_their almost-touch on your skin.
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$namel's eyes soften at your laugh, $l_their posture relaxing further against the wall. "Maybe," $l_they drawls playfully, uncrossing $l_their arms to slip $l_their hands into $l_their pockets. "But I also wanted to see you without the circus show downstairs. They're... a bit too much sometimes."
Your brow lifts at $l_their words. Funny $l_they says that when $l_they's the one teasing them all until they get fed up, most of the time. But you don't call $l_them out. $l_They's the one who brings the group some light with $l_their endless playful and cheerful demeanor. $l_They's the one keeping you all entertained when Athiel and Ekissa aren't bantering right and left.
"Oh really? Too loud for the mighty CEO?" you asks, leaning against your doorframe.
The distance between you is comfortable yet charged with something unspoken as $l_they chuckles, the sound rich and warm.
"More like too many eyes watching my every move." $l_Their gaze holds yours meaningfully, but $l_they doesn't say any name even if you both noticed how Ekissa would narrow $j_their eyes when $namel is too close to you, as if the old $l_man will break your heart at any moment. "Makes it hard to have a proper conversation with someone specific."
The implications in $l_their words make your heart skip a beat. You've noticed how $l_they's been trying to get moments alone with you today, always finding excuses to be where you are. It should probably worry you more than it does.
"And what kind of conversation did you have in mind?" you ask, voice softer than intended.
$namel takes a small step closer, close enough that you can smell $l_their $l_cologne—the familiar hint of spice, something expensive that suits $l_them perfectly.
"Any kind you'd be willing to have," $l_they responds, $l_their voice equally soft. "Though I'd prefer one without pick-up lines, despite what you might think."
You both share a quiet laugh, the tension easing slightly. For a moment, you just look at each other, and you can't help but wonder what $l_they's thinking behind those gray eyes that seem to see right through you.
Finally, $l_they straightens up with a slight sigh. "I should head back down before they send a search party," $l_they says, though $l_they looks reluctant to leave. "But... save me a conversation for later?"
You nod, watching as $l_they turns to leave. At the top of the stairs, $l_they pauses to throw you one last smile over $l_their shoulder. Not $l_their usual charming grin, but something more genuine that makes your heart flutter.
As $l_their footsteps fade down the stairs, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. These moments with $namel... they're becoming dangerous.
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You regret it immediately when $l_their eyes instinctively flick to your ring, still very much on your fingers. $l_They catches $l_themself quickly, offering you a smile that doesn't quite reach $l_their eyes. The previous playful atmosphere dims slightly as $l_they pushes $l_themself off the wall, taking a step closer to you.
"Maybe we should wait until you're ready for that particular commitment," $l_they says softly, $l_their usual confidence wavering for just a moment.
The air between you grows thick with unspoken words. Your fingers unconsciously twist the ring, feeling like a complete idiot for having mentioned marriage when… You shake your head. $namel notices—of course $l_they does—and reaches out to still your hand, $l_their touch gentle but firm.
"I actually came up here to steal you away for a bit," $l_they admits, $l_their thumb absently stroking your wrist. "Everyone downstairs is either passed out on the couch or arguing about what movie to watch next. I thought you might want some... quieter company."
The warmth of $l_their hand seeps into your skin, making it hard to focus on anything else. "Quieter company? You?" you snort, trying to lighten the mood. "$l_Mr. 'Let-me-serenade-you-with-pickup-lines'?"
$l_Their laugh is genuine this time, the tension in $l_their shoulders easing. "I can be quiet when I want to be," $l_they defends, then adds with a wink. "But I prefer making you laugh."
You both know $l_they's deflecting, using humor to navigate around the elephant in the room—your ring, your past, the complex dance you two have been doing around each other. But right now, you're grateful for it.
"I should head back down," $namel says finally, releasing your wrist. The loss of contact leaves you feeling strangely empty. "Before they send a search party or worse, pick that horrible horror movie Athiel's been pushing for."
$l_They takes a step back, $l_their usual confident smile back in place, even if there's something softer in $l_their eyes now. "Think about my offer for quiet company, though. I promise only minimal use of pickup lines."
You watch $l_them walk away, $l_their footsteps echoing down the hallway. The ghost of $l_their touch lingers on your wrist, and you find yourself already missing $l_their presence, even as you hear $l_them joining the chaos downstairs.
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"Hey," you hear a familiar voice behind you that sounds suspiciously like Athiel. When you don't answer immediately, $a_they calls out again, this time louder and with a hint of frustration. "Hey."
It's in these moments you can easily remark how impatient $a_they is with you, or, well, in general. One minute without acknowledging $a_them is like you've spit in $a_their food and told $a_them to eat.
Your hand pauses on the handle of your door, dragging your eyes in $a_their direction with a curious tilt of your head<<if $hairlength == "shoulder-length" or $hairlength == "long" or $hairlength == "very long">>, strands of hair sliding over your shoulder at your movement<<elseif $hairlength == "short" >>, your hair following the movement<</if>>. "You do realize I have a name, right?"
"Oh really?" $a_they drawls flatly, words dripping with sarcasm as $a_they tugs a strand of $a_their hair behind $a_their ear, revealing the long and simple golden earring. "Must have slipped my mind; you don't have a special face to remember."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Nooo, it's breaking my heart," you deadpan, your brow raising slightly. "I'll never recover."
The sarcasm is delivered as flatly as $a_they did for you. There's no heat, just challenging glances exchanged to see who's gonna back down first. You have all day for this kind of banter, really. Sarcasm is your specialty just as much as $a_theirs.
"Smartass," Athiel clicks $a_their tongue, $a_their palms planting on $a_their waist as $a_they cocks $a_their hips on one side.
Your brow lifts higher. "You started it."
"I didn't," $a_they huffs, a big fat liar like you've ever seen.
You don't back down. "Oh but you did."
"I did not."<<else>>"Really?" you blink at $a_them, unconsciously bringing your hand to your face before letting it fall with a slight shrug. "Maybe you're right."
That earns a snort from $a_them, $a_their hand waving dismissively in the air between you two. "You know what? Never mind, forget I said that."
"But you're not completely wrong," you point out, not really minding your face being called basic when you certainly are for most people. "My face might not be special for some peo—"
"I was joking," $a_they shuts $a_their ocean blue eyes with a sigh before opening them again. "Gosh, just forget it."
A tiny frown forms between your brows. "Why would you joke about that?"
Athiel wrinkles $a_their nose, twirling a strand of hair around $a_their finger. "Didn't I just tell you to forget it?"
"I'm just curious."
"Then stop being curious."<</if>>
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*[[Changing the topic, you ask curiously. "Did you need something?"|Chap3C27A2]]
*[["Aside from judging my face," you start, crossing your arms casually. "Why are you here?"|Chap3C27A3]]
*[["You can't live without me, can you?" you tease, wiggling your brows playfully. "Ten seconds without me, and it's already too much for you."|Chap3C27A4]]
*[["So," you laugh quietly. "Scared of cockroaches, huh?"|Chap3C27A5]]
*[[You smile softly. "Well, at least one of us has a special face to remember."|Chap3C27A6]]
Athiel leans $a_their shoulder against the wall, $a_their ocean blue eyes tracking your movements as you finally open your bedroom door. $a_They doesn't answer immediately, which is unusual for someone who can't shut up for more than five seconds. The silence stretches enough that you turn to face $a_them again.
"Nothing in particular," $a_they finally says with a shrug, but you can tell $a_they's lying by the way $a_they keeps fidgeting with the ring on $a_their index finger. "Just bored."
"Bored?" you echo with a knowing smile. "Is that why you followed me upstairs when I said I was going to take a quick shower?"
$a_Their cheeks turn slightly pink at being caught, but $a_they recovers quickly. "Don't flatter yourself. I just needed a break from all the chaos downstairs."
You hum, unconvinced. "Sure, and it has nothing to do with you wanting some peace and quiet with me?"
"With you?" Athiel scoffs, $a_their eyes darting away. "Please, I'd rather spend time with a wall. At least it doesn't talk back."
"And yet here you are," you smile with a hint of smugness in your tone, grabbing your towel from your bed. "Following me around like a lost puppy."
$a_They pushes $a_themself off the wall, straightening $a_their posture. "I'm not following you around. I just happened to go in the same direction."
"To the second floor? Where my bedroom and bathroom are?"
"I..." $a_they starts, then closes $a_their mouth. "Whatever. I'm going back downstairs where people make actual sense."
You watch $a_them turn around, $a_their long strides carrying $a_them toward the stairs. But before $a_they disappears completely, $a_they pauses, glancing over $a_their shoulder. "Don't take too long in the shower. We still have that thing to do later."
"What thing?" you call out, but $a_they's already gone, leaving you alone with the faint echo of $a_their boots on the wooden stairs and a smile tugging at your lips.
Sometimes, you think Athiel forgets that you can read $a_them like an open book, even when $a_they tries so hard to be mysterious and indifferent. It's kind of endearing, really, how bad $a_they is at hiding $a_their need for company—your company specifically.
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Considering you have already warned everyone about taking a quick shower before heading upstairs, $a_them following you up here raises suspicions.
$a_Their eyes flicker to your face then away, jaw tightening momentarily. "What, I can't walk around the house now?"
But $a_their usual snark lacks its usual bite, almost defensive.
"I didn't say that," you point out, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe. "But everyone's downstairs having fun, and you're... here."
'Fun' isn't totally exact, but neither of you points that out. The only person downstairs who's probably having fun is $namel teasing the two others.
Athiel shifts $a_their weight, reaching up to fidget with $a_their earring. "Maybe I needed a break from their endless chatter. Have you heard how loud they get? It's giving me a headache."
You can't help the knowing smile tugging at your lips. "Right. Nothing to do with wanting some quiet company instead?"
"Don't flatter yourself," $a_they scoffs, but there's a slight flush creeping up $a_their neck that betrays $a_them. "I just... appreciate when people know how to shut up occasionally."
"Mhm," you hum, unconvinced.
The way $a_their eyes keep darting to yours then away speaks volumes more than $a_their dismissive words. After a moment of charged silence, $a_they pushes off from where $a_they's been leaning against the wall.
"Whatever. Go take your shower, I'll head back down before they send a search party." $a_They pauses at the top of the stairs, throwing a look over $a_their shoulder. "Try not to drown yourself."
"Your concern is touching," you call after $a_them, earning a middle finger as $a_they descends.
You catch the ghost of a smile on $a_their face before $a_they disappears from view, and you can hear the others greeting $a_them enthusiastically—$namel to be exact—as $a_they rejoins them downstairs. Shaking your head fondly, you finally enter your bedroom, knowing full well $a_they'll deny seeking out your company if anyone asks.
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$a_Their face immediately shifts from $a_their usual confident demeanor to an adorable scowl, a slight flush creeping up $a_their neck.
"Don't flatter yourself," $a_they huffs, crossing $a_their arms defensively. "I was just..."
"Just?" you prompt, thoroughly enjoying $a_their flustered state.
You've already told everyone you were going to take a quick shower, and you can't help but find it amusing that $a_they followed you up here.
"Just making sure you weren't going to use all the hot water," $a_they recovers quickly, but you catch the slight hesitation in $a_their voice. "You have a tendency to take forever in there."
"Mhmm, sure," you hum knowingly, leaning against your bedroom door. "And it has nothing to do with escaping our friends downstairs?"
$a_Their eyes narrow slightly, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of $a_their mouth. "They're… not my friends."
"So you followed me up here for some peace and quiet?" you press, your smile growing wider.
$a_They straightens up, attempting to regain $a_their composure. "I didn't follow you. I just... happened to need something upstairs at the same time."
"Sure, sure," you nod, not believing $a_them for a second. "Well, as much as I enjoy being your escape plan, I really do need that shower."
Athiel clears $a_their throat, stepping back. "Right. Yeah. Of course." $a_They turns to leave but pauses at the top of the stairs. "Just... don't use all the hot water."
"No promises," you call after $a_them as $a_they descends the stairs, and you can hear $a_them muttering something under $a_their breath that sounds suspiciously like "insufferable."
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Those ocean blue eyes narrow dangerously at you, $a_their jaw visibly clenching. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, you don't?" you ask, remembering $a_their high-pitched scream from earlier. "Then why did you have this face that clearly showed 'please-get-this-demon-out-of-my-sigh'?"
"You're imagining thin–" $a_they cuts $a_themself off with a frustrated sound, running $a_their fingers through $a_their blond hair. "It caught me by surprise, that's all. <<if $cockroachfear == "yes">>And you were the one screaming everywhere about a demon in your house, or did you forget?<</if>>"
<<if $cockroachfear == "yes">>"I don't know what you're talking about," you feign innocence with a small frown. "Was I?"
"Stop playing dumb, you literally were this close to piss yourself because of a stupid insect," $a_they huffs.
"I wasn't," you protest weakly.
"You still were the one who was screaming," $a_they repeats, lifting $a_their chin with a winning smile.
"You were just as scared as me."
"You must be imagining things."
<</if>>You huff a laugh, unable to help yourself. "Right, and that's why you used me as your shield?"
"Listen here," $a_they stalks closer, pointing an accusing finger at you. "That thing came from your room."
"Not my fault it decided to make an appearance," you defend, raising your hands in surrender. "Plus, if I remember correctly, you're the one who threw your shoe at it and missed."
$a_Their cheeks color slightly. "At least I tried to do something about it."
"You mean besides hiding behind me and pushing me to the roach?" you cock a brow, enjoying $a_their growing embarrassment. "I have to say, I'm impressed by your courage."
"You know what?" $a_they takes a step back, clearly done with this conversation. "I'm going back downstairs. Have fun with your shower and potential cockroach roommates."
A chuckle escapes your lips as you sigh fondly. "Aw, don't be like that! I think it's cute that the big bad Athiel is afraid of tiny insects."
"I'm not afraid!" $a_they calls over $a_their shoulder as $a_they heads for the stairs. "And they're not tiny, they're fucking huge and they fly which is completely unnecessary!"
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," you call back, still chuckling as you hear $a_them muttering curses under $a_their breath while descending the stairs.
You shake your head in amusement, knowing full well $a_they just didn't want to admit $a_they followed you up here to avoid being alone with the others downstairs, to spend time with you.
For someone who acts so arrogant, $a_they sure has $a_their moments of vulnerability.
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You take in the delicate features of $a_their face. From the way $a_their mid-length blond hair frames $a_their sharp jawline, to those deep ocean blue eyes that seem to hold secrets you've yet to discover. $a_Their nose scrunches slightly at your words, an unguarded reaction that makes your smile widen.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Athiel narrows $a_their eyes, but you catch the way $a_their ears turn a shade pinker. $a_They shifts $a_their weight from one foot to another, trying to appear nonchalant and failing spectacularly at it.
"Oh, you know exactly what I mean," you chuckle, hand still on your bedroom's doorknob. "I need to take that shower I mentioned downstairs. Unless you'd rather stay here and keep pretending you didn't follow me up just to escape the chaos down there?"
$a_Their face goes through several expressions at once—surprise, denial, and finally settling on something between annoyance and embarrassment.
"Don't flatter—" $a_they starts, then stops, running a hand through $a_their hair in that way $a_they does when $a_they's flustered. "They're just.. loud. Yeah, very loud."
"Mhmm," you hum knowingly. "Nothing to do with wanting some quiet company instead with me?"
"Here we go again," $a_they mutters, but there's no real heat behind $a_their words. $a_Their fingers fix $a_their hair, a nervous habit. "You're not exactly quiet yourself when you decide to annoy me with just your presence."
"No, but I'm special enough to remember, apparently," you say with a hint of a smile, enjoying how $a_their cheeks darken further. "Even if my face isn't."
Athiel opens $a_their mouth, likely to protest, then closes it again. $a_They looks at you for a long moment, something unreadable in $a_their expression, before $a_they finally sighs.
"Whatever," $a_they says, turning away. "I'll leave you to your shower."
"You're welcome to join me up here anytime you need a break from them," you call after $a_them, and you catch $a_their slight stumble on the first step down.
"Shut up," $a_they throws over $a_their shoulder, but you can hear the smile in $a_their voice as $a_they descends the stairs, leaving you alone with the lingering warmth of the moment.
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$namel drums $l_their fingers on the armrest of $l_their chair, $l_their other hand absently playing with $l_their collar. <<if $romanceroute == "L">>Despite the serious situation, you catch $l_them stealing glances at you when $l_they thinks no one's watching.<</if>>
"We need to consider taking legal action," Chelsea suggests, shuffling through some papers. "If we can prove defamation..."
"Against who?" $namet interrupts, $t_their voice calm yet sharp. "We don't even know where to start."
The discussion continues in circles, theories and suggestions flying back and forth. You make mental notes, even though you're not sure how you'll be able to help. But something about this situation doesn't feel right, like there's a piece of the puzzle everyone's missing.
The meeting room grows warmer despite the biting cold outside, and you can't shake the feeling that this is bigger than just a smear campaign.
"There's something more concerning going around, another rumor circulating among our workers and clients," Chelsea adds after a moment of silence.
She straightens in her seat, a heavy sigh leaving her lips as she pinches the bridge of her nose. "We don't only have problems with our factories apparently lacking hygiene, but also a boss and $l_their $t_son who apparently have preferences among our workers." Her eyes flick to you, offering a rare apologetic smile. "Our employees are asking for $name to be fired. Luckily for us, there are only a few. But this can go out of hand if we don't do something about it."
The room holds their breath, silence deafening and tension only tightening, ready to snap at any moment. Your gaze lowers to the table with a tiny frown between your brows. You don't see $namel's face fall, anger flashing in $l_their eyes. You don't see $namet's frame tensing, expression closing off instantly at the daring rumor.
You won't be fired, right?
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You stay silent, your gaze bouncing from Chelsea to the Melths to the others, and you can't help but wonder if one of them wants you gone. Both Melth wouldn't, or maybe that's your selfish, hopeful part talking.
Chelsea wouldn't want you gone either; it's been months you've been working here<<if $routechel == "yes">>, and you two became close during this lapse of time<<else>>, and you suppose you know her well enough to know she's the type to tell you directly if she has a problem with you<</if>>—it's not her to wish your leave. As long as you did your job, she never treated you any differently than the others.
But what about the others? Do they want you gone? How many? Chelsea said a few, but how many is ‘a few' in a company that has hundreds of employees and much more globally working for Melth company? You're aware that those working in other areas couldn't care less about you, but you're not sure about those working here.
<<if $romanceroute == "L">>"We'll handle it accordingly—"
"$name won't be fired," $namel's voice cuts $l_their $t_son off, $l_their gray eyes scanning the room, observing each of $l_their employees. "If any of you have anything to say about this, talk now. But the answer will remain the same."
You notice Chelsea sighing, though more in an exasperated and fond way rather than in frustration. "$namel, we have to approach this carefully."
"I don't need to approach this carefully. $name stays unless $m_they decide$m_s otherwise," the CEO declares, $l_their tone leaving no room for debate. "I've always hired competent people. Or did you all forget how eager you were to get my $t_son fired? Now look at $t_them—$t_they's taken our company to new heights."
<<if $routechel == "yes">>"I agree," Chelsea nods as well, her gaze finding yours and softening a brief moment before she looks away, her strict and stern expression falling back in place.<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>That won't happen," $namet declares firmly, $t_their eyes flashing with that subtle temper you rarely got to witness, $t_their tone leaving no room for argument. "$name is more than competent to handle $m_their work as an assistant. $m_They never complained and did $m_their work in time. I don't see why we would fire $m_them."
"As Chelsea said, it's only a few," $namel adds, but you can see the mirth in $l_their eyes and the smirk that threatened to show at $l_their $t_son's fierce defense. "Of course we won't fire our $name. It'd be like firing our Chelsea; we'd be lost without both of them. And $name has always been professional."
$namet straightens, looking away as if remembering $t_themself. You can't help a small grateful smile on your lips that rapidly turns in amusement when you notice the tip of $t_their ears turning slightly red.
$t_They clears $t_their throat, $t_their fingers fixing $t_their sleeve. "Of course."
<<if $routechel == "yes">>"I agree," Chelsea nods as well, her gaze finding yours and softening for a brief moment before she looks away, her strict and stern expression falling back in place.<</if>><<else>>"It's just a few," $namet surprisingly defends you, crossing $t_their arms. "If we had to listen to every employee, I'd be fired, and my $l_dad wouldn't be a CEO in the first place."
"True that," $namel agrees easily, meeting your eyes to offer you a wink that clearly says they got your back, even if you didn't ask anything. "Our $name stays, but we'll take the complaints into consideration. Though, I want to point out that playing favorites would mean $name getting a higher pay than $m_their position deserves, or an excused behavior, or overlooking an intern problem. We haven't done any of those things. Being friends doesn't mean giving more than anyone else."
<<if $routechel == "yes">>"I agree," Chelsea agrees as well, her gaze finding yours and softening for a brief moment before she looks away, her strict and stern expression falling back in place.<</if>><</if>>
"What about our employees being threatened by one of $m_their friends?" Jordan asks, his tone carrying no malice—the question is only matter-of-fact.
$namet frowns at that, $t_their eyes squinting as if trying to remember something $t_they never witnessed, while $t_their $l_father shows the same confusion twinkling in those gray eyes. You're no better than them, blinking at Jordan like he's grown a second head since five minutes ago.
You don't like where this is going. Jordan isn't being an asshole; it shows by his expression and behavior, which always were neutral with you—he wants an answer. But you don't have it. You don't even know what he's talking about.
The CFO inquires. "I don't think I follow."
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*[["Yeah, mind telling us what the fuck you're talking about?" you narrow your eyes at Jordan.|Chap3C31]]
*[[You don't like this. But you ask politely. "Can you explain?"|Chap3C32]]
*[["So you're against me too," you say flatly.|Chap3C33]]
*[["Can you… explain?" you demand gently with a patient, tentative smile.|Chap3C34]]
*[["Who threatened whom?" you ask curiously.|Chap3C35]]<<set $truth to $truth - 1>>
Jordan watches you for a moment before dragging his attention away with a shake of his head. "Are you always this snippy?"
You stare at him a moment longer. You're not sure where he's going with this. You're not sure if he expects you to shut your mouth and nod while he's clearly trying to start something. It's obvious you have no clue what he's talking about. Why can't he see that?
"Just when people try to start something," you retort through gritted teeth. You don't owe anyone anything, and you can't defend yourself if you have no clue what the fuck is going on.
Jordan's brows twitch into a faint frown, the first sign of his… confusion? Annoyance? "I was just asking a question," he points out with a sigh. "Not starting anything. If you can't see the difference, I'm worried how you deal with our clients when facing them."
You don't buy that, only snorting. "Yeah, right."
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Jordan watches you for a moment before dragging his attention away with a barely-there smile of approval. "I can."
You nod, feeling slightly unbalanced by his approval. It's like you've been tested for something you're not even aware of. "Go ahead."
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"There's no such thing as being with or against you," Jordan watches you for a moment before dragging his attention away with a shake of his head. "Are you always like this?"
"Just when people try to start something," you retort through gritted teeth.
Jordan's brows twitch into a faint frown, the first sign of his… confusion? Annoyance? "I was just asking a question," he points out with a sigh. "Not starting anything. If you can't see the difference, I'm worried how you deal with our clients when facing them."
You don't buy that, only snorting. "Yeah, right."
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Jordan watches you for a moment before dragging his attention away with a barely-there smile of approval. "I can."
You nod, feeling slightly unbalanced by his approval. It's like you've been tested for something you're not even aware of. "Go ahead."
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Jordan watches you for a moment before dragging his attention away with a barely-there smile of approval. "One of your friends...."
You nod, feeling slightly unbalanced by his approval. It's like you've been tested for something you're not even aware of. "Go ahead."
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"The white-haired $j_man," Jordan continues, his fingers drumming against the table. "Always wearing a frown or scowl."
"Ekissa," you hear yourself saying, completely out of your depth. You're not sure you follow anything at all.
You've never seen Ekissa interact with anyone except at your welcome party, and even then, $j_they wasn't eager to talk to anyone if it wasn't you. The only time $j_they interacted with someone was when $j_they picked you up at work and reluctantly briefly exchanged a few words with <<if $routechel == "yes">>Chelsea<<else>>Maxime<</if>>.
"Yes, Ekissa," the man from marketing dips his head in confirmation. "I heard one of our employees was threatened by your friend. It was about not looking where they were driving, about potential accidents."
Realization slowly dawns on you. That day in your car when you left work with $namet and $namel walking beside you. The turn you took in the underground parking, only for a car to take up all the space and nearly collide with yours. The near panic attack you had from that moment, flooded with memories of $namee.
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*[["I don't control what my friends do," you frown in both confusion and disbelief.|Chap3C37]]
<<if $taffskills == "intimidauthorityskills">>*[["And what do you want me to do about it? I didn't force my friend to do anything," you scowl at him.|Chap3C38]]
*[[You take a deep breath. While intimidation usually works well for you in professional settings, you recognize this isn't the moment for this kind of tactic. "I see. I'll talk with my friend and apologize to the employee."|Chap3C39]]<<elseif $taffskills == "rambleskills">>*[["Oh, you're talking about THAT day," you start, ready to show off your ramble skills to get your way out of it.|Chap3C40]]
*[["Oh, about that…" you start, about to ramble your way out of it but think better of it. Your shoulders sag. "I didn't know about this to be honest."|Chap3C41]]<<elseif $taffskills == "pplskills">>*[["I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding," you use your people skills, forcing an understanding smile you usually plaster on your face in this kind of situation.|Chap3C42]]
*[["I see," you sigh softly, using your people skills to calm the tensions that might rise. "Then I'll talk with my friend. I had no idea about this."|Chap3C43]]<<elseif $taffskills == "scienlogiskills">>*[["Did that employee give proofs?" you ask, taking a serious tone at the news.|Chap3C44]]
*[["Why are you talking about this now?" you inquire with a raised brow. "You had weeks, if not months to tell us about it, why now? Or did that employee tell you only today?"|Chap3C45]]<</if>><<set $truth to $truth + 1>>
Though it's true that your best friend can't just go and threaten everyone at your work when they mess up, you just <i>can't</i> control Ekissa. No one can control Ekissa when $j_they's going into $j_their protective mode.
Your hands rest flat on the table as you lean forward slightly, maintaining eye contact with Jordan. You have to be careful, but you also need him to understand you have no control over your friends' behavior. "While I understand the concern, I can't be held responsible for my friend's actions outside of work hours and company property."
Jordan holds your gaze for a moment before nodding slowly, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Fair point. You're not your friend's keeper," he concedes, his fingers still drumming a steady rhythm on the table. "However, you should understand there are consequences when personal relationships affect the workplace environment, even indirectly."
The tension in the room shifts slightly, becoming less focused on you and more on the broader implications. $namet's stance relaxes gradually, while $namel's expression remains carefully neutral, though you catch the slight upturn at the corner of $l_their mouth. Apparently approving of your response.
"The incident happened because of a reckless driver who nearly caused an accident," Chelsea adds, her tone matter-of-fact. "While threatening isn't the answer, I can understand the reaction."
Jordan shrugs, letting his hand fall flat on the table. "I'm simply bringing it to attention. What happens outside these walls isn't our business unless it affects our work environment." His eyes sweep across the room before settling back on you. "Consider it noted and dealt with. We have bigger issues to focus on."
The conversation naturally flows back to the original topic. The rumors about the factory conditions and the company's reputation along with other minor issues. <<if $romanceroute == "T">>You catch $namet shooting you a quick glance, a mix of concern and something else in $t_their eyes, before $t_they turns $t_their attention back to the discussion at hand. That simple action brings a barely contained smile to your lips, grateful to have $t_them clearly by your side.<</if>>
You settle back in your chair, slightly relieved that the matter's been dropped so quickly. Still, Jordan's words about consequences linger in your mind. While you can't control what Ekissa does, you make a mental note to at least mention this discussion to $j_them—not to scold, but to be aware that $j_their actions, even with good intentions, can have consequences.
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Your intimidating approach usually works well in the office, using it as a shield and as a sword as well, but Jordan's expression doesn't waver.
"That's exactly the problem," Jordan leans back in his chair, unfazed by your defensive stance. "Your friend's actions reflect on you, and by extension, on this company. We can't have outside individuals threatening our employees, regardless of their connections to our staff."
You open your mouth to argue, but Jordan continues, his voice maintaining its professional edge. "There are consequences to these actions. The employee could file a formal complaint, and we need to address it. Your usual... methods of handling situations won't work here."
$namet shifts uncomfortably in your peripheral vision, while $namel watches the exchange with careful attention. The tension in the room thickens, and you can feel your usual intimidation tactics falling flat against Jordan's composed demeanor.
"The last thing we need right now is more negative attention," Chelsea interjects, her stern gaze sweeping across the room. "We're already dealing with reputation issues. Having employees threatened by friends of staff members only adds fuel to the fire."
Jordan nods in agreement. "Exactly. Now, shall we return to our primary concern? The spreading rumors about our production facilities?"
"Right," $namet clears $t_their throat, clearly glad for the change in topic. "We need to focus on damage control. Our PR team suggests a series of factory tours for selected media representatives."
"That could work," Chelsea muses, shuffling through her papers. "We could also release detailed reports of our quality control processes."
The conversation shifts back to the broader crisis, but you can feel Jordan's words lingering in the air. Your usual approach to problems just hit a wall, and for once, you're not quite sure how to proceed. The meeting continues with discussions of PR strategies and damage control, but you can't shake the feeling that you've just lost some ground with the Marketing department.
$namel shoots you a sympathetic glance as the conversation moves forward, but it's clear that this incident isn't entirely forgotten.
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Jordan leans back in his chair, his expression shifting from stern to appreciative. "I respect your professional approach," he states, fingers no longer drumming on the table. "While there should be consequences for threatening our employees, taking responsibility and addressing it properly is the right move."
$namet shifts his weight, uncrossing $t_their arms. "Threatening employees isn't something we can overlook," $t_they adds, though $t_their tone suggests $t_they's not entirely displeased with how the situation is being handled. "Even if it comes from outside sources."
"Indeed," Jordan continues, his eyes still on you. "Your usual... persuasive methods are well-known around here, $name, but handling this diplomatically shows good judgment. Just ensure it doesn't happen again."
$namel clears $l_their throat, drawing attention back to the broader issue at hand. "Now that we've addressed this, let's return to our primary concern. The rumors about our production facilities are causing more immediate damage."
Chelsea nods, shuffling through her papers again. "Right. We need to focus on damage control. Our PR team suggests a factory tour for selected media representatives."
"That could work," $namet muses, moving back to $t_their position by the window. "Complete transparency might help counter these accusations."
The conversation shifts naturally back to the crisis at hand, but you notice Jordan giving you an approving nod before turning his attention to the new discussion. Despite his professional demeanor, it's clear he appreciates how you handled the situation—a stark contrast to your usual intimidating approach at work.
"What about a live stream?" someone suggests, and the meeting continues, the previous tension about your friend's actions dissipating as bigger concerns take precedence.
You settle back in your chair, mentally noting to have a serious conversation with Ekissa while listening to the various proposals being thrown around about how to salvage the company's reputation.
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"See, what happened was quite interesting actually. I was leaving work with $namet and $namel, and we were just talking about random stuff, you know how it goes. I was there, saying goodbye, and I got into my car. I started driving, and then there was this car—like, it came out of nowhere! Well, not exactly nowhere, it came from ahead, but the driver wasn't paying attention at all. They nearly hit my car! And I mean NEARLY. Like, inches away! Which, by the way, reminded me of—well, terrible story, really, I don't like thinking about it, but basically—"
"$name," Jordan cuts you off firmly, his expression hardening. "This isn't about the near-accident. This is about your friend threatening an employee of this company. There are consequences for such actions, even if the person isn't an employee themselves. It reflects poorly on you and, by extension, on Melth Cosmetics."
"Oh, but you see," you continue, determined to explain, "Ekissa was just being protective because, y'know, it's been seven years already that we've known each other—can you believe it? It's been so long, so naturally $j_they'd be protective like I am with $j_them, really. I mean, if you knew how many times we had each other's back. Actually, funny story about that—"
"$name," Jordan interrupts again, more sternly this time. "This isn't helping your case. An outside individual threatened one of our employees. This is a serious matter."
"Right, but—"
$namet clears his throat, effectively stopping your ramble. "Let's focus on the main issue at hand, which is our company's reputation crisis. We can address the incident with $name's friend later."
"Agreed," Chelsea jumps in, shuffling through her papers. "We need to discuss our PR strategy moving forward. The social media team has prepared several proposals for damage control."
You sink back in your chair, recognizing the not-so-subtle shift in topic. The meeting continues with discussions about media statements, employee reassurance programs, and potential investigations into the source of the rumors. Still, you can feel Jordan's disapproving gaze occasionally landing on you throughout the remainder of the meeting.
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Jordan's expression softens gradually, his fingers stopping their rhythmic tapping on the table. "I appreciate your directness," he says, nodding approvingly. "Usually, you'd talk our ears off until we forget what the initial topic was about." There's a hint of amusement in his tone, but his eyes remain serious. "However, you need to understand there are consequences when outside individuals threaten our employees, regardless of their connection to staff members."
You notice $namel and $namet exchanging glances, but they remain silent, letting this play out. Chelsea watches the interaction with interest, her stern expression unchanged but attentive.
"The employee in question was quite shaken," Jordan continues, his tone professional but not unkind. "While I understand your friend's protective instincts, especially given the circumstances of that day, we can't have this kind of behavior affecting our workplace environment."
You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. Your rambling tendencies itch to take over, to explain about $namee, the accident, your anxiety, the whole reason why Ekissa might have felt the need to threaten that employee who triggered an experience you didn't want to have, but you keep it contained. Sometimes, less is more. And they don't need to know that. You're at work, not in a therapy session.
"Good," Jordan concludes, seemingly satisfied with your response. "I trust you'll handle this appropriately with your friend."
$namet clears $t_their throat, steering the conversation back to the main crisis at hand. "Now, about our reputation issue. We need to address these rumors head-on. Jordan, what's the status on our social media response strategy?"
The tension in the room shifts as Jordan pulls up some documents on his tablet. "We've drafted several approaches. The most promising one involves a transparency campaign: showing our actual production facilities, introducing our quality control team, maybe even some live streams..."
The meeting continues, but you catch Jordan giving you one final approving nod before focusing on Jordan's presentation. Sometimes, you realize, knowing when not to ramble is just as important as knowing what to say.
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Your tone is carefully measured, aiming to diffuse any tension before it can build. "Maybe there was a communication error, or perhaps—"
"With all due respect," Jordan cuts you off, his expression hardening slightly. "This isn't something we can simply brush off as a misunderstanding. The employee could file a formal complaint. Your friend explicitly threatened them with physical harm if they didn't drive more carefully around you."
You feel your smile faltering slightly, but try to maintain your composed demeanor. "I understand your concern, but—"
"No, I don't think you do," Jordan leans forward, his fingers no longer drumming but pressed flat against the table. "When an outsider threatens one of our employees on company property, it becomes a liability issue. Your friend's actions, whether you were aware of them or not, could have serious legal implications for Melth Cosmetics."
The room grows uncomfortably quiet. Your usual approach of smoothing things over isn't working, and Jordan's stern gaze makes it clear he won't be swayed by your typical diplomatic tactics.
"Jordan has a point," Chelsea adds, though her tone is imperceptibly softer. "We need to address this properly."
$namet clears $t_their throat, clearly ready to move the conversation along. "We'll handle the threat situation internally. For now, let's focus on our main crisis. The reputation damage is spreading faster than we anticipated, and we need concrete solutions."
"Agreed," $namel nods, shuffling through some papers. "I've been looking at our options for a PR campaign to counter these rumors. We could arrange factory tours for select media representatives..."
The discussion shifts, but you can still feel Jordan's disapproving gaze occasionally landing on you. Your people skills have always been your strong suit, your way of navigating difficult situations, but this time they've failed to smooth things over. It's an uncomfortable revelation, sitting heavy in your stomach as the meeting continues around you.
Chelsea begins outlining potential strategies, but your mind keeps drifting back to Jordan's words and the realization that sometimes, charm and understanding aren't enough to resolve every situation.
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Jordan's stern expression softens ever so slightly at your response, noting your genuine concern and willingness to address the issue. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," he says, leaning back in his chair. "While I understand your friend was acting protectively, we need to maintain a professional environment. There could be serious consequences if an outsider threatens our employees, regardless of the reason."
You nod in understanding, already thinking about how to approach this with Ekissa. "You're right. I'll make sure to handle this properly. Was the employee alright?"
"Shaken, but fine," Jordan confirms, his tone becoming more conversational. "They actually came to me because they didn't want to make it a bigger issue. They understood the reaction, given the circumstances, but protocol is protocol."
"Thank you for bringing this to our attention," $namel interjects, shooting you a quick supportive glance. "We appreciate handling this internally first."
Chelsea clears her throat, steering the conversation back to the main crisis. "Now that we've addressed that, let's focus on our primary concern. The rumors about our facilities are spreading faster than we can contain them."
"We need a more aggressive approach," $namet suggests, $t_their previous tension about your situation melting away. "Maybe we should organize facility tours for select journalists and influencers?"
"That could work," Jordan agrees, his attention fully shifted to the new topic. "We could combine it with a transparency campaign. Show people exactly how our products are made."
The meeting continues, but you feel relieved that your situation was resolved diplomatically. You catch Jordan's approving nod, proving that he clearly appreciated how you handled the delicate situation with professionalism and understanding. The conversation flows into strategies for combating the rumors, but you can't help wondering who's really behind all this coordinated attack on Melth Cosmetics.
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Your mind immediately starts working through the logical implications. You hear his concern, but you're not taking any implication seriously as long as no proof has been shown. "A recording, witnesses, or any form of documentation of this alleged threat?"
Jordan's expression shifts from stern to something akin to approval, his drumming fingers coming to a halt. "No concrete evidence was presented," he admits, nodding slightly at your analytical approach. "However, the accusation itself can have consequences on our company's image, especially given our current situation."
"That's precisely my concern," you continue, maintaining your professional demeanor. "In a crisis where our reputation is already under attack, we need to be careful about accepting claims without verification. False accusations could be part of the larger campaign against us."
$namet straightens at this, $t_their interest clearly piqued by your logical assessment. $namel leans forward in $l_their chair, while Chelsea's stern expression softens slightly.
"You make a valid point," Jordan responds, a hint of respect in his tone. "While we can't dismiss the complaint entirely, your approach to questioning the validity rather than reacting emotionally is exactly what we need right now. However, we should still address it appropriately."
$namel nods, steering the conversation back to the main crisis. "But right now, we need to focus on the bigger threat. These rumors about our facilities are causing real damage. We need concrete action."
$namet moves away from the window, pacing slowly. "What if we arranged facility tours for select journalists and influencers? Complete transparency might be our best defense."
The room buzzes with renewed energy as they discuss this new direction, the previous topic naturally fading as more pressing matters take precedence. You notice Jordan giving you an approving glance before turning his attention to the new discussion. Your logical approach has earned you an ally in the marketing department, even if unintentionally.
The meeting continues with various strategies being proposed to combat the smear campaign, but you can't help feeling that there's still something larger at play, something you're all missing.
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Jordan's lips twitch into a subtle smirk, clearly impressed by your logical questioning. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Because, $name, when there's a crisis like this, we need to examine every angle. That employee came to me weeks ago, and I've been observing."
"Observing what exactly?" $namet interjects, but Jordan keeps his focus on you.
"I needed to be certain you weren't connected to our current situation," Jordan explains frankly. "An assistant with access to sensitive information, with friends who might act... aggressively. You understand my position?"
You nod slowly, appreciating his direct approach. "You were investigating if I could be a threat."
"Smart," Jordan acknowledges. "Yes. But your reaction just now—questioning the timing rather than becoming defensive—that's telling. Plus, your work record is impeccable. Too perfect for someone trying to sabotage from within."
Chelsea shifts in her seat. "So we can rule out internal sabotage?"
"At least from $name's side," Jordan confirms. "The employee who complained admitted they were driving recklessly that day. Your friend's reaction, while intense, was warranted. I just needed to be thorough."
$namel clears $l_their throat. "Now that we've cleared that up, can we focus on the actual crisis at hand? Our reputation is still taking hits."
"Agreed," $namet straightens. "We need a new approach. The usual PR strategies aren't cutting it anymore."
The conversation shifts back to damage control, but you notice Jordan giving you an approving nod. He respects logic and clear thinking, and you know what? You've just demonstrated both. The meeting continues with discussions about potential strategies to combat the rumors, but at least one suspicion has been cleared: you're not under investigation anymore.
Jordan begins outlining a new marketing strategy, and the tension from earlier dissipates as everyone focuses on solving the bigger problem at hand.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C46">><</button>>Noticing the exhaustion growing and accenting their features, you decide it's time to take a break. No one will resolve anything if everyone is on edge. It's been already hours; the more you stay in this suffocating room, the more people inside will just lose their sanity.
<<if $subtle is 1>>Slowly, tentatively, as if to make sure not to come off as pretentious in this important case, you clear your throat to catch everyone's attention, offering them a patient smile. "How about we take a break? Everyone's tired and probably hungry. We've been talking about this problem for hours."<<else>>You clear your throat to catch everyone's attention. "We should take a break. Everyone's tired and probably hungry. We've been dealing with this problem for hours."<</if>>
"We have to solve this." $namet shakes $t_their head stubbornly, $t_their nose still in the paper $t_they's holding as $t_they stays near the high-ceiling windows, a faint frown on $t_their face. "We can't solve anything if we decide to take a break every five minutes."
Everyone in the room contains a sigh, some grimacing, others holding back a groan of exasperation. Chelsea only nods in agreement, while $namel wrinkles $l_their nose but doesn't contradict $l_their $t_son.
All in this conference room know this is no idle problem, but one that should be treated carefully before everything blows up in the company and provokes more trouble. Still, you can't help but think that exhausting yourselves won't make you all find a solution faster.
<<if $subtle is 1>>"We can't solve anything with an empty stomach," you counter, though it's clear you're not about to insist if they plan to tackle this problem today. "A small break won't hurt anyone."
The CFO doesn't respond at first, leaving you no choice but to nod and shift your focus back to brainstorming ideas to reassure the clients and clear the company's name from the dirt thrown by an anonymous attacker.<<else>>"We can't solve anything with an empty stomach," you counter with a raised brow. A shrug. "But alright."
You don't insist, focusing back on brainstorming ideas to reassure the clients and clear the company's name from the dirt thrown by an anonymous attacker.<</if>>
"We're taking an hour," $namet finally says after sharing a look with $t_their $l_father for confirmation.
$namel's face lights up as $l_they nods. "Let's eat something, shall we?"
<<if $subtle is 1>>You release a breath you didn't know you were holding, smiling at no one in particular as you gather your stuff, the others following suit.<<else>>You straighten on your seat, dipping your head in acknowledgement before gathering your stuff.<</if>>
Even if you didn't really contribute much, a part of you is glad to have a say in all of this, while another part still wonders what the fuck you were doing here in the first place.
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<<if $routechel == "yes">>Chelsea falls naturally into step beside you as you two head to the door, the employees filing out of the space while still discussing the problems and who might be behind all of this.
The stern woman pushes her glasses up her nose, freckles scattered across her features but principally on her cheeks and nose. She directs her brown eyes in your direction, her stern expression softening, though it's barely noticeable.
"It's just a few," she declares, slowing down her steps into a more relaxed walk.
You tilt your head, still a bit dazed from the countless hours spent discussing factories, the company, numbers, and media. "Huh?"
"Those people who want you gone, it's just a few," she clarifies, trying to cheer you up with her no-nonsense tone that would've sounded like a scold if you didn't know better. "Don't pay it too much attention."
"Oh…" you nod slowly. "Right."
"I wasn't one of them," she clears out the potential seed of doubt that might have grown in your mind. "You're hardworking, and while you weren't fast enough in your first days, you progressed well. The employees who complained don't see how fast you learned or how many criticisms you took from me. They should focus on their work instead of lashing out at an exemplar worker like you."
The compliment catches you off guard. Everyone knows how hard it is to earn praise from the strict woman standing by your side right in this moment. Real praise, not praise that somehow turns into a lecture.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Oh my," you can't help the teasing tone from leaving your mouth, nudging her gently. "Was that a compliment, Chelsea?"
The reaction you were aiming for is immediate. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "That's why I don't praise you every time you work well. Each time I feel like your head is about to explode."
"I'm humble, what can I say?" you grin, wiggling your brows at her. "Aww c'mon, you know you love me."
"Irrelevant," she deadpans, her lips thinning as she shakes her head with another sigh. "Let's go before you find another way to inflate that ego of yours."<<else>>"A compliment?" you arch a brow as you wait for confirmation.
She hums with a tiny smile making an appearance on her lips. "A compliment."
"It's rare," you confess, offering a smile of your own. "Thank you."
"Don't let it go to your head; you still have a lot to learn," she warns you, though her voice holds no threat as she pats your shoulder. "Let's go fill our bellies with something other than numbers and theories."<</if>><<else>>"$name!" a familiar voice calls you out, hazel eyes fixing yours with a grin you've come to appreciate.
They wave when you look at them, their dark skin and coily long hair standing out with the deep, flashy green suit they're wearing. Joining them at the door where they're waiting, you lift your brows, your lips twitching. "Do you have to scream my name like this, Maxime?"
"What? At least everyone knows your name now," they respond cheekily, wrapping an arm around your shoulders casually and trying to steer you away with them. "C'mon, I've been waiting for hours to eat lunch with my bestie."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"I think they already know my name by now, and—"
"Wow, I didn't know you were this humble, $name," they cut you off with a snort, their lips spreading wider.
"—and I told you we're not besties." You narrow your eyes at them, grumpy demeanor deflating when they roll their eyes as if you're saying nonsense. The corner of your mouth twitching, you add. "We're not."
"Yeah, yeah, we're not besties <i>yet</i>," they clarify, squaring their shoulders as they continue with determination. "But we will soon, and you'll be happy to be by the future design director's side, who's standing right next to you."
You snort, not at their dream but at their stubbornness. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"Always a meanie, I see," they groan, hip-checking you. "It's alright, I love my friend scary."
You frown, mildly irritated. "I'm not scary."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," they throw your words right back at you with that smug grin of theirs. "C'mon, let's ditch this place."<<else>>"Excuse you," you pause your step to look at them with a shrug, a hint of harmless smugness in your action. "I think they already know my name by now, and—"
"Wow, I didn't know you were this humble, $name," they cut you off with a snort.
"—and I told you we're not besties." You raise your brows as if to make a point. It's true that you've grown closer over the months, but calling you two best friends is definitely not how you'd define your relationship for now, even if you do like them.
They roll their eyes as if you're saying nonsense yet again. "Oh, so you're besties with everyone except me? I see, playing favorites, huh?"
Your eyebrows shoot higher, a surprised laugh leaving your mouth. "What are you talking about? I only have one best friend, and this isn't some kind of competition, you know?"
"Well, excuse me for having some doubt with how easily you talk to our dear colleagues," they tut, shaking their head in mock-disappointment. "Right under my very eyes, no less! Using your charm on everyone should be illegal, $name. How am I supposed to feel special with you talking right and left and leaving me behind?"
"Drama queen. You know this isn't true, and stop talking like I'm cheating on you," you shake your head fondly, patting their shoulder gently as you jerk your chin to the exit. "C'mon, let's go."<</if>><</if>>
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<<if $romanceroute == "L">>However, before you can leave the conference room, $namel calls out. $l_Their tone is softer than the one $l_they used to keep the meeting professional, and you swear you can hear a hint of mischief in $l_their voice without even needing to see $l_them. "$name?"
You pause, looking over your shoulder with a puzzled expression. "Yes?"
$l_Their playful smile dampens a little, leaving place for something warm as $l_they utters words that will make your stomach flutter. "I've got your back."
Of all things, that aching reassurance wasn't what you expected. You feel your eyes widen, your heart tightening, and your breath catching for something so simple.
You open your mouth, then close it. You gather some composure, then, softly, you murmur. "…Okay."
Gray eyes lock into $eyecolor eyes for a moment that feels like an eternity and just a second at the same time. You feel like throwing up, you feel like laughing like a crazy person, you feel like you want to dig your own grave. You feel too much for something too little.
"You must be starving; go ahead," $l_they breaks the moment with a grin, $l_their white teeth flashing at you and a dimple popping out charmingly. $l_They jerks $l_their chin to what became your new friend. "Let's not make our friend here wait."
And this time, $l_they doesn't try to meddle. Doesn't try to 'ruin' your moment with your friend like $l_they'd have done in the past, though you wouldn't mind if $l_they does. You feel like $l_they's trying to be less pushy or 'too much' since the therapist fiasco, and while spending time with $l_them would be just as enjoyable, you appreciate $l_their effort.
"You should eat too," you remind $l_them, your gaze flicking between $l_their eyes.
The corners of $l_their eyes crinkle. "I will."
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*[[You nod, reaching out to give a brief squeeze around your boss's arm, oblivious to how this simple act affects the CEO. "Alright, see you later?"|Chap3C48.L1]]
*[["I mean," you clear your throat, suddenly shy now that you realize how that sounded like an order. "You do what you want. I just, well, worry is all."|Chap3C48.L2]]
*[["You better," your lips spread in a smile, offering the CEO a brief, subtle wink. "See you later?"|Chap3C48.L3]]
*[["You better," your lips spread in a smile, offering the CEO a brief, subtle wink. You pause. Realize what you've just done. Need another minute of silence. Then. "I mean—That's not—"|Chap3C48.L4]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Your cheeks heat up at the look your boss is giving you, but you hold his gaze with a smile. "Make sure to take some rest too, alright?"|Chap3C48.L5]]<<else>>[[Your cheeks heat up at the look your boss is giving you, but you hold her gaze with a smile. "Make sure to take some rest too, alright?"|Chap3C48.L5]]<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>However, before you can leave the conference room, $namet calls out. $t_Their tone is still neutral, but you swear you can hear a hint of warmth in $t_their voice without even needing to see $t_them. "$name?"
$t_Their fingers curl around your wrist before you can add another step forward or have the time to answer. You turn to face $t_them, and you have to force your hand not to twitch in $t_their grasp. "Yes?"
"Today…" $t_they trails off, suddenly unsure as to how to continue $t_their sentence. $t_Their hand lets go of your wrist—making you miss the warmth already, $t_their back straightening a tad. "I won't let them spread unfounded rumors about you."
You have the vague impression $t_they's trying to cheer you up, and you know what? It's doing wonders for you right now. You weren't aware yourself you needed this reassurance before $t_they offered it to you. The complaints sting, yes, but you've grown used to those since you first arrived at the company months ago.
You were prepared for people to be upset or unhappy about how you got the job, about how little you knew about that same job. You didn't let their subtle jab hurt you. It won't start now.
"Were they wrong, though?" the question leaves your lips before you can stop it, unsure which would be worse. $namet and $namel playing favorites or the opposite?
"As my $l_dad said earlier, having preferences would mean giving you more than the other employees," $namet starts, tone measured. $t_Their eyes slide away from yours, $t_their hand slipping into $t_their pants pocket. "But if… if giving you more attention is what they were referring to, then no, I don't think they were wrong."
Your stomach flips at $t_their confession, your throat suddenly dry. "Oh… That's—"
"You should eat something," $t_they cuts you off, probably forcing the topic to end here before $t_their ears—that you just notice are taking an interesting color—can go redder.
You straighten your back, grasping the composure you have left. "You too."
"I'll finish something first," $t_they begins, then pauses at your tiny frown forming on your features. $t_They wets $t_their lips, swallows hard, and dips $t_their head as $t_they concedes. "But I promise to eat."
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*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You give the CFO a brief smile, reaching out to rub his arm up and down, unaware that your action is making his brain fry. "Alright, take some rest too while you're at it. See you later?"|Chap3C48.T1]]<<else>>[[You give the CFO a brief smile, reaching out to rub her arm up and down, unaware that your action is making her brain fry. "Alright, take some rest too while you're at it. See you later?"|Chap3C48.T1]]<</if>>
*[[You feel your cheeks warming as you chance a shy smile. "Right… Don't take too long; you must be starving—not that you have to listen to me… Anyway… I'll just– Yeah. See you later?"|Chap3C48.T2]]
*[["You're sweet," you chuckle, reaching out to smooth the CFO's shirt teasingly. "Then I'll see you later. Don't forget to eat, though. You promised."|Chap3C48.T3]]
*[[You feel your cheeks warming, but you don't look away as you say softly. "Right… Don't take too long; you must be starving. And don't overthink it, we'll find a solution."|Chap3C48.T4]]
*[["Aren't you adorable?" you smirk, reaching out to pinch the CFO's cheek gently, before realizing what you just did. You snap your hand away. "So. That's… I don't know why I just did that."|Chap3C48.T5]]<</if>>
$l_Their muscles tense beneath your touch, and for a split second, $l_their breathing hitches—a detail that completely escapes your notice as you're already withdrawing your hand.
"Alright, see you later?" you ask, ready to head out for lunch.
$namel's throat works for a moment before $l_they finds $l_their voice again, $l_their fingers curling into $l_their palm where they rest at $l_their side. $l_They watches your hand retreat with an intensity that would make anyone else squirm, but you're too focused on being oblivious to notice.
"I'll probably be in my office," $l_they manages, $l_their voice carrying a slight huskiness $l_they quickly masks with a clearing of $l_their throat. "I've got some contracts to review before the board meeting tomorrow."
$l_Their lips quirk up in that familiar half-smile, the one that usually makes the new and old employees swoon but to you just means $l_they's being $l_their usual workaholic self. You nod. "I'll be back to our floor when I'm done."
"Sure," $l_they hums, jerking $l_their thumb to the exit. "And I'll be working. The quarterly reports won't review themselves," $l_they adds with a light chuckle, running a hand through $l_their dark hair. "Unfortunately."
You give $l_them one last smile before turning toward the door, completely missing how $l_their eyes follow your every movement, how $l_their fingers flex at $l_their side as if still feeling the ghost of your touch on $l_their arm.
As you exit the conference room and spot your friend waiting, the last thing you hear is $namel letting out a long, controlled breath. You wave at your lunch companion, already thinking about what you'll eat, while behind you, your boss remains rooted to $l_their spot, staring at your back with a soft smile.
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A slow, amused smile spreads across $namel's face as $l_they leans back against the table, crossing $l_their arms over $l_their chest. The sleeves of $l_their white shirt stretch around $l_their torso and you force yourself to maintain eye contact instead of letting your gaze wander.
"Oh? You worry about me?" $l_Their voice carries that playful lilt that never fails to make your stomach do somersaults. "That's quite thoughtful of my assistant."
You feel your cheeks heating up despite your best efforts to maintain composure. "It's... it's just part of my job," you mumble, knowing full well it's more than that. "Making sure you're taking care of yourself affects the company's efficiency."
$namel chuckles, the sound rich and warm. "Is that so? Here I thought you actually cared about my wellbeing." $l_They pushes off from the table $l_they was leaning against, taking a step closer. "Should I be disappointed?"
"That's not—" you stammer, flustered by $l_their proximity. "I didn't mean—"
$l_They takes pity on you then, $l_their teasing smile softening into something gentler. "I'm just messing with you, $name. I appreciate your concern, really." $l_Their gray eyes hold yours, and you find yourself unable to look away. "I promise I'll eat something substantial. No coffee-only lunch today."
You relax slightly, offering a small smile. "Good. That's... that's good."
"Now go on," $l_they gestures toward the door. "Your friend's waiting, and I've kept you long enough with my teasing."
You nod, grateful for the escape route $l_they's provided. As you turn to leave, you can still feel the weight of $l_their gaze on your back. Your heart is beating a touch too fast as you make your way to where your friend is waiting, and you try to will away the lingering warmth in your cheeks.
Your friend notices your slightly flustered state but mercifully doesn't comment on it. Still, you can't help but wonder if $namel knows exactly what effect $l_they has on you with $l_their playful banter.
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$namel's eyebrows shoot up, gray eyes sparking with delighted surprise. $l_Their smile grows wider, more predatory, and $l_they leans back in $l_their chair with an air of calculated interest.
"Is that a threat, $name?" $l_They drawls, voice dropping lower than necessary. "Keeping tabs on my eating habits now?"
"Someone has to," you counter smoothly, though your heart rate picks up at $l_their tone. "Can't have the CEO running on empty, can we?"
$l_They chuckles, the sound rich and warm. "How thoughtful of you." $l_Their eyes trail over your face, lingering just a second too long on your lips before meeting your gaze again. "But I wonder if you're always this... attentive with everyone, or if I'm special?"
The ghost of a smirk shows on your face. Two can play this game.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" you tease back, your voice honey-sweet.
"Oh, I would," $l_they responds immediately, leaning forward now. $l_Their dimple makes an appearance again as $l_they grins. "I really would."
The air feels charged between you, like static electricity before a storm. You're both aware of the line you're dancing around, testing its boundaries with each interaction. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once.
"See you later?" you finally say, breaking the moment before it becomes too intense. But you don't break eye contact, letting $l_them see your smile hasn't wavered.
"Count on it," $namel promises, $l_their voice carrying a weight that makes your stomach flip. $l_They straightens up, professional mask sliding back into place, though $l_their eyes still dance with mischief. "Better not keep your friend waiting any longer."
You turn towards the door, feeling $l_their gaze on your back as you walk away. Just before you exit, you throw one last look over your shoulder, catching $l_them still watching you with that same intense expression.
Your friend is waiting outside, and you join them with your heart still racing and a smile you can't quite suppress. The memory of $namel's promised "count on it" follows you, making you wonder what exactly you're counting on.
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$namel's expression shifts from surprise to pure delight, and that dimpled grin you've grown familiar with appears on $l_their face. $l_They leans back in $l_their chair, looking far too pleased with $l_themself. "I better what, $name?" $l_they drawls, clearly enjoying your growing discomfort. "Or was that wink meant for someone else?"
You open and close your mouth several times, resembling a fish out of water. Your skin feels like it's on fire.
"That wasn't— I didn't mean to—" you stammer, waving your hands in front of you as if trying to erase what just happened.
"Oh? So you didn't just wink at your boss?" $namel continues, $l_their gray eyes twinkling with mischief. "Because I could have sworn..."
"It was involuntary!" you blurt out, then immediately regret your choice of words. "I mean, not that I regularly wink at people involuntarily, that's not—" You groan, covering your face with your hands. "Can we pretend this never happened?"
$namel chuckles, finally taking pity on you. "Alright, alright," $l_they concedes, though that amused smile hasn't left $l_their face. "Go enjoy your lunch before your friend thinks I'm holding you hostage."
You grab onto this escape route like a lifeline, backing toward the door while pointing accusingly at $l_them. "Just... eat something. And forget the last two minutes."
"The last two minutes of what?" $l_they asks innocently, but you catch the playful undertone in $l_their voice.
You turn around, flustered but unable to hide a small smile as you hurry out of $l_their office. Your friend is waiting nearby, eyebrows raised questioningly at your strange face, but you just shake your head.
Some things are better left unexplained.
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Your voice stays steady, even though you can feel your cheeks warming. There's definitely a hint of fluster, but you remain composed.
$namel's eyebrows shoot up, amusement dancing in $l_their gray eyes as $l_they leans back against the table, arms crossing over $l_their chest. The ghost of a smirk plays at the corner of $l_their lips. "Is that an order from my assistant?"
Despite the flutter in your stomach, there's a warm smile playing on your features. "Not an order. Just a suggestion from someone who knows you tend to forget basic human needs when you're focused on work."
"Basic human needs?" $l_Their smirk widens, dimple deepening. "And here I thought you only cared about my signature on those papers."
You feel your face growing warmer, but you maintain eye contact with a subtle tilt of your head. "Well, a functioning CEO is better than an exhausted one who might sign the wrong documents."
"Ah," $l_they chuckles, the sound rich and warm. "So it's all about efficiency then?"
"You know it's not," you reply softly, your sincerity cutting through $l_their teasing.
Something shifts in $l_their expression, the playfulness giving way to that warmth you saw earlier. $l_They uncrosses $l_their arms, straightening up. "I know," $l_they says, voice gentler now. "I appreciate it, $name. Really."
You fidget with the hem of your sleeve, flustered by the sudden tenderness in $l_their tone. You should be familiar with that tone—it's not the first time $l_they's used it with you. Still, it's like each time $l_they manages to catch you off guard. "Good. Because I meant it."
"About the rest or about caring?"
"Both," you answer without hesitation, even as your chest tightens with nervous energy.
$namel's expression softens further, and for a moment, you think $l_they might say something more. But then $l_their gaze flicks to the door, remembering your waiting friend, and $l_they seems to take pity on your increasingly flustered state.
"Go on then," $l_they says, nodding toward the door. "Your friend's waiting. I promise I'll eat and rest."
"You better," you respond, already backing toward the door. "I'll know if you don't."
$l_Their warm laughter follows you as you exit the conference room, your heart still doing little flips in your chest as you make your way back to your friend.
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<<if $romanceroute == "L" or $romanceroute == "T">><<if $routemax == "yes">>"Awww, what was that?" Maxime coos, their eyes shining with barely contained curiosity as they poke your cheek. "What was that? What was that??"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Mind your own business," you click your tongue, words holding no heat. You bat away their finger from your skin. "And stop doing that."<<else>>"You know repeating the same question won't make me answer it faster?" you huff a laugh, letting them poke you. "And I didn't know it was your business to begin with?"<</if>>
"But you are my business, bestie," they tease again with the nickname, their hand falling back to their side. "Right, bestie?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You thin your lips, and your eye twitches in impatience. "I told you—"<<else>>You raise your brows with a good-natured smile. "What did I just tell you about callin—"<</if>>
"Aaahh, c'mon!" they cut in, curiosity growing in their hazel eyes. "Spill the tea! The rumors were true? You're dating both?"
You freeze, turn around, and stare at them. Now, what the fuck is going on? You're not only dating $namel, but $namet too? What other rumors are circulating about you?
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"The fuck are you talking about?" you hiss, weighing whether to bolt or stick around and endure this not-so-comfortable moment.<<else>>"Dating both?" you frown at them in confusion. "I wasn't aware I was starting a harem."<</if>>
Their shoulders slump in disappointment, the sparkle in their eyes dimming a bit as they blink. "Huh, so just the boss?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"I'm not dating anyone," you scowl before resuming your step to the elevator.<<else>>"No, not the boss, not $namet, not anyone," you respond before resuming your step to the elevator.<</if>>
If you had known sooner that your colleagues were so eager to find you a partner, you wouldn't have installed that dating app days ago. They seem to know you so well after all; why not let them choose your next date?
You shake your head with a sigh. At least it's harmless; that's a small win in your book. Still, you hope they'll stop with this whole dating thing.
"Aww…" Maxime whines, throwing their hands up in frustration of not having the gossip they were seeking. "And here I thought there was something; now that's just boring."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You click your tongue, tossing a glare at them over your shoulder. "Move your ass before I decide to eat alone or strangle you—I don't know which one yet."<<else>>"C'mon, let's go," you call out with yet another fond sigh. "Unless you prefer to stand behind and eat alone?<</if>>
"Hey! Wait for me!"
"Hurry up."<<else>>Chelsea resumes her steps as you join her, the old woman side-eyeing you but not commenting on what just happened. She doesn't need to—her eyes say it all. She has this judging yet non-judging look on her face, the one she has before either scolding or giving you a lecture. You sigh inwardly when she opens her mouth.
"Will it be a problem?" she finally speaks her thoughts as you two walk to the elevator.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"What?" you snap your gaze her way, tone defensive despite yourself. <<else>>"I have a vague sense of déjà vu," you huff an amused laugh, feigning innocence. "But I don't know what you're talking about."<</if>>
Chelsea—since the first rumor about you and $namel dating—always been skeptical about that rumor becoming true. 'Business and pleasure don't mix well' she had said, warning you to be careful at work if that happened with $namel or anyone in this company. You're aware that this wasn't her feeling threatened or jealous; it was her giving friendly advice out of care. Still, it's not like you can control your feelings.
She heaves a fond sigh, shaking her head as she clarifies. "You know what I'm talking about, $name."
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"I don't," you thin your lips.<<else>>"Whatever do you mean?" you bat your lashes.<</if>>
"<<if $romanceroute == "L">>The boss<<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>$namet<</if>> and you, should I be worried?" she inquires bluntly, not about to let you get off the hook.
She stops in front of the elevator as she pushes the button and waits for the doors to open. Her eyes hold yours for an answer.
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"How about you mind your business?" your gaze drift away with a scowl, but then again, the bite isn't there. Not when you know she's just worried.
"It's my business when it's at work," she responds sternly, her narrowed eyes telling you she's not about to drop the topic.
You still don't meet her gaze, grumbling. "Whatever."<<else>>The glimpse of worry she lets you witness for a brief instant makes your smile falter. "Why would you worry about this?"
Your tone is light, forcing another smile to ignore the elephant in the room. It's not like there's really something between <<if $romanceroute == "L">>$namel<<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>$namet<</if>> and you. You two became close, might have exchanged flirts here and there. But should Chelsea be worried when there was never anything more?<</if>>
"You didn't answer," she says flatly as she crosses her arms. "Should I be worried, $name?"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Can we not talk about this?" you clench your jaw, frowning at no one in particular.<<else>>"Chelsea," you murmur, your good-natured smile wavering a bit more with each passing second. "Can we not?"<</if>>
"I see…" the stern woman finally hums, catching your gaze with an apologetic smile. "No, we don't have to talk about this."
Your shoulders slump in relief. "…thanks."
A pause.
"But we'll have to—"
You throw your hands up with an exasperated groan. "Oh c'mon, Chelsea…"
"—talk about it sooner rather than later." She finishes her sentence with a stern look. "If this discussion is something you'd rather avoid, I hope you understand there's work and there's personal business. What's going on outside work shouldn't influence your efficiency here as an assistant. You're doing good. I don't want your relationship with anyone to ruin that."<</if>>
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$namet stands frozen for a moment, $t_their breathing visibly hitching at your touch. $t_Their ears redden further, spreading to $t_their neck as $t_they struggles to maintain $t_their composure. You don't notice it. You don't notice anything as you continue the gentle motion, completely unaware of how your innocent gesture is short-circuiting $t_their brain.
"I–" $t_they clears $t_their throat, trying to regain control of $t_their voice that came out slightly strained. "Yes, later. We'll see each other later."
$t_Their eyes flicker between your face and your hand still on $t_their arm, pupils dilating slightly. You notice $t_their Adam's apple bob as $t_they swallows hard again, but you think it's probably because of $t_their earlier awkwardness about the attention comment.
"Good," you say, giving $t_their arm a final pat. "And don't forget about eating. You get too caught up in work sometimes."
$namet lets out a shaky breath, running $t_their fingers through $t_their hair. "I won't forget. You... you're very..." $t_they trails off, seeming to struggle with words. "Thoughtful."
"Just looking out for our hardworking CFO," you respond with a smile, completely missing how $t_their breath catches at your words or how $t_their fingers twitch at $t_their side as if wanting to reach out.
You step back, heading toward the door. "Don't work too hard."
"Wait–" $namet calls out suddenly, making you pause and turn back. $t_They opens $t_their mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. "Thank you. For caring."
"Of course," you answer simply, giving $t_them one last wave before stepping out of the conference room, leaving behind a CFO who has to lean against the table to steady $t_themself, $t_their heart racing from what you assume must be stress from work.
As the door closes behind you, you miss hearing $namet's quiet groan and the soft thud of $t_their head hitting the table.
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$namet watches you fumble with your words, and though $t_their expression remains neutral, there's a softness in $t_their eyes that wasn't there during the reunion. $t_They takes a step closer, and you have to suck in a breath and hold it to maintain eye contact.
"I always listen to what you say," $t_they says in that measured tone of $t_theirs, though the tips of $t_their ears are starting to turn pink. "Your input is... valuable to me."
You can feel the heat crawling up your neck at $t_their words. Being the CEO's assistant means you're used to people taking your words seriously, but something about the way $namet says it makes it feel different, more personal.
Maybe it is. You've known $t_them even before you started working at this company, after all. Your position as $t_their $l_dad's assistant doesn't matter here. Now you wonder if $t_they was always this docile with you. Were you always this special for $t_them? Is it friendship $t_they sees?
"Oh," you manage to squeak out, suddenly very aware of how close $t_they is. "That's... thank you."
"No need to thank me for stating facts," $t_they responds, $t_their hand briefly touching your elbow before dropping back to $t_their side. $t_Their ears are definitely red now, despite $t_their attempted stoic expression. "I should get back to those reports."
"Yes, of course," you nod quickly, taking a small step back to regain your composure. "I should go too. Just... remember to eat?"
"I promised, didn't I?" The corner of $t_their mouth twitches up slightly, and your heart does a little flip at the almost-smile.
You give $t_them one last shy look before turning towards the door. As you reach for the handle, you hear $t_them clear $t_their throat.
"$name?" $t_they calls out softly, making you pause. "Thank you... for caring."
The warmth in your cheeks intensifies as you slip out of the conference room, your heart beating a rapid rhythm against your ribs. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before joining your friend, but you can't quite shake the feeling of $t_their eyes following you as you left.
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$namet stays still under your touch, but you catch the tip of $t_their ears turning a telling shade of pink. $t_Their expression is carefully controlled, yet $t_their eyes betray $t_them, darkening slightly as they follow the movement of your hand.
"I always keep my promises," $t_they says, voice lower than usual. "But I'm wondering if I should be concerned about how often you worry about my eating habits."
You can't help but tease $t_them further. "Someone has to, considering how often you skip meals." Your hand finally drops from $t_their shoulder, but you maintain eye contact. "Besides, what kind of assistant would I be if I didn't look after the company's CFO?"
"Is that all there is?" $namet asks, taking a deliberate step closer. "Professional concern?"
The question catches you off guard, and now it's your turn to feel heat creeping up your neck. Still, you easily keep your composure and your confidence, even as your heart rate picks up. "That would be telling, wouldn't it, $t_Mr. CFO?"
You watch as $namet's stoic expression cracks just slightly, $t_their lips twitching into what could almost be called a smirk. "Careful," $t_they murmurs. "Or I might start thinking you're flirting with me."
"Would that be so terrible?" you counter, but take pity on $t_them when you see $t_their ears turning an even deeper shade of red. You step back, giving $t_them space to breathe. "I should go. And you should eat."
$namet clears $t_their throat, attempting to regain $t_their usual collected demeanor. "Right. I'll... see you later then."
You turn to leave, but not before throwing one last glance over your shoulder. "Don't work too hard."
And then you're out the door, leaving behind a slightly flustered CFO who's trying very hard to maintain $t_their professional facade.
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$namet's eyes widen slightly at your words, clearly not expecting the genuine concern in your voice. $t_Their stoic expression softens just a fraction—something so subtle that anyone else might miss it, but you've learned to read the minute changes in $t_their features over the months of knowing each other and hanging out together more often.
"I appreciate the concern," $t_they says, $t_their deep voice quiet in the now-empty conference room. $t_They shifts $t_their weight, one hand still in $t_their pocket while the other adjusts $t_their sleeve—a familiar nervous habit $t_they does when $t_they's processing emotions $t_they's not quite ready to show. "But I should be the one telling you not to overthink. You're doing well in your position, regardless of what others might insinuate."
The warmth in your cheeks intensifies at $t_their praise, but a smile grace your lips.
"Is that the CFO speaking, or just $namet?" you ask before you can stop yourself, immediately feeling flustered at your own boldness. And yet, you don't look away, you don't take back your words.
The tips of $t_their ears turn pink, but $t_their voice remains steady as $t_they takes a small step closer. "Both. The CFO knows your worth to the company. $namet..." $t_they pauses, and you notice $t_their throat bob as $t_they swallows. "…knows your worth beyond that."
Your heart does a little flip in your chest. You're both dancing around something, careful steps in a delicate routine neither of you is ready to name yet.
"I should go," you finally say, yet your feet seem reluctant to move. "And you should eat."
"I will," $t_they promises again, and this time there's the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of $t_their mouth. "Go ahead."
You nod, finally turning toward the door. As you reach for the handle, you glance back over your shoulder. $namet is still standing there, $t_their usual stoic demeanor in place, but $t_their ears are still tinged pink and $t_their eyes haven't left you.
You slip out of the conference room, your heart light despite the earlier tension of the meeting. As you walk away, you can't help but smile, knowing that behind that closed door stands someone who seems to really see you regardless of what people say.
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You want to disappear from earth. You want to jump out the window and forget what you did to $namet. That was impulsive; you've let your body talk before your brain could process anything at all. This is bad. This is fucking embarrassing.
$t_Their breath catches in $t_their throat and the tips of $t_their ears begin to redden. But $namet manages to maintain $t_their composure, reaching up to rub the spot you just pinched with $t_their fingers. The silence stretched for a moment, not helping your increasing embarrassment before $t_they murmurs, voice low yet firm. "...Do it again."
<i>You must be hearing things.</i> There's no better explanation.
Your eyes widen at $t_their response, and your heart skips a beat. Did $t_they just...? No, no, $t_they didn't. You're hallucinating. You took something this morning, or there was something in your breakfast—did you even take breakfast? You don't remember—
But before you can process $t_their words properly, $t_their larger hand wraps around your wrist, the same one $t_they held earlier. You watch, transfixed, as $t_they guides your hand back to $t_their face. $t_Their skin is warm against your palm<<if $genderrot == "man">>, and you can feel the slight stubble on $t_their cheek<<else>>, and you can feel how soft it is<</if>>.
"$namet..." you whisper, throat tight with an emotion you can't quite name. Your body stays firmly in place, terrified to move and break the moment.
The flush spreading across $t_their ears only darkens and travels down $t_their neck. $t_They clears $t_their throat, trying to maintain $t_their professional demeanor despite the intimate position.
"I suppose this counts as giving you more attention," $t_they says dryly, though $t_their eyes betray $t_their amusement.
Your cheeks feel impossibly hot now. Before you can think of a response—or anything, really—$t_they releases your wrist and takes a small step back, smoothing down $t_their already immaculate clothes.
"You should go eat," $t_they reminds you softly, and you can hear the gentle dismissal in $t_their voice. But there's also something else there. A promise of more moments like this, if you're lucky that is.
"Right," you manage to say, backing toward the door while trying to calm your racing heart. "Don't forget your promise."
$t_They nods once, professional mask back in place save for $t_their still-pink ears. "I won't."
You turn and exit the conference room, your skin still tingling where $t_they touched you. As you walk away, you hear $t_them exhale deeply behind the closed door, and you can't help but smile.
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Entering the elevator <<if $routechel == "yes">>with Chelsea<<else>>with Maxime<</if>>, you push the second floor's button with your thumb before stepping back to lean against the wall. The day promise to be long, very long. Everyone who was there during the reunion is no doubt hurrying to eat their lunch to tackle this problem in the hope to <i>not</i> leave work at 2am like some who take it very seriously did lately.
Slipping your hand into your pocket, you grab your phone to check the time and unlock it. Tapping the contact icon, your thumb hovers over Vince's number as you hesitate to call him. You still need to let him know your father called, to warn him he'll probably get a call. He hasn't mentioned your father until now, which means either Loras hasn't called yet, or Vince didn't want to bother you with it. You're leaning toward the first option.
Bringing your phone to your ear, you wait patiently for your brother to pick up the phone, and after a few seconds, you hear his voice. "Dad called you."
"How do you…" you blink, not having the time to spill the gossip. Realization dawns on you as you shake your head. "Let me guess, he called Jackson, who called Kadis, who called you?"
"Pretty much, yeah," you hear movements on the other side, then. "It's $name."
"My angel!" Vailyn's voice ring through your phone, loud enough to make you wince. "How are you, sweetie? Did you have lunch? Should I bring you something? I can cook something quickly!"
"Tell them I don't need anything," you huff a chuckle<<if $routechel == "yes">> as Chelsea tries to respect your privacy by facing away and distracting herself with her own phone.<<else>>, ignoring Maxime, who's leaning close to try to hear what's being said between you and your family. "Max."
"What?" they blink with feigned innocence as they step back and fix their hair. "I'm not doing anything."
"Right."<</if>>
"I'm putting you on speaker," Vince tells you.
A soft thud can be heard, probably his phone being placed somewhere for him and Vailyn to be able to hear you.
"So you know about it too, Vailyn," you pass a hand across your features. Not wanting to linger on this topic now that the two of them know, you inquire. "How are they?"
"Kadis has been having some gig at a bar," Vince starts, Vailyn humming in agreement at the back. "She's still living at her boyfriend's place, so all in all, nothing much."
<i>Her boyfriend…</i> Honestly? You don't even know if it's the same one you met the last time or if it's someone new. Kadis is confident and independent, but the one thing that betrays her and shows her need for love and care is that she's never been single for long. If not flings, then boyfriends; if not boyfriends, then you. But she's never been close enough to you to seek your love or approval for too long.
"And Jackson?"
"Heh, still working as a personal trainer. I don't know much, didn't ask," your brother snorts derisively and you can hear the eyeroll he's probably giving right now. You can sense the tension building without needing to be in the same place.
"Vince," you hear Vailyn chide your brother, no doubt currently shaking their head.
You hear a huff. "What? It's not like we like each other."
"He's still your brother," you remind him gently, not about to start an argument.
You know Vince struggled to be close to Jackson, not because they weren't ever close, but because Vince never appreciated what Jackson made you go through. Even though he's your youngest brother, Vince is fiercely protective of you. You were his father, his mother, his sibling, and his protector all at once, after all.
Vince is nonchalant, aloof, and incredibly lazy when he's not buried in his books or studies. But you've seen how dangerous he can be when Jackson throws whatever malicious stuff he has at you. Vince grew up, becoming tall and strong enough to defend himself, and even if Jackson is stronger, that doesn't stop the two of them from throwing hands when things turn south at your expense.
"Yours too," he points out, voice agitated.
"That's why I'm telling you that, Vince. What will you two do when I won't be here anymore to—"
"We're not doing this," he groans. "What are you? 50? You sound like Vailyn."
Vailyn finds their moment to chime in. "Hey!"
"It's true, tho," Vince defends, "just because you're old, you always have to have this kind of talk when you're drunk."
You can hear Vailyn's mock-offended gasp. "How dare you expose your adorable and perfect third parent like this? And I'm not that old! I'm in my prime, thank you very much."
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*[["Just," you let out an exasperated breath. "Never mind. Are you two still up for having dinner together tonight?"|Chap3C51]]
*[["You do this all the time," you snort with a shake of your head. "And then I have to comfort Vince because he cries like a baby when he drinks."|Chap3C52]]
*[["I see, they're both doing good then," you nod with a small, relieved smile. "You two ate? You don't have school today, Vince?"|Chap3C53]]
*[["Oh please," you roll your eyes, though there's fondness in your tone. "You still didn't see them really drunk; you should've seen when they started teaching how to neutralize an enemy. I still feel my arms hurt just remembering."|Chap3C54]]
*[["Mh, good." You nod, even if you know they can't see.|Chap3C55]]
"Of course!" Vailyn chirps enthusiastically, and you can picture them bouncing on their feet. "I already made the reservation at Fancy Palate. The usual table, you know, the one by the rail where we can see the beach?"
"Yeah, and I'm starving just thinking about their carbonara," Vince adds, his voice carrying that hint of anticipation he always gets when talking about his favorite pasta dish. "I might try something new this time."
"You always say that," you and Vailyn say in unison, causing all three of you to laugh.
"Can't help it if their carbonara is that good," Vince defends himself, and you can hear him moving around. "Plus, their garlic bread is so good."
"Speaking of which," Vailyn cuts in. "I heard they got a new chef. Don't worry though, Juan is still there; he just got an assistant. Apparently, they're expanding the menu."
You hum thoughtfully, remembering all the times you've spent at Fancy Palate. It's been your go-to place for family dinners since Vince was tall enough to reach the table without a booster seat. The owners know you by name, and Juan, the head chef, always makes sure to come out and chat whenever you're there.
"Same time as usual?" you ask, checking your watch. "8:30?"
"Yep! And don't be late this time," Vailyn warns playfully. "Remember last month when you got caught up with work and showed up an hour late?"
"I warned you I'd be late," you protest, though you're smiling.
"True," Vince concedes.
"Alright, I need to go grab lunch," you say as the elevator reaches your floor. "I'll see you both tonight at 8:30. Sharp."
"Don't work too hard!" Vailyn calls out.
"Yeah, see you later," Vince adds. "Love you."
"Love you too, both of you," you respond before ending the call, slipping your phone back into your pocket as you step out of the elevator with your friend.
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"That was ONE time! Stop making a big deal out of it!" Vince protests loudly, his voice cracking slightly. You can hear Vailyn cackling in the background.
"Oh honey, it wasn't just once," Vailyn chimes in between laughs. "Remember when we had dinner with the Lazins and $name's new friends at $name's place? You were sobbing about how much you love your siblings while hugging that poor tree."
"I didn't," Vince grumbles, but you can hear the embarrassment in his voice. "And that tree needed emotional support."
You chuckle, watching the floor numbers change. "Don't forget the time you drunk-called me at 3 AM to tell me you saw a cat that looked like me and it made you emotional."
"Whatever," Vince mutters, and you can practically see him slouching deeper into whatever furniture he's sprawled on. "At least I'm not the one who drunk-danced on tables like Vailyn."
"That was a performance darling," Vailyn defends dramatically. "And I looked fabulous doing it."
"Speaking of performances," you cut in. "We're still on for dinner at Fancy Palate tonight, right? The usual time?"
"Yeah, yeah," Vince drawls, his typical nonchalant tone returning. "I'll be there. Someone's gotta make sure Vailyn doesn't try to recreate their table dancing."
"You wish you had my moves, sweetie," Vailyn retorts with an amused chuckle. "But yes, $name, we'll be there. I'm already looking forward."
The elevator dings, signaling your floor. "Alright, I need to go grab lunch. Try not to traumatize any more trees before dinner, Vince."
"You're so funny," Vince drawls.
"Love you too," you and Vailyn say in unison, causing Vince to groan dramatically before you end the call, a smile playing on your lips as you step out of the elevator with your friend.
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"Nah," Vince drawls lazily. "Just finished my fall finals yesterday. I took extra shifts at the café now since winter break started."
"The bar, you mean?"
"No, the café."
"How many jobs have you?" you snort.
"He's been complaining about his Psychology professor all morning," Vailyn chimes in, amusement clear in their voice. "Something about cognitive something theories?"
"The guy's a hack," Vince mutters. "He keeps pushing outdated methods like they're gospel. But whatever, not like I need his approval to graduate."
You can't help but smile at his typical nonchalant attitude. "Make sure you're still turning in your assignments though."
"Yeah, yeah," he sighs, and you can practically see him waving off your concern. "I'm not failing any classes, don't worry. You coming to Fancy Palate tonight? The usual spot?"
"Wouldn't miss it," you reply, watching the elevator numbers tick by. "I could use some of their pasta after the week I'm having. Vailyn, you're still good for 8?"
"Of course! I've been craving their dessert since last week," they respond enthusiastically.
"Speaking of which," Vince interjects, his voice slightly distant as if he's moving around. "Wear something warm. The forecast said it might snow tonight."
"Look at you, being all concerned," you tease.
"Just stating facts," he replies flatly, though you catch the hint of care beneath his indifferent tone. "See you at 8."
"Don't be late!" Vailyn adds quickly.
"I won't. Love you both," you say, preparing to end the call as the elevator reaches your floor.
"Love you too," they reply in unison; Vailyn's voice warm and cheerful, Vince's more subdued but sincere.
You hang up, pocketing your phone with a fond smile. Despite everything happening with your family, at least you have these two constants in your life.
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"Wait what?" Vince's interest suddenly peaks, his usual nonchalant tone shifting. "When was this?"
"Last Christmas, maybe?" you chuckle, leaning more comfortably against the elevator wall. "When Vailyn decided it was a good idea to demonstrate proper takedown techniques after that bottle of whiskey?"
"Oh my god," Vailyn sighs.
"That ended with me on the floor and Ekissa recording everything," you remind them, grinning at the memory. "You kept saying 'this is how we did it in the field' while attempting to show us how to escape a chokehold."
"In my defense," Vailyn argues, "those were good techniques! Just... maybe not best demonstrated after drinks."
"Ah, I remember! You tripped over the coffee table," Vince snorts, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "Some Captain you are."
"Watch it, kid. I might not be leading medical teams anymore, but I can still kick your ass."
"Sure, just don't break a hip," Vince retorts.
"Speaking of getting together," you interject before they can start their usual banter. "We're still on for tonight at Fancy Palate? 8 sharp?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Vailyn confirms. "It's freezing outside anyway, I need some of their hot soup or maybe something else. I don't know yet."
"Yeah, I'll be there," Vince adds. "Just don't let Vailyn near the wine this time."
"That's rich coming from the one who cried about his psychology professor last time," Vailyn shoots back.
You check your watch, noting it's almost the end of lunch time. "Alright, you two, I need to go. Try not to kill each other before dinner?"
"No promises," they say in unison, making you laugh.
"Love you both. See you tonight," you end the call, pocketing your phone with a smile as the elevator reaches its destination.
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"Oookay? That's all? Just good?"
"Yes." You hum, before continuing. "By the way," you watch the elevator numbers change slowly. "We're still on for dinner tonight at Fancy Palate, right? I could use some of their dessert after the day I'm having."
"Yeah, whatever," Vince drawls in his typical laid-back manner, though you can hear the slight enthusiasm he's trying to mask. "I can make it by 8, after my nap."
"Perfect timing," Vailyn chimes in. "I just need to finish some stuff and I'll be there."
You hum in acknowledgement, checking your watch. "And Vince, wear something warm. December's getting colder."
"Yes, mom," he responds sarcastically, but you know he'll listen. "I'll even bring my gloves, happy?"
"Thrilled," you deadpan, stepping out of the elevator as it reaches your floor. "Alright, I need to grab lunch before my break ends. See you both at Fancy Palate at 8. And Vince?"
"Mm?"
"Try not to be late."
"No promises," he yawns, and you can practically see him shrugging.
"Love you both," Vailyn calls out before you can hang up.
"Love you too," you respond softly before ending the call.
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Opening the door of the cafeteria, several heads turn. Whispers are being shared, and eyes are scrutinizing you like hawks, some surely waiting for one single misstep to make it their business. You don't need to be a genius to know what they're talking about.
You're relieved, though. Because the majority return to their food or offer you their support through polite smiles and waves in your direction.
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*[[You nod in thanks.|Chap3C57]]
*[[You ignore them.|Chap3C58]]
*[[You frown at them.|Chap3C59]]
*[[You smile back.|Chap3C60]]
*[[You sigh, but wave briefly back.|Chap3C61]]<<set $truth to $truth + 1>>
You offer a slow, deliberate nod to acknowledge their support, keeping your composure professional yet genuine. The gesture feels appropriate—not too friendly to seem desperate for approval, but warm enough to show appreciation for those who stand by you.
Your chin tilts upward slightly, shoulders squared, showing that while you're grateful, you're not seeking validation. The subtle movement speaks volumes: you're here to do your job, nothing more, nothing less. You're not even sure if they're whispering about the rumors about the CEO and CFO's preferences or if they think everything that happened to the company is your fault. You don't linger on that thought.
Some of the whispering dies down as you maintain your dignified stance. A few of the more vocal supporters seem pleased by your acknowledgment, their own expressions softening from concern to quiet approval. Even some of the skeptics appear taken aback by your graceful handling of the situation. Maybe they expected you to either grovel for acceptance or storm through with arrogance.
The tension in your neck eases slightly. At least you won't have to navigate this workplace drama completely alone. Still, you can feel the weight of expectations and judgment pressing down on your shoulders.
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You decide to ignore them, keeping your eyes straight ahead as you navigate through the cafeteria. Their whispers seem to grow louder, like an irritating buzz in your ears, but you refuse to give them the satisfaction of acknowledging their existence. Your jaw clenches slightly, and you can feel tension building in your shoulders, but you maintain your composure.
Your friend walks beside you, their presence a silent support as you both make your way through the maze of tables. The smell of coffee and today's lunch special fills the air. A few of your more vocal critics are huddled at their usual table near the drink station, their conversation conspicuously dying down as you pass by. You catch fragments of whispered words: "CEO's pet," "unqualified," "friendship hire."
But you keep your head high, your steps measured and confident, even if your stomach is churning with a mix of anger and frustration. You've earned your position, regardless of what they think, and you won't let their pettiness affect your professionalism.
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The weight of their eyes grates on your nerves like sandpaper. After that hellish meeting where some of your so-called colleagues tried to paint you as incompetent just because you happened to know the CEO, your patience has worn dangerously thin.
Your jaw clenches, muscles tightening as a deep frown etches itself across your features. The whispers feel like little needles pricking at your skin, and you're just about done playing nice.
You meet their stares head-on, your expression darkening further. Some quickly avert their gaze, suddenly finding their salads fascinating. Others hold your stare for a moment before looking away, maybe realizing they've crossed a line. A few brave souls offer tentative smiles, but your frown only deepens.
You're not here to make friends, especially not now.
The tension in your shoulders builds as you hear someone whisper "CEO's pet" not quite quietly enough. Your fingernails dig into your palms, but you force yourself to keep walking. They want a reaction? They won't get one.
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A genuine smile spreads across your face, your lips curving upward as you acknowledge their supportive gestures. Despite the tension lingering from the earlier meeting, these small acts of solidarity warm your chest, reminding you that not everyone has used this opportunity to act like assholes with you.
Your shoulders relax slightly, releasing some of the stress you've been carrying since leaving that heated reunion.
Some of your coworkers' friendly expressions seem almost apologetic, as if trying to distance themselves from the toxic behavior of those who questioned your place in this company. Their waves, though subtle, speak volumes about where they stand.
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You sigh deeply, feeling the weight of the meeting still lingering on your shoulders. The tension from earlier still clings to your skin like an unwanted second layer, making the numerous stares feel even more pronounced. Your muscles are tense, anticipating more judgment, more whispers, more accusations of favoritism.
But seeing the genuine support from most of your coworkers helps ease that tightness in your chest. Their small gestures of solidarity mean more than they probably realize.
Your hand lifts almost reluctantly, a brief wave acknowledging their support while trying not to draw more attention than necessary. The corner of your mouth twitches upward, not quite a smile but enough to show appreciation.
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You walk through the room with your friend, quickly grabbing something to eat before heading to your usual booth near the high-ceiling windows on your right. Sitting down, you put down your tray of food with a tiny frown.
<<if $routechel == "yes">>Chelsea sits across from you with an apple and a glass of water. "Still thinking about the reunion?"
"Not really…" you shake your head. Your tone is absent, still lost in whatever mess you were thinking again.
"What is it then? <<if $playful3 == "yes">>It's unusual to not hear you try to joke or bug me,<<else>>You look more serious than you usually are,<</if>>" she points out, pushing her glasses up her nose with her knuckle. "Something happened at home?"
"You're married, right?" you ask instead of answering, your gaze trained on your food without touching anything.
Since that call with your father, you can't seem to keep that out of your head. You need someone's advice, and Chelsea is down-to-earth and objective enough to help you. It won't change anything, sure, but you need to know how someone outside your situation would perceive it. And she has a son; surely she'd know best how to answer the questions you have.
She dips her head in confirmation as she glances at her ring on her finger, then at yours. "Yes, I am."
"And if I remember right," you continue, your fingers drumming on the table, "you have a son?"
"That's right, <<if $name == "Kain">>Kain," she pauses. A barely-there smile stretches her lips. "Just like you."<<elseif $name == "Cain" or $name == "Kaain" or $name == "Kein" or $name == "Caine" or $name == "Kaine">>Kain," she pauses. A barely-there smile stretches her lips. "Similar to your name."<<else>>Kain," she pauses. A barely-there smile stretches her lips. "My husband chose that name."<</if>>
"If…" you scrunch your nose, lost for words. That comes out of the blue; she probably doesn't care about anything that doesn't concern work. Maybe you're just bothering her when it's supposed to be a break. You still proceed. "…you and your son had a tense relationship and he had to leave. Let's say he left and never saw you again except on rare occasions. And then you call him to ask to see him face to face to talk; you tell him you've changed. What would be your state of mind?"
The stern woman tilts her head, not concealing her curiosity and confusion coloring her face. You can't blame her; she doesn't know your past with your father. It's not like you're going to shout it to everyone you happen to be close with, anyway.
"This is a detailed question you have here, $name," she finally replies with a frown forming between her brows. She doesn't ask the obvious—she's smart not to go down that path. "Mmmh, it depends. What happened that made my son cut contact?"
"It's not really cutting contact, more like…" you scratch your neck, that nervous habit coming back. Your nails stop when you realize what you're doing as you let your hand fall back by your side. "Not contacting you but still replying to your call when you do."
"Yes, okay, but what happened that made him feel the need to drift apart?" she questions, bringing her apple to her mouth to take a bite.
"Bad stuff," you respond vaguely.
"Then I would hope for him to hear me out," she declares.
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*[[It's your turn to frown. "Even if you were the one at fault? Ruining your son's life?"|Chap3C62.CH1]]
*[["And if you were in your son's shoes?" you ask curiously.|Chap3C62.CH2]]
*[["I see," you nod, taking a bite of your food to distract yourself and end this topic.|Chap3C62.CH3]]
*[["But let's say you were violent," you press. "Would you still insist on seeing your son?"|Chap3C62.CH4]]<<elseif $routemax == "yes">>"What's that frown for?" Maxime quips, their own perfect bushy eyebrows furrowed across from you. "What happened at the reunion, anyway? Is it about that 'YOUR' problem again? I don't really follow the gossip."
Your gaze snaps up to meet theirs, a surprised look coloring your features. "Since when does the great Maxime not follow the gossips?"
"Excuse you, this great Maxime is working their ass off on a project to prove to their boss they're perfectly fit to be a design director," they flip their fluffy, coily hair with a deadpan expression that is somewhat ruined with their following smug smile.
"Ah, again with this?" you sigh, fondness creeping into your voice.
They stare at you for a long moment at your words, grabbing their fork to twirl their pasta around it. They're no doubt checking if their 'bestie' is trying to make them give up or just tired of their antics. Satisfied with what they're seeing, they grin. "Yep. But you didn't answer."
"Mh, they dealt with the 'YOUR' issue," you take a bite of your own food. "But we had rumors going around."
"Something else than my bestie starting a harem with our boss and $l_their $t_son?" they inquire curiously.
"That they want me out of the company," you explain between bites. "There's also wild accusations that started from someone who clearly had something against us about our factories lacking hygiene." A pause. You wave your hand dismissively. "But it's a break. Let's talk about—"
"—me? Alright, what do you think about my outfit today??" they exclaim, pointing at their deep, flashy green suit with their thumb and a wiggle of their brows. "Fancy, right? I found it just yesterday when I–"
You heave a long sigh, preparing yourself for the long ramble they're about to throw at you as usual. Four months of this and you're still not completely used to it. If it's not about becoming the future design director of this company, it's about their outfit and what they did during their weekends and about how using people is not that evil, only to tell you maybe, just maybe, it is a tiny bit evil.
Their shoulders suddenly slump, their eyes lowering to their food as they push the pasta with their fork. "$name…?"
"Mh? I was listening," you answer, meaning it despite the fact that their rambles can be exhausting in their own way.
"No, I know," they shake their head, their face softening. "I was just…" they sigh. "Do you think I'm fighting for nothing? It's been a year since I started trying to get promoted to design director, and…" they scrunch their nose, spreading their arms in a dejected manner. "Well, I'm still a receptionist."
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*[["Keep trying," you say simply with a shrug. "You have nothing to lose. Our CEO won't fire you just because you're ambitious."|Chap3C62.MA1]]
*[["Do you want to stop fighting for it?" you tilt your head.|Chap3C62.MA2]]
*[[You hum pensively. "Fighting isn't a wrong thing per se, but aren't you tired of it?"|Chap3C62.MA3]]
*[["Is it that bad to remain a receptionist?" you smile at them reassuringly.|Chap3C62.MA4]]
*[["Whatever you do," you start with raised brows, a growing smile on your lips. "I'm supporting you."|Chap3C62.MA5]]<</if>>
Chelsea's expression hardens, not in anger but in that familiar stern way she handles difficult situations at work. She sets down her half-eaten apple, adjusts her glasses again, and fixes you with that penetrating stare that makes most employees squirm in their seats during evaluations.
"$name," she starts, her tone measured but firm. "I can see you want me to agree with you on something I am not aware about. I don't need to agree or disagree with whatever decision you make regarding this situation. What I hear is you asking about a parent's perspective, not whether you should or shouldn't do something."
She takes a sip of her water, her wedding ring clicking against the glass. The sound seems to echo in the brief silence between you two. "As a mother, and I'm speaking strictly from that perspective, if I had done something terrible to Kain and genuinely changed, I would want to make amends. I would want to see him, to try to repair what I destroyed, to make up for lost time and my inexcusable behavior."
Her stern expression softens slightly, the kind of subtle change you've learned to notice over months of working together and sharing lunch breaks. "But $name, that's not me telling you what the right answer is. There isn't one. You didn't ask what you should do. You asked what a parent might be thinking in this situation."
You shoulders slump as you concede reluctantly. "You're right…"
She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. She continues. "As HR director, I've seen enough family drama spill into workplace issues to know it's never simple. And as your friend," she emphasizes the word with a slight nod. "I'm telling you it's okay to accept, refuse, or simply sit with your hesitation for a while. Whatever happened—and you don't need to tell me—it was significant enough to create this distance. That's not something that disappears just because someone claims they've changed."
The cafeteria buzz continues around you, but in your booth, the weight of her words creates a bubble of contemplative silence. Chelsea picks up her apple again, giving you space to process her response while maintaining that steady, understanding presence you've come to appreciate about her.
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Chelsea takes her time to answer, methodically wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin. Her sharp brown eyes study you behind her glasses, and you can practically see the gears turning in her analytical mind.
"If I were the son?" She sets her half-eaten apple down, folding her hands on the table. "I wouldn't trust it. Not immediately."
You glance up, meeting her gaze. You're not subtle about your interest in her input—you don't care; you need to hear it.
"Look, $name," she continues, her voice dropping slightly. "When someone hurts you deeply enough that you need distance to heal, their claim of change needs to be proven, not just stated. Words are cheap. I see that every day in HR when people promise to 'do better' after workplace incidents."
She pauses, taking a sip of water. "I'd want to know why now. What's different? What made them realize they needed to change? And most importantly, what concrete steps have they taken to actually change?"
You nod slowly, pushing a cherry tomato around your plate.
"But," Chelsea adds, her stern expression softening slightly. "I'd probably still meet them. In a public place, with clear boundaries, and an escape route if needed."
"Why?" the question slips out before you can stop it.
"Because regret is a heavy burden to carry, $name. Both for the person who caused harm and the one who might wonder 'what if' later." She adjusts her glasses again. "But that's just my perspective as both a parent and someone who's seen enough workplace reconciliations to know they're possible when both parties are genuine."
You fall silent, contemplating her words. Chelsea doesn't push, doesn't pry. It's one of the reasons you've grown to trust her since starting at the company—she knows when to let silence do the work.
"Thanks," you finally say, meaning it.
She nods, picking up her apple again. "Whatever you're dealing with, just remember, you're not obligated to set yourself on fire to keep someone else warm. Even if they're family."
She takes another bite, effectively ending that part of the conversation with her usual directness.
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Chelsea watches you with that piercing gaze of hers, the one that made interns cry during their first week. But there's something softer in her eyes now, a hint of concern she rarely shows to anyone at work.
She takes another bite of her apple, the crunch filling the silence between you. The food in your mouth suddenly feels dry, harder to swallow.
"$name," she says finally, her tone careful but firm as you straighten in your seat with a clear of your throat. "Whatever's on your mind, don't let it affect your work. I'd hate to have to write you up after all the progress you've made here."
You manage a weak smile at her attempt at humor. "Don't worry, I won't let it interfere with work."
She nods, satisfied with your response, but her eyes don't leave your face. "Good. Because you're one of the few competent people in this circus we call a company." She pauses, wiping her hands with a napkin. "And... if you need to talk about anything else, my office door is always open. Technically, it's my job to listen."
You appreciate her offer, knowing how rare it is for Chelsea to extend her hand without any criticism or sternness. But you just shake your head, forcing yourself to eat another bite of your lunch. "Thanks, Chelsea. I'll keep that in mind."
You won't. Both of you know you won't bother her about some silly problems you might have. And yet, she holds your gaze with her eyebrows raised. You don't her to speak the words to know she meant it and that there's no obligation.
The conversation shifts to safer topics: the upcoming deadline, a colleague's latest screw-up, the weather. But your thoughts keep drifting back to that phone call, to your father's voice.
At least the food gives you something to focus on, even if you barely taste it. And Chelsea's presence, with her straightforward manner and no-nonsense attitude, helps keep you anchored in the present instead of spiraling into memories you'd rather not revisit.
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Chelsea's hand stops mid-air, the apple hovering near her mouth. Her dark eyes sharpen behind her glasses, and you can see the exact moment her HR director persona slips away, replaced by something more personal. She sets the fruit down, her movements deliberate as she processes your words.
"Violence?" she repeats, her tone careful but firm. "Physical violence against my own child?"
You nod, not trusting yourself to elaborate further. Your throat hitches as you keep your head high, trying not to be affected by the normal reaction you're seeing in front of you. That's right, no sane parents would raise a hand at their kids.
Chelsea's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching there as she considers her response. Her fingers absently trace the rim of her water glass, the wedding ring catching the light above.
"Then I wouldn't have the right to ask anything of him," she states bluntly, her words carrying the weight of absolute conviction. "If I had been violent towards Kain, if I had hurt him... any attempt to reconnect would be on his terms, not mine."
She leans back, her posture straight but not rigid. "Listen, $name, I don't know the specifics of what's prompting these questions, and I won't ask. But as both a mother and someone who's worked in HR long enough to see the aftermath of domestic situations..." she pauses, choosing her words carefully. "An abuser asking for forgiveness doesn't automatically deserve it. Change isn't just about saying sorry or claiming to be different. It's about accepting that the damage done might be permanent, and the victim owes you nothing."
You stare at your untouched food, letting her words sink in. Your jaw works, and you blink repeatedly with another small nod.
"If I had been violent to Kain," she continues, her voice softer but no less firm. "And then years later claimed I changed, I would understand if he never wanted to see me again. That would be his right. His protection of himself would matter more than my desire for redemption."
She takes a sip of water, studying you over the rim of her glass. "The fact that you—I mean, my son still answer my calls, shows more grace than many would give. But face-to-face meetings? That's a different level of vulnerability."
The cafeteria seems to buzz back into focus around you, reminding you both where you are. Chelsea adjusts her glasses again, a habit you've noticed she does when transitioning topics.
"Your food's getting cold," she mentions, not unkindly, clearly offering you an out from this heavy conversation.
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You watch as Chelsea finishes her apple in a few quick bites, tossing the core into the nearby bin with practiced aim. The minimal lunch doesn't escape your notice, and while you should definitely mind your own business, you still worry.
"Is that all you're eating?" you ask, gesturing at her now-empty spot on the table.
"Not hungry," she shrugs, taking another sip of water.
"You haven't been eating much lately," you point out, your earlier heavy conversation temporarily forgotten in favor of this new concern. "I've noticed during our lunch breaks, well, when you're not busy working even during breaks or lunches."
Chelsea's shoulders tense slightly, her fingers adjusting her glasses again, this time more as a defensive gesture than a practical one. "Must be all the energy spent scolding these slackers," she says with a forced lightness. "They think winter means they can hibernate at their desks."
Your frown deepens, not buying her deflection. You've known her long enough to recognize when she's avoiding a topic.
"Oh, speaking of winter," she says quickly, obviously changing the subject as she glances out the window where snow has started falling again. "Christmas is coming up soon. The decorations team went all out this year. Did you see the massive tree in the lobby? It must have cost a fortune." She keeps her gaze fixed on the falling snow, deliberately not meeting your worried look. "But I told them those singing Santa figurines need to go. We're a professional workplace, not a mall."
You let her redirect the conversation, but make a mental note to keep an eye on her eating habits. Something's clearly off with your friend. You should know better than to push when Chelsea puts up her walls…
You set down your fork, giving Chelsea your full attention. "What's going on? Really?"
She stares at her empty water glass for a long moment before sighing heavily, her stern facade cracking just slightly. When you think she'll find another way to deflect, she doesn't.
"Things haven't been... great at home," she admits quietly, her usual authoritative tone replaced by something more vulnerable. "Work's been crazy with all these end-of-year reports and the problems piling up. I've been staying late almost every night."
You stay carefully silent even if you're itching to tell her you told her not to overwork herself and let her team work with her instead of her doing their work because she judges them incompetent.
Chelsea runs a finger along the rim of her glass, her wedding ring catching the light again. "William—my husband<<if $name == "William" or $name == "william">>, not you<</if>>—he says he understands. He does, really. He's always been supportive of my career. But..." she trails off, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I can feel him pulling away. We barely talk anymore except for quick 'good morning' and 'goodnight.' When I get home, he's usually already in bed."
You notice her blinking rapidly behind her glasses, though her voice remains steady. You let her proceed and let it all out.
"Kain called last week," she continues, her voice softening at the mention of her son. "Asked about Christmas plans. Wanted to know if he should book a flight home." A bitter laugh escapes her. "I haven't even put up a single decoration. Haven't bought any gifts. Haven't planned anything. My son wants to come home for Christmas and I can't even promise him a proper holiday dinner because I'm too caught up with work to plan anything."
She looks out the window again, watching the snow fall. "I told him I'd call back with details. Haven't done that either. What kind of mother doesn't even have time to plan Christmas with her family?"
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*[["Want some help with that?" you tilt your head with a grin.|Chap3C62.CH6]]
*[["Why don't you take some days off?" you lift your brows expectantly.|Chap3C62.CH7]]
*[[You nod, taking another bite of your food. You swallow. "Look, it's not my business, but you're working too much. Take some time off and let the others take care of your work for at least a week or two."|Chap3C62.CH8]]
*[["Let me help with that then," you smile warmly.|Chap3C62.CH9]]
*[["I hope everything will be okay," you comfort her with a worried gaze.|Chap3C62.CH10]]
*[[You hum, leaning against the back of your seat as you say. "I'm sure it'll get better."|Chap3C62.CH11]]<<set $shoppingwithCHEL to "yes">><<set $CHELRreconcil + 1>>
Chelsea's head snaps up, her eyes widening slightly behind her glasses. "Help? With Christmas?"
"Yeah, why not? I'm pretty good at organizing stuff," you lean forward<<if $playful3 == "yes">>, already getting excited<<else>>, not minding offering some help<</if>>. "Plus, I don't have any plans for the holidays anyway, well, for now."
"$name, I can't ask you to–"
"You're not asking, I'm offering," you cut her off with a wave of your hand. "C'mon, when was the last time you actually enjoyed Christmas shopping? We could go this weekend, get all the decorations, presents, everything."
She hesitates, fidgeting with her empty glass. "I don't know..."
"Look, between the two of us, we could knock it out in a day. Make a list, hit the stores, get your house ready," you continue, warming to the idea. "I'll even help you put up the decorations. What does Kain like? We can make sure to get him something special."
"He's into gaming lately," Chelsea admits, a small smile tugging at her lips.
<<if $playful3 == "yes">>"Perfect! See? We're already planning," you grin wider. "And for William... what about a watch? What does he even like?"<<else>>"Perfect," you nod, already planning the whole day in your mind. "And for William... what about a watch? Or something similar?"<</if>>
Chelsea's stern facade cracks further, hope seeping through. "You really wouldn't mind helping?"
"Of course not," you assure her. "Plus, you've helped me enough times with work stuff. Let me return the favor."
"I..." she starts, then lets out a long breath. "Okay. Yes. Thank you, $name. Really."
"Great. Saturday morning then? We can grab coffee first, make our battle plan," you say, earning a small laugh from her.
"Saturday morning," she agrees, and for the first time in weeks, you see some of the tension leave her shoulders.
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Chelsea scoffs, but there's no real heat behind it. "With all the work we have? Impossible."
"Chelsea," you lean forward, keeping your voice gentle but firm. "You're literally the HR director. If anyone can take days off, it's you."
"It's not that simple–"
"It is," you cut her off. "Look at you, you're exhausted. When was the last time you spent a full day with William? Or had a proper conversation with Kain?"
She opens her mouth, then closes it, her shoulders sagging slightly. "I... I can't remember."
"Exactly. Take two weeks off. Christmas is coming up, spend time with your family. Make a proper dinner, decorate the house," you pause, offering a small smile. "Call Kain back."
"But the reports–"
"Will still be here when you get back," you assure her. "We can handle things while you're gone. Your family needs you more than this office does right now."
Chelsea removes her glasses, rubbing her eyes tiredly. When she puts them back on, there's a hint of vulnerability in her expression that you rarely see. "You really think I should?"
"I know you should," you nod firmly. "Go home early today. Surprise William. Call Kain and tell him to come for Christmas. Be a wife, a woman and a mother first, HR director second."
She's quiet for a moment, then a small, genuine smile breaks through her professional mask. "Maybe you're right," she admits softly. "It would be nice to actually enjoy Christmas this year."
"Then it's settled," you nod with a smile of your own. "Take the time off. We'll survive without you terrorizing the office for a couple of weeks."
That gets a laugh out of her, brief but real. "Thank you, $name," she says sincerely. "Sometimes I forget to listen to good advice when it's given."
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"Others?" Chelsea scoffs, but there's no real bite to it. "You know how things are here. The workload—"
"—can be managed," you cut her off firmly. "You've trained your team well. They're not incompetent, Chelsea. You're just... a bit of a control freak." She opens her mouth to protest but you raise your hand. "When was the last time you actually took a vacation? And I mean a real one, not those long weekends where you still check your emails every hour."
"I..." she pauses, frowning. "I can't remember."
"Exactly. Look at what it's doing to you. To your family." You lean forward, lowering your voice. "Kain's what, early twenties, mid-twenties? He's making the effort to come home for Christmas. William's been patient. But everyone has their limits."
Chelsea removes her glasses, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "I know, I know. But–"
"No buts," you interrupt again. "You're not irreplaceable. I mean, you're great at your job, but the company won't collapse if you take two weeks off. Your family, though? That's different."
She puts her glasses back on, a small smile tugging at her lips. "When did you become so wise?"
"I'm not. I just have an outside perspective," you shrug. "And from where I'm sitting, I see my friend working herself to exhaustion while her family's slipping away. Take the break, Chelsea. The paperwork will still be here when you get back."
She stares at her empty water glass for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Maybe... maybe you're right."
"I know I am," you say, returning to your food. "Call Kain back today. Tell him to come home for Christmas. And for god's sake, eat something more than an apple."
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She blinks at you, clearly caught off guard. "What? No, I couldn't ask you to–"
"You're not asking, I'm offering," you cut her off gently. "Besides, when was the last time you actually enjoyed Christmas? C'mon, what does Kain like?"
Chelsea hesitates, but a small smile tugs at her lips. "He loves video games and those ridiculous Christmas sweaters. The uglier, the better. William and I used to have a competition every year to see who could find the most outrageous one."
"Perfect. We can start there." You lean forward, genuinely wanting to offer as much support as you can. "Listen, how about this, I help you plan everything, from decorations to dinner. We can do it after work, maybe this weekend? That way you can focus on your family when they're around."
The stern woman's face is all morphing to a faint embarrassed smile. "That's nice of you, $name, but your own plans–"
"—are nonexistent, it's not like I'll bother you during the holidays; I'm just helping you to set everything up," you chuckle. "Seriously, Chelsea. Let me do this. Think of it as my Christmas gift to you."
She adjusts her glasses, but you can see her resolve weakening. "Kain... he's an adult now. Maybe he doesn't even want a big Christmas celebration anymore."
"Trust me, no matter how old we get, coming home to a proper Christmas is always special when we've grown with it," you say, though whether you mean it or not is another matter. You shake your head. "So, what do you say? Want to shock William and Kain with the best Christmas they've had in years?"
Chelsea stares at you for a long moment before finally nodding, a genuine smile breaking through her professional mask. "Okay. Yes. Thank you, $name."
"Great. First thing: call Kain back today. Tell him to come home for Christmas. We'll handle everything else," you offer a small smile, already mentally listing what needs to be done. "And Chelsea? Eat something more substantial than an apple tomorrow, or I'm telling HR about employee negligence."
She actually laughs at that, the sound drawing surprised looks from nearby tables. "You do realize I am HR, right?"
"Exactly why you should know better," you wink, feeling warmth spread in your chest at seeing your friend's spirits lift, even if just a little.
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After a minute of silence, you glance between your plate and your stern friend as you add. "Have you talked to William about how you're feeling?"
Chelsea shakes her head, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Not really. Every time I try, it feels like... like the words get stuck."
"And Kain?" you tilt your head as a frown forms on your forehead. "Does he know you're struggling with work?"
"He's got his own life now," she sighs, fidgeting with her ring. "He's doing so well with his career, I don't want to burden him with my problems. He's always been such a sensitive boy, even now."
"Chelsea," you lean forward, your voice gentle but firm. "He's your son. And from what I can tell by how you're feeling bad about not being able to set a proper date, you two are close. Maybe he'd want to help? Even just talking about it might make you feel better."
She looks at you for a long moment, then gives a small nod. "Maybe you're right. I just... I miss them both. I miss having breakfast together, hearing about Kain's day when he takes time to call us, William's terrible dad jokes..." Her voice cracks slightly, but she quickly composes herself. "I keep telling myself it's just temporary, this workload will ease up after the holidays..."
"And what if it doesn't?" you ask quietly.
Chelsea's silence is answer enough. You both sit there, watching the snow fall outside, the weight of unspoken worries hanging between you like a heavy curtain.
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Chelsea scoffs, giving you a look. "Really? That's your advice?"
"No, hear me out," you lean forward slightly. "Kain's a grown man now, right? He probably understands more than you think. Plus, it's not like you need a picture-perfect Christmas dinner to make it special."
"But–"
"You're overthinking this," you cut her off gently. "Call him back. Tell him the truth. You've been swamped with work, things are tough with William, but you want him home for Christmas. Let him help plan something. Maybe he's got ideas of his own."
Chelsea stares at her empty glass again. "What if he's disappointed?"
"In his mom being human?" you raise an eyebrow. "Come on, Chelsea. You're not failing as a mother just because you're struggling to balance everything. The fact that you care this much already says a lot."
She stays quiet for a moment, then a small smile tugs at her lips. "When did you get so wise?"
"Must be all this HR director rubbing off on me," you smirk, finally returning to your food. "Call your son, Chelsea. Today. Don't overthink it."
"Yeah," she nods slowly, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, I will."
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<<if $romanceroute == "J">>"What about you?" she asks curiously. Her eyes hold yours when she pours herself water from the pitcher that was sitting on the table between you. "Are you going to spend Christmas with…" she pauses, trying to remember the name. "The artist."
"Ekissa?" you clarify. At her nod, your shoulders slacken as you shrug.
Truth be told, your plans are… there's no plan. You don't know if you'll celebrate it—you don't even know if you're working that day. Christmas stopped being celebrated when your mother died, then resumed when Vailyn and Ekissa came into your life, getting more intense with $namee, who insisted on making it the happiest day for you.
Your mood sours a bit more at the thought. It'll be your first Christmas without $namee since… since what feels like too many years.
"Maybe, I don't know," you finally mumble as you push your food aside to cross your arms on the flat surface. "Ekissa doesn't really care about this kind of stuff."
"$j_They rarely cares about anything at all from what I've gathered until now," Chelsea points out flatly, though there's mirth in her brown eyes. She pauses, takes a sip of her water and smiles knowingly behind her glass. "Well, that's probably a lie."
Your cock a brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
But you're not dumb. She's talking about you, and you just have no idea what kind of reaction you should show that won't give her a reason to ask more questions about your current relationship with you and what's supposed to be your best friend. She's not the type to pry when it doesn't concern work, but still.
You're not even sure why you're overthinking it. Ekissa <i>is</i> less grumpy with you, but the way she said it, like she was talking about something else than simple friendship, is troubling you. Though whether in a good or bad way remains to be seen.
"I'm just stating what I saw. You might be an exception for $j_their grumpy demeanor," she explains, her fingers pushing her already placated hair to the back of her head, her bun still perfectly tied. "I might be wrong; I haven't seen $j_them much since that day $j_they picked you up at work. How is $j_they?"
You blink at the sudden change of topic, scratching your neck. "$j_They's…"
How is $j_they? You catch the inner skin of your lower lip with a growing frown forming on your features. $j_They's… alright? Or maybe $j_they's not. It occurs to you that the question is trickier than you thought.
How is your best friend? Nothing major happened these past days in $j_their life, at least, $j_they didn't tell you otherwise. There's nothing concerning about $j_their behavior either; just the usual grumpy Ekissa. And yet, you feel like you've been too caught up in your own feelings, your own life, your own mind to bother questioning it.
When was the last time $j_they told you about $j_their art, about $j_their songs? Not just quick talks but the talks that made $j_them spend hours explaining the lyrics of one of $j_their songs or why $j_they chose green instead of yellow on $j_their painting $j_they's about to sell. Maybe you should've asked about $j_them instead of being too busy breaking in an alleyway.
But you needed time for yourself too. After what happened, anyone would want time to focus on themselves. It's not a crime.
But maybe $j_they needed $j_their best friend too. God knows how Ekissa appreciates talking about $j_their art without feeling like $j_they's boring people around $j_them.
But you were in pain.
But, but, but. There's too much and yet not enough in your head, overthinking about this like you've done something wrong.
"$name," Chelsea brings you back to reality, her stern features softening ever so slightly. "What is it?"
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*[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly. "Okay, imagine you're catching feelings for someone, but that someone is oblivious no matter what you do. What would you do?"|Chap3C62.CH12J1]]
*[["Ekissa's fine," you clear your throat, smoothing your expression. You add under your breath. "And I'm not the exception; not that way."|Chap3C62.CH12J2]]
*[[You pass a hand across your face. "Ekissa's my best friend… right?" You don't know why you're asking that; you just do it. Maybe needing confirmation or a reason for you to stop thinking about 'what if'.|Chap3C62.CH12J3]]
*[["Would Ekissa be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.CH12J4]]
*[[You try to smile. "Of course Ekissa's fine. Sorry, I guess I'm just a bit tired."|Chap3C62.CH12J5]]<<elseif $romanceroute == "A">>"What about you?" she asks curiously. Her eyes hold yours when she pours herself water from the carafe that was sitting on the table between you. "Are you going to spend Christmas with…" she pauses, trying to remember the name. "The model?"
"Athiel?" you clarify. At her nod, your shoulders slacken as you shrug.
Truth be told, your plans are… there's no plan. You don't know if you'll celebrate it—you don't even know if you're working that day. Christmas stopped being celebrated when your mother died, then resumed when Vailyn and Ekissa came into your life, getting more intense with $namee, who insisted on making it the happiest day for you.
Your mood sours a bit more at the thought. It'll be your first Christmas without $namee since… since what feels like too many years.
"You're asking the wrong person," you shake your head, containing a laugh of disbelief stuck in your throat as you push your food aside to cross your arms on the flat surface. "Why would the great Athiel spend Christmas with me?"
"Mmh, true. $a_They's a handful," Chelsea agrees flatly, though there's mirth in her brown eyes. She pauses, takes a sip of her water and smiles knowingly behind her glass. "But I heard you've been spending a lot of time together lately."
You cock a brow, wondering if she has some sort of superpower or cameras following you everywhere. "And who told you that?"
"$namel, who else?" Chelsea lets out a short breath of amusement before adding. "And I may be old, but social media knows a lot about people's privacy—sometimes even more than the people themselves do, according to them."
"Social media?" you frown, skeptical.
"Yes, a stranger slipping into Athiel's apartment building who was hiding beneath $a_their coat," she nods, narrowing her eyes in what you assume is an attempt to appear playful. She looks threatening rather than playful, but then again, it's Chelsea. You can't ask her too much. "I wonder who that person was."
Your eyes shut close at her words. Of course there would be pics of you from that day. At least, from what Chelsea is telling you, your face wasn't revealed. That would've been the cherry on top.
"$a_They might look arrogant; that boy seems fond of you," she states, her fingers pushing her already placated hair to the back of her head, her bun still perfectly tied. "I might be wrong; I haven't seen $a_them since your welcome party. How is $a_they?"
You blink, scratching your neck. How is $a_they? You catch the inner skin of your lower lip with a growing frown forming on your features. $a_They's… alright? Or maybe $a_they's not. It occurs to you that the question is trickier than you thought.
How is Athiel? Alright is definitely not quite the word. $a_They's still working $a_themself to the bone, but $a_they's less exhausted than $a_they was before. Either $a_they got used to it, or $a_they's been listening to you by taking it easy before $a_they can get sick working this much. You're hoping for the last option.
Maybe you would've known if you weren't so busy thinking about yourself and your grief. You needed to focus on yourself, on what was happening to you. You're not at fault, no one is. But still.
"$name," Chelsea brings you back to reality, her stern features softening ever so slightly. "What is it?"
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*[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly. "Would you date your husband's sibling?"|Chap3C62.CH12A1]]
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[["Athiel's fine," you clear your throat, smoothing your expression. You add under your breath. "And I don't think the blondie would want to spend his Christmas with me."|Chap3C62.CH12A2]]<<else>>[["Athiel's fine," you clear your throat, smoothing your expression. You add under your breath. "And I don't think the blondie would want to spend her Christmas with me."|Chap3C62.CH12A2]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[You pass a hand across your face. "Athiel is okay. I just need to remind him to take some rest, but he's been better lately."|Chap3C62.CH12A3]]<<else>>[[You pass a hand across your face. "Athiel is okay. I just need to remind her to take some rest, but she's been better lately."|Chap3C62.CH12A3]]<</if>>
*[["Would Athiel be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.CH12A4]]
*[[You try to smile. "Of course Athiel's fine. Sorry, I guess I'm just a bit tired."|Chap3C62.CH12A5]]<<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>"What about you?" she asks curiously. Her eyes hold yours when she pours herself water from the pitcher that was sitting on the table between you. "Are you going to spend Christmas with $namet?"
You choke on your water, coughing a bit as you put down the glass. "$namet?"
"That's what I said, yes," Chelsea nods, unfazed by your surprise. She waits for your cough to fade, making sure you don't need help before focusing back on pouring her glass. "That's a logical question; why are you so surprised?"
Truth be told, your plans are… there's no plan. You don't know if you'll celebrate it—you don't even know if you're working that day. Christmas stopped being celebrated when your mother died, then resumed when Vailyn and Ekissa came into your life, getting more intense with $namee, who insisted on making it the happiest day for you.
Your mood sours a bit more at the thought. It'll be your first Christmas without $namee since… since what feels like too many years.
"I don't think $t_they'd waste $t_their time celebrating Christmas with me," you shake your head as you push your food aside to cross your arms on the flat surface.
Why would $namet spend that day with you? $t_They'll probably be busy having dinner with $t_their $l_father. Or maybe $t_they'd rather work than do anything else. You wouldn't be surprised if it was the case.
"I don't even know if $t_they's interested in that sort of thing," you add as you lift your shoulder. "For all I know, $t_they's already planned what $t_they'll do that day."
"Mmh, you never know. $namet could surprise you," Chelsea points out, mirth in her brown eyes. She pauses, takes a sip of her water and smiles knowingly behind her glass. "I'm sure that $t_boy is just waiting for the right moment."
Your cock a brow, ignoring the way your heart flutter at this information. "Right moment to tell me $t_they's busy for Christmas?"
"Not quite," Chelsea hums before adding. "I've known the $t_boy for years, and $t_they rarely gave the time of $t_their days to anyone if it isn't about work. That's what I respect about $t_them."
"Rarely, huh?" you stare at the stern woman skeptically.
"Mmh, it did happen here and there. Not at work, mind you, but $namel made sure to proudly expose $l_their $t_son's dates when that happened," she nods slowly, a full smile now gracing her lips. "$l_They stopped when $t_their $t_son scolded $l_them, though. But the point is, you seem to have caught $t_their eye, so maybe $t_they'll ask you if you're free on Christmas day or eve."
There's no answer from your part, your eyes darting to the window to avoid her knowing gaze with a clear of your throat. Playing innocent isn't an option; there have been moments between $namet and you. Moments you can't ignore but also can't prove were really something more than just friendship.
What if it's just all in your head? You've met $namet only recently; four months isn't enough to know someone. What if it's just someone who cares as deeply as Ekissa and doesn't mean more than that? What if you're being delusional?
"$t_They might be made of stone, but I know fondness when I see it," Chelsea states, her fingers pushing her already placated hair to the back of her head, her bun still perfectly tied. "I might be wrong; that $t_boy isn't exactly easy to read. Much like $t_their $l_father if you ask me."
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[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly. "Would you date someone like our CFO?"|Chap3C62.CH12T1]]
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["You're seeing too much into it," you snort with a wave of your hand. "He's just being nice, especially after the first meeting we had when… well… Anyway, you're reading too much into it."|Chap3C62.CH12T2]]<<else>>[["You're seeing too much into it," you snort with a wave of your hand. "She's just being nice, especially after the first meeting we had when… well… Anyway, you're reading too much into it."|Chap3C62.CH12T2]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Psh, we're friends," you huff a laugh. "Good friends. Like, friends, not friends friends. He'd probably laugh at this—scratch that, he wouldn't laugh, but you know what I mean."|Chap3C62.CH12T3]]<<else>>[["Psh, we're friends," you huff a laugh. "Good friends. Like, friends, not friends friends. She'd probably laugh at this—scratch that, she wouldn't laugh, but you know what I mean."|Chap3C62.CH12T3]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Would Travis be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.CH12T4]]<<else>>[["Would Tracee be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.CH12T4]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You try to smile, though your words sound uncertain. "I don't think he sees me like this."|Chap3C62.CH12T5]]<<else>>[[You try to smile, though your words sound uncertain. "I don't think she sees me like this."|Chap3C62.CH12T5]]<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "L">> "What about you?" she asks curiously. $l_Their eyes hold yours when she pours herself water from the pitcher that was sitting on the table between you. "Are you going to spend Christmas with $namel?"
You choke on your water, coughing a bit as you put down the glass. "$namel?"
"That's what I said, yes," Chelsea nods, unfazed by your surprise. She waits for your cough to fade, making sure you don't need help before focusing back on pouring her glass. "That's a logical question; why are you so surprised?"
Truth be told, your plans are… there's no plan. You don't know if you'll celebrate it—you don't even know if you're working that day. Christmas stopped being celebrated when your mother died, then resumed when Vailyn and Ekissa came into your life, getting more intense with $namee, who insisted on making it the happiest day for you.
Your mood sours a bit more at the thought. It'll be your first Christmas without $namee since… since what feels like too many years.
"I don't know," you shrug as you push your food aside to cross your arms on the flat surface. "$l_They probably already planned something with $l_their $t_son. I don't think $l_they'd invite me."
"Now that's a big lie, and you know it," Chelsea says flatly, though there's mirth in her brown eyes. She pauses, takes a sip of her water and smiles knowingly behind her glass. "Our boss is the type to drag you along whether you like it or not. I wouldn't be surprised if $l_they asks you to spend Christmas eve or day with $l_them."
You huff a laugh, shaking your head. Sure, $namel has been rather clingy with you, but to say $l_they'd want to spend holidays with you? You doubt you're <i>that</i> close. At least, you don't want to hope for nothing. "You look sure of yourself."
"Because that's just how $namel is, you should know better than anyone," Chelsea hums before adding. "Or maybe you'd rather spend it alone or with just your best friend? $namel is a handful, so it's understandable to avoid $l_them like the pest, especially when $l_they gets excited about pretty much everything."
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*[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly and out of nowhere. "Would you date our boss?"|Chap3C62.CH12L1]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Don't get my hopes up," you huff a laugh. "Because he's my type of chaos—as a friend," you quickly say, before clearing your throat. "The point is, I wouldn't mind spending Christmas with him—in a platonic way."|Chap3C62.CH12L2]]<<else>>[["Don't get my hopes up," you huff a laugh. "Because she's my type of chaos—as a friend," you quickly say, before clearing your throat. "The point is, I wouldn't mind spending Christmas with her—in a platonic way."|Chap3C62.CH12L2]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You pass a hand across your face. "Tell me about it, he's like a kid sometimes."|Chap3C62.CH12L3]]<<else>>[[You pass a hand across your face. "Tell me about it, she's like a kid sometimes."|Chap3C62.CH12L3]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Would Leon be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.CH12L4]]<<else>>[["Would Luna be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.CH12L4]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You smile softly. "I doubt he'd invite me. I'm his friend, but… well, maybe he'd prefer to spend Christmas with his kid."|Chap3C62.CH12L5]]<<else>>[[You smile softly. "I doubt she'd invite me. I'm her friend, but… well, maybe she'd prefer to spend Christmas with her kid."|Chap3C62.CH12L5]]<</if>><</if>>
Chelsea's eyebrows shoot up, her stern expression morphing into something akin to understanding. She sets her glass down carefully, considering your words. "Is this about Ekissa?"
You feel heat crawl up your neck, suddenly self-conscious and uncomfortable. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to," she replies matter-of-factly, folding her hands on the table. "Look, $name, I may not know everything about your situation, but I've seen enough in these past months. You're still grieving $namee, and that's perfectly normal. But these feelings you're talking about… Are you sure they're not just because Ekissa's been there for you?"
"What?" you frown in confusion.
Lowering your gaze, you stare at your abandoned food, contemplating her words. Seven years of friendship, and now this? <<if $guiltydate to "yes">>The timing feels wrong, almost disrespectful to $namee's memory.<<elseif $guiltydate to "dunno">>You don't know whether you should feel guilty about the timing. Maybe you should. Would it be disrespectful to $namee? You don't know…<<else>>You know the timing isn't ideal, but you can't control your feelings. Should you though? You don't want to feel guilty for something that is natural, yet maybe it's wrong? Is it?<</if>> But you can't help the way your heart races when Ekissa texts you random song lyrics at 3 AM, or how you find yourself wanting to be the first person to see $j_their new paintings despite not having paid enough attention lately.
"$j_They's just..." you struggle to find the right words. You hesitate to just spill it already, and after a moment, you sigh. "So damn oblivious. $j_They's always okay with cuddling with me, with being so… close when no one's around. $j_They's all protective and thinks our flirts are just banter. And nothing. Who does that?"
Chelsea's lips twitch. "A best friend who's been exactly that for seven years, perhaps?"
"I know," you groan, dropping your head in your hands. "That's the problem. $j_They still sees me as the same person $j_they met seven years ago. Even after..." you swallow hard, "after everything changed."
"Have you considered," Chelsea starts carefully, her professional demeanor softening slightly. "That maybe $j_they's being deliberately dense? Four months isn't a long time, $name. $j_They might think you're not ready, or $j_they's worried about taking advantage of your vulnerability."
The thought hadn't occurred to you, and it makes your stomach twist uncomfortably. "Or maybe $j_they just doesn't feel that way about me."
"Either way," Chelsea says firmly. "You won't know unless you talk to $j_them. But make sure you're ready for that conversation, and whatever answer comes with it."
You nod slowly, knowing she's right but dreading the possibility of ruining seven years of friendship over feelings that might just be a product of your grief and loneliness.
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Chelsea's eyebrow rises slightly at your words, and you can't help but feel like she's seeing right through you. Her face tells you she's not buying your bullshit.
"You know," she starts, setting her glass down. "Sometimes the people closest to us are the ones who see us the least clearly." Her words make your stomach twist uncomfortably. "Or rather, they see what they're used to seeing."
You fidget with your fork, pushing the remnants of your lunch around the plate. The thought of Ekissa seeing you as nothing more than $j_their best friend shouldn't hurt this much, but it does. Not because you weren't aware of that, but because hearing this from someone else just confirms you're probably the only one feeling what you're feeling for your best friend.
"Chelsea, it's not..." you pause, struggling to find the right words. "Ekissa and I, we've never... It's always been just friendship."
She leans back in her chair, her stern expression softening just a fraction. "And now?"
The question hits harder than it should. You think about how Ekissa still comes over with take-out at home when you're having a bad day, how $j_they hasn't once pressured you to 'get over' $namee.
"Now it's still friendship," you say firmly, more to convince yourself than her. "$j_They's never thought of me that way, and I don't want to mess up seven years of friendship because I'm..." you trail off, not quite ready to admit what you're feeling out loud. "It doesn't matter."
Chelsea nods, understanding flickering across her features. "Just remember," she says. "People can surprise you. Even the ones you think you know everything about."
You watch her with thin lips, your throat tight with unspoken words. Maybe she's right, but you're not ready to risk losing another person you care about. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
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Chelsea's stern expression shifts into something more contemplative as she studies your face. She takes her time answering, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass.
"Seven years is a long time to be friends with someone," she finally says. "Especially someone like Ekissa."
You remember the first time you met $j_them at that café where you used to work. You didn't get along at all at first. You couldn't stand the way $j_they acted with you, and $j_they didn't like you at all, but that's because Ekissa doesn't like anyone, and you didn't know that at that time. Even then, with $j_their sharp tongue and perpetual scowl, something about $j_them drew you in. Maybe it was the way $j_their eyes lit up when $j_they talked about $j_their art or how $j_they didn't sugar-coat anything $j_they said to you. Though not in a romantic way, you've never seen $j_them that way either at first.
"It's just..." you start, then stop, struggling to put your thoughts into words. "These past months, something has felt different. Not wrong, just... different. And I can't tell if it's because of what happened with $namee, or if..."
"Or if the difference was always there, and you're just noticing it now?" Chelsea finishes for you, her usual stern demeanor softening just a fraction.
You nod, grateful she understands without you having to explain further. "$j_They's been there through everything. The good, the bad, the worst..."
Your voice catches slightly on the last word, thinking of those first few weeks after $namee. How Ekissa would just sit with you in silence or talk about nothing important until you fell asleep.
"Sometimes," Chelsea says carefully. "We don't see what's right in front of us because we're too busy looking somewhere else." She pauses, considering her next words. "And sometimes, a best friend is exactly what we need them to be. Nothing more, nothing less."
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Yeah," you mumble, more to yourself than to her. "Yeah, you're right."
But even as you say it, you can't quite shake the nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, you're starting to see Ekissa in a light you never considered before. Chelsea watches you with knowing eyes but doesn't push further. Maybe that's why you felt comfortable enough to voice these thoughts to her in the first place.
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Chelsea sets her glass down slowly, her expression unreadable as she studies you. After what feels like an eternity, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Are you asking because you've been thinking about it, or because you're afraid you've already started seeing $j_them differently?"
You open your mouth to protest, but she holds up a hand. "Let me finish. I've known you for only a few months, but I've seen how $j_they looks at you, and how you look at $j_them. I know, I've seen $j_them only twice, but that was enough for me..." she trails off. "But seven years is a long time to suddenly shift perspectives."
You scratch your neck, nodding along even though your brain is a mess as you try to listen to her.
She uncrosses her arms, leaning forward. "Objectively speaking? From what I've seen, $j_they's loyal, caring in $j_their own grumpy way, and $j_they clearly prioritizes you. But $name," her voice softens slightly. "Being a good friend doesn't automatically translate to being a good partner. And sometimes, when we're grieving, we look for comfort in familiar places."
You fidget with your sleeve more aggressively now, feeling exposed. You feel offended, angry, but most importantly, uncertain. "I wasn't–"
"But maybe, unconsciously you were," she cuts you off gently. "And that's okay. But consider this: Ekissa's probably never even thought about you that way, not because you're not worthy of those thoughts, but because some people need a metaphorical slap in the face to see what's right in front of them. And you…" she points at you with her fork. "…need to figure out if these thoughts are coming from a place of genuine attraction or from wanting to hold onto something familiar when everything else feels uncertain."
She pauses, then adds with a slight smile, "Though I have to admit, the way $j_they's always attentive to your needs, even with $j_their tough façade? That's something."
You sink lower in your chair, feeling your heart skipping a beat at her words. "I didn't say I was thinking about $j_them that way."
"You didn't have to," Chelsea replies, her knowing smile growing wider. "The fact that you're asking about it hypothetically says enough."
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The words feel heavy on your tongue, like you're trying to convince yourself more than her. Like you obviously know your best friend is alright when you don't even remember the last time you asked your best friend how $j_they was feeling.
Chelsea's eyes narrow slightly, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping against her glass. You've known her long enough to recognize when she's analyzing something—or someone. It's the same look she gives during board meetings when she knows there's more to what's being presented.
"Tired," she repeats, not as a question but as a statement. "You've been 'tired' quite often lately, especially when $j_their name comes up." She takes another sip of water. "I might be new to your circle, but seven years of friendship isn't something to brush off with 'tired'."
You feel your shoulders tense. Of course she'd notice. Chelsea notices everything. It's what makes her so good at her job, and apparently, at reading you too. The lights of the break room suddenly feel too bright, too exposing.
"It's just..." you start, then stop, fidgeting with your sleeve. How do you explain something you barely understand yourself? These past four months have been a blur of grief, confusion, and moments where Ekissa's presence felt like both an anchor and a storm. "Things are different now, after... you know. And sometimes I feel like I'm not being fair to $j_them."
Chelsea sets her glass down with a soft clink. "Fair to $j_them? Or to yourself?"
The question hits harder than it should. You think about all the times Ekissa's shown up at your door with take-out, how $j_they'd sit in comfortable silence while working on $j_their art, just being there. How natural it felt, until suddenly it didn't. Until suddenly you started noticing things you shouldn't.
"Both, maybe," you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's complicated."
"Life usually is," Chelsea responds, her stern expression softening just a fraction. "But complications don't always mean something's wrong."
You nod, but your mind is already drifting to tomorrow's plans with Ekissa, wondering if you'll be able to keep pretending that nothing's changed when everything has.
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Chelsea stops mid-sip, her glass hovering near her lips as she stares at you with those intense brown eyes. The silence stretches between you, making your heart race a bit faster. You fight the urge to take back your words, to laugh it off as a joke. This is a loaded question, one you don't want to think about but one you'll have to talk about. If not with Athiel, might as well do it with you friend.
"Is this about—"
"No, it's not," you cut in, avoiding her gaze.
But she doesn't spare you.
"$name, is it about Athiel?" she asks carefully, setting down her glass.
When you don't immediately respond, she leans back in her chair, studying you with that piercing gaze that makes you feel like she's reading every thought in your head.
"I..." you start, then stop. Your fingers fidget with the napkin on the table. "I don't know. Maybe. It's complicated."
"Because of $namee," she states rather than asks.
You nod, feeling a familiar ache in your chest at the mention of $a_their name.
Chelsea sighs, her stern expression softening just slightly. "My husband never had siblings, so I can't speak from experience. But $name," she pauses, making sure she has your full attention. "Grief doesn't have a timeline. However, guilt shouldn't dictate your life either."
<<if $guiltydate == "yes">>"I'm not feeling guilty," you protest weakly, but even to your ears it sounds unconvincing.
"Aren't you?" Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "You're asking me about dating your late $e_boyfriend's $a_brother, not about your feelings for Athiel $a_themself. That says enough."
You slump in your chair, caught. She's right, of course. Chelsea has this annoying habit of being right about things you're trying to avoid thinking about.<<elseif $guiltydate == "no">>"I'm not feeling guilty," you shake your head, meaning it. "It's just… complicated."
"Aren't you?" Chelsea raises an eyebrow, and at your nod, she does the same. "I see… Then, why do you ask if not guilty?"
You wrinkle your nose. You lift your shoulder, uncertain. "I don't know; I guess I need someone to tell me I'm not heartless."
You slump in your chair. You <i>don't</i> feel guilty, but that makes you wonder if it's wrong not to feel that way.<<else>>"I'm not feeling guilty," you protest weakly, but even to your ears it sounds unconvincing. "I… I don't think I am…"
"Aren't you?" Chelsea raises an eyebrow.
"That's the thing… I don't know…" you slump in your chair.
You really wish you could, but one day you feel that guilt growing, and the next you succeed in convincin yourself it's only natural to want to move on.<</if>>
"And Juliet would have a field day with this," you mutter, thinking about the woman who already disapproves of your mere existence.
"Since when do you care what Juliet thinks?" Chelsea snorts, surprising you with her bluntness. "Look, $name, you're asking the wrong questions. Instead of wondering if you should date Athiel, maybe ask yourself if you want to. And if you do, is it because of who $a_they is or because of who $a_their $e_brother was?"
Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You haven't allowed yourself to think about it that way, about Athiel as just... Athiel. Not as $namee's $a_brother, not as your connection to the past, but as $a_themself. The arrogant, impossible $a_man who somehow keeps showing up when you need someone, even if $a_they pretends $a_they doesn't care.
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Chelsea fixes you with a look that makes you squirm slightly in your seat. She's always had that ability to make you feel like she's reading right through you, even when you're trying your best to keep your thoughts hidden.
"And why not?" she questions, her stern features unchanging as she sets her glass down. "From what I've gathered, $a_they seems to make time for you despite $a_their busy schedule. That's quite telling, wouldn't you say?"
You fidget with your sleeve, avoiding her penetrating gaze. "It's... complicated. $a_Their mother would throw a fit if $a_they spent Christmas with me instead of her."
You don't mention how Juliet hates your guts, hates your presence near $a_their $e_son, hates every fucking inch of you, or how she blamed you for everything that happened.
"Besides," you continue, pushing your barely touched food around your plate. "$a_They's probably got better things to do than spend the holidays with $a_their dead $e_brother's..."
You trail off, the word 'partner' catching in your throat. Even after four months, it still hurts to reference $namee in the past tense.
Chelsea's expression softens marginally. "Have you asked $a_them?"
"No," you admit, then add quickly. "But I've seen $a_their schedule. $a_They's got shoots lined up until the 23rd, and then there's probably this big family gathering at their place."
"Hmm," Chelsea hums, clearly unconvinced. "For someone who claims the $a_boy wouldn't want to spend Christmas with you, you seem to know an awful lot about $a_their schedule."
You feel your eyes widening as you force yourself to smooth your expression. "That's– I just happen to know because $a_they mentions it sometimes when we meet."
"Meet?" Chelsea's eyebrow arches slightly, and you realize your slip. "I thought you said you barely see each other?"
"We don't– I mean–" you clear your throat, then sigh in defeat. "$a_They drops by sometimes. Brings coffee. Claims $a_they was 'in the neighborhood' even though $a_their agency is on the other side of town."
A knowing smile tugs at Chelsea's lips, but she mercifully doesn't press further. Instead, she takes another sip of her water, leaving you to lose yourself in your thoughts about a certain arrogant blonde model who, despite $a_their prickly exterior, somehow keeps finding excuses to be around you.
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Chelsea keeps her knowing gaze on you as you continue, feeling the need to elaborate.
"$a_They was working $a_themself sick a while ago, more than usual. You know how models are, always needing to maintain their image." You pause, remembering how you found $a_them nearly passed out in your house that one time. "But $a_they's been taking care of $a_themself more. At least $a_they's eating proper meals now."
Your fingers idly trace patterns on the table surface as memories of recent weeks flood your mind. "I sometimes ask $a_them if $a_they takes care of $a_themself, but..." You can't help the small smile that forms on your lips. "$a_They's stubborn as hell, but I think some of what I've been saying is getting through that thick skull of $a_theirs."
Chelsea raises an eyebrow, that knowing look still present in her eyes. "Sounds like you've been paying quite close attention to $a_their wellbeing."
You quickly try to deflect. "Well, someone has to. $a_They's..." you trail off. "$a_They's important to a lot of people in the industry. Can't have $a_them burning out."
"And to you?" Chelsea asks directly, in that way only she can.
You take a sip of water, buying time before responding. "$a_They's... complicated. But yeah, I guess I care if $a_they's taking care of $a_themself or not." You straighten in your chair, trying to appear more professional. "Purely from a concerned... friend's perspective, of course."
Chelsea just hums in response, but her expression tells you she's not buying your attempted nonchalance. You're almost grateful when your phone buzzes with a work notification, giving you an excuse to change the subject.
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Chelsea takes her time swallowing the sip of water, her dark eyes studying you with that sharp gaze of hers. You can almost see the gears turning in her head, processing the weight behind your seemingly casual question.
"Hypothetically," she repeats slowly, setting her glass down. "Well, that $a_boy is certainly... complex. But from what I've seen and heard, $a_they takes care of what matters to $a_them, even if $a_they pretends not to care at all."
You nod absently, your fingers playing with the forgotten fork beside your plate. Chelsea's not wrong. You've witnessed firsthand how Athiel would show up with coffee when you were feeling down, or text to make sure you ate during particularly busy days at work. Always with a snarky comment, of course, but the actions spoke louder than $a_their mocking tone.
"$a_They's dedicated," Chelsea continues, her stern expression softening slightly. "Perhaps too much sometimes, but that's not necessarily a bad thing in a partner. Though I imagine dealing with $a_theirs... particular personality would require patience."
You can't help but snort at that. Particular is one way to put it. Your mind drifts to $a_their arrogant smirks, the way $a_they'd roll $a_their eyes when you'd tell $a_them to rest, yet you'd later find $a_them actually taking that nap you suggested.
"The question is," Chelsea leans forward slightly, her voice lowering. "Why are you asking? And why 'hypothetically'?"
"No reason." You respond almost immediately.
Trust Chelsea to cut straight to the heart of the matter. But how do you explain the complicated mess of feelings you're dealing with? <<if $guiltydate == "yes">>The guilt that twists your stomach when you catch yourself watching Athiel too long.<</if>> The confusion when $a_their casual touches linger. The way your heart races when $a_they lets $a_their guard down and shows genuine concern?
"I'm just..." you trail off, struggling to find the right words. "It's complicated."
Chelsea's expression tells you she understands more than you've said. "Complicated doesn't mean wrong, $name. Sometimes life takes unexpected turns, and we have to navigate them as best we can."
You let her words sink in, wondering if she can see the real question burning behind your hypothetical one. How do you handle your growing feelings for your dead $e_boyfriend's $a_brother?
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The words taste hollow in your mouth, and Chelsea's sharp gaze tells you she's not buying it either. You fidget with your fork, pushing around the remnants of your lunch. The truth is more complicated than just 'fine.' Athiel has been showing up at your house with take-out when you forget to eat, leaving coffee at your place in the morning before $a_their photoshoots, and somehow always managing to be around when you're at your lowest—even if $a_they claims it's just coincidence.
The memory of $a_them standing in your doorway that day, holding grocery bags while muttering about how 'the store just happened to be on $a_their way'—Spoiler alert: it wasn't—makes your chest tighten in a way that's both familiar and terrifying.
"$name," Chelsea's voice cuts through your thoughts again, her tone carrying that particular mix of concern and exasperation she reserves just for you. "You know I'm too old for these games. If something's bothering you, just say it."
You let out a heavy breath, slumping slightly in your chair. How do you explain that Athiel's constant presence is both a comfort and a reminder of what you've lost? That every time you see $a_their face, you see traces of $namee there too? You're aware $a_they's not $namee, you're not desperate to see $namee in $a_them. You're not heartless to want $a_them just because $a_they happened to be $namee's $a_brother.
"Really, I'm just tired," you insist, straightening up and forcing more conviction into your voice. "Work's been busy, and you know how Athiel is. Always complaining about something or other."
The lie comes easier than it should, even as you remember how $a_they hadn't complained once when $a_they spent hours helping you get better at $a_their apartment—$a_they did. But it sounded empty, like a distraction to help you through your breakdown.
Chelsea's eyes narrow further, and you can tell she's not convinced. But thankfully, she seems to understand you're not ready to talk about whatever this is. She takes another sip of her water, her pristine appearance a stark contrast to your slightly disheveled state.
"Well," she finally says. "When you're ready to stop pretending, I'll be here."
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Chelsea's eyebrows shoot up, her stern expression morphing into an amused one as she leans back in her chair. Her fingers tap against her glass of water thoughtfully.
"Someone like $namet?" she repeats, considering your question. "Well, $t_they's certainly different from $t_their $l_father. $namel's always been the charmer, throwing smiles left and right, while $namet..."
She trails off, her eyes focusing on you with that knowing look again. "$namet is more... contained. Reserved. $t_They might seem cold at first glance, but that's just $t_their way." Chelsea takes another sip of water. "But, in the four months you've been here, I've seen $t_them more engaged than in the past few years combined. So if you're considering whether to date $t_them or not…"
Your eyes widen slightly at her implication. "That's not what I meant—"
"Oh, I know exactly what you meant," she cuts you off, her stern demeanor returning but with a hint of warmth in her eyes. "To answer your question. Someone like $namet would make a reliable partner. $t_They's dedicated, focused, and when $t_they commits to something—or someone—$t_they's all in. No games, no pretenses. At least, that's how I think $t_they'd be." She leans forward slightly, lowering her voice. "But you didn't hear this from me. If anyone asks, we were discussing quarterly reports."
You can't help but smile at her conspiratorial tone. You nod. "I didn't hear anything."
Straightening her already perfect posture, she adds. "If you're asking for personal reasons, I'd suggest paying attention to how $t_they acts around you versus others. $namet isn't one for obvious displays, but the signs are there if you know where to look."
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Chelsea arches a brow, her stern expression softening just slightly as she studies your face. She's been working at the company long enough to know how $namet usually behaves, and you've noticed how she seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to reading people.
"Nice isn't a word I'd use to describe $namet Melth," she says matter-of-factly, taking another sip of her water. "That $t_man spent years barely acknowledging the existence of $t_their assistant beyond work matters. $namel had to practically beg $t_them to attend the company's holiday parties."
You fidget with your napkin, remembering how many times $namet had brought you coffee on $t_their way to $t_their $l_father's office. It's such small gestures, but coming from $t_them... You shake your head. $t_They's probably just trying to be supportive after everything that happened with $namee.
"Look, I was a mess when I started here," you explain, trying to sound casual. "$t_They probably felt responsible since $t_their $l_father hired me. You know how $namel is, $l_they probably asked $namet to keep an eye on me."
Chelsea lets out a short laugh, surprising you. "If you think $namet does anything just because $namel asks, you clearly don't know $t_them well enough yet. That $t_man makes $t_their own decisions, much to $t_their $l_father's constant exasperation."
You do know how different $l_father and $t_son are, you noticed the difference the day you met $namet. $namel with $l_their charismatic smile and easy charm, while $namet maintains $t_their stoic demeanor. The only time you've seen $t_them smile was... Your eyes lower as you fight a smile. It was with you.
"Still," you insist, though your voice lacks conviction. "It's just... professional. $t_They's the CFO, I was a new employee who needed help adjusting. Nothing more."
"Staying professional doesn't include sharing lunch breaks or walking someone to their car after work," Chelsea points out, her stern face showing a hint of amusement. "But if that's what helps you sleep at night, who am I to argue?"
You don't react… much. You just busy yourself with the remnants of your plate pushed by your fork. She saw way too much already.
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Chelsea raises an eyebrow, her stern expression softening just slightly as she observes your obvious deflection.
"Four months of friendship that somehow got our CFO to have lunch with you three times this week alone," she points out matter-of-factly, her tone carrying that no-nonsense edge you've come to know well.
"That's different," you protest weakly, fiddling with your water glass. "We just happened to be free at the same time. And the cafeteria's always packed, so sharing a table makes sense."
"Mmh," Chelsea hums, clearly unconvinced. "And I suppose $t_them specifically waiting for you by the elevator this morning was just coincidence too?"
You swallow hard. Now, where the fuck did she hear this? You had been running late, and there $t_they was, holding the elevator despite the mild annoyance from other employees. $t_Their usual stoic expression had softened just a fraction when you rushed in, breathless and apologetic.
"$t_They's just being considerate," you insist, though your voice lacks conviction. "Besides, $namel probably asked $t_them to make sure I'm not late."
Chelsea actually lets out a small laugh at that. "Oh please, $namel may be a charmer, but $l_they doesn't ask $namet to personally escort every employee. That $t_boy doesn't do anything $t_they doesn't want to do, CEO's $t_son or not."
You open your mouth to argue further, but Chelsea's knowing look makes you slump in your chair instead. "We're just friends," you repeat, more to convince yourself than her. "Really good friends who... who happen to work together. That's all."
The look Chelsea gives you clearly says she's not buying it, but she mercifully drops the subject and returns to her lunch. Still, you can't help but think about $namet and wonder if maybe, just maybe, there could be more than friendship there.
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Chelsea's eyes light up with interest as she straightens in her chair, carefully setting down her glass. A small, knowing smile tugs at her lips while she considers her response.
"I've known $namet since $t_they started working here six years ago. $t_They's..." she pauses, choosing her words carefully. "…dedicated. Loyal. When $namet commits to something—or someone—I just know $t_they's the type to give it $t_their all."
She leans forward slightly, lowering her voice though you're alone in the break room. "Despite what most people think about $t_them being cold, I've seen moments where $t_they shows genuine care. Like when $t_their $l_father got sick last year. $namet rearranged $t_their entire schedule to check on $namel daily, while still managing the company's finances flawlessly."
You fidget with your glass, trying to appear casual despite your racing heart. "But what about... you know, as an actual partner?"
"$namet isn't the type for grand gestures like $t_their $l_father," Chelsea chuckles, likely remembering $namel's famous office pranks and charismatic speeches. "But $t_they notices things. Remember when you mentioned having a headache during that long meeting last month? I saw $t_them personally adjust the blinds and dim the lights without saying a word."
She pauses again, studying your face. "$t_They's also fiercely protective of $t_their private life. If—hypothetically speaking—$t_they were to pursue a relationship, it would be because $t_they's absolutely certain about $t_their feelings. $namet doesn't do things halfway."
"Though," she adds with a slight smirk. "I've never seen $t_them spend so much time on the 4th floor before you started working here. Nor have I seen $t_them actually join casual conversations like $t_they does with you. Hypothetically speaking, of course."
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Chelsea sets down her glass with a sharp tap, her stern expression softening just slightly. "And what makes you say that? From what I've seen these past months, that $t_man has shown more interest in you than anyone else in this company."
"$t_They's just being professional," you counter, but even to your own ears the words sound weak. "I mean, we work together often and–"
"Professional?" Chelsea interrupts with an arched brow. "Was it professional when $t_they brought you coffee every time $t_they was on $t_their way to $t_their $l_father's office? Or when $t_they specifically requested you to bring some important files because $t_they trusted you more than the senior staff available?"
You fidget with your napkin, remembering those moments. The way $namet would appear at your desk, two cups in hand, $t_their usual stoic expression betrayed by the slight softening around $t_their eyes when you'd thank $t_them. The casual brushes of $t_their hand against yours when passing documents, lingering a second too long to be purely accidental.
"Look," Chelsea continues, her voice taking on that no-nonsense tone you've come to know well. "I've worked here long enough to see $namet shoot down every attempt at personal connection. That $t_man has built walls higher than this building. But with you..." she pauses, studying your face. "With you, those walls seem a little lower."
"Maybe it's because of what happened with $namee," you suggest quietly. "$t_They probably just feels sorry for me."
Chelsea lets out a short, sharp laugh. "$namet Melth doesn't do pity. If $t_they's showing interest, it's genuine. That's one thing $t_they inherited from $namel—they're both straightforward and caring people, even if they show it differently."
You sink back in your chair, processing her words. Four months isn't a long time, but somehow $namet has become a constant in your life, $t_their quiet presence both comforting and confusing. Still, the doubt lingers, whispering that someone like $t_them couldn't possibly be interested in someone like you.
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Chelsea nearly spits her water, coughing slightly and looking at you with wide, startled eyes. Then, her expression shifts into one of complete seriousness, her brows furrowing.
"Absolutely not, certainly not $namel," she states firmly, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Listen, I've known $namel for years. $l_They's a good $l_man, an incredible $l_father, and yes, $l_they's charming when $l_they wants to be. But dating your boss? That's just asking for trouble."
She leans back in her chair, studying your face intently. "And before you try to deny it, I see how you look at $l_them. Four months isn't that long, but it's enough time to develop... feelings. Especially when $l_they lives close enough to see $l_them every morning and keeps showing up with $l_their infectious smile and playful attitude."
You swallow hard under her scrutiny.
"Look," Chelsea continues, her voice softening slightly. "$namel is like a golden retriever in human form. Boundless energy, absolutely no concept of personal space, and way too excited about everything sometimes. But mixing business with pleasure rarely ends well. Trust me, I've seen enough workplace relationships go south to last me a lifetime."
"I didn't mean…" you trail off, your gaze darting away with shrug. "I wasn't talking about me."
"Sure." She takes another sip of water before adding. She doesn't buy your bullshit at all.
You insist. "I wasn't talking about me."
"And I heard it the first time," she replies, a knowing smirk playing at her lips. "Though I have to admit, the way $l_they lights up when you're around is... interesting. But that's neither here nor there. The answer is still no, my husband is perfectly enough, and I suggest you keep things professional at work. Or at least, as professional as one can be with $namel Melth."
Your shoulders slacken and a long breath escapes your mouth. Easy to say.
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Chelsea's perfectly shaped eyebrow rises slightly, her stern expression softening into something knowing that makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat.
"Right," she drawls out, taking another sip of her water. "Because that's exactly what I meant when I brought up $namel."
"Chelsea," you warn, but there's no heat behind it.
"What? I didn't say anything," she says innocently, yet there's a glint in her eyes that tells you she's enjoying this far too much. "I find it interesting how quick you were to specify it would be platonic."
You groan, slouching in your chair. "$l_They's my boss."
"And your neighbor, and your friend," Chelsea points out matter-of-factly. "The same $l_man who brings you coffee every morning even though $l_they's supposed to be the boss, not your personal barista, who deliberately takes $l_their time going to $l_their office to have a small talk with you at your desk, and who lights up like a Christmas tree whenever you step into a room."
"That's just $namel being $namel," you protest weakly, your heart doing a little flip at the thought. "$l_They's naturally cheerful and friendly with everyone."
Chelsea gives you a look that clearly says she's not buying it. "I've known $namel for years. Trust me when I say this isn't $l_their usual behavior." She leans forward, her voice dropping slightly. "And I've seen how you look at $l_them when you think no one's watching."
"Four months isn't long enough to—" you start, but Chelsea cuts you off with a wave of her hand.
"Sometimes four minutes is all it takes," she says simply, reaching for her water again. "Just... think about it."
You sink further into your chair, wondering when lunch break became an interrogation about your non-existent love life with your chaotic but endearing boss.
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"A kid you seem fond of," Chelsea points out with a knowing smirk, making you roll your eyes at her observation. "Don't give me that look. I've known $namel for years, and I've never seen $l_them get along with someone as quickly as $l_they did with you. But I admit, it's amusing watching $l_them bounce around the office like an overexcited puppy whenever you're around."
"$l_They doesn't," you protest, but Chelsea's raised eyebrow makes you concede. "Okay, maybe a little. But can you blame $l_them? The other day $l_they literally spent twenty minutes showing me pictures of the new coffee machine $l_they bought, and told me how $l_they almost broke it on the first try."
Chelsea laughs, the sound warm and genuine. "That sounds exactly like $l_them. Four months of knowing $l_them—" you open your mouth but she doesn't let you say anything. "—and yes, I'm aware it's been a while $l_they's your neighbor, but I'm talking about <i>really</i> knowing $l_them. You're already wrapped around $l_their finger."
You purse your lips. You're not <i>that</i> wrapped around anything.
"It's nice though," she continues. "The office has been livelier since you joined, and $namel... well, let's just say $l_they needed someone who could handle $l_their energy without getting overwhelmed by it."
You fiddle with your glass, thinking about how quickly $namel had gone from being just your neighbor and boss to someone who could brighten your entire day with just $l_their presence.
"$l_They's exhausting sometimes," you admit with a small laugh. "But in the best way possible. Like a hurricane of positive energy that somehow makes everything better, even when $l_they's being absolutely ridiculous."
"Or especially when $l_they's being ridiculous," Chelsea corrects, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just don't tell $l_them I said that. I have a reputation to maintain."
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Chelsea's eyes widen slightly before a knowing smirk spreads across her face. She takes another sip of her water, clearly taking her time to think about her answer as she studies your expression. After what feels like an eternity, she sets down her glass.
"Depends if you're ready to handle an overgrown puppy and a shameless flirt at the same time," she says thoughtfully, leaning back in her chair. "I've known $namel for years now, and let me tell you, that $l_man is a walking contradiction. One minute $l_they's walking around the office like $l_they just had three espressos, the next $l_they's charming the pants off potential clients with that silver tongue of $l_theirs."
You fidget with your glass, trying to look casual. "That doesn't really answer my question."
"I'm getting there," Chelsea chuckles. "Look, in the four months you've been here, I've noticed how $l_they acts around you. It's... different. Softer, somehow. And considering you're also neighbors, you probably see that side of $l_them more than most."
She pauses, her expression growing more serious. "But I've also never seen $l_them maintain a relationship longer than a week. $l_They gets excited, jumps in headfirst, then..." she waves her hand vaguely. "It fizzles out. Whether that's because $l_they gets bored or because $l_they's protecting $l_themself, I honestly couldn't tell you."
Chelsea leans forward, her voice gentler. "What I do know is that $l_they seems genuinely fond of you. The way $l_they lights up when you enter a room, how $l_they always makes time for you despite $l_their crazy schedule... but who knows how that would translate into something more? Only you can decide if you're willing to find out."
You absorb her words, your heart doing a little flip in your chest. $namel has been nothing but sweet to you, but the thought of risking your friendship for something more is terrifying.
"Just think about it carefully," Chelsea adds with a small smile. "And maybe consider why you're asking this question in the first place."
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Chelsea stares at you with a raised eyebrow, putting down her glass with an audible thud that makes you blink. "Are you serious right now? $namel has been dragging $namet to every possible place since the $l_boy could walk. That $l_man would invite the entire office to spend Christmas with $l_them if $l_they could."
"I know, I know, but..." you trail off, thinking about the few times you've seen $namel and $namet together.
Despite $namet's stoic face and constant attempts to escape $l_their $l_father's affection, $namel always finds a way to rope $l_their $t_son into whatever activity $l_they has planned. Just last week, you caught them having lunch together, well, more like $namel showing up at $namet's office with takeout and refusing to leave until $l_their $t_son ate with $l_them.
"You do realize you're $l_their neighbor, right?" Chelsea continues, leaning back in her chair. "The same neighbor $l_they keeps 'accidentally' running into every morning just in hope to share breakfast with?"
"How do you know that…?" your brows furrow slightly as you straighten in your seat.
Chelsea offers you a deadpan look. "Who else other than $namel would brag about spending time with you?"
"…right."
"Besides," Chelsea adds with a knowing smile, "$namet mentioned yesterday that $l_their $l_father won't shut up about making Christmas special this year. Something about 'having a new friend to celebrate with'. $t_Their words, not mine."
You can't help but feel a warmth spread in your chest. The thought of spending Christmas with them, watching $namel try to coax a smile from $l_their serious $t_son while probably wearing some ridiculous holiday sweater, doesn't sound bad at all.
"You're overthinking this," Chelsea concludes, pushing your abandoned plate back toward you. "Just wait. I bet $l_they'll ask you before the week is over."
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Maxime stares at you for a long moment, their fork still pushing the pasta around. A slow smile grows on their face, different from their usual smug ones. "You're right, but that's not what I'm worried about."
"Then what is it?" you ask, genuinely curious.
They let out a dramatic sigh, leaning back on their chair. "Being a receptionist isn't bad, you know? The pay is decent, I get to wear my fancy outfits, and I can gossip all day long while doing my job. But..." they trail off, their confident posture deflating slightly. "It's…"
"But it's not what you want," you finish for them, understanding reflecting on your face.
"Exactly!" they exclaim, pointing their fork at you. "And sometimes I wonder if I should just... give up. Accept that maybe I'm not cut out for it. That maybe using people to get what I want isn't the right way."
You can't help but snort at that. "Since when do you care about using people being the right way or not?"
"Hey! I care!" they protest weakly, too weakly to be completely true, but there's a hint of amusement in their voice. "Just... not enough to stop, I guess. And I never used you, by the way. Well at first I tried, but it's in the past."
<<if $genuine3 == "yes">>"I know," you say softly. "You're my friend, Max. My ambitious, occasionally morally questionable friend who deserves that promotion."<<else>>"I know," you say softly, before adding with a hint of sarcasm. "Unfortunately, you're my friend, Max. My ambitious, occasionally morally questionable friend who maybe," you lift a finger. "Just maybe, deserves that promotion."<</if>>
Their eyes widen slightly before they burst into laughter. "Occasionally? More like constantly! But thanks, $name. I needed that." They straighten up, their usual confidence returning. "You're right. I'm not going to stop just because it's taking longer than expected. I mean, have you seen my designs? They're fan-tas-tic!"
"There's the Maxime I know," you huff a laugh, watching as they finally start eating their pasta with renewed enthusiasm.
"Besides," they add with a mischievous glint in their eyes, "I already have plans to convince the board during the next meeting. Did you know our dear CEO's $t_son has a weakness for green suits?"
You doubt it, but you're not about to dampen their mood. You smile fondly. "I don't want to know about your schemes."
"Too late! You're my best friend, you have to listen to all my evil plans!"
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Maxime scoffs, their fork clattering against the plate as they lean back in their chair. "You know me better than that by now, bestie. I've blackmailed three different managers just this year."
Their tone is light, but there's an undercurrent of frustration that compels you to study them with a contemplative look. Four months of friendship has taught you that Maxime rarely shows vulnerability, and when they do, it's usually tied to their ambitious goal of becoming a design director.
"Then why ask?" you take another bite, keeping your gaze steady on them.
They run a hand through their coily hair, messing up the carefully styled strands. "Because sometimes I wonder if I'm just being stubborn. Like, don't get me wrong, I love seeing people squirm when I remind them about their dirty little secrets." Their signature smug grin appears briefly before fading. "But maybe there's a reason I'm still stuck at reception despite knowing where all the bodies are buried."
"You mean besides the fact that you openly tell people you're blackmailing them?" you raise an eyebrow, earning a genuine laugh from them.
"Hey, transparency is important in the workplace!" they pick their fork back up, jabbing it in your direction. "But seriously... I've been watching you these past months. You got a fairly good place as <i>the</i> assistant, and yeah, sleeping with the boss and $l_their $t_son probably helped–"
You throw them a deadpan look. "Max."
"What? I'm just stating facts!" They wave their fork dismissively, their lips twitching in amusement. "But you also got there by being good at your job. Meanwhile, I'm collecting dirt on people like some corporate spy and still welcoming the same assholes who keep passing me over."
You observe them for a moment, noting how their usual confident posture has a slight slump to it. "You didn't answer my question though. Do you want to stop?"
Maxime stares at their pasta, twirling it absently. Finally, they look up with that familiar determined glint in their eyes. "No. No, I don't. I want that office with the pretentious glass walls and the ergonomic chair that probably costs more than my apartment. I want to be the one approving designs instead of just filing them if I get promoted in that area." Their voice grows stronger with each word. "I just... needed to hear myself say it out loud, I guess."
"Well then," you smile. "I'm sure there are plenty more managers with secrets you haven't discovered yet."
They beam at you, their energy visibly returning. "This is why you're my favorite person to manipulate. You actually understand me!"
"I thought you said you weren't manipulating me?" you remind them with a smirk.
"Details, details," they wave their hand dismissively, but their fond smile says more than their words.
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Maxime's fingers tighten around their fork, their usually confident posture tensing slightly. "I mean... yeah, sometimes," they admit with a small huff. "But being tired doesn't mean I should give up, right?"
"No, it doesn't," you agree, leaning back in your chair. "But maybe being tired means you need to change your approach? You've been doing this for a year, using every connection you could make except me."
That makes them roll their eyes good-naturedly. "Oh please, you're my bestie. Using you would be like... betraying the sacred bonds of friendship!" they declare dramatically, placing a hand over their heart. But their playful expression quickly morphs into something more thoughtful. "Though I guess you have a point about changing approach."
"See?" you gesture with your fork. "You're brilliant at what you do, Max. I've seen your designs when you showed them to me last week. But maybe instead of trying to prove yourself to the boss directly, you could do something else. Or just taking a break."
They tap their chin with their index, their food momentarily forgotten. "But wouldn't that be like admitting defeat?"
"Would it though?" you challenge gently. "Sometimes taking a step back helps you jump further."
Maxime stares at you for a long moment before groaning dramatically. "When did you get so wise? It's annoying," they complain, but their eyes sparkle with renewed determination. "But fine, maybe I'll take a tiny break. Just... don't tell anyone I'm considering your advice. I have a reputation to maintain."
"Of being a stubborn pain in the ass?" you tease.
"Exactly!" they beam proudly. "Though seriously... thanks. For not just telling me to keep pushing blindly or to give up entirely. It's... nice having someone who actually thinks about what's best for me."
"That's what friends are for," you shrug, smiling. "Now eat your pasta before it gets cold. And yes, your outfit looks good on you."
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"Did you really just ask me that?" they deadpan, their fork clattering against their plate as they point it at you accusingly. "Four months of hearing me complaining about this job and you're asking me that?"
You can't help but chuckle at their dramatic reaction. "I meant it differently. Sure, being a receptionist isn't your end goal, but you're good at it. Like, ridiculously good at it. Remember when you managed to convince that asshole client to reschedule their meeting without them realizing you were manipulating them?"
They preen at the praise, a smug smile growing on their face. "Well, what can I say? I'm just that good."
"Exactly. And you're using that position to your advantage," you continue, stabbing a piece of pasta with your fork. "You know everything that happens in the company, who comes and goes, what projects are in motion. You've built connections with everyone, from the janitor to the CEO $l_themself." You pause. "Just a little bit, though. $namel is harder to have in your pocket from what I've seen."
Maxime's eyes narrow thoughtfully. "...I see where you're going with this."
"Being a receptionist right now doesn't make you any less capable of becoming a design director," you point out. "If anything, it gives you an edge. You know the company inside out, you understand how things work at every level. Plus, didn't you tell me last week that you're already unofficially helping with some designs?"
"Three projects," they confirm with a proud grin. "The team leads keep coming to me for input."
"See? You're already doing director work without the title. Keep that up, keep building your portfolio, and keep being the devious mastermind you are," you say. "Just maybe don't manipulate everyone?"
They snort, rolling their eyes. "Please, manipulation is such an ugly word. I prefer to call it strategic social engineering."
"Of course you do," you laugh, shaking your head fondly. "My point is, your current position doesn't define you. It's just a stepping stone. And honestly? You're turning that stepping stone into a damn good launch pad."
Their smile turns genuine, warmth replacing the earlier frustration in their eyes. "You know what, $name? For someone who's only known me for four months, you really get me."
"Well, someone has to keep you grounded while you plot your way to the top," you shoot back, earning yourself a napkin thrown at your face.
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Maxime stops playing with their food, their eyes widening slightly as they stare at you. You can see the exact moment when they process your words. Their shoulders straighten up and a small smile tugs at their lips before they try to school their expression into something more controlled.
"Even if I use people?" they challenge, but there's a hint of vulnerability in their voice that they rarely show.
You lean back in your chair, maintaining eye contact. "Max, in the four months I've known you, you've never actually hurt anyone with your schemes. Sure, you sweet-talk people into helping you and maybe manipulate situations to your advantage, but I've also seen you stay late to help the cleaning staff when they were short-handed. You brought soup to Killian when she was sick, even though she's one of your 'competitors' for the position."
They duck their head, but not before you catch the pleased flush on their cheeks. "That's different. Killian's good at her job, and the cleaning staff works hard."
"And that's exactly why I'm supporting you," you point out, gesturing with your fork. "You're ambitious, but you're not cruel about it. You know the difference between playing the game and being malicious. Besides," you add with a shrug. "Watching you charm your way through office politics is honestly entertaining, especially coming from someone who's not fond of romance like you."
Maxime snorts, their usual confidence seeping back into their posture. "Well, someone has to make things interesting around here. It can't all be boring meetings and spreadsheets."
"Exactly. And who better than the future design director?" you raise your water glass in a mock toast.
Their eyes sparkle with renewed determination as they clink their glass against yours. "You know what? You're right. I've come too far to give up now. Just wait until you see what I have planned for the next project presentation."
"Should I be worried?"
"Please," they scoff, flipping their hair dramatically. "You should be excited. After all, my trusted bestie, you get front row seats to what will hopefully be my greatest performance yet."
You can't help but laugh at their theatrics. Maxime might be calculating and manipulative when it comes to their career goals, but they're also genuine in their friendship with you, and that's worth supporting through whatever schemes they cook up next.
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Leaning against the back of your seat, you observe Maxime, debating with yourself if you should spill something or not. Four months is a long time to be friends, but is it enough to embarrass yourself? You speak before you can linger on that thought.
"I broke down in an alleyway."
Their eyes widen as they choke on their food, coughing and thumping their chest with their fist a couple of times before sputtering. "What?"
"I broke down in an alleyway on my day off," you repeat, suddenly feeling both self-conscious and amused by their reaction. "Not my proudest moment, mind you; my clothes were ruined, and I'm sure people could smell me from a mile. And it wasn't perfume they were smelling, trust me."
They stay frozen in place, a complicated and hesitant expression shifting on their face. "Sorry, I don't… I don't know if I should laugh or reassure you right now."
"I promise I won't break down again if you laugh," you reassure them with a snort as your shoulders relax slowly when they bark a laugh.
Then, with a surprised yet amused look. "Why the fuck did you break down? In an alley at that?? At least do it with class."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Oh sorry, you're right, I should've leaned against the wall and looked at the sky in a very pretty way," you scoff, though there's no heat in your voice.
"Exactly," they agree with an enthusiastic nod. "But seriously, what happened?"<<else>>"How the hell do I do that?" you chuckle.
"No clue," they answer with a snort before waving dismissively. "But seriously, what happened?"<</if>>
Their light tone is laced with concern, but this moment feels more like gossiping between friends than falling into that reassuring pattern for hours. It's a relief because, while you appreciate people worrying about your well-being and checking in on you, sometimes just talking casually about it can be healing in its own way.
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*[["I was with someone, right?" you start, scrunching your nose. "It was supposed to be a normal date, but they started rambling about their life, and guess what? They started talking about going to their place, like, what the fuck?"|Chap3C62.MA7]]
*[["A dating app, that's what happened," you grimace with a chuckle. "If I knew it would end with me ugly crying in a dirty alley, I would've avoided it."|Chap3C62.MA8]]
*[[You scowl at the memories. "An asshole thought touching me would be okay."|Chap3C62.MA9]]
*[[You hum noncommittally. "Had a date. That person clearly didn't know about personal space."|Chap3C62.MA10]]
*[["No, what happened doesn't matter," you say with a mock-offended look. "How I looked that day does. I was sharing my snot with every ant on the ground! That was disgusting."|Chap3C62.MA11]]
Maxime leans in, their interest piqued. "And?"
You roll your eyes. "So we start off okay, just talking about the usual stuff—work, hobbies, the weather, you know, the whole boring stuff. Then out of nowhere, $s_they start rambling about $s_their life like $s_they's auditioning for a reality show. I'm just sitting there like, 'Wow, this is… riveting'."
Maxime snorts, trying to stifle their laughter. "Sounds like a thrilling date."
"Right? But then, it gets weirder. $s_They start talking about how they want me to come over to $s_their place. Like, excuse me? Who does that on a first date? I mean, I'm not judging people being horny, but we hadn't even talked about the favorite pizza toppings yet. Make it make sense at least. I'm not ready to meet your cat just yet."
"Wow, bold move," Maxime chimes in, a grimace on their face despite being clearly entertained. "So, did you go?"
"Of course not!" you sputter with wide eyes, your face saying 'are you serious?'. "I'm not about to walk into a potential horror movie scenario. But here's where it gets really awkward," you continue, your tone lightening even more. "So, $s_they lean over to touch my arm, and I'm like, 'Whoa, buddy, personal space' I mean, I'm all for being friendly, but there's a limit, you know?"
Maxime bursts out laughing, shaking their head in disbelief. "What kind of date is this?"
"Apparently, the kind that ends with me ugly crying in a dirty alley." you wrinkle your nose. "I tried to brush it off, but as soon as I stepped outside, I just felt overwhelmed. I mean, the whole thing was just a disaster waiting to happen. And before I knew it, I'm in this alley looking like a mess."
"That's a rough scene," Maxime chuckles, but you can tell they're genuinely sympathetic. "But hey, at least you didn't get stuck in the friend zone or anything."
"True," you agree, waving your hand dismissively. "But let's be real, I was sharing my snot with every ant on the ground. I mean, can you imagine? I could've done without that whole experience."
Maxime shakes their head, still chuckling, and you can't help but sigh with a shrug. "So that's what happened."
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Maxime leans in, their interest piqued, eyebrows raised. "Oh, this sounds juicy. So, what went wrong?"
You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "So, we met up at this cheap restaurant. <<if $dateothers == "no">>I wanted to cancel the date, right? But that $s_man didn't even let me talk, so I found myself sitting at our table.<</if>> Everything seemed fine at first, you know? The usual small talk, trying to figure out if there's any chemistry, even if $s_they was the only one to do the talking. But then, $s_they just started rambling about $s_their life. Like, it was a monologue I didn't sign up for. I mean, I get it—everyone has their story, their struggles—but it was like I was sitting there listening to a TED Talk instead of enjoying a date."
Maxime nods, their expression a mix of sympathy and amusement. "I've been there, trust me. Some people just don't know when to hit the brakes. That's why romance isn't my thing."
"Exactly! And it wasn't just the talking," you continue, frustration creeping into your voice. "$s_They started touching my arm, you know, like trying to be all intimate and personal. I get that some people are touchy-feely, but there's a line, right? I wasn't feeling it, and it just made everything worse. I mean, I was sitting there thinking, 'What is happening? This isn't a therapy session; it's a date!'"
"Yikes," Maxime responds, clearly empathizing. "That's a recipe for disaster. So, you just… left?"
"Pretty much. I tried to be polite at first, but then it got overwhelming. I could feel the panic creeping in, so I just bolted out the door and found myself wandering into an alleyway. I guess I thought I could collect myself there or something."
Maxime winces. "And that's when the breakdown happened?"
You nod, a bitter smile on your lips. "Yeah, it was just one of those moments where everything hit me at once. The embarrassment of the date, the feeling of being trapped, and just like that, I was on the ground, ugly crying. I was a mess, and I swear, if someone had walked by, they would have thought I was a total lunatic."
"God, that's rough," Maxime says, their tone softening, but there's still a hint of amusement in their eyes. "But honestly, we've all been there. Just remember that next time you're on a date, you don't have to put up with anyone's shit. Your comfort comes first."
"Right?" you reply, feeling a bit lighter. "Next time, I'll just stick to my movies and snacks instead of risking a public meltdown."
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Maxime raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh, this sounds juicy. Do tell."
"Right?" you lean in, lowering your voice as if you're about to divulge a scandalous secret. "So, I was on this date—totally normal at first. We met up, and $s_they were just rambling on about $s_their life, like $s_they thought I was $s_their therapist or something. <<if $dateothers == "no">>I wanted to cancel the date at first. But that $s_man didn't even let me talk, so I found myself sitting at that table, listening to $s_their ramble.<</if>> I mean, I get it, everyone wants to share their story, but come on, there's a limit."
"Sounds like a classic app date," Maxime interjects, nodding knowingly.
"Exactly! So, as $s_they're blabbing away, $s_they start inching closer, like $s_they think it's all romantic or whatever. And then, out of nowhere, $s_they put their hand on me, and I'm just like, 'What the actual fuck?' I mean, who does that without any kind of signal? It was so uncomfortable."
Maxime leans back in their chair, arms crossed, a smirk forming on their lips. "Let me guess, you didn't signal $s_them to keep going?"
"Not at all!" you click your tongue, already annoyed just by remembering it. "I was still trying to process how I went from listening to $s_their bullshit to having this random person acting like $s_they owned my personal space. So, I kinda just froze for a second, hoping $s_they'd get the hint. Spoiler alert: $s_they fucking didn't."
"And that's when you made your grand exit?" they ask, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Mh, I stood up and bolted. Next thing I know, I'm in this alleyway, ugly crying like a total mess. I mean, it was literally the worst scene. There I was, snot running down my face, feeling like a complete idiot. I can only imagine what the people walking by thought."
Maxime bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying your misadventure. "Well, at least you didn't break down in a fancy restaurant or something. That would've been way worse."
You can't help but chuckle along with them, the absurdity of the situation making it all feel a little lighter. "True, but I still felt like I could've used a solid exit strategy. Lesson learned, I guess."
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Maxime raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh really? Do tell."
You take a sip of your drink, collecting your thoughts before diving in. "So, we started off at this cheap restaurant, right? Everything seemed normal. $s_They were… a bit overwhelming, never letting me finish a sentence, always cutting me off. $s_They started talking about $s_their life—like, all the boring details. The kind of stuff you share with someone after you've been dating for months, not on the first date."
Maxime nods, a smirk creeping onto their face as they listen intently. "The classic 'let me tell you about my boring job' spiel?"
"Yeah. And then, $s_they started getting a little too touchy-feely. Like, I'm all for a little flirting, but there's a line, you know? One minute I'm listening to $s_their ramble, and the next, $s_their hand is on me like we're already in a relationship or something."
Maxime's eyes widen, leaning in closer. "No way! That's a hard pass. So, what did you do?"
You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head. "I tried to signal that it was too much, but $s_they just kept going. It was so fucking awkward. I felt trapped—like I was on a bad reality show. At one point, I just couldn't take it anymore."
"What did you do?" they ask, practically on the edge of their seat.
"I bolted. I ended up in an alleyway, feeling completely ridiculous, and then I just started crying. Like, full-on ugly crying. I was a mess," you huff. "My clothes were ruined, and I'm pretty sure I scared off a few rats in the process."
Maxime bursts out laughing, unable to contain themselves. "You're telling me you had a dramatic alleyway breakdown after a date? If only I had known, I would've come to witness the spectacle."
You can't help but laugh along, the absurdity of it all washing over you. "Yeah, well, lessons learned. Next time, I'll just stick to my movies and snacks. Way less traumatic."
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Maxime bursts into laughter, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh c'mon, that's not the worst thing I've heard. But seriously, you had a date that ended with you ugly crying in an alley?"
You can't help but chuckle at their enthusiasm. "Yeah, well, it was a disaster. So I'm sitting there, right? This person is rambling on about their life, talking a mile a minute, and I'm just nodding along, trying to be polite. But honestly, all I could think about was how badly I needed to escape."
"Did $s_they at least buy you dinner?" Maxime asks, a teasing grin on their face.
"Dinner? Ha! No, I left before. We met at this cheap restaurant, and then," you continue, rolling your eyes. "$s_They started touching my arm like we were best friends or something. I'm just sitting there, thinking, 'Dude, personal space, ever heard of it?' Like, I don't need you to invade my bubble while you're talking about your life story."
Maxime leans in, clearly invested in the drama. "And that was your breaking point?"
"Pretty much," you huff, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "I just got up and left right then and there. No excuses, no explanations, just straight-up bolted. I ended up in that alley, and let's just say the sobbing was not pretty. I was a mess, I'm sure I scared off a few passersby with my snotty breakdown. It was like a horror show, but not the fun kind."
Maxime shakes their head, trying to stifle their laughter. "I wish I could've seen that. You, crying in an alley like a tragic heroine."
"Yeah, well, it wasn't my proudest moment," you say as you grimace, but the corners of your mouth are tugging upward. "Next time, I'll just stick to my couch and binge-watch some terrible rom-com instead."
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Maxime shakes their head, amused yet offended on your behalf, and straightening their back as they take a sip of their water. Their free hand waves in the air in a dismissive way. "Anyway, Christmas is coming soon, huh?"
"Mmh," you nod, grabbing a napkin to wipe your hands before pushing your tray aside to rest your crossed arms on the flat surface. "Have you planned anything?"
"Family dinner and all that jazz," they roll their eyes despite the fond smile playing on their lips. "And you?"
You ignore the wide grin they're throwing at you and the way they wiggle their brows in a silly way, sliding your attention pointedly to the window. "I don't know yet."
"Are you gonna date any other people?" they lean forward, resting their chin on their palm with that typical mischievous glint in their eyes.
"Dating?" you turn back to them with a raised brow.
"Yeah, what else? It's the perfect time to meet someone and fall in love like those Christmas rom-com," they sigh dreamily, though you can tell they're just being dramatic for the sake of it.
"Funny you say that when you avoid everyone who try to be close to you," you point out with a knowing smirk.
"Not the same. Except you, I don't trust people not to fall in love with me at first sight," they flip their long hair, batting their eyelashes exaggeratedly. "No, really. Look at me."
"Ah, right, my bad, I thought you were just Maxime, but it seems like I was mistaken," you deadpan, though amusement colors your tone.
"Duh," they stick their tongue out childishly as their expression turns serious again. "But seriously, no dating? No romance? No nothing?"
<<if $dateothers == "yes">>"It's not that I don't want to," you trail off, fingers absently tracing patterns on the table as memories of $namee flash through your mind—$e_their laugh, $e_their smile, the way $e_they'd surprise you with random dates. Your chest tightens. "I just..."
"Just?" Maxime's voice softens, their usual playfulness giving way to genuine concern as they notice your change in demeanor.
<<if $guiltydate == "yes">>You swallow hard, trying to find the right words. The guilt gnaws at you, the mere thought of being with someone else feels like betrayal, even though rationally you know $namee would want you to be happy.
"It feels too soon," you finally manage. "The idea of dating... it's not that I'm opposed to it, but..." you trail off, shrugging helplessly. "You know."
Maxime reaches across the table, briefly squeezing your hand, though a bit awkwardly. Their usual dramatic flair is replaced by genuine concern and a slight grimace, clearly not comfortable. "Hey, no pressure. I didn't mean to bring up anything heavy. We can talk about something else. Like how Jane almost spilled coffee all over Mr. Ferret's new suit this morning. Now that was a sight worth seeing."
You offer them a grateful smile, appreciating their attempt to lighten the mood. Some wounds need more time to heal, and Maxime seems to understand that without you having to explain.<<elseif $guiltydate == "dunno">>You swallow hard, forcing a small smile. "I don't know if I should, you know? If I'm... ready. Or if it's right to even think about it."
Maxime shifts uncomfortably in their seat, clearly wrestling with how to respond. They open their mouth, close it, then try again. "Listen, I'm shit at this whole... feelings thing. But..." they fidget with their sleeve. "$namee wouldn't want you to... um, beat yourself up about moving forward? I mean..." They grimace at their own words, running a hand through their coily hair in frustration. "Fuck, I'm making this worse, aren't I?"
You can't help but let out a weak chuckle at their obvious distress. "No, you're not. I appreciate the effort."
"Yeah, well," they mumble, reaching across the table to awkwardly pat your hand. "Just... don't force yourself either way, okay? Take your time or whatever people say in these situations."
You can't help but chuckle at their clumsy attempt at comfort. "Thanks, Max."<<elseif $guiltydate == "no">>You manage a small, sad smile. "It'll be my first Christmas without him. It's just... weird, you know?" You shrug, trying to keep your tone light despite the heaviness in your chest. "$namee loved Christmas. $e_They'd start planning ridiculous dates from November."
Maxime shifts uncomfortably in their seat, their hands fidgeting with their napkin. "Oh. Right. Sorry, I didn't..." they clear their throat, clearly struggling to find the right words. "That... sucks?" They wince at their own attempt at comfort. "I mean, it's… well..."
You can't help but chuckle at their awkwardness. "Yeah, it does suck." You straighten up, shaking off the melancholy. "But hey, maybe you're right. Could be nice to meet someone new. Just... different this year."
"Different is good!" they latch onto the shift in conversation with visible relief. "Different is... uh, progress? That's what my therapist would say. Not that I have one. Or need one." They stop, realizing they're rambling. "Never mind that. Forget I said anything about therapist."
You can't help but chuckle at their clumsy attempt at comfort. "Thanks, Max."<<else>>You shake your head. "I can't seem to move on, that's all."
Maxime shifts uncomfortably in their seat, clearly wrestling with how to respond. They open their mouth, close it, then try again. "Listen, I'm shit at this whole... feelings thing. But..." they fidget with their sleeve, "You do you, right...? It's okay to take time and… uh, well…" They grimace at their own words, running a hand through their coily hair in frustration. "Fuck, I'm making this worse, aren't I?"
You can't help but let out a weak chuckle at their obvious distress. "No, you're not. I appreciate the effort."
"Yeah, well," they mumble, reaching across the table to awkwardly pat your hand. "Just... don't force yourself either way, okay? Take your time or whatever people say in these situations."
You can't help but chuckle at their clumsy attempt at comfort. "Thanks, Max."<</if>><<elseif $dateothers == "dunno">>"It's not that I don't want to," you trail off, fingers absently tracing patterns on the table as memories of $namee flash through your mind—$e_their laugh, $e_their smile, the way $e_they'd surprise you with random dates. Your chest tightens. "I just..."
"Just?" Maxime's voice softens, their usual playfulness giving way to genuine concern as they notice your change in demeanor.
"I dunno," you finally say with a scrunch of your nose. "Genuinely don't know."
"Oh," they blink, then, a grin spreads on their lips. "Heh, who cares anyway, right? You don't need anyone to spend a nice Christmas."
You offer them a smile, appreciating lightness in the subtle tension in the air. It'll be your first Christmas without $namee and you don't know how to feel, but at least you have Maxime to cheer you up without even knowing how their words and bright smile help you alleviate your worries.<<elseif $dateothers == "no">>"I won't date anyone," you say quietly, fingers absently tracing patterns on the table's surface.
"Yeah? Why's that? It'd be nice for you to meet people, not necessarily to date, y'know?" Maxime leans back in their chair, their usually sharp eyes now filled with genuine curiosity.
<<if $guiltydate to "yes">>You feel your throat tighten, memories of $namee flashing through your mind. "It's... not that simple," you manage, forcing a small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. "It's never simple."
Maxime's expression shifts, their usual confident demeanor faltering as realization dawns on them. "Oh. Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... you know, with $namee and..." they trail off awkwardly, their hand making vague gestures in the air. "…all that."
"It's fine," you assure them, though your voice remains quiet. "You didn't know me back then."
They fidget with their fork, clearly uncomfortable but trying their best. "Listen, I'm not... good at this whole comfort thing, but..." they clear their throat. "You don't have to do
anything you're not ready for. And if anyone gives you shit about it, I'll personally make their life hell at work."
A genuine chuckle escapes you at their threat. "Thanks, Max."
"Yeah, well," they shrug, attempting to lighten the mood. "That's what besties are for, right? Making people miserable for each other?"
"That's definitely not how friendship works."<<elseif $guiltydate == "dunno">>"I… don't know," you shake your head with a small shrug.
They fidget with their fork, clearly uncomfortable but trying their best. "Listen, I'm not... good at this whole comfort thing, but..." they clear their throat. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for. And if anyone gives you shit about it, I'll personally make their life hell at work."
A genuine chuckle escapes you at their threat. "Thanks, Max."
"Yeah, well," they shrug, attempting to lighten the mood. "That's what besties are for, right? Making people miserable for each other?"
"That's definitely not how friendship works."< <<elseif $guiltydate == "no">>A sad smile tugs at your lips as you meet their gaze. "It'll be my first Christmas without him," you say softly, watching understanding dawn on their face. "It's just... weird, thinking about celebrating without $namee. I'm not really ready yet."
Maxime shifts uncomfortably in their chair, their usual confidence faltering as they struggle to find the right words. "Oh. Right. Sorry, I didn't..." they trail off, running a hand through their coily hair. "Shit, I'm bad at this," they mutter, then straighten up. "You know what? Fuck Christmas rom-coms anyway. They're overrated. And if anyone tries to set you up, I'll... I'll just tell them you're dating me or something."
You can't help but chuckle at their clumsy attempt at comfort. "Thanks, Max."<<else>>"I just don't want to," you offer a small smile with a shrug.
They fidget with their fork, clearly uncomfortable but trying their best. "Listen, I'm not... good at this whole comfort thing, but..." they clear their throat. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for. And if anyone gives you shit about it, I'll personally make their life hell at work."
A genuine chuckle escapes you at their threat. "Thanks, Max."
"Yeah, well," they shrug, attempting to lighten the mood. "That's what besties are for, right? Making people miserable for each other?"
"That's definitely not how friendship works."<</if>><</if>>
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<<if $romanceroute == "L">>"Okay, I gotta ask—feel free to tell me to fuck off, but…" they tilt their head, curiosity glimmering in their hazel eyes. "What about $namel?"
You freeze in your chair, staring at them like they've grown a second head. "What about $l_them?"
Noticing your tense body, you force yourself to relax. There's nothing weird about their question; no need to act weird. You're completely normal. Your relationship with your boss is completely normal too.
"You don't want to spend Christmas with our charming boss?" they question in puzzlement, as if it was obvious you'd want to relax with your boss during holidays.
You play dumb with an awkward smile. "$namel?"
"Is there another CEO here?" they cock their brow, narrowing their eyes at your strange behavior, but not calling you out on it… for now.
Not having any excuse in mind yet, you laugh like they just told you the best joke ever, the sound ringing in the cafeteria—fake and forced. You're so caught off guard by the question that you don't have time to gather your wits. "Why would I spend Christmas with $l_them?"
"Mh," they ignore your words, adding. "I'm sure $l_they's gonna invite you anyway."
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*[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly, and out of nowhere. "Would you date your boss?"|Chap3C62.MA14]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Don't get my hopes up," you huff a laugh. "Because he's my type of chaos—as a friend," you quickly say, before clearing your throat. "The point is, I wouldn't mind spending Christmas with him—in a platonic way."|Chap3C62.MA15]]<<else>>[["Don't get my hopes up," you huff a laugh. "Because she's my type of chaos—as a friend," you quickly say, before clearing your throat. "The point is, I wouldn't mind spending Christmas with her—in a platonic way."|Chap3C62.MA15]]<</if>>
*[[You pass a hand across your face. "Maybe? I have no idea. I feel like it'd feed the rumor spreading about us."|Chap3C62.MA16]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[["Would Leon be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.MA17]]<<else>>[["Would Luna be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.MA17]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[You smile softly. "I doubt he'd invite me. I'm his friend but… well, maybe he'd rather spend Christmas with his kid."|Chap3C62.MA18]]<<else>>[[You smile softly. "I doubt she'd invite me. I'm her friend but… well, maybe she'd rather spend Christmas with her kid."|Chap3C62.MA18]]<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>"Okay, I gotta ask; feel free to tell me to fuck off, but…" they tilt their head, curiosity glimmering in their hazel eyes. "What about $namet?"
You blink at them, scratching your neck as you tilt your head. You're not sure where they're going with this. "What about $t_them?"
Staring at you for a moment, scrutinizing every inch of your face, Maxime narrows their eyes like they're trying to know if you're dumb or acting dumb. "You don't want to spend Christmas with our stoic CFO?"
"What? Why would…" you trail off as you lower your hand back to your side.
You won't lie; you thought about it. Maybe it'd be nice to spend Christmas with your stoic friend, maybe $t_they'd accept if you just ask, maybe you could plan something together. That type of thought swirled in your mind more times than you can count. But in the end you didn't do anything about it, too scared of the answer $t_they might reserve for you.
Their deadpan look elicits a sigh from you as your gaze darts away.
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*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly, and out of nowhere. "Would you date him?"|Chap3C62.MA13T1]]<<else>>[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly, and out of nowhere. "Would you date her?"|Chap3C62.MA13T1]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["I'm sure he has better things to do than spend Christmas with me," you huff a laugh.|Chap3C62.MA13T2]]<<else>>[["I'm sure she has better things to do than spend Christmas with me," you huff a laugh.|Chap3C62.MA13T2]]<</if>>
*[[You pass a hand across your face. "I don't know… We're not that close… I think?"|Chap3C62.MA13T3]]
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["Would Leon be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.MA13T4]]<<else>>[["Would Luna be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.MA13T4]]<</if>>
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[You smile softly. "I was thinking about inviting him, but… that'd be weird, right? We're friends now, but it's not like we really know much about each other…"|Chap3C62.MA13T5]]<<else>>[[You smile softly. "I was thinking about inviting her, but… that'd be weird, right? We're friends now, but it's not like we really know much about each other…"|Chap3C62.MA13T5]]<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "J">>"Okay, I gotta ask; feel free to tell me to fuck off, but…" they tilt their head, curiosity glimmering in their hazel eyes. "What about Ekissa?"
You watch them in puzzlement. "What about $j_them?"
"You don't want to spend Christmas with your bestie—not me," they shrug in that smug way of theirs. "Obviously, duh," they pause, searching for another word to make their point before giving up as they continue. "But your other bestie?"
"There were only one bestie to begin with," you remind them with a good-natured roll of your eyes.
"That doesn't answer my question," they press.
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*[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly, and out of nowhere. "Would you date Ekissa?"|Chap3C62.MA13J1]]
*[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly. "Okay, imagine you're catching feelings for someone, but that someone is oblivious no matter what you do. What would you do?"|Chap3C62.MA13J2]]
*[[You pass a hand across your face. "Probably? I don't know; we didn't have time to talk about it."|Chap3C62.MA13J3]]
*[["Would Eki be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.MA13J4]]
*<<if $genderroj == "man">>[[You smile softly. "If he's not too busy with his gigs, maybe? We never know, he's the most busy during holidays."|Chap3C62.MA13J5]]<<else>>[[You smile softly. "If she's not too busy with her gigs, maybe? We never know, she's the most busy during holidays."|Chap3C62.MA13J5]]<</if>><<elseif $romanceroute == "A">>"Okay, I gotta ask; feel free to tell me to fuck off, but…" they tilt their head, curiosity glimmering in their hazel eyes. "What about Athiel?"
The response is immediate as you snort. "What about $a_them?"
"You don't want to spend Christmas with the model?" Maxime cocks a brow quizzically.
A surprised bark of laughter escapes you. You've never heard something so funny. As if the model would want to spend holidays with <i>you</i>. "Athiel? Wanting to spend Christmas with me? You're asking the wrong person here, Max."
"Why?" they frown, not understanding when it should be obvious you and Athiel don't have this kind of relationship… you think? And as if seeing right through you, Maxime's lips stretch in a mischievous smirk. "Should I spend it with $a_them then?"
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "We both know you won't, and if you do, it's probably to plot something or somewhat use $a_them to your advantage for the company."
"Not an answer," they deadpan.
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*[[You hesitate for a moment before asking not-so-subtly, and out of nowhere. "Would you date someone like Athiel?"|Chap3C62.MA13A1]]
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[["It'd be a nightmare for him, so no, I don't think he'd want that," you huff a laugh.|Chap3C62.MA13A2]]<<else>>[["It'd be a nightmare for her, so no, I don't think she'd want that," you huff a laugh.|Chap3C62.MA13A2]]<</if>>
*[[You pass a hand across your face. "You met Athiel only once, but I'm sure you know our relationship is definitely not the best."|Chap3C62.MA13A3]]
*[["Would Athiel be a good partner? Hypothetically speaking, I mean," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, but you don't take them back.|Chap3C62.MA13A4]]
*[[You smile softly. "I wouldn't mind it; I think it's Athiel who'd mind it and would refuse if I asked."|Chap3C62.MA13A5]]<</if>>
Maxime chokes on their water, coughing dramatically before staring at you with wide eyes. "Me? Dating $namel?" They burst into laughter, drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables. "Oh honey, no. First, I don't do dating, you know that. Second," they gesture vaguely with their fork. "$l_They's not even looking my way when you're in the same room."
"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask, though you have a pretty good idea given $namel's constant flirting.
"Please," they roll their eyes with a knowing smirk. "The $l_man practically lights up every time you walk into $l_their office. And don't get me started on how $l_they 'coincidentally' takes $l_their breaks when you do." They make air quotes with their fingers. "Also, living close to $l_them? That's some rom-com setup right there."
"You watch too many movies," you counter.
"Maybe," they shrug, twirling their pasta. "But I'm not blind. The way $l_they looks at you when you're focused on work? The random coffee $l_they brings you? The 'casual' touching?" They wiggle their eyebrows. "If I didn't know better, I'd say our dear CEO is smitten."
You wave your hand dismissively. "You're reading too much into it."
"Am I though?" They lean forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're the one who brought $l_them up in our conversation about dating. Interesting, isn't it?"
You open your mouth to protest, but they're not entirely wrong. $namel has been a constant presence in your thoughts lately, and not just because $l_they's your boss or neighbor.
Maxime grins triumphantly at your silence. "That's what I thought. But hey, I'm just the observant bestie who happens to notice these things while definitely not participating in any romance myself."
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Maxime leans back in their chair, an amused glint in their eyes as they watch you. "Type of chaos? That's a new way to describe our dear CEO." They twirl their fork in what's left of their pasta. "But I do confess, watching you two interact is like seeing two kids in a playground sometimes. All that back-and-forth banter and those little games you play."
"Says the one who orchestrates elaborate schemes just to get ahead," you counter with a pointed look. "And living across from each other makes it easy to become friends if you ask me. You try having $namel show up at your door at random hours with takeout and $l_their ridiculous bad jokes, and tell me you wouldn't end up friends too."
"Oh, I'd slam the door in $l_their face," they say matter-of-factly, but their grin betrays their amusement. "But you? You actually enjoy $l_their company. Four months of working together, and you two act like you've known each other for years."
"We did, in a way. It's been years we're neighbors," you shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. "$l_They makes things interesting. Remember that time when $l_they reorganized the entire break room just to spell out '$namet needs to smile more' with the furniture?"
"And $namet just stood there, looking like $t_they was contemplating whether to fire $t_their own $l_father or not," Maxime cackles. "But seriously though, platonic Christmas with the CEO? That's going to feed so many office rumors."
"Like I care about rumors at this point," you wave dismissively. "People will talk no matter what. Besides, $namel's friendship is worth more than what any Karen might think about us having secret midnight rendezvous or whatever wild story they've cooked up this week."
Maxime raises their water glass in agreement. "Fair enough. Just remember to tell me all the juicy details if $l_they does invite you. I need something to entertain me during my family dinner."
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Maxime's eyes widen a fraction before a knowing smirk spreads across their face. They lean back in their chair, crossing their arms. "Oh? Hypothetically speaking, of course," they drawl, clearly enjoying this turn of conversation. "Well, let's see... $l_They's successful, obviously, but that's not what makes $l_them interesting, right?"
You nod, prompting them to continue their analysis. After all, if anyone could give an unbiased opinion about romance while keeping things practical, it would be Maxime.
"$l_They's caring," they tap their chin thoughtfully. "I've seen how $l_they takes care of people—like offering Chelsea her favorite coffee or giving a day off when someone's having a rough day. And $l_they's genuinely kind about it, not just doing it for show."
"True," you agree, thinking about all the times $namel has surprised you with little gestures, from having your favorite snacks ready for late meetings to sending you home early when you looked tired.
"Plus," Maxime continues, gesturing with their fork. "$l_They's got that whole charming <<if $genderrol == "man">>dad<<else>>mom<</if>> vibe going on, but $l_they's not boring about it. Like, yeah, $l_they'll geek out about $l_their garden, which is a mess according to $namet by the way, and make terrible jokes, but then $l_they'll turn around and plan some absolutely wild company event that has everyone talking for weeks."
You can't help but chuckle, remembering the last office party where $namel had somehow convinced the entire board of directors to participate in a karaoke contest. $l_They really had a thing with karaoke.
"And," they add with a pointed look. "$l_They clearly likes you. Not just the flirting—though there's plenty of that—but $l_they actually values your input. I've seen $l_them change entire project directions based on your suggestions."
"That's just being professional," you counter, but you know there's truth to their words.
Maxime rolls their eyes. "Please. The way $l_they looks at you when you're not watching? That's not professional at all. So yeah, hypothetically speaking," they emphasize with air quotes. "I'd say $l_they'd be a pretty good partner. $l_They's stable but not stagnant, successful but not arrogant, and most importantly, $l_they seems to genuinely care about making the people around $l_them happy."
They pause, then add with a mischievous grin, "Plus, you already know $namet doesn't hate you, which is honestly half the battle won right there."
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Maxime gives you an unimpressed look, setting their glass down with perhaps more force than necessary. "Are we talking about the same $namel? The one who brings you coffee every morning even though you're $l_their assistant? The same guy who literally moved $l_their meetings around last week just because you mentioned wanting to try that new café downtown? I don't know what $l_they's waiting for by the way. I bet $l_they was planning to invite you."
"That's different," you counter, but you can't help the fond smile tugging at your lips. "$l_They's just being nice."
"Nice?" they snort, gesturing widely. "Bestie, the $l_man lives across from you and I'm sure $l_they texts you goodnight. And don't get me started on how $l_they literally lights up when you enter a room," they sigh dreamily despite their following words. "It's almost disgusting how obvious $l_they is."
"$l_They's like that with everyone," you point out. You both know that's not entirely true.
"Please," Maxime rolls their eyes dramatically. "I've worked here longer than you, remember? Trust me, our dear CEO wasn't nearly this... bouncy before you showed up. And wanna know something?" they lean forward conspiratorially. "$namet told me $t_their $l_dad's been asking about Christmas with new friends."
That makes you pause. "$t_They has?"
"Mhm," they nod, looking entirely too pleased with themselves. "And between you and me, I don't think $namel's the type to spend holidays cooped up alone with $l_their $t_son when $l_they could be spreading $l_their particular brand of chaos. Or maybe I don't know $l_them and $l_they'll just do something boring with $l_their $t_son."
You consider their words, thinking about how naturally you and $namel fell into friendship over these past months, how easily $l_they blends into your life with $l_their playful flirting and genuine warmth. "Maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right," they declare, standing up and gathering their things. "Now, I have a meeting to crash—I mean, attend. But seriously," their expression softens slightly. "Don't sell yourself short. You're important to $l_them."
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"Please," Maxime scoffs, waving their fork dismissively. "Since when do you care about rumors? You didn't seem bothered when people started whispering about your 'harem' with both $namel and $namet."
"I don't care about rumors," you clarify, leaning back in your chair. "But spending Christmas with the CEO? That's different than just being neighbors or friends. You know how people are, they'd turn it into this whole thing."
Maxime studies you for a moment, their expression knowing. "Okay, but is that the real reason? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're using the rumors as an excuse to avoid thinking about what you actually want."
You let out a long breath, considering their words. They're not… completely wrong. $namel's been flirting with you pretty much since you started working as $l_their assistant, and you've enjoyed the playful back-and-forth between you. The casual touches, the lingering looks, the way $l_they always seems to find reasons to stop by your desk even when $l_they could just send an email.
"Look," you finally say. "$namel's great. $l_They's charming, $l_they's fun, and yes, $l_they's attractive. But $l_they's also my boss, my neighbor, and becoming a really good friend. What if spending Christmas together changes things?"
"Changes things how?" Maxime challenges, their hazel eyes sharp. "You two are already way past professional boundaries. $l_They literally brings you coffee every morning just so $l_they can chat with you before work starts. And that's when $l_they's not the one driving you here."
"That's different," you protest, though you can hear how weak the argument sounds.
"Is it?" they raise an eyebrow. "Listen, I might not do the whole dating thing myself, but I know chemistry when I see it. And you two?" they gesture vaguely with their fork. "You've got enough to power the whole building."
"Now you're exaggerating."
"I'm not."
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Maxime nearly chokes on their water, setting the glass down with more force than necessary as they stare at you with wide eyes. Then, they burst into laughter, drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables.
"Me? Dating $namet?" they wheeze, wiping tears from their eyes. "Oh honey, absolutely not. First, you know I don't do the whole dating thing—too messy, too many feelings, too many expectations. Second," they lean forward, lowering their voice conspiratorially, "Have you seen the way $t_they looks at you when $t_they thinks no one's watching?"
"What do you mean?" you ask, genuine curiosity in your voice.
"For someone so observant, you can be really dense sometimes," they shake their head, amused. "Look, I'm not into romance and all that stuff, but even I can see there's something there. The $t_man literally brings you coffee practically every morning, and not just any coffee, but exactly how you like it. $t_They remembers your schedule better than you do sometimes."
You consider their words, thinking back to your interactions with $namet over the past months. The quiet conversations, the shared looks during meetings, the way $t_they always seems to know when you need help before you ask.
"Besides," Maxime continues, twirling their fork in their pasta. "I've worked here longer than you. $namet has never been this... attentive to anyone else. Not even close."
"$t_They's just being friendly," you counter with a shrug, though there's a hint of uncertainty in your voice.
Maxime snorts. "$namet? Friendly? The $t_man who can barely smile? The $t_man who seem to look at everyone like they're just existing for work? Please. But hey," they shrug, their signature mischievous smile returning. "If you're asking me if I'd date $t_them, maybe you should ask yourself why you're thinking about $t_them in that context at all."
You open your mouth to respond, but find yourself without a ready answer. Maxime's grin only widens at your silence.
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Maxime's eyes narrow, their fork pointing at you accusingly. "Better things? Like what? Brooding in $t_their office while staring at spreadsheets?" They snort, clearly amused. "The $t_man's a workaholic who probably doesn't even know Christmas exists outside of budget meetings."
"$t_They could be spending it with $namel," you counter with a raised brow. "I'm sure $namel has plans with $l_their $t_son."
"Please," they roll their eyes dramatically. "We both know $namet loves $t_their $l_father, but if $t_they could avoid having fun and just work, $t_they'll do it any day. What does $namet even do outside work?"
You pause at that, realizing you don't actually know despite the growing friendship between you two over the past months. Sure, you've shared lunches, hung out from time to time with your group of misfits, had late-night work sessions, and even had some casual conversations, but $namet keeps $t_their personal life... well, personal.
"See?" Maxime grins triumphantly at your silence. "For all we know, $t_they might appreciate the company. You two have gotten pretty close lately."
"We work together, Max. Of course we're close."
"Mhm," they hum, clearly unconvinced. "Because all CFOs regularly spend time with their $l_father's assistant?"
"$t_They's just friendly," you defend with a shake of your head. "That doesn't mean anything."
"Whatever you say," Maxime sing-songs, their knowing smile making you want to throw a napkin at them. "But seriously, you two get along well. Would it really be that strange to invite $t_them?"
You consider their words, remembering all the small moments, the quiet understanding, the shared looks during meetings, the way $t_they seems to actually listen when you speak.
Maybe they have a point.
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Maxime lets out an undignified snort, setting down their glass with perhaps more force than necessary. "You don't know if you're close? $name, darling, bestie, light of my life, you spend more time with $t_them than anyone else in the company except maybe $namel. But $t_they doesn't count, $t_they's $t_their $l_father."
"That's because of work," you counter with a tiny frown.
"Sure, because work totally requires $t_them to spend time with you outside work," they say with an exaggerated eye roll.
"It doesn't mean anything," you shake your head, but you don't know if you're convincing them or yourself.
Maxime leans back in their chair, crossing their arms. "And I just happen to be the queen of England. Look, I'm not saying you should date $t_them—god knows I avoid that mess like the plague, but you can't tell me you two aren't close when $t_they literally waited an hour after work just because you mentioned having to stay late last week."
"$t_They was finishing reports," you point out, and you're not sure anymore why you're being so defensive.
"Reports $t_they could have done at home," they counter smoothly. "Face it, $name. You might not be best friends forever like us, but you and $namet definitely have something. Whether that's friendship or something else?" They shrug, a knowing smile playing on their lips. "That's for you to figure out."
You consider their words, thinking about the subtle ways $namet has integrated $t_themself into your daily life over the past four months. The quiet understanding, the shared glances during meetings, the way $t_they seems to know exactly when you need space or company.
"Maybe you're right," you concede finally. "I just never really thought about it that way."
"Of course I'm right," they declare with a triumphant grin. "I'm always right. Except about that one time with the coffee machine, but we don't talk about that."
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Maxime's eyes light up with interest as they lean back in their chair, crossing their arms. "Hypothetically?" they echo with an amused smirk. "Well, let's see... $t_They's responsible, organized, knows how to handle $t_their shit, and actually listens when people talk. Plus, $t_they's got that whole mysterious vibe going on that some people find attractive."
You nod along, considering their points. Over the past four months, you've noticed how $namet, despite $t_their stoic demeanor, pays attention to details others might miss. Like how $t_they remembered your coffee preference after hearing you talking about once.
"But," Maxime continues, twirling their fork thoughtfully. "$t_They's also married to $t_their work, probably doesn't know what fun means unless it involves spreadsheets, and..." they pause dramatically. "$t_They's emotionally constipated."
"$t_They's not that bad," you find yourself defending $t_them. "$t_They's just... reserved. There's a difference."
"Oh?" Their smirk widens. "Do tell me more about how our CFO isn't 'that bad.'"
You roll your eyes at their teasing tone. "I mean, yeah, $t_they's focused on work, but $t_they's also attentive."
"Mhm," Maxime hums knowingly. "And don't forget how $t_they actually smiles around you. Not those polite business smiles $t_they gives everyone else. Actual smiles. Trust me, I've been here longer than you."
"That's just because we work together often," you reason, though you can't help but think about those rare moments when $namet's professional facade softens slightly.
"Sure, sure," they wave their hand dismissively. "But hypothetically speaking? Yeah, $t_they'd probably be a decent partner. $t_They's stable, reliable, and clearly capable of basic human emotions. At least around certain people." They give you a pointed look. "But I still think $t_they needs to learn that life exists outside the office."
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Maxime raises their eyebrows, setting down their glass with a thoughtful hum. "Well, considering how much time you two spend together during breaks and how $t_they always manages to 'coincidentally' find reasons to drop by your desk... I'd say you know each other pretty well."
"We just talk about work mostly," you point out, though you both know that's not entirely true.
Over the past four months, your conversations with $namet have gradually shifted from purely professional to more personal topics. $t_Their dry humor that catches you off guard sometimes, the way $t_their features seem to soften more often than not around you, the way $t_they asks questions about you with genuine interest.
"Right, because discussing favorite books and debating over whether pineapple belongs on pizza is totally work-related," Maxime retorts with a knowing look.
"We don't talk about that," you huff a laugh, but they're not listening.
"Besides," they add. "Didn't $t_they help you move into your place?"
"Not mine, Ekissa and Athiel needed help" you counter.
"The $t_man who barely acknowledges anyone's existence except for work-related matters volunteered to spend $t_their weekend moving boxes?" Maxime snorts. "Please. $t_They's not just 'being nice.' $t_They's being nice to you specifically. I'm sure if you weren't there, $t_they wouldn't have helped."
You tap your fingers on the table, considering their words. It's true that $namet has shown a different side of $t_themself around you since day one. $t_They's still reserved, but more relaxed, more willing to share small parts of $t_their life. "Maybe... but Christmas is different. It's more personal."
"And? What's the worst that could happen? $t_They says no?" Maxime shrugs, gathering their things as lunch break nears its end. "Look, I may not do the whole dating thing myself, but I'm not blind. $namet actually smiles around you. Like, genuine smiles, not those polite corporate ones $t_they gives everyone else. Just invite $t_them. If anything, you'll have someone to watch those weird documentaries with."
You can't help but laugh at their blunt assessment. Maybe they're right… Maybe it's not as weird as you're making it out to be. After all, friends spend holidays together all the time, don't they…?
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Maxime freezes mid-sip, their eyes widening comically before they set their glass down with a snort. "Me? Date your grumpy artist friend?" They let out a laugh, shaking their head. "First, I don't do dating. Second, honey, I saw $j_them exactly twice and both times $j_they looked ready to murder someone for breathing too loud."
"$j_They's not that bad," you defend automatically, though you can't help but smile because yeah, Ekissa does give that impression.
"Sure, but I saw how $j_they is with you," they wave their fork around. "Like, at your welcome party? Murder face to everyone except you. And that time $j_they picked you up? I swear $j_their face did something weird when $j_they saw you, like $j_their murder face tried to not be a murder face but failed spectacularly." They pause, their expression turning knowing. "Which brings me to why you're asking me this very specific question."
"What?" you smile awkwardly, straightening in your seat. "I'm just curious."
"Uh-huh," they drawl, unconvinced. "Seven years of friendship and suddenly you're asking if I'd date $j_them? After months of you two being even closer than before?" They lean forward, pointing their fork at you. "You caught feelings for your bestie."
Your eyes widen, ready to pop out of their sockets at their statement. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to," they grin, clearly enjoying this. "Besides, the way $j_they looks at you when $j_they thinks no one's watching? Definitely not just friendly vibes there. But how would I know? I only saw $j_them twice, right?"
"$j_They doesn't–" your expression shifts in embarrassment as you avoid their gaze, uncomfortable. "You're right, you wouldn't know; you only saw $j_them tw—"
"Exactly," they cut you off with an exasperated sigh. "Even I noticed, and I met $j_them twice. Twice! And both times $j_they was like a grumpy cat that only purrs for one specific person. That's you, by the way, in case you missed it."
"Smartass."
But you don't continue this topic. You'd rather not.
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Maxime's eyes widen slightly before a knowing smirk spreads across their face. They set down their fork, giving you their full attention. "Oh? Is this about a certain grumpy artist who picks you up sometimes?"
"I didn't say that," you protest, cursing inwardly at how obvious you're being right now. "It's hypothetical."
"Right, hypothetical," they drawl, clearly not buying it.
You purse your lips. "Can you just play along?"
"Well, hypothetically speaking," they continue, making sure to add air quotes. "I'd say it depends. Have you—I mean, has this hypothetical person actually tried anything?"
"No," you admit, fiddling with your napkin. "It's... complicated. Seven years of friendship isn't something you risk just because you might be feeling something different."
"Might be?" Maxime raises an eyebrow.
You have the vague impression there's no playing along from either part. You pinch the bridge of your nose before lowering your hand. "Look, I barely understand it myself," you sigh, leaning back in your chair. "These past months, things have been... different. Not bad different, just... different."
Your friend nods slowly, studying you. "Different how?"
"Like..." you pause, trying to find the right words. "Like when $j_they calls me at 3 AM just because $j_they forgot to ask me if I ate, or when we spend entire weekends just existing in the same space while $j_they works on $j_their music and I do my thing. It feels more... I don't know. It's not like we've never done that—we did it regularly in the past, well, maybe a bit less when I started dating $namee. But now… now it feels…"
"Intimate?" Maxime suggests, their expression uncharacteristically gentle.
"Yeah, maybe," you run a hand through your hair. "But $j_they's always been like that with me, even when $j_they's being $j_their usual grumpy self. I'm probably reading too much into it."
"Hmm," Maxime taps their chin thoughtfully. "You know, for someone who's only met $j_them twice, even I could tell $j_they acts different around you. That day $j_they picked you up? The $j_man barely acknowledged anyone else, but the moment you walked out, $j_their whole demeanor changed—and soured when $j_they saw me, but that's not important right now."
"That's just how Eki is," you wave off their observation.
"If you say so," they sing-song, before their face turns serious. "But hey, hypothetically speaking of course. Maybe instead of trying to figure out if there's something there, just let it be what it is? Sometimes the best things happen when we stop trying to label everything."
You stare at them, surprised by the unexpected wisdom. "Since when are you this insightful about relationships?"
"Please," they scoff, flipping their hair dramatically. "Just because I don't do romance doesn't mean I can't give amazing advice about it. It's like directing. You don't have to be in the scene to know how it should play out."
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"Didn't have time?" Maxime echoes with a raised brow, setting their glass down. "You're literally together like, all the time when you're not at work."
"Yeah, but $j_they's been busy with $j_their gigs recently," you explain, leaning back in your chair. "And when we do hang out, it's mostly $j_them complaining about entitled customers at bars or me talking about work drama."
"Ah yes, the infamous grumpy bestie," they grin, clearly remembering the two times they met $j_them. "Still can't believe $j_they's actually nice to you. Both times I saw $j_them, $j_they looked ready to throw hands with anyone breathing too close to $j_them."
You snort, because yeah, that's Ekissa alright. "Seven years of friendship does that. $j_They's still grumpy even with me, but at least $j_they doesn't look like $j_they wants to murder me anymore."
"Anymore?" they lean forward, intrigued.
"Long story," you wave dismissively, thinking back to how your friendship started. "But yeah, these past months we've been hanging out more than usual. Usually $j_they's busier, especially during holidays since more places want live music and $j_their paintings sell better."
Maxime hums thoughtfully, twirling a strand of their hair. "You could still ask $j_them though? I mean, from the little I've seen, $j_they seems... less murderous when you're around. And didn't $j_they pick you up from work last week even though $j_they had a gig that evening?"
"$j_They did," you confirm, remembering how $j_they'd shown up unexpectedly, complaining about wanting to avoid some persistent fan but still making time to drive you home. "Maybe I'll ask $j_them when I see $j_them next. If $j_they's not too swamped with work."
"You should," they nod decisively. "Better than spending Christmas alone, right? And who knows," they add with a theatrical wink. "Maybe $j_they'll even crack a smile."
"$j_They does smile," you defend automatically, then catch yourself at Maxime's knowing look. "Sometimes. When $j_they's not being a grump about everything."
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Maxime's eyes light up with interest as they lean forward, their food completely forgotten. "Oh? OH?" A knowing grin spreads across their face. "Hypothetically speaking, huh?"
You shrug, trying to appear casual despite the fact that you're the one who brought it up. "Just wondering."
"Well," they tap their chin thoughtfully, "I've only met $j_them twice, but from what I've seen and what you've told me... $j_They's grumpy as hell." They pause, then add with a smirk, "Though $j_they does seem less grumpy around you. Like, still grumpy, but softer? If that makes sense?"
"Seven years of friendship does that," you say with a fond smile, remembering how your dynamic with Ekissa evolved over the years.
"Mhm," Maxime hums knowingly. "And these past months you two have been even closer, right? Like, I noticed $j_they picks you up more often than before."
You think about the increasing amount of time you've been spending with Ekissa lately—how $j_they'd show up at your workplace just to drive you home, rarely letting $namel or $namet do it, how comfortable you feel just existing in the same space while $j_they paints and you do your own thing.
"But to answer your question," Maxime continues, their expression turning serious despite the playful glint in their eyes, "I think $j_they would be. A good partner, I mean. $j_They clearly cares about you, and from what you've told me, $j_they's reliable despite $j_their busy schedule. Plus," they add with a theatrical wave of their hand. "You already know all $j_their flaws and still stick around, so that's something."
"That's... actually pretty insightful coming from someone who doesn't do romance," you observe, slightly surprised by their thoughtful analysis.
"Just because I don't want it for myself doesn't mean I can't see it working for others," they retort with a shrug. "Besides, you two already act like an old married couple anyway. Might as well make it official, hypothetically speaking of course."
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"Right, $j_they's still doing those bar gigs?" Maxime leans back in their chair, crossing their arms. "I mean, the two times I saw $j_them, $j_they looked ready to murder someone but somehow managed to look peaceful when talking to you."
"That's just how $j_they is," you chuckle, remembering how Ekissa nearly scared one of your coworkers to death with $j_their signature death glare during your welcome party. "Seven years of friendship and $j_they still acts like everything pisses $j_them off."
"But not with you," they point out with a knowing smirk.
"Oh, $j_they does. $j_They just... shows it differently?" You shrug, thinking about how $j_they'd still grumble and scowl even while making sure you eat properly. "Last week $j_they called me a 'fucking idiot' because I forgot my coat, then gave me $j_their jacket."
Maxime snorts. "Cute. So, holidays?"
"Yeah, usually $j_they gets booked for Christmas events. Small venues, private parties, that kind of thing. Plus $j_their art's been selling well lately," pride seeps into your voice. "But $j_they mentioned taking it easier this year."
"Which meeeans...?" they arch their eyebrows, shaking their head in a slow way.
"Which means $j_they might actually have time to do something," you tap your fingers on the table thoughtfully. "We used to spend Christmas together before I met $namee, actually. $j_They'd cook—$j_they's pretty bad at it by the way; I have to be fast to do it before $j_they can propose making anything and poison me—and we'd watch terrible movies while $j_they critiques every single artistic choice."
"Sounds cozy," Maxime grins. "You should ask $j_them. Better than moping alone, right?"
"I don't mope," you protest half-heartedly.
"Sure, sure," they wave dismissively. "But seriously, from what little I've seen, it seems like you two got closer these past months. Might be nice to spend the holidays together again."
You nod, already thinking about how to bring it up to Ekissa. Despite $j_their perpetual grumpiness, $j_they's always been there for you, especially lately. "Yeah, might be nice."
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Maxime chokes on their water, their eyes widening comically as they set their glass down with more force than necessary. "Me? Date someone like Athiel?" They let out a sharp laugh. "First of all, bestie, you know I don't do romance. Yeah, I tried to use $a_them and charm $a_their pants off, but there was no romance there, honey. Second, $a_they's way too... everything."
"Everything?" you echo, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you know," they gesture vaguely with their hand. "Too model-y, too perfect, too arrogant. I met $a_them only once at your welcome party and the way $a_they carried $a_themself? Please. I already have enough ego for two people." They pause, their eyes narrowing as they study your face. "But that's not what you're really asking, is it?"
You shrug, trying to appear casual. "Just curious."
"Mhm," they hum, clearly not buying it. "Look, I might have only met $a_them once, but even I can see you two have gotten closer these past months. I mean, you've been talking about $a_them a lot more lately. Which, by the way, is completely fine," they add quickly. "$a_They's $namee's $a_brother, sure, but that doesn't mean you can't..."
"Can't what?" you challenge when they trail off.
"Move forward?" they suggest carefully. "I'm not saying you should date $a_them or anything. God knows I wouldn't. But if you're asking me if someone like $a_them is dateable? That's entirely up to you." They lean back in their chair, their expression softening. "For someone as arrogant as $a_them, $a_they sure does look at you differently than $a_they does everyone else."
"$a_They looks at everyone like they're beneath $a_them," you point out. "And you saw $a_them only once."
"True," Maxime concedes with a smirk. "But at that welcome party, with you? It's more like $a_they's trying to figure you out. Which, honestly? Is kind of entertaining to watch. Not that I care about romance, but if I did..." they waggle their eyebrows suggestively. "You know what I mean."
You throw your napkin at them, making them laugh. "You're impossible."
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Maxime raises an eyebrow, their fork pausing halfway to their mouth.
"You said you two were closer these days though. Despite, you know..." they trail off, not needing to mention $namee's name.
"Yeah, weirdly enough," you admit, thinking about the past few months. "But that's different. We talk, sometimes grab coffee, and mostly argue until one of us gives up. It works because there's no pressure, no expectations. Christmas?" You shake your head. "That's all about traditions and family and... everything $a_they tends to avoid."
"Hmm," Maxime hums thoughtfully, their hazel eyes studying you. "You sound like you've given this some thought."
"More like I've spent enough time around $a_them to know how $a_they'd react," you counter. "$a_They'd probably say something like 'Spending Christmas with you? I'd rather walk a runway in crocs,'" you mimic $a_their tone, making Maxime snort into their water. "That kind of thing."
"That does sound like $a_them," they agree, remembering their brief encounter at your welcome party. "Even if $a_they was oddly less... prickly with you."
You shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. "That's because we understand each other's brand of difficult, even if $a_they'll deny it with all $a_their heart if I tell $a_them that. But Christmas? With all its sappy moments and forced cheer? $a_They'd rather die than subject $a_themself to that kind of sentiment."
"Fair enough," Maxime concedes, then grins wickedly. "Though I'd pay good money to see $a_them attempt holiday small talk at a family dinner."
"God, can you imagine?" you laugh, shaking your head. "$a_They'd probably spend the whole time making cutting remarks about the decorations and questioning why anyone would willingly eat fruit cake."
"Sounds entertaining though," they point out.
"Yeah," you agree, your smile turning slightly fond despite yourself. "It probably would be."
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"And?" Maxime raises a brow, their fork dangling between their fingers as they give you that look that says they're not buying your deflection. "I might've met $a_them once, but I'm not blind. The way $a_they kept glancing at you at your welcome party? Sure, $a_they was being $a_their usual arrogant self according to what you've told me, but there was something there."
"Yeah, annoyance," you snort. "Just because we've been... I don't know, less antagonistic lately doesn't mean we're suddenly going to spend Christmas together."
"Less antagonistic?" They lean forward, eyes sparkling with interest. "Do tell."
"It's nothing dramatic," you shrug, though you can't help the small smile that forms as you think about the gradual shift in your interactions. "We still bicker, but it's different now. Sometimes $a_they'll text me about $a_their photoshoots, or I'll send $a_them stupid memes that remind me of $a_their dramatic ass. $a_They even brought me coffee last week."
"Brought you coffee?" Maxime's mouth drops open in mock shock. "The great model Athiel, deigning to serve mere mortals? Alert the media!"
"Shut up," you laugh, throwing your napkin at them. "$a_They was already getting one for $a_themself. Besides, $a_they made sure to complain about how $a_they had to wait for me to open the door."
"Mhm," they hum, unconvinced. "And you're sure Christmas is completely off the table?"
"Max, this is Athiel we're talking about. $a_Their idea of celebrating probably involves a private yacht <i>alone</i>, not..." you wave your hand vaguely. "Whatever normal people do for the holidays."
"If you say so," they sing-song, clearly not believing you but willing to drop it for now. "But when I'm right," they smirk. "And I usually am; you owe me lunch."
You roll your eyes fondly at their confidence. The thing is, they might not be entirely wrong about the subtle changes in your relationship with Athiel, but Christmas? That feels like a step neither of you is ready to take, even if part of you wonders what it might be like.
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Maxime's fork stops midway to their mouth, their eyes widening slightly before a calculating look crosses their features. They set their fork down, giving you their full attention with an intrigued hum.
"Hypothetically?" They tap their chin thoughtfully. "Well, from what I've seen at your welcome party—which, by the way, was definitely not my idea of a good party with how it ended—$a_they's... interesting. Arrogant as hell, sure, but there's something about $a_them that makes you want to know more, right?"
You nod slowly, thinking about how these past months have shown you different sides of Athiel. Yes, $a_they's still that sarcastic asshole who seems to enjoy getting under people's skin, but $a_they's also been there in $a_their own way since $namee's death, well, maybe not at first, but still.
"And," Maxime continues, their expression turning serious. "I've noticed how $a_they looks at you when $a_they thinks no one's watching. Like $a_they's trying to solve a puzzle but keeps finding new pieces."
"You saw all that from one meeting?" you ask, somewhat impressed.
They shrug, a smug smile playing on their lips. "I'm observant. It's part of my charm. But back to your question; would $a_they be good for you? That's different from asking if $a_they'd be a good partner in general."
You lean back, considering their words. "What's the difference?"
"The difference is that you're not just anyone. You're $a_their dead $e_brother's lover—or ex? I don't know, but the point is: you're someone who dated $namee. But you're also probably one of the few people who can match $a_their sharp tongue without backing down." They pause, studying your face. "Plus, you two have been spending more time together lately, haven't you?"
"Yeah," you admit. "It just... happened."
"Then maybe the real question isn't whether $a_they'd be a good partner hypothetically," Maxime says, their voice gentler than usual. "Maybe it's whether you're both ready for what that could mean."
Their words hit closer to home than you expected, making you consider the complicated web of emotions and history between you and Athiel. It's not just about attraction or compatibility—it's about grief, shared memories, and the shadow of someone you both loved differently.
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Maxime's eyes widen slightly, their fork stopping midway to their mouth. "Oh? That's... surprisingly honest coming from you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" you laugh, but you know what they mean. These past months, you've been dancing around the topic of relationships, especially anything involving Athiel.
"Well," they set their fork down, giving you their full attention. "Last time I saw $a_them at your welcome party, $a_they looked ready to bite anyone's head off who dared breathe in $a_their direction while, at the same time, was clearly demanding attention from everyone. Except yours, oddly enough. It's like $a_they couldn't help glancing at you, but $a_they couldn't help scoffing when you looked $a_their way too. That $a_man is definitely complicated."
"That's just how $a_they is," you explain with a shrug. "$a_They's... different when it's just us."
"Different how?" They lean forward, curiosity evident in their voice. "Wait, don't tell me the great arrogant model actually has a soft side?"
"Not soft," you correct them, thinking about your recent interactions with Athiel. "Just... more real? These past months, we've been talking more. Actually talking, not just throwing sarcastic comments at each other like before."
Maxime hums thoughtfully. "And you wouldn't mind spending Christmas with $a_Mr. Sarcasm?"
"No," you admit, surprising yourself with how true it feels. "But Athiel... $a_they's complicated. $a_They's still processing everything with $namee, we both are. And $a_they's got this thing about keeping people at arm's length. Plus, I'm pretty sure $a_they'd rather spend Christmas doing a photoshoot in Antarctica than admit $a_they might want company."
"Sounds like someone else I know," Maxime mutters under their breath, giving you a pointed look.
"We're not talking about your trust issues right now," you deflect with a smirk.
They gasp dramatically, clutching their chest. "Excuse you, I'm a delight! But seriously," their expression softens. "If you want to spend Christmas with $a_them, just ask. Worst case scenario, $a_they says no and you can come crash my family dinner instead. My mom already loves you anyway."
You shake your head, grateful for their support even if they're terrible at showing it sometimes. "I'll think about it."
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The lunch break ends before you even register it, your mind still a bit dazed from the earlier meeting. On your way back to your floor, a colleague doesn't notice you, too focused on the stack of files in her arms, and she bumps into you, sending her bag and files scattering as she hurriedly scrambles to pick them up.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you!" she apologizes quickly, her movements frantic as she tries to gather the documents from the floor.
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*[["Ah, Ilona," you greet her with a smile as you walk past her, not having time to help. "Sorry, I'm already late."|Chap3C64]]
*[[You help silently with a mumble. "Be careful."|Chap3C65]]
*[[You crouch down with a sigh, grabbing her stuff and giving it back to her.|Chap3C66]]
*[["Watch it, will you?" you click your tongue, walking past her with a shake of your head.|Chap3C67]]
*[["You should be careful; you'll hurt yourself walking like that." You look down with a small, worried frown, before leaving.|Chap3C68]]
*[["Let me help with that," you say softly as you crouch down to help. "Been a while since I saw you, Ilona. Doing good?"|Chap3C69]]<<set $truth to $truth - 1>>
Ilona's cheeks flush slightly as she continues gathering the scattered papers, her fingers trembling a bit. "O–Oh, yes... of course," she stutters softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't let me stop you."
Her eyes dart between the papers and your retreating form, a hint of disappointment crossing her features. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, trying to organize the mess of documents while still on her knees.
"I really should've been more careful," she mumbles to herself, more papers slipping from her grasp as she struggles to maintain the stack together.
You reach the elevator and press the button, glancing back briefly to see Ilona still on the floor, now joined by another colleague who stopped to help her. A small pang of guilt hits as the elevator doors open with a soft ding.
As you step inside, you catch one last glimpse of her grateful smile directed at the helpful coworker before the doors close shut.
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Ilona's cheeks flush pink with embarrassment as she hurries to collect the items closest to her. "I–I'm really sorry," she stammers softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I should have paid more attention..."
"Mh," you hum noncommittally as you help her.
Your fingers brush against hers when you both reach for the same document, causing her to quickly pull back with a small "Oh!"
You hand her the organized stack of files, and she clutches them tightly to her chest, her eyes downcast. "Thank you," she whispers, offering a shy smile. "You didn't have to help, but... I appreciate it."
You give a small nod in response and stand up, brushing off your knees. "I'll leave you to it."
Ilona adjusts her grip on the files, still looking flustered. "I'll be more careful next time," she promises quietly, taking a small step back. "Thanks for helping me."
The elevator dings behind you, and you turn to step inside, leaving Ilona with her properly collected belongings.
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"I–I'm really sorry," she stammers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should have paid more attention... You don't have to help!"
You don't listen, already stacking the papers neatly, making sure they're all facing the same direction before handing them back to her. Her fingers brush against yours as she takes them, causing her to blush even more.
"Thank you so much," she murmurs, hugging the files close to her chest. "You didn't have to..."
Standing up, you help her with her bag too, noticing how she struggles to balance everything. She gives you a grateful smile, her eyes warm despite her obvious embarrassment.
"It's alright," you reply, checking if anything else fell. "Just be more careful next time."
She nods quickly, clutching her belongings tightly. "Y–yes, of course. Thank you again..."
You give her a brief nod before heading to the elevator, hearing her soft footsteps hurrying away in the opposite direction. The doors slide open with a quiet ding, and you step inside, the encounter already fading from your mind as you focus on the afternoon ahead.
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Ilona flinches at your harsh tone, her hands trembling slightly as she gathers the documents.
"I-I'm really sorry..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her long hair falls forward, partially hiding her face as she keeps her gaze down.
"Just pay attention next time," you mutter, stepping around the mess of papers. You can hear her soft apology again as you walk away, but you don't bother turning back.
As you reach the elevator, you press the button. Just before the doors close, you catch a glimpse of Ilona still kneeling on the floor, hugging her recovered files close to her chest, her shoulders slightly hunched.
For a brief moment, something akin to guilt tugs at your conscience, but you push it aside as the elevator doors slide shut with a soft ding. You're already late.
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"I–I know... I'm sorry," she mumbles softly, her cheeks turning pink from embarrassment as she clutches the files close to her chest. "There's just... so much work today. The deadline is tomorrow, and I..."
You notice a paper that slipped under a nearby plant pot. "You missed one," you point out, before turning away. "Take care of yourself, okay?"
"Thank you..." her quiet voice follows you as you head to the elevator. "I'll try to be more careful next time."
You press the button and wait, hearing the soft rustling of papers behind you as Ilona continues organizing her files. The elevator dings and you step inside, catching a glimpse of her small figure hurrying down the hallway before the doors close.
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Ilona tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her movements still a bit hurried but less frantic now.
"Y–yes, thank you. I've been quite busy lately..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she accepts the papers you hand her, her fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment.
"I see," you nod with a sympathetic smile as you help her.
"I really appreciate your help," she continues, hugging the files close to her chest once everything is picked up. "I should have been more careful... I was just so focused on getting these before the deadline..."
You both stand up, and you notice how she seems to make herself smaller, shoulders slightly hunched. "No worries," you reply with another smile. "We all have those days." The elevator dings behind you, and you give Ilona a final nod. "Take care, okay?"
You step into the elevator, catching her soft "you too" as the doors close.
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<b>20:10
Somewhere…</b>
The dining room is quiet as everyone eats silently the food Kenal prepared. The atmosphere isn't heavy, at least not for $namee, who's discreetly checking $e_their phone under the table between bites, unaware of Charlie and Payton exchanging brief glances with each other.
"It'd be great to invite more friends," Charlie breaks the silence with a nervous smile, earning a sharp look from Juliet as his girlfriend throws him a pointed stare that says 'do you want to get killed??'. "I mean, Naya could come next time too, if you don't mind, that is."
That's not who he was referring to, but starting an argument here by mentioning you, even as a 'friend' is only bound to make Juliet dislike them—something both Charlie and Payton know is already the case—and get them thrown out. The only reason they were invited for dinner in the first place was because $namee, asked and because their pretty little girl has melted Juliet's heart. A heart the couple thought was nonexistent.
"Oh, Naya," Juliet's expression smoothes with a soft chuckle. "We wanted to invite her, but $namee told us $e_they'd rather not have too many people here."
Payton nods slowly with a small smile to Juliet. There's nothing genuine here, but Payton knows how to make it <i>look</i> like it is. Naya was a girl no one could stand. Childish and petty, that's what she was in Charlie's and Payton's eyes.
$namee wasn't that close to her either, but $namee being $namee, never could ignore her because of their past. They weren't the best friends, yes, but $e_they was fond of the girl. And Naya isn't that bad when you get to know her, just a bit annoying at times and adorable any other time.
As they continue their empty conversation, $namee scrolls through $e_their phone, checking $e_their social media. $e_Their thumb pauses when $e_they sees a post featuring one of the photos $e_they took years ago backstage. Chewing on $e_their inner cheek, $e_they hesitates for a moment before tapping on the comments section.
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<b>Daisy4</b> 5 h
Does anyone have any kind of news? I searched EVERYWHERE but still got no answers
 <b>Eh_ehhh_eh__</b> 2h
  @Daisy4 Heh, honestly? I just think $e_they got tired of fame
 <b>c_</b> 2h
  @Eh_ehhh_eh__ $e_They wasn't that famous tho
<b>Itsmeilo</b> 1d
I heard the company didn't wanna work with $e_them anymore????
 <b>Eh_ehhh_eh__</b> 2h
  @Itsmeilo No one knows why, but the company posted smth about it; check their account
<b>Krayzi.4.u</b> 1d
$e_They looks so yummy here ughhhhh
<b>Myshaylawhereareu</b> 5d
Still waiting for the comeback……
<b>benett.art.</b> 7w
Guys, $e_they's probably just taking a break with $e_their partner. It wouldn't be the first time.
 <b>c_</b> 7w
  @benett.art. Yeah but it's been months, $e_they could've told us
 <b>benett.art.</b> 7w
  @c_ It's been only roughly two months, and $e_they doesn't owe you anything. You'll survive.
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It's like $e_they can't help $e_themself. Always checking $e_their social media, $e_their fans' posts, comments, questions about where the hell $e_they was. The company $e_they used to work for didn't say much, after all. Just that they unfortunately couldn't continue working with $namee, without offering any explanation.
$e_Their fans went wild the first weeks, checking $e_their last posts and leaving comments, asking where $e_they was, why $e_they was ghosting, if $e_they was safe, dead, sick. They even asked about $e_their 'lover'—$e_they never made any of $e_their relationships public, but $e_they never hid when $e_they was dating someone, just never dropped any names or hints or anything, really. That leaves $e_them with mixed feelings. Why would they talk about a relationship that ended years ago…? Or did it? $e_They feels a headache coming as $e_they tries to remember.
Shaking $e_their head to chase away those thoughts, $e_they focuses back on the comments.
Everyone looked worried at first, but slowly, they stopped asking. Stopped searching. Stop caring. There were still fans that kept blowing up $e_their phone by mentioning $e_them or dming $e_them in hopes of having answer—no one having any. Not when $namee can barely walk outside without feeling like a monster.
It's better this way. $e_They'd rather be a ghost than get back $e_their popularity for another reason entirely. $e_They's already trying so hard to accept $e_their new appearance; $e_they doesn't think $e_they'd be able to take any criticism.
"$namee," Kenal places a warm hand on his $e_son's shoulder, searching his child's eyes with a tilt of his head as he chances a smile. "Tired?"
Juliet snaps her gaze to them, a worried frown already forming between her brows. "You don't have to finish your plate if you're tired, treasure."
"I'm fine," $namee shakes $e_their head, quickly locking $e_their phone and slides it back in $e_their pants pocket.
Charlie and Payton share a worried glance, then Charlie clears his throat and flashes $namee a smile. "Did we tell you about the time April threw up on Pay'?"
It's obvious they're trying to cheer $e_them up—$e_they's not blind. But at least $e_their friends never treated $e_them like a kid. $namee doesn't hold it against $e_their mother, but $e_they admits that sometimes… sometimes being treated like at any moment $e_they'll break? It doesn't help. Because it's true, and $e_they doesn't like that truth at all.
$namee's haunted expression seems to brighten slightly at the topic of the couple's little girl as $e_they offers a soft grin. "No, but you're gonna tell me."
The atmosphere gradually lightens, Juliet still glancing at her son from time to time but never prying, while Kenal pats his $e_son's back in an attempt to cheer $e_them up without needing words.
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<b>20:10
Serenity Residence – $namee's room</b>
Knocks on $e_their door force $e_their bubble to burst. Taking a shaky breath, $namee traces $e_their skin on $e_their neck, trailing down to $e_their chest with a deepening frown. Every single time it's like $e_they's forced to face that new appearance. Each time hurting more than the last. It's not physical anymore, but not any less painful. $e_They spent years working as a model, and now, all of a sudden $e_they's just… nothing.
$e_They should be grateful. $e_They's alive, and it's not like the scars are obvious… but they're still here, and they're still visible enough for $e_their face to not be the same anymore. For one side of $e_their body to not be the same anymore. $e_They doesn't check $e_their back often, where they took skin for the grafts, but $e_they knows it's ugly, different, unnatural.
"Someone came to visit you, treasure," Juliet's muffled noise can be heard behind the door.
$namee pauses, $e_their eyes still on $e_their reflection in the mirror. $e_They ruffles the back of $e_their hair, grabbing $e_their clothes with $e_their free hand to put them on quickly. $e_Their hands shake slightly as $e_they pulls the shirt over $e_their head, wrinkling $e_their nose when the fabric brushes against $e_their skin.
Stepping out of $e_their personal bathroom, $e_they pads over to the door and opens it.
$e_Their heart sinks when $e_they sees Robin.
Intense green eyes pin $namee in place, brown hair pushed at the back of Robin's head and that familiar smile that always seems to hide something—a mask, a dark side.
"Hey," Robin's voice is soft, too soft. "Can I come in?"
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$namee steps aside wordlessly, $e_their throat tight. Something feels wrong, but $e_they can't pinpoint what exactly. $e_Their memories are scattered, fragmented pieces that don't quite fit together.
$e_They tenses when Robin wraps $m_their arms around $e_them in what $e_they supposes is a warm embrace.
"Naya has been talking about you non-stop," Robin chuckles, rubbing $namee's back in a soothing attempt that only leaves the ex-model even more lost.
"She... she has?" $namee manages, moving away from the touch that feels both familiar and foreign.
"Of course. My sister misses you," Robin follows $e_them into the room, closing the door behind them. "We all do."
The 'we' makes $namee's stomach churn. Images flash through $e_their mind. Heated arguments, tears, a door slamming shut. But they're just snippets, disconnected moments $e_they can't string together.
"I don't..." $namee starts, running a hand through $e_their hair. "Things are still... fuzzy."
Robin's expression shifts, something dark passing over those green eyes before it's masked with concern. "The doctors said it would take time. But I'm here now, baby. We can work through this together."
The pet name hits $namee like a punch to the gut. $e_Their features shift into a unconscious grimace as if $e_their own body remembers things $e_their brain doesn't. It sounds wrong coming from Robin's mouth, like a discordant note in a familiar song.
"Why are you acting like this?" $namee asks, finally voicing the unease that's been building since Robin walked in. "Like nothing happened?"
"Like what happened?" Robin counters, taking a step closer as $m_they frowns worriedly at $namee.
$namee backs away instinctively, lifting $e_their shoulders helplessly. "I don't... I can't remember everything, but I know something happened between us. Something bad."
Robin's face hardens for a split second before softening again. "The accident messed with your head, El. We were fine. We are fine."
But they weren't. $namee might not remember the details, but $e_their body remembers. The way it tenses when Robin gets too close, the way $e_their heart races with anxiety instead of attraction.
"Didn't we break up?"
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<b>20:10
Fancy Palate – Restaurant</b>
Sitting at the table reserved for your little family upstairs outdoors, you take a bite of your food while listening to Vailyn and Vince share about their day. It wasn't the best idea to dine outside as it gets colder and gentle snowflakes threaten to sprinkle your plate, but it's always been the table you chose for dinner together. And the awning is enough to keep most of the snow off.
Eating at this table right next to the glass railing was the best choice, anyway. With a view like this, most people who reserved a table at this restaurant prefer sitting on this floor rather than inside.
Chewing your food, you shift your attention to the beach down below, where a few people stroll along the shore, chatting under the darkening sky, which is beautifully painted with shades of orange and pink contrasting against the deepening blue.<<if $romanceroute == "nope">>
The ghost of a smile dances on your lips as you observe what seems to be a couple. You remember when you invited $namee here for the first time with Vince and Vailyn. $e_They was like a kid at Christmas. Looking around, cracking jokes, insisting to have a walk with you once done with the dinner.
<i>"C'moooon, hurry up!" $namee exclaims with barely contained excitement in $e_their voice. $e_They's already ahead, walking left and right like a drunk $e_man as $e_they gets a look at the water, then at the tiny crab who has the malheur to cross $e_their path. "Look at this tiny crab!"
<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>"Tell me again how old are you?" you grumble, finally catching up when $e_they crouches down to poke the crab gently. "And you could wait for me instead of running around like a kid."
"Feeling lonely?" $e_they drags $e_their gaze to you, wiggling $e_their brows with a hint of smugness in $e_their words.
You narrow your eyes at $e_them but crouch down by $e_their side anyway. "You wish."
"I wish," $namee nods slowly with a warm smile, not fighting you on this at all.
"You're so…" you start to mutter, only to sigh and reach $e_their hand to press a kiss at the back of it. "Never mind."<<else>>"Tell me again how old are you?" you huff a soft chuckle, finally catching up when $e_they crouches down to poke the crab gently. "You could've waited for me at least."
"Feeling lonely?" $e_they drags $e_their eyes to you, wiggling $e_their brows with a hint of smugness in $e_their words.
"How can I not?" you shoot back, pure charm emanating from you as you crouch down beside $e_them. Taking $e_their hand, you press a kiss at the back of it while keeping eye contact. "It should be obvious I can't live without you, babe."
"Smooth talker," $e_they snorts, but $e_their wide grin tells you $e_they's totally preening at your attention.
"Only for you."<</if>>
"It's so tiny," $e_they jerks $e_their chin back to the crab $e_they stopped poking. "Should we—"
"No," your answer is immediate. You know what $e_they's thinking, and the answer will always be a no, even if $e_they uses $e_their puppy look on you.
"But—"
"Still no."
$e_They groans, pulling away $e_their hand from you, which makes you miss $e_their warmth already as $e_they crosses $e_their arms over $e_their chest. "Why?"
"It'll die if we take it home," you remind $e_them.
"We could—"
"No."
"Let me speak at least!" $e_they whines, nudging your shoulder with $e_theirs.
With a fond look, you reach out to stroke $e_their hair. "Babe, do you want it to die?"
"No…"
"Then let's not take it home," you tilt your head to catch $e_their eyes. "Deal?"
$e_They doesn't meet your gaze at first, $e_their blue agate orbs watching the crab slowly leaving, $e_their pout more pronounced. And after a moment, $e_they finally gives in. "Deal… only if you give me a kiss. Yeah, a kiss will make me feel better. Much better, actually."
You let out a chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss against $e_their nose. You stand up, under $e_their protests. "Hey! I want a real kiss!"
"You said a kiss; I gave you a kiss," you smile smugly.</i>
You blink back to reality.
<</if>>"Wanna taste my carbonara?" Vince proposes, twirling his pasta with his fork before turning it for you to take.
When you're about to take it, however, he smirks and takes the bite of his food. "Just kidding."
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Ah-ah." You drawl flatly as you imitate a schoolgirl voice. "That was so funny Vince, I can't! You should teach me how you do to make me laugh so hard."
Vince puffs his chest, then flips his nonexistent long hair with the back of a hand. "Sorry, that was given to me since birth; I can't teach natural talent."
"No, but you can teach me idiocy," you deadpan. "You seem pretty good at it, and you've got the look."
Vince's smug smile falls as he repeats each of your words in a poor imitation on purpose. "You're not funny, $name."
That earns a snort from you. "That's all you've got? Where did you hide your repartee?"
"In your a—"<<else>>"Huh?" you blink at him, then at his now empty fork, then back at him. A brief laugh escapes your mouth as you raise your brows pointedly. "Did you just–"
"Yup," he drawls with a shameless shrug before taking another bite of his food. "No way I share this heavenly carbonara with you."
"You're acting like a kid," you shake your head, though there's mirth mixed with fondness in your $eyecolor eyes. "Now I need a bite."
"What—hey!" he protests, trying to bat away your hand as you stab a small portion of his pasta with your fork and stuff your mouth. "That was mine!"
You hum loudly, your eyes closed. "Mmmmh, delicious."
"You ate half of my plate," he complains.
"You'll live, I promi—"<</if>>
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Vailyn's laugh breaks your banter where they're sitting between you two, their hands finding both your backs to pat there. "Ahh, never change, kids. Never change."
Their red hair is loose tonight, their curls carefully pushed behind to spill over their back. They opted for a deep orange dress that hugs their curves without looking 'too much' but rather elegant, only bringing out their warm brown eyes and clearly showing their dramatic yet gentle flair through their outfit.
Meanwhile, your brother decided that the fancy restaurant wasn't enough for him to wear anything other than his usual sweatshirt and baggy jeans. But that was to be expected with a lazy brother like yours. At least he's not that nonchalant when he's focused on his studies; you'll give him that.
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*[["Didn't plan to," you grin, shrugging smugly. "I'm perfect as it is, after all."|Chap3C77]]
*[[You can't help but smile warmly. "You look good, by the way, Vailyn."|Chap3C78]]
*[["By the way," you start, curious. "Christmas is approaching. You planned anything?"|Chap3C79]]
*[["I don't need changing, yeah," you start before pointing at your brother with a smirk. "He'll need to tho, if he doesn't want to end up alone."|Chap3C80]]
Vince rolls his eyes so hard you're afraid they might get stuck in the back of his head. "Yeah, perfect at being annoying."
"I prefer the term 'perfect older <<if $gender == "man">>brother<<elseif $gender == "woman">>sister<<else>>sibling<</if>>," you retort with a playful wink, causing him to snort despite trying to maintain his annoyed facade. "You have the privilege to eat with me in this fabulous restaurant."
Vailyn chuckles warmly at your exchange, their curls swaying gently as they shake their head. "Speaking of privileges," they start with their usual dramatic flair, pressing a hand to their chest. "I have the privilege of spending Christmas with my favorite people this year, right? Please tell me none of you have plans yet!"
"Dunno," Vince shrugs, pushing his pasta around his plate. "Haven't thought about it."
"You never think about anything more than two days ahead," you smirk, earning yourself another eye roll.
"Oh, come on!" Vailyn exclaims, their eyes widening with mock offense. "It's only, what, two weeks away? We need to plan something special. Maybe we could do a little gathering at my place? I could cook..." they trail off dreamily, already lost in thought about potential menu options. "Or we could make something together."
"Last time you tried to cook a feast, we ended up ordering pizza," Vince reminds them with a smirk.
"That's because I had to get our cake before the shop closed," Vailyn protests, though their lips are twitching with suppressed laughter. "And in my defense, you could've checked the dinner instead of talking like old people on the couch."
You're about to join in on the playful banter when your phone pings in your thick coat pocket, the sound barely audible over the gentle winter breeze and the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore below.
The notification light blinks through the fabric, demanding attention.
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Vailyn's face lights up instantly, one hand flying to their chest while the other reaches across to squeeze yours. "Oh darling, you're too sweet! I wasn't sure about this dress, you know how I get with these fancy dinners. But when I saw it in the store window, it was like destiny calling."
"It's nice," Vince drawls from his seat, mouth full of carbonara, but his lazy smile is genuine. "Matches your hair 'n stuff."
You roll your eyes fondly at your brother's eloquence, but Vailyn just laughs, too used to his laid-back nature.
"Speaking of special occasions," Vailyn says, their eyes twinkling with that familiar motherly excitement as you catch the hopeful note in their voice. "Christmas is just around the corner. Have any of you made plans yet? I was thinking maybe we could do something together this year?"
"Dunno," Vince shrugs, but you notice how he perks up slightly at the mention of Christmas. "I was thinking of maybe just chilling at home, but I'm down for whatever."
"We could do something at my place," you suggest. "Though I haven't really planned anything specific yet."
"Oh! We could make it a whole event!" Vailyn claps their hands together, getting that familiar sparkle in their eyes that usually precedes their grand plans. "I could bring my famous roast, and we could decorate together, and—" they pause, letting out a dramatic sigh, "—well, we still have time to figure out the details."
The conversation drifts comfortably, accompanied by the sound of waves below and the occasional snowflake dancing past your shelter. You're about to suggest dessert when your phone pings in your thick coat pocket, the sound muffled but distinct enough to catch your attention.
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"Oh, honey," Vailyn grins, their warm brown eyes lighting up at the mention of the holiday. "I've been thinking about it non-stop! Your house needs decorating, and I absolutely refuse to let either of you spend Christmas alone."
Vince snorts through a mouthful of carbonara, earning a pointed look from you. He swallows before speaking, "Bold of you to assume I made any plans."
"You never do," you deadpan, clear fondness in your tone. "Last year I had to literally drag you out of bed because you 'forgot' it was Christmas morning."
"In my defense," he raises his fork. "I was in the middle of a really good dream."
Vailyn shakes their head, red curls swaying with the motion. "Well, this year we're doing it properly. I'm thinking of starting decorating next weekend. The tree needs to be perfect, not like last year's disaster at your place, Vincent."
"Hey, that tree was artistic!"
"It was barely standing," you remind him with a laugh. "And half the ornaments were just your old homework papers folded into shapes."
Vince shrugs with a smirk. "Exactly. Artistic recycling."
Vailyn reaches over to pat Vince's hand. "Sweetie, this year we're doing it my way. I still have some decorations from last Christmas, they're simple but elegant. And $name," they turn to you with that protective gleam in their eyes. "You're helping me cook. No arguments."
You raise your hands in surrender, knowing better than to argue with Vailyn when they're in planning mode. "As long as you don't make me handle the turkey again." You turn your attention to your brother. "What about you, Vince?"
He shrugs once again. "Whatever works. I might have some studying to do, but–"
"Absolutely not," both you and Vailyn say in unison.
"Christmas is family time," Vailyn declares. "You can study before or after, but during Christmas? No way, young man."
The conversation drifts into comfortable silence as you all return to your meals, the view of the darkening sky and the snow creating a perfect winter ambiance. You can see Vailyn already mentally planning the decorations, while Vince seems lost in thought, probably trying to figure out how to sneak some study time without anyone noticing.
The peaceful moment is interrupted by a ping from your phone, buried deep in your thick coat pocket.
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"What's that supposed to mean?" Vince huffs, stabbing his carbonara with more force than necessary. "I don't need anyone telling me how to live."
You lean back in your chair, crossing your arms with an amused expression. "Really? Not what you said the other day when you were crying about feeling lonely in your apartment."
Vince's eyes widen comically before he kicks your shin under the table, making you yelp.
"That was supposed to stay between us!" he hisses.
"Ow! Come on, it's just Vailyn," you rub your leg with a huff. "Besides, it's not like it's the most embarrassing thing you've told me. Remember that time you–"
"Don't. You. Dare." Vince points his fork at you threateningly, though the effect is somewhat ruined by the pasta dangling from it.
Vailyn watches the exchange with fond exasperation, their curls swaying as they shake their head. "Darlings," they interject, spreading their hands. "Speaking of family matters, Christmas is approaching. Have you both given any thought to your plans?"
You and Vince exchange a glance, the previous bickering forgotten.
"Honestly, not really," you admit, pushing your food around your plate. "I mean, we could do something at my place?"
"Or mine," Vince shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant, though you can see the hope in his eyes. "Since I got that new gaming console..."
"Of course that's your motivation," you roll your eyes affectionately.
"Well," Vailyn straightens in their chair. "Whatever we decide, we're spending it together. I won't have either of you alone during the holidays."
"Yes, mom number three," Vince mumbles around a mouthful of pasta, making you snort.
"Who's your second mom?" you cock a brow, feigning looking around.
"You," he shrugs. "You're practically my only parent anyway."
"Someone had to make sure you didn't survive on instant ramen alone," you retort, though there's no heat in your words. Just the warmth of years spent looking after your little brother.
The conversation is interrupted by a ping from your phone, buried somewhere in the depths of your thick coat pocket. The sound barely carries over the gentle snowfall and distant waves, but it catches your attention nonetheless
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You fish for your phone in your thick coat's pocket as you pull it out to check your message.
<<if $romanceroute == "J">>"Ah, it's Ekissa," you tell them, even though they're already plunged into another topic.
<b><i>20:20
U home?
$name
Oi</i></b>
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[["miss me already?"|Chap3C81.J1][$ekimesschap3c1 = "op1"]]
[["need smth?"|Chap3C81.J1][$ekimesschap3c1 = "op2"]]
[["sup?"|Chap3C81.J1][$ekimesschap3c1 = "op3"]]
[[Leave Ekissa on delivered just to annoy your bestie.|Chap3C81.J1][$ekimesschap3c1 = "op4"]]
[["I'm with Vince and Vailyn at Fancy Palate, why?"|Chap3C81.J1][$ekimesschap3c1 = "op5"]]<<elseif $romanceroute == "A">>"Oh, it's…" your mouth starts while your brain isn't registering what you're reading on your phone.
It's simple yet efficient; perhaps that's why your eyes are about to pop out of your sockets, followed by a muffled laugh you can't contain. That earns your family's attention where the two were already plunged into a deep conversation to give you space.
You wave your hand in the air between you dismissively as you keep your $eyecolor eyes on your screen<<if $hairlength == "shoulder-length" or $hairlength == "long" or $hairlength == "very long">>, a strand of hair sliding down across your eyes and compelling you to blow it away<</if>>. It's so romantic, a compliment that could make any heart melt.
Athiel sure knows how to make a person feel special.
<b><i>20:20
You're ugly</i></b>
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*[["oh woaw, thanks for the compliment cutie"|Chap3C80A1][$Amesschap3c1 = "op1"]]
*[["Bored?"|Chap3C80A1][$Amesschap3c1 = "op2"]]
*[["I am. Is that all you wanted to say?"|Chap3C80A1][$Amesschap3c1 = "op3"]]
*<<if $genderroa == "man">>[[Leave Athiel on delivered just to see if he'll continue sending messages.|Chap3C80A1][$Amesschap3c1 = "op4"]]<<else>>[[Leave Athiel on delivered just to see if she'll continue sending messages.|Chap3C80A1][$Amesschap3c1 = "op4"]]<</if>>
*[["Wanna fight?"|Chap3C80A1][$Amesschap3c1 = "op5"]]<<elseif $romanceroute == "L">>"Oh, it's…" you hesitate to tell them, unsure if you want to deal with a flood of questions about why your neighbor would be texting you.
You could always say it's related to work, it <i>could</i> be about work. It's a wonder why you're thinking it's not in the first place. You've grown close, like friends. Yeah, very good friends. So even if it's not about work, it's nothing deep. Just two friends checking on each other.
Back straightening slightly as if getting ready for battle, you turn to tell them it's $namel… You don't have to; they're already plunged into another topic. Your nose scrunches briefly and your shoulders drop as you relax into your chair with a sigh.
<i>So much for acting normal.</i> But you don't linger on that slightly embarrassing moment no one but you witnessed and finally check your phone.
<b><i>20:20
Did you eat?</i></b>
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*[["Did you?"|Chap3C80L1][$Lmesschap3c1 = "op1"]]
*[["I was before you decided to bother me"|Chap3C80L1][$Lmesschap3c1 = "op2"]]
*[["I'm waiting for you to buy me dinner"|Chap3C80L1][$Lmesschap3c1 = "op3"]]
*<<if $genderrol == "man">>[[Leave Leon on delivered just to tease him.|Chap3C80L1][$Lmesschap3c1 = "op4"]]<<else>>[[Leave Luna on delivered just to tease her.|Chap3C80L1][$Lmesschap3c1 = "op4"]]<</if>>
*[["You need me for work?"|Chap3C80L1][$Lmesschap3c1 = "op5"]]<<elseif $romanceroute == "T">>"Oh, it's $namet," you mumble even though Vailyn and Vince are already deep in conversation about Christmas and what to buy.
You stare at the message for a moment, your heart fluttering and stomach churning, all in a good, satisfying way. Flicking your gaze between your third parent and your brother before landing back on your screen, you can't help a small smile on your lips.
It's so $namet to send this kind of message with such professionalism. It looks more like a work-related one than a casual text, but you won't complain.
<b><i>20:20
I hope you ate well.
If you have a moment to spare, I would be grateful to have a talk with you over the phone.</i></b>
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*[["You're adorable"|Chap3C81T1][$Tmesschap3c1 = "op1"]]
*[["About work?"|Chap3C81T1][$Tmesschap3c1 = "op2"]]
*[["If it isn't my favorite person"|Chap3C81T1][$Tmesschap3c1 = "op3"]]
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[[Leave Travis on delivered just to see if he'll continue sending messages.|Chap3C81T1][$Tmesschap3c1 = "op4"]]<<else>>[[Leave Tracee on delivered just to see if she'll continue sending messages.|Chap3C81T1][$Tmesschap3c1 = "op4"]]<</if>><<else>>"Ah, it's Ekissa," you tell them, even though they're already plunged into another topic.
<b><i>20:20
U home?
$name
Oi</i></b>
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*[["Sup?"|Chap3C81JAM1][$JAMmesschap3c1 = "op1"]]
*[["Hey there, need something?"|Chap3C81JAM1][$JAMmesschap3c1 = "op2"]]
*[["What is it?"|Chap3C81JAM1][$JAMmesschap3c1 = "op3"]]<</if>><<if $ekimesschap3c1 == "op1">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:21
miss me already?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
Funny</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:21
Why text me if not because you miss me so much tho?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
U home or not?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
I'm not, wanted to hang out?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Yeah</i></b>
A small smile plays on your lips at $j_their simple reply as your phone vibrates with another message.
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[["You're sweet"|Chap3C81J1.1][$ekimesschap3c2 = "op1"]]
[["Dw I'll see you soon"|Chap3C81J1.1][$ekimesschap3c2 = "op2"]]
[["Aaaaaaaaawwwwwww u can't live without me, can u?"|Chap3C81J1.1][$ekimesschap3c2 = "op3"]]<<elseif $ekimesschap3c1 == "op2">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:21
need smth?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
Yeah, I wanna know if ur hole or not</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:21
Hole?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
home</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
No you said hole</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
I meant home
Are u gonna answer or what</i></b>
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*[["Should I understand smth Eki?"|Chap3C81J1.2][$ekimesschap3c3 = "op1"]]
*[["I'm not home, why?"|Chap3C81J1.2][$ekimesschap3c3 = "op2"]]
*[[Send a dramatic meme with a person giving a side-eye.|Chap3C81J1.2][$ekimesschap3c3 = "op3"]]<<elseif $ekimesschap3c1 == "op3">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:21
sup?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
wdym "sup"? Are u home or not?
Can't u read?
Are u dumb?</i></b>
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*[["Oh my, I'm so happy to see my bestie see me in such a good light"|Chap3C81J1.3][$ekimesschap3c4 = "op1"]]
*[["Maybe I am. What you gonna do about it? Wanna fight?"|Chap3C81J1.3][$ekimesschap3c4 = "op2"]]
*[["I'm most definitely not."|Chap3C81J1.3][$ekimesschap3c4 = "op3"]]<<elseif $ekimesschap3c1 == "op4">><b><i>20:20
U home?
$name
Oi</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>20:21
?</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>$name</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>20:22
istg u better hide well</i></b>
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*[[Delivered|Chap3C81J1.4][$ekimesschap3c5 = "op1"]]
*[["jk, no I'm not home"|Chap3C81J1.4][$ekimesschap3c5 = "op2"]]
*[["you can't find me"|Chap3C81J1.4][$ekimesschap3c5 = "op3"]]<<elseif $ekimesschap3c1 == "op5">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:21
"I'm with Vince and Vailyn at Fancy Palate, why?"</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
just wanna hang out with u</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
What's happening to my best friend</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
what</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
You're awfully adorable</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Whatever</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
Maybe tomorrow if you're not busy?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Mh
That'd be nice yeah</i></b>
You can't help a small smile from showing on your face at $j_their message.
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<<if $ekimesschap3c2 == "op1">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
You're sweet</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
whatever</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
The sweetest</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Ok</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
A cutie patootie</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
u done?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
An adorable grumpy cat
I'm done</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c2 == "op2">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
Dw I'll see you soon"</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
sure?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
Yeah, we could do the usual, hanging at my place or yours
I'm fine either way</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
ok</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
I'll text you anyway</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c2 == "op3">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
Aaaaaaaaawwwwwww u can't live without me, can u?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
don't start</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
I'll do my best to see you as soon as I can, my lovely bestie
My bestie is probably feeling lonely
Awww, dw it's only for one night
We'll be reunite soon</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
shut the fuck up
Ur embarrassing</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
Awwwwwwwww I love you too!</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
whatever</i></b>
You can't help but chuckle, your shoulders shaking and eyes twinkling with mirth.<</if>>
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<<if $ekimesschap3c3 == "op1">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
Should I understand smth Eki?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
shut the fuck up and answer my damn question</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
Wait
I'm supposed to shut up or answer?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I'm gonna block ur number</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
You wouldn't dare</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
then answer the damn question $name for fuck's sake</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Alright, alright
No I'm not home rn
Why?</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c3 == "op2">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
I'm not home, why?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
ur not?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
That's what I wrote</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
eating somewhere?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Yeah, with Vailyn and Vince. Why?</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c3 == "op3">><b><i>20:23
what</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
You said hole</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I meant home, are u dumb?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
Last time I checked?
Nope</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
then answer the question for fuck's sake</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
What was it again?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
scroll up</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
Too lazy</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
ARE YOU HOME</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Wow, thanks bestie for the reminder
No, I'm not
I'm with Vailyn and Vince
Why?</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:24
just wanted to hang out with u</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Oh, maybe next time?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
mh</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Try not to feel too lonely without me</i></b></div>
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<b><i>20:22
Oh my, I'm so happy to see my bestie see me in such a good light</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
where are u?
So I can strangle u</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
You do realize that won't make me answer faster with that kind of threat?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
$name
U have no idea how bad I wanna punch u rn</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Alright alright, grumpy pants
I'm not home, I'm with Vailyn and Vince at Fancy Palate
Why?</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c4 == "op2">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
Maybe I am
What you gonna do about it?
Wanna fight?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
punch the hell outta u
Come at my place, we'll fight alright</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
I'll dodge before you can</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
sorry Flash mcqueen</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
You're forgiven
And I'm not home
I'm eating with Vailyn and Vince at Fancy Palate</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c4 == "op3">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
I'm most definitely not.</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Yeah yeah
whatever
u home or not?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
say sorry first</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
are u fucking kidding me???</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Nope</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
For fuck's sake
sorry</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
I'm eating with Vailyn and Vince at Fancy Palate :)</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:24
Wanted to hang out with u
But guess later then</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Oh
That's actually sweet
But yeah, later
Maybe tomorrow if you're down</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
mh</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>I'll text you anyway</i></b></div><</if>>
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<<if $ekimesschap3c5 == "op1">><b><i>20:22
istg u better hide well</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>20:23
that's it
I'm coming</i></b>
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*[["weird way of phrasing it but okay"|Chap3C81J1.4.1][$ekimesschap3c5a = "op1"]]
*[["Riiiight"|Chap3C81J1.4.1][$ekimesschap3c5a = "op2"]]
*[["aaaaahhh, I'm coming too!"|Chap3C81J1.4.1][$ekimesschap3c5a = "op3"]]<<elseif $ekimesschap3c5 == "op2">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
jk, no I'm not home</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
work?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
Dinner with Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
ah, cool</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Did you need something?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
just wanna hang out with u</i></b>
You can't help a small smile from showing on your face at $j_their message.<<elseif $ekimesschap3c5 == "op3">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:22
you can't find me</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
wanna bet?
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
No
Last time I taunt you, you ended up sneaking into my house like a creep</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
you told me I was worried for nothing about your shitty lock
I had to prove my point
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
By breaking in my place?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
yeah</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Whatever
What did you want?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
just wanna hang out with u</i></b>
You can't help a small smile from showing on your face at $j_their message.
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<<if $ekimesschap3c5a == "op1">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
weird way of phrasing it but okay</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
You're so fucking funny</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
I know thx bestie</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
don't move
I'll come to end you</i></b><<elseif $ekimesschap3c5a == "op2">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
"Riiiight"</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Is that a challenge?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
No?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
U sure about that?</i></b><<elseif $ekimesschap3c5a == "op3">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
aaaaahhh, I'm coming too!</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
what
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
I'm so close
Ahh AHHHH</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
…</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
Feel so goooood
QJBFZEHFBVFH</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
ur disgusting</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:23
I'm hilarious</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Keep dreaming</i></b><</if>>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
You don't even know where I am</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
idc I'll find u eventually
Or did u forget I know where u live?
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Alright, alright grumpy pants
I'm at Fancy palate with Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
ah</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Needed something?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
just wanna hang out with u</i></b>
You can't help a small smile from showing on your face at $j_their message.
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<b><i>20:24
$namet shot me a text earlier</i></b>
Your brows shoot up in surprise, eyes darting between your brother and Vailyn, who are still deep in discussion. Something about what to buy and what to bring to your house—you don't catch everything, but you get the gist of it. With a small frown on your features, you look back to your phone as you type your reply.
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*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["About? Already replacing me with Travis, Eki?"|Chap3C81J5][$ekimesschap3c7 = "op1"]]<<else>>[["About? Already replacing me with Tracee, Eki?"|Chap3C81J5][$ekimesschap3c7 = "op1"]]<</if>>
*[["wait, you two talk to each other often?"|Chap3C81J5][$ekimesschap3c7 = "op2"]]
*[["should I be worried?"|Chap3C81J5][$ekimesschap3c7 = "op3"]]
<b><i>20:24
<<if $ekimesschap3c7 == "op1">>I'm not replacing you dumbass<<elseif $ekimesschap3c7 == "op2">> sometimes yeah <<else>>maybe?<</if>>
$j_They told me about what I did to that asshole who nearly crashed into your car
Still think that guy was an asshole btw</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Ah. Yeah, I wanted to talk to u about it too</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Do I gotta prepare myself for some lecture?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:24
Do you want me to lecture you?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
no </i></b>
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*[["Too bad because I'm going to do it. Why did you do that??"|Chap3C81J6][$ekimesschap3c8 = "op1"]]
*[["I appreciate it, Eki," you type anyway. "Really, but you can't pull that shit every time I have problems with someone."|Chap3C81J6][$ekimesschap3c8 = "op2"]]
*[["HOW DARE YOU EMBARRASS ME YOU CUTIE PATOOTIE OF MY HEART!??"|Chap3C81J6][$ekimesschap3c8 = "op3"]]
*[["Alright, no lecture."|Chap3C81J6][$ekimesschap3c8 = "op4"]]
<<if $ekimesschap3c8 == "op1">><b><i>20:25
u nearly had an accident</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:25
So you thought 'hey what about threatening that guy'??</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Yeah.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:25
Are you serious?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Look, ik I shouldn't have done that but that guy could be more careful on the road</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
That's your excuse?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
…
Yes
I'm sorry</i></b>
Your features soften just a tad as you shake your head fondly. You really hope $j_they won't throw punches next time something like this happens.<<elseif $ekimesschap3c8 == "op2">><b><i>20:25
It could've been serious, $name</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
It's not a reason to threaten that guy</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
I think it's reason enough
I should've punched that piece of shit</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
Are you apologizing or bragging?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
I'm not bragging
I'm sorry I got caught</i></b>
You heave a sigh. There's no changing your bestie, though you wouldn't have $j_them any other way.<<elseif $ekimesschap3c8 == "op3">><b><i>20:25
ur lecturing me or praising me
Idk anymore</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
Idk either</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
ok?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
You still shouldn't have done that tho
That's what I should say, right?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
I guess</i></b><<elseif $ekimesschap3c8 == "op4">><b><i>20:25
Wait
Really?</i></b><</if>>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
Just don't do it again Eki, I don't want problems</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
I know
Sorry about that</i></b>
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*[["omggg did I read it right?? My bestie apologizing?????"|Chap3C81J7][$ekimesschap3c9 = "op1"]]
*[["You're good"|Chap3C81J7][$ekimesschap3c9 = "op2"]]
*[["Maybe i should buy you a punching ball"|Chap3C81J7][$ekimesschap3c9 = "op3"]]
<<if $ekimesschap3c9 == "op1">><b><i>20:26
oh shut up</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
Never
I'm screenshotting this</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
drama queen much?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I'm gonna print this and sleep with that precious screenshot</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
whatever</i></b><<elseif $ekimesschap3c9 == "op2">><b><i>20:26
u sure?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
Yeah
It's been years I've dealt with a grumpy bestie
I know you did it out of care</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
ok
I'll try to keep my hands to myself next time tho</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
We both know that won't happen</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I can be calm when I want</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
Which is rare</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
whatever</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
:)</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c9 == "op3">><b><i>20:26
I don't need a punching ball</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:26
No, you'd rather punch people, huh?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
not my fault they're dumbasses</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
Everyone are dumbasses for you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Yeah
And sometimes they need some humbling</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
By punching them?</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:27
what u doing for Christmas?</i></b>
<<if $ekimesschap3c9 == "op3">>A quiet huff leaves your nose, knowing deflection when you see it.<</if>> You take the time to think about it. Really think about it. You talked about this with <<if $routechel == "yes">>Chelsea<<else>>Maxime<</if>> earlier and just had this topic with Vince and Vailyn. But you're still indecisive. Spending it with Vince and Vailyn is a certainty—you rarely spent holidays without them. However... you also want to spend it with Ekissa, just $j_them and you. You already picture the two of you, drinking a warm drink on your couch and talking about random things that happened this year, reminiscing your first meeting, the weird stuff you did over the years. Those kinds of things.
Just you and your bestie.
Is it weird to want to spend Christmas with your bestie? <i>Alone</i>?
You shake your head to dispel those thoughts and focus back on your phone.
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[["Wanna spend it together?"|Chap3C81J8][$ekimesschap3c10 = "op1"]]
[["Probably with Vailyn and Vince"|Chap3C81J8][$ekimesschap3c10 = "op2"]]
[["Idk, you'll be busy?"|Chap3C81J8][$ekimesschap3c10 = "op3"]]<<if $ekimesschap3c10 == "op1">><b><i>20:27
sure
With Valyn and ur bro?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
Just for the day until dinner I think</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
ok
I'll crash at your place for Christmas Eve</i></b>
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*[["Alright"|Chap3C81J8a][$ekimesschap3c10a = "op1"]]
*[["What if I don't wanna?"|Chap3C81J8a][$ekimesschap3c10a = "op2"]]
*[["You won't visit your parents btw?"|Chap3C81J8a][$ekimesschap3c10a = "op3"]]<<elseif $ekimesschap3c10 == "op2">><b><i>20:27
and me</i></b>
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*[["And you"|Chap3C81J8b][$ekimesschap3c10b = "op1"]]
*[["Who invited you?"|Chap3C81J8b][$ekimesschap3c10b = "op2"]]
*[["You're not spending it with your parents?"|Chap3C81J8b][$ekimesschap3c10b = "op3"]]<<elseif $ekimesschap3c10 == "op3">><b><i>20:27
nah
Not this year
I had some calls from the usual bars but I told them I'd be busy</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
With me?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
Yeah
Gimme a sec</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C81J1CROIS2">><</button>><</if>><<if $ekimesschap3c10a == "op1">><b><i>20:27
I'll sleep on the couch</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
There's literally a guest room
Y'know, the one you took not that long ago</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
ik
I prefer the couch</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:28
Alright, alright</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c10a == "op2">><b><i>20:27
u thought u had the choice
Cute</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
I'll lock the door for your attitude</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I have the spare key</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
I thought you gave it back?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
I did, but I took it back in case u decide to play dirty</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:28
I'm not playing dirty
Ur the one who got an attitude</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c10a == "op3">><b><i>20:27
idk yet
Maybe during the day</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
They won't feel bummed to spend Christmas without their precious kid?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
It wouldn't be the first I spend it with u</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:28
Points taken</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:28
wait
Lemme call u</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C81J1CROIS2">><</button>><<if $ekimesschap3c10b == "op1">><b><i>20:27
it'll be at your place?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:27
Probably</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
we should go shopping to grab what we need</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Yeah, Vailyn and Vince will come along</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
alright</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
That settled</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c10b == "op2">><b><i>20:27
I just did</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I didn't tho?
And its my house</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I didn't ask for ur opinion?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Getting bold?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
cuz u thought I was shy?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Not really
Alright
We can spend it together
Just cuz u asked nicely</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
I didn't ask</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Sorry can't read u</i></b></div><<elseif $ekimesschap3c10b == "op3">><b><i>20:27
what if I wanna spend it with u?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Then I wouldn't mind
But won't they be disappointed?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
it's not like it's the first time I spend it with you</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
You're right
If you're sure</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
I'm sure</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Then it's settled</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:28
lemme call u</i></b>
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You don't have time to register that your phone is already buzzing between your fingers. You glance up at your little family before standing up silently, jerking your thumb behind you when their eyes meet yours in puzzlement. "I'll be right back."
"You're gonna have your days off for holidays?"
"Mh, no. $namel suggested giving me half of the month but I didn't want to give more ammo to the people who complained about me," you reply, the sweet scent of food wafting through the air as you stroll to the far end of the floor, resting your elbow on the railing.
Silence follows your words, the waves gently lapping at the sand as they retreat to the shore, more noticeable on your end with quiet forks clattering against plates in the background, but not loud enough to ruin the peaceful moment.
You can't hear much from $j_their side, just the faint hint of cars driving by despite being on the 6th floor of $j_their building, along with honks and the sound of the wind slipping through $j_their apartment.
"People complained about you?" $j_they finally inquires, an edge in $j_their tone, and you swear you can hear the scowl on $j_their face. "Lemme guess, about how you got the job?"
A sharp breath of amusement echoes softly around, a puff of smoke drifting from your nose as your lips curl in the biting cold. "Apparently, I'm not only dating $namel but also $namet. I'm pretty popular. Wanna join my harem, Eki?"
<<if $smoke == "yes">>Grabbing your pack of cigarettes in your coat pocket, you draw one with your lips and tuck the pack back into your pocket to fish for your lighter.
<</if>>You hear a sigh from your best friend, a sign that $j_they's already getting worked up over it on your behalf. "Both? Who started the rumor?"
"Hell if I know," you lift your shoulder even if $j_they can't see it<<if $smoke == "yes">> as you take a drag of your cig, letting it curl in your lungs before blowing the smoke in the air<</if>>. "$namet told you about the reunion we had?"
"No, $j_they just told me to avoid any altercation at work, saying it would only make you look bad," $j_they explains gruffly. "Anyway, what did you guys talk about?"
You blink in pleasant surprise. The stoic $t_man is hard to approach usually—at least with others—or to show any other emotion than just... well, neutral ones. "$j_They said that?"
"Mh," Ekissa grunts in confirmation, not caring much if $j_their grunt is any indication.
"That's..." you trail off as you find yourself smiling a bit.
You completely forget about Ekissa's question, wondering if you should thank $namet for $t_their thoughtfulness. It's not every day someone tells Ekissa what's what—it's even more rare to see your best friend unfazed by it instead of wanting to snap that it's not anyone's business.
"...actually nice of $t_them," you finish.
"$name," your best friend brings you back on track, $j_their tone holding a hint of curiosity rather than annoyance. "What did you talk about?"
"Right," you shake your head and clear your throat. "We talked about rumors spreading in and outside the company," you say with a scrunch of your nose. "That the company's factories are dirty and that the products can't be trusted."
"Damn," $j_they whistles lowly, shuffling noise slipping through your phone in what you suppose is $j_them getting comfortable somewhere in $j_their apartment. "Didn't find the culprit?"
"Not yet, we handled the 'YOUR' problem, but it keeps getting worse," you sigh.
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A particularly cold breeze seeps through your clothes, earning a shiver as you tighten your coat around you to seek some warmth. <<if $smoke == "yes">>Tapping the ash from your cig in the nearby ashtray, you take another drag.<</if>>
For a brief moment, you're lost in thoughts. You think back to how everyone was during the reunion. Angry, anxious, wary, confused and a lot more expressions you watched crossing their features. You're grateful for the professionalism, because until now no one dropped this problem on your shoulders or used this to make it all about you. It's always somehow your fault when you hear some people, and just this once, it wasn't.
This problem isn't as draining as you thought it would be. It's a big problem, that's for sure. The company might have to deal with more blows, but not the kind of problem without issues. You just know they'll find a solution.
The Melth company has nothing to hide, no hidden agenda. It's still a surprise to see people believe everything without even trying to dig deeper than some comments on social media, as if it was all they were waiting for—finding a crack in the company to lash out and have a reason to do so.
"That being said," you break the brief silence. "I'm sure the problem will be solved sooner rather than later; Melth company is pretty big and they've dealt with a lot of shit before," you point out<<if $smoke == "yes">>, blowing the smoke<</if>> as you drum your fingers against the railing. "Besides, the company never had real complaints with actual proof."
A pause. Then. "You're gonna be okay with all these messes?"
<<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">>"Sure, having people think I have a harem? And handling unhappy clients over something that never happened? That's the dream I'm living," you drawl, sarcasm so thick you can taste it.
"Smartass," $j_they snorts, no doubt rolling $j_their eyes. "I'm being serious, $name."
"So am I, bestie, so am I," you heave a dramatic sigh, then more seriously. "I'll be just fine, don't worry about it."
"I can always—"
"No, you're not doing anything about it," you cut in with a short breath, a mix of a laugh and a scoff. "I can handle it."<<else>>"I mean," you start, scratching the back of your neck with a shrug $j_they can't see. "It's not like I'm personally attacked."
"They started talking shit about you having a harem," Ekissa deadpans.
<i>Touché.</i> That earns a small huff from you. While you're now aware of those rumors circulating around the company, you never felt threatened by them. No one ever outwardly showed any anger or ressentiment or jealousy. There had been small comments here and there, but never something alarming or bringing any discomfort from you.
"I know," you tell $j_them gently, trying to prove to $j_them you're not upset about it through your voice. "But I don't feel like they're trying hard to kick me out of the company."
Dead silence, before...<</if>>
"Alright," your best friend concedes reluctantly. "I'll come by tomorrow. Want me to pick you up?"
"Please," you nod, gaze scanning the ocean under your eyes, the sun now fully gone, leaving the lights of the restaurant to cast a gentle glow that sparkles on the water. "Oh by the way, could you drive me to the car dealership this weekend? I finally bought my new car."
Nothing special, really. You didn't spend an hour choosing a car, even if you probably should've. The pics and details were decent, and you thought that having your car as soon as possible would be great.
Still, you took care of choosing a <<cycle "$pickcarcolorch3" autoselect>><<option "black">><<option "blue">><<option "orange">><<option "pink">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "red">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$pickcarch3" autoselect>><<option "Sedan">><<option "coupe">><<option "hatchback">><<option "pickup truck">><<option "SUV">><</cycle>>. A car that caught your eyes even if the price always stings. But then again, you've never been a fan of spending too much on anything, really. Though, for once, you're giving yourself a treat, and you don't feel like it was a waste. A car is useful.
"New car?" Ekissa questions casually, and you can practically hear the small smile playing on $j_their face. Knowing how you are with money, and probably guessing you must have had a funny face when making a deal for that car.
"Mh, I've been dragging this out for too long," you acquiesce <<if $smoke == "yes">>, taking one last long drag of your cig before crushing it in the nearby ashtray<<else>>, with a small shrug.<</if>> "You're probably tired of driving me everywhere, just like $namet, or $namel, or Vailyn." You blink, only now realizing how many people drive you right and left. "That's a lot of people, don't you think?"
"It doesn't bother me." Comes the response you knew was coming. Difficult not to see it coming when you've been friends with this grumpy $j_man for years.
"I know, I know," you pass a hand over your $haircolor hair. "I just... want my own car instead of borrowing yours or Vailyn's. It's been months already."
"I get it. I just wanted to be sure you know I don't mind it. I'm at my place half of the time with my paintings and the other half at my gigs or on my way to see you. So I don't need my car much."
"What would I do without my best friend, huh?"
Ekissa grunts in response. "Well, I'll leave you to it. See you tomorrow?"
You hum in agreement.
"Text me when you're home," $j_they adds before you can hang up.
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*[["Don't miss me too much, Eki," you coo playfully.|Chap3C81J19]]
*[[A soft smile graces your lips as you murmur. "Will do. Wait—before you go, did you eat?"|Chap3C81J20]]
*[["What if you're asleep?" you cock an eyebrow.|Chap3C81J21]]
*[[You grumble, though there's no heat. "I'm not some kid."|Chap3C81J22]]
*[["Yes, mom," you drawl, a hint of amusement in your tone "Do be careful; your soft side is showing."|Chap3C81J23]]
There's something about the way $j_they huffs in response that makes your heart do a little flip, though you try not to dwell on that too much. It's just a damn huff.
"Shut up," $j_they grumbles, but you can hear the smile in $j_their voice, that subtle warmth that only comes out when it's just the two of you. "You're impossible sometimes."
"Only sometimes? I must be losing my touch," you lean against the railing, watching the waves crash below. The night air is fresh against your skin, carrying the salt of the ocean and deepening the peaceful moment. "Remember when we first met? I was impossible all the time then."
"You still are," $j_they counters, and there's that fondness again, making your chest feel tight. "Just learned to handle it better."
You laugh softly, the sound carried away by the breeze. "Glad you stuck around long enough to figure it out."
There's a pause, just a beat too long, filled with something you can't quite name. "Yeah," $j_they says finally, voice quieter than before. "Me too."
You bite your lip, fighting the urge to say something more, something that might shift this delicate balance you've been maintaining. Instead, you hold onto the easy friendship, the comfortable space you've carved out together.
"Well, better let you go before you start writing poetry about how much you'll miss me," you tease, your fingers tightening slightly on your phone. You don't want it to end just yet, but you have to join the others.
"In your dreams," $j_they scoffs, but it's gentle. "Get some sleep once home, $name. And <i>after</i> sending me a message."
The call ends with a soft click, leaving you alone with the sound of the waves and the warmth in your chest that always lingers after talking to $j_them lately. You stay there a moment longer, letting the night air cool your cheeks, before heading back to your table to join your family.
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There's a pause on the other end, and you can picture $j_them blinking at the sudden question. Your concern for $j_their eating habits has been a constant thing over the years, knowing full well how $j_they gets lost in $j_their art for hours without taking proper breaks.
"I had some leftovers," $j_they answers after a beat, and you can hear rustling in the background—probably $j_them moving around $j_their apartment.
Your smile turns knowing. "Meaning you reheated week-old takeout?"
"Two days," $j_they corrects with a grunt that makes you chuckle. "I was working on a new piece."
The wind carries the smell of your family's food, making your stomach growl despite having eaten. You glance back at your table, seeing them engaged in conversation, their plates already half-empty.
"I can bring you some food," you offer, turning back to face the ocean. "We ordered way too much anyway. Could drop it off on my way home."
You're lying, of course. You didn't ordered too much, but you feel the urge to see $j_them.
"You don't have to," $j_they says, but you catch the slight shift in $j_their tone—a mix of appreciation and hesitation.
"I want to," you insist softly, watching the waves crash against the shore. "Besides, I need to make sure my best friend isn't surviving on cold noodles alone."
$j_Their low chuckle sends a warm flutter through your chest, one you've been experiencing more often lately.
"I'm fine, $name," $j_they concedes, and you can hear the smile in $j_their voice.
"Alright then," you snort. "Wouldn't want to wound your pride."
"Shut up," $j_they grumbles, but there's no bite to it. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
The call ends with a click, leaving you with that familiar warmth that always lingers after talking to $j_them.
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The sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the comfortable silence between you two, along with the soft chatter and clinking of cutlery from the other patrons behind you.
A scoff comes from the other end. "Then wake me up."
$j_Their gruff voice holds a hint of something warmer than usual, making your heart skip a beat. You bite your lip, grateful $j_they can't see the way your body heat up at $j_their casual protectiveness.
"You need your beauty sleep though," you say with a ghost of a smirk, trying to ignore how your stomach flutters when $j_they lets out a quiet chuckle.
"I mean it," $j_they insists, $j_their voice getting that stubborn edge you know all too well. "Text me. Even if it's 3am."
You glance back at your table where your family is still eating, catching Vailyn's curious look before turning back to face the darkening horizon. "Fine, fine. I'll text you even if you're drooling on your pillow."
"I don't drool," $j_they grumbles, but you can hear the smile in $j_their voice.
"Sure you don't, bestie," you drawl, hoping $j_they can't hear how your voice softens to something almost like honey on the word that's starting to feel more like a shield than a truth.
"Whatever. Just text me," $j_they says before ending the call with $j_their usual abruptness, leaving you staring at your phone with a fond shake of your head.
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Your fingers tap against the rail as you watch the waves dance below, the restaurant's warm lights casting long shadows across the floor. The sound of clinking plates and quiet chatter from nearby tables mingles with the ocean breeze.
"Could've fooled me," Ekissa shoots back, $j_their deep voice holding that familiar touch of protectiveness that always makes your heart skip. "Remember that time you fell asleep on your couch and forgot to text me? I had to drive to your place at 3 AM."
"That was one time," you protest, though a smile tugs at your lips as warmth spreads in your chest. These days, $j_their concern affects you differently than it used to. "And you didn't have to check on me, you know."
"Right," $j_they scoffs, and you can picture $j_them running a hand through $j_their snowy white hair like $j_they always does. "Because leaving you alone when you're not answering your phone is totally something I'd do."
The gentle way $j_they says it makes your stomach flutter. You glance back at your table where your family is still eating, their laughter carrying across the balcony, then turn back to face the ocean. "Fine, fine. I'll text you when I get home, you worrywart."
"Good," $j_they grunts, satisfaction clear in $j_their voice. There's a pause, and you hear $j_them shifting. "Don't stay out too late."
"Yeah, yeah," you murmur, biting your lip to hold back the fondness threatening to spill into your voice.
"Night, $name," $j_they says simply before ending the call, leaving you with the sound of waves and your racing heart.
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A low grumble vibrates through the phone, followed by a scoff that makes your smile widen. The familiar way $j_they gets even more grumpy when you point out $j_their caring nature never fails to warm your chest. "So what?"
"Aw, getting defensive now?" you tease, leaning more against the railing as you watch the waves dance below. The salty breeze carries the mix of seafood and desserts from the nearby tables, reminding you of your own waiting food. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. No one will know you're actually a big softie under all that grumpiness."
"I will hang up," $j_they threatens, but you can hear the smile in $j_their voice.
"Fine, fine," you concede, your free hand finding its way into your pocket to shield it from the cold. "I'll text you when I get home. Happy?"
"Mh," comes $j_their noncommittal grunt, a sound you've learned to interpret as approval over the years. There's a pause, then: "Don't stay out too late."
The genuine concern in $j_their voice makes something flutter in your stomach. You glance back at your table, where plates of food await. "I won't. The food's getting cold anyway."
"Good. Night, $name."
The call ends with a soft click, leaving you with a fond smile and that familiar ache in your chest that's been growing stronger these past months. With a small sigh, you push off the railing and head back to your table, trying to ignore how much you already miss $j_their voice.
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C82">><</button>><<if $Amesschap3c1 == "op1">><div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Oh woaw, thanks for the compliment cutie</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
It wasn't a compliment tho
And don't call me that</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll cherish this message for the rest of my life.</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
It wasn't a compliment.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
You sure?
You have the habit of saying a lot of things except what you think
So I thought it was the same rn</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
what?
What are you talking about?
I'm always honest
Why would I say the opposite of what I think
That's stupid.
I don't talk for nothing
Everything I say makes sense
And we both know the only stupid person between us is you</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
You let out a snort at the replies $a_they's firing back at you, as if you made a grave mistake when all you did was to be honest.</i></b></div>
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*[["Careful, you're gonna have a stroke typing so much"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2a = "op1"]]
*[["Sure, sure."|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2a = "op2"]]
*[["Sorry, I'm too stupid to understand"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2a = "op3"]]<<elseif $Amesschap3c1 == "op2">><b><i>20:21
No, I just thought you'd need a reminder just in case</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
I see, so you're bored</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I just told you I wasn't
Don't you know how to read or did you forget your brain at my place?</i></b>
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*[["Then why are you texting me?"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2b = "op1"]]
*[["If that helps you sleep at night, sure"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2b = "op2"]]
*[["I read you just fine"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2b = "op3"]]<<elseif $Amesschap3c1 == "op3">><b><i>20:21
Yes</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
Happy?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Mh, that'll have to do</i></b>
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*[["You're being weird"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2c = "op1"]]
*[["Don't hesitate to send me a reminder when you feel like it. It's always such a joy to be called ugly."|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2c = "op2"]]
*[["You ugly"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2c = "op3"]]<<elseif $Amesschap3c1 == "op4">><b><i>20:21
and dumb</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>The dumbest, really</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>You don't even know how to type a reply because you're an idiot</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>See?</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>A real dumbass over here everyone</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>Stop it</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>It's not funny anymore</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>STOP THTA</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
You made a typo</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Fuck you</i></b>
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*[["Roarrr grrr"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2d = "op1"]]
*[["Thanks, you too"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2d = "op2"]]
*[["What? I'm just trying to help your grammar"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2d = "op3"]]<<elseif $Amesschap3c1 == "op5">><b><i>20:21
I don't touch dirty things</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Lemme guess, I'm the dirty thing</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
AWESOME, $name. You're not dumb after all</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
Thank u </i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
You're welcome, it's not every day you're being smart</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I feel like it's supposed to sting
But it doesn't</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Good for you</i></b>
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*[["GOoD FoR yOu"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2e = "op1"]]
*[["Like, I see your messages and I don't feel anything"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2e = "op2"]]
*[["I'm not dumb btw"|Chap3C80A2][$Amesschap3c2e = "op3"]]<</if>><<if $Amesschap3c2a == "op1">><b><i>20:23
ah.ah.ah.ah.ah</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I know, people often tell me I'm funny</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
flash news
You're not
You're like
The least funny person I've ever known
Even $namel is funnier than you</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Are you trying to hurt me?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Is it working?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Not really </i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I'm doing a poor job then.</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2a == "op2">><b><i>20:23
That's all?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
What?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Nothing
I didn't know you were a pushover, that's all</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Just because I don't waste my time arguing with you?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
mh</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
You're mad because I'm not protesting?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I'm NOT mad</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Whatever you say, Princess</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
DON'T CALL ME THAT</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2a == "op3">><b><i>20:23
See? Ugly and dumb</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
What?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
You're ugly and dumb</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
What?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
You're doing this on purpose </i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
What?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
STOP THAT</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
What?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Giev me a sec to block you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
You made a typo</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
How old are you?</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2b == "op1">><b><i>20:23
Because</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I don't have to explain myself to you</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Okay</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
And like I said
You needed a reminder</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Of how ugly I am?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Exactly
And I did a good job
Now you won't think you're God's gift</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Wouldn't want to steal your place</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
You know what?
I thought you were an idiot but seems like you're smarter than I thought</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2b == "op2">><b><i>20:23
what's that supposed to mean?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
That you're bored and know that the only person who's going to pull up with your attitude is me</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
You think you're special or something?
I could've sent a text to $namet</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm sure $a_they'd leave you on read</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Whatever
You're not special </i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
No, I'm just the side piece</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
...
A: You're not</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2b == "op3">><b><i>20:23
Well, sometimes I wonder if you're not just dumb</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Don't be a smartass</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
can't handle the truth</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Can't handle you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
oh please
I knew that already
Nobody could handle me
And you're as hot as Clif, y'know, my mom's dog</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
He's dead</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Exactly
I'm sure you look just like him right now</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2c == "op1">><b><i>20:23
and you're ugly, what's your point?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
You don't send random message usually</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
HAHAHAHHAHA
You feel special or something?
Feel any butterfly just because I sent you a message?
What, you want me to stop?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Stop bullying, smartass</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
then stop being a pushover</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
I'm not tho?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
whatever</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2c == "op2">><b><i>20:23
I don't need your permission to speak my mind</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Ah so that was you speaking your mind? </i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Yes
Got any problem with that?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
But I thought it was supposed to be a reminder?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I can perfectly speak my mind while reminding you how ugly you are</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
My bad, my bad</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Don't feel special. You're not.</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2c == "op3">><b><i>20:23
If you plan to copy me
At least say something believable</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
It is tho?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I'm a model</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Ah right
Sorry</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I forgive you just this time</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
You ugly model</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Fuck you</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2d == "op1">><b><i>20:23
You're giving me goosebumps </i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Aww, I didn't know I could affect you this much </i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
no
You don't get it
You're being cringe af</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
I'll take it as a compliment </i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
You're embarrassing yourself</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Grrrr</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
eww</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2d == "op2">><b><i>20:23
whatever</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Don't tell me you're short on snarky responses</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I'm not</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Then give me your best shot</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Don't want to</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Because?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I don't want to make you cry</i></b><
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Sure.</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
yes.</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2d == "op3">><b><i>20:23
I don't need hlep </i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I beg to differ</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Let me rephrase that
I don't need help from YOU</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Oh come on
I know you love me</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
In your dreams</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
How did you know?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
what</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
What?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
idiot</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2e == "op1">><b><i>20:23
Why are you writing like a dumbass?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm mocking you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
No, you're just being an idiot</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Excuse you
I'm a delight</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Ah.ah.ah.</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2e == "op2">><b><i>20:23
Okay $name.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm completely immune to your attitude</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
You're done?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
You could tell me everything you want
It wouldn't hurt me</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
oh shut up</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c2e == "op3">><b><i>20:23
Oh but you are
It's okay
No one can be as smart as me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Do you see?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
What's this stupid question?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
No really
Do you see it?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
And what am I supposed to see?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Your big fat head that's getting so big I'm afraid it won't fit in your apartment anymore
You'll have to move to another bigger place
A castle maybe
Wait
It won't even fit there</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Fuck off</i></b><</if>>
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<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
You needed smth?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:234
what?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
You needed something?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I UNDERSTOOD THE FIRST TIME</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Answer then</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
What do you mean if I needed something?
I don't?</i></b>
You blink at the answer.
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*[["Aaawwww, you just wanted to talk with lil old me?"|Chap3C80A3][$Amesschap3c3 = "op1"]]
*[["You just texted me to tell me I'm ugly?"|Chap3C80A3][$Amesschap3c3 = "op2"]]
*[["I'm at Fancy Palate"|Chap3C80A3][$Amesschap3c3 = "op3"]]
<<if $Amesschap3c3 == "op1">><b><i>20:25
Here we go
Now you won't shut up for days</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
But you're being so cute
Adorable
I feel the strong need to squish your cheeks now</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
I'm not fucking cute</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
You know cursing won't make you less adorable, right?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
You're being insufferable</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C80ACROIS2">><</button>><<elseif $Amesschap3c3 == "op2">><b><i>20:25
yes
You needed a reminder
I gave it to you</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Is that all?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
yes</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Disappointing</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
I don't care</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Even more disappointing</i></b></div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C80ACROIS2">><</button>><<elseif $Amesschap3c3 == "op3">><b><i>20:25
idc</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
You don't have time to type your answer that $a_they's already shooting you another message.</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
with who?</i></b>
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*[["Your mom"|Chap3C80A3a][$Amesschap3c3a = "op1"]]
*[["Vailyn and Vince"|Chap3C80A3a][$Amesschap3c3a = "op2"]]
*[["Why?"|Chap3C80A3a][$Amesschap3c3a = "op3"]]<</if>>
<<if $Amesschap3c3a == "op1">><b><i>20:25
my bad, I thought it was with yours
Ah wait</i></b>
Your eyes widen, mouth open as a bark of laughter escapes you before clearing your throat when Vailyn and Vince glance at you. You wave them off.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
You know I could be mad for this</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
are you?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Not really</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Sorry</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
I told you I'm not mad</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
still
Anyway</i></b><<elseif $Amesschap3c3a == "op2">><b><i>20:25
I see
idc</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
You asked tho?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
and now I don't care</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Lunatic</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
excuse you, I'm not</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Mh</i></b></div><<elseif $Amesschap3c3a == "op3">><b><i>20:25
Just answer</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
No
Why?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Because</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
That's not an answer</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
That's the only answer</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Why, Athiel?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
leave me alone</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Athiel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
It's not because you repeat my name that it'll change anything</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Alright alright </i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
So?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
I'm not telling you until you tell me why</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
I'm just curious</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
figures</i></b><</if>>
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You don't have time to register that your phone is already buzzing between your fingers. You glance up at your little family before standing up silently, jerking your thumb behind you when their eyes meet yours in puzzlement. "I'll be right back."
Without waiting for an answer, you draw away from the table to join the far end of the floor. Your elbows rest on the railing, facing the beach, and the wind blows softly against your face as you look ahead without seeing.
Your heart throbs a little faster. There's a silence—a long one where neither of you tries to speak up. Whether it's because of nerves or just because Athiel is getting comfortable on $a_their end remains to be heard.
"Athiel," you finally break the silence, too antsy to prolong it. "Why did you call?"
There's another silence, and you wonder if you imagined the call altogether. "It was a mistake; my thumb tapped call by mistake," $a_they quickly justifies, $a_their voice taking on that defensive tone. "Don't get ahead of yourself."
You arch an eyebrow, even if $a_they can't see. "Then why didn't you hang up directly?"
"Is it an interrogation or a call?" $a_they snaps—you swear you could picture $a_them narrowing $a_their eyes if you close your eyes.
"It's a question," you correct, then, knowing it's no use to argue with $a_them, you proceed with another topic. "Do you have plans for Christmas?"
You've talked about this with <<if $routechel == "yes">>Chelsea<<else>>Maxime<</if>>, and you had this discussion just now with your family, so there's no harm in asking Athiel too. Though, it's not just curiosity. Spending it with Athiel could... be fun? Or a disaster. But you find yourself not caring either way, you just want to spend this day with $a_them.
Yes, $a_they's arrogant, and mean to you, and yeah, maybe you're a masochist, but the idea of not spending the holidays with $a_them is somehow boring. Imagining it without $a_them is not even on your mind even if it should probably be.
"Of course I have," $a_they scoffs, and you have to force yourself not to react audibly and make your disappointment known.
Your shoulders slacken, expression losing its hopeful tone as you ruffle the back of your hair roughly. What did you expect seriously? $a_They's a model, a popular one. And $a_they has a family. $a_They doesn't have time humoring your lonely ass.
"It's not like I would've spent it with you anyway, who do you take me for?" Athiel adds with a huff. "I deserve better."
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<<if $persona3 == "intimid">>You clench your jaw as you hand around the railing tighten in a death grip. You can't help it, it stings more than the usual banter, so you snap. "Ah yeah, excuse me for thinking you'd spend it with—" you cuts yourself off, adding roughly. "Forget it."
A pause. $a_Their voice softens. "Are you upset?"
"I'm not. Do whatever the fuck you want," you say through gritted teeth.
"I didn't need your permission, asshole," $a_they releases a sharp breath, probably flipping $a_their hair in $a_their usual dramatic way. "You know I didn't mean it that way. I was just being my usual self. When are you going to understand that? I'm—"
"I told you to forget it," you hiss, though there's less heat in your words.
"FINE," you hear $a_them groan in exasperation. "Just don't start sulking when I didn't even mean to—"
"Fine."
"Let me finish my sentence for god's sake, $name!" $a_they complains loudly over the phone.
You wince, and with your lips pursed, you mutter. "Fine."<<else>>"Oh really?" you chuckle, trying to save face. "Looks like I won't see you for Christmas then."
It stings. There are moments like this where Athiel can't help but be $a_their usual self and say things that can hurt. You know $a_they doesn't mean it. Being an asshole is $a_their second nature.
But still.
"Why do you sound weird?" $a_they questions in a puzzled tone, a soft sigh reaching your ears through the phone. "Did I say something–"
"No, no," you lie. "It's alright."
$a_They lets out a frustrated sigh. "I hate when you do that."
"Do what?"
"That," $a_they repeats. "Chuckling like an idiot and acting like it doesn't matter. I didn't mean it, so don't you dare pout."
A more genuine laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head. "I promise I won't pout."<</if>>
"...do you?"
You blink, hand gripping the railing tighter as you watch the waves crash against the shore. The salty breeze carries the sound of seagulls above, matching the casual chatter from the restaurant behind you. "Mh?"
"Have plans for Christmas?" $a_they clarifies, a beat passing before $a_they adds. "Or are you going to spend it with someone?"
Your fingers drum against the rail, cold of winter seeping into your skin. "Probably with Vailyn, Vince and Ekissa. Well, if Ekissa isn't busy with $a_their gigs."
"Right," Athiel responds curtly. "Good for you."
The defensive edge in $a_their voice makes you pause. You push away from the railing, turning to lean your back against it instead. Some people glance your way curiously, but you focus on the call. Should you ask? The worst $a_they could do is refuse, right?
Taking a deep breath, you venture. "If I invite you... would you refuse?"
The silence stretches so long you start to regret asking. The wind picks up, ruffling your clothes as you wait, stomach knotting with each passing second. $a_They's going to say no, isn't he?
"....no," $a_they finally answers, voice unusually quiet.
Your heart skips a beat, excitement and nervousness mixing in your chest. The waves continue crashing behind you, but all you can focus on is $a_their voice through the phone. You need to be absolutely sure though. With Athiel, misunderstandings only lead to more arguments.
"No you don't want to spend it with us, or no you wouldn't refuse?"
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"I swear to god you're getting dumber and dumber, $name." The familiar insult makes you bite back a laugh.
Typical Athiel, always hiding behind sharp words when $a_they's being soft. A smile tugs at your lips as you roll your eyes, watching a couple walk past on the beach below. "You really love to insult me."
"Because you're asking stupid questions." There's that defensive tone again, the one $a_they uses when $a_they's trying to maintain $a_their arrogant facade but failing miserably.
You can't help but push $a_their buttons. It's become somewhat of a game between you two. "How do you want me to know whether you're being your usual asshole or not?"
"Excuse me?" $a_Their tone rises indignantly, and you can perfectly picture $a_their face—brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, probably fighting back a smile of $a_their own.
"You're excused." The breeze carries your playful tone away, and you turn back to face the ocean, enjoying this moment of banter.
Instead of the snark you were expecting from the model, you hear $a_them murmur something that makes your heart flutter stupidly in your chest. "Just because you clearly invited me, I'll be generous and spend it with you."
The warmth spreading through your body has nothing to do with the sun anymore. You bite your lower lip, trying to contain the ridiculous grin threatening to split your face. Behind you, the restaurant's chatter continues, but you're in your own little bubble, savoring this rare moment where Athiel lets $a_their guard down, even if just a little.
Silence follows $a_their words; the sound of the ocean is more noticeable on your end, with quiet forks clattering against plates coloring the background but not loud enough to ruin the peaceful moment.
You can't hear much from $a_their side except a hint of a soft melody playing in the background and the sound of the wind slipping into $a_their apartment.
Your eyes are still wide in shock at $a_their agreement, your heart beating so fast it's the only thing you can hear resonating in your ears.
"Are you... sure?" you can't help but ask, voice small and hesitant. The waves crash harder against the shore, as if matching your thundering heartbeat.
"Do I have a choice?" $a_they huffs, but there's no real bite in $a_their words. "You clearly won't let me hear the end of it if I refuse."
"Of course you have a choice," you argue, fingers tightening around your phone. "I'm not forcing you to–"
"I don't," $a_they cuts you off firmly. "You've already infected my life with your stupid presence, might as well go all the way."
You snort, shaking your head. "Wow, thanks. You really know how to make someone feel special."
"Shut up," $a_they huffs. "You know what I mean."
"Do I?" you tease, enjoying how flustered $a_they sounds. "Because it sounds like you're trying to say you actually want to spend Christmas with me but you're too proud to admit it."
"I will hang up."
"No you won't."
"Watch me."
"Athiel..." you start, voice softer now.
There's a long pause, filled only by the sound of $a_their breathing and that distant melody. When $a_they speaks again, $a_their voice is barely above a whisper, like $a_they's sharing a secret $a_they's afraid to admit even to $a_themself.
"...I want to spend it with you, okay? Happy now?"
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Your heart does that stupid flutter thing again, and you have to bite your lip to contain your smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. Oh by the way, could you drive me to the car dealership this weekend? I finally bought my new car."
Nothing special, really. You didn't spend an hour choosing a car, even if you probably should've. The pics and details were decent, and you thought that having your car as soon as possible would be great.
Still, you took care of choosing a <<cycle "$pickcarcolorch3" autoselect>><<option "black">><<option "blue">><<option "orange">><<option "pink">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "red">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$pickcarch3" autoselect>><<option "Sedan">><<option "coupe">><<option "hatchback">><<option "pickup truck">><<option "SUV">><</cycle>>. A car that caught your eyes, even if the price always stings. But then again, you've never been a fan of spending too much on anything, really. Though, for once, you're giving yourself a treat, and you don't feel like it was a waste. A car is useful.
"Sure, whatever," Athiel agrees without much fight, earning another smile from you. "I gotta go; I'm hungry and you're holding me back from cooking. See you later, and send me a text once you're home."
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*[["Make sure not to burn your house," you tease, fully aware Athiel is rather good at cooking.|Chap3C80A7]]
*[["I'll make sure you send you a message," you nod. "And don't forget your greens."|Chap3C80A8]]
*[["I gotta finish my food anyway; the others might wonder what I'm doing," you say softly.|Chap3C80A9]]
*[["You didn't eat yet?" you frown slightly.|Chap3C80A10]]
*[["Technically, it's your fault, not mine," you shrug. "You're the one who called me."|Chap3C80A11]]
"Very funny," $a_they drawls, and you can hear the sound of cabinets opening in the background. "Unlike some people, I actually know what I'm doing in the kitchen. When was the last time you cooked something that wasn't instant noodles?"
The jab makes you laugh, leaning against the railing as you watch the waves crash below. "Hey, instant noodles are a perfectly valid meal choice. And Vailyn makes sure to come to eat dinner with me from time to time. Besides, I'm at a restaurant right now, so technically I'm having real food."
"Take-out and restaurants don't count as cooking, genius." There's a clatter of pots and pans, followed by the distinct sound of $a_their fridge opening. "And knowing you, you probably ordered the same thing you always do."
"What's wrong with having favorites?" you defend yourself.
"Nothing, if you're boring," $a_they replies smoothly. You hear the sound of running water, probably filling a pot. "Some of us like to experiment with different flavors. It's called having taste."
Rolling your eyes, you shift your weight to your other foot. "Says the $a_man who refused to try sushi for years because it looked 'suspicious'. Real adventurous of you."
"That was different," $a_they protests immediately, making you grin wider. "Raw fish is a legitimate concern. Besides, I tried it eventually, didn't I?"
"Yeah, after $namee practically begged you for months," you remind $a_them, remembering how $a_they'd finally given in during a group dinner. "And then you ended up loving it, just like $a_they said you would."
"Whatever," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue, but you can hear the smile in $a_their voice. "I really need to start cooking now, or I'll end up ordering take-out like you."
The familiar bickering warms your chest, making you realize how much you're appreciating more and more these moments with $a_them. "Fine, fine, go be a master chef."
"Yeah, yeah. Now hang up before I change my mind about this weekend."
With that final threat, the line goes dead, leaving you smiling at your phone like an idiot.
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"What are you? My mom?" $a_Their tone carries that familiar mix of annoyance and amusement that you've grown so accustomed to. You can practically see $a_them rolling $a_their eyes on the other end of the line.
"No, just someone who wants you to eat your veggies," you counter.
A scoff comes through the phone. "I'm a fucking model, $name. Do you really think I'd risk my career over instant noodles?"
"Well, you did try to convince me last month that coffee counts as a meal," you remind $a_them, turning away from the ocean to head back to your table.
"That was different," $a_they protests, but you can hear the smile in $a_their voice. "I was running late for a shoot."
"Mhm, sure." Your free hand gestures absently as you speak. "Just like you were 'running late' when you ate nothing but protein bars for days."
"You're impossible," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue, but there's no real heat behind it. "Go finish your dinner before it gets cold. And yes, I'll eat my damn greens."
"Promise?"
"Don't push it," $a_they warns, and yet, you know $a_they's probably already planning what vegetables to add to $a_their meal. "Now hang up before I change my mind about this weekend."
"Fine, fine," you concede, pausing just before your table. "Talk to you later, then?"
"Obviously. And $name?" $a_Their voice softens just slightly, almost imperceptibly. "Thanks for the invite."
Before you can respond, the line goes dead, leaving you with a warm feeling in your chest and a smile you can't quite suppress. You slip your phone back into your pocket and rejoin your family, already looking forward to the weekend.
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You can see your family still engaged in animated conversation, their plates half-empty while yours has barely been touched and is still waiting for you.
"They can wait," Athiel says dismissively, but you hear the subtle shift in $a_their tone—$a_they knows $a_they's kept you from your family dinner longer than intended. The sound of cabinet doors opening and closing filters through the phone, followed by the clinking of pots and pans. "Though I suppose you should go back before they send a search party."
You laugh, watching another wave crash against the shore. "My food's probably cold by now."
"Then order another one," $a_they suggests, as if money grows on trees. The sound of running water accompanies $a_their voice, and you can picture $a_them filling a pot.
"Not everyone's a successful model who can throw money around," you tease, turning to lean against the railing.
"Whatever," $a_they huffs. A sharp clang echoes through the phone. Probably setting the pot on the stove. "Go eat your cold food and stop bothering me."
"You're the one who–" you start to remind $a_them that $a_they called you, but $a_they cuts you off.
"Bye, $name." ¨
The line goes dead before you can respond, leaving you shaking your head with an amused smile. Typical Athiel, always needing to have the last word.
You push off the railing, pocketing your phone as you head back to the restaurant. Your family barely looks up as you slide back into your seat, too engrossed in their own conversations to question your extended absence. Your food is, indeed, cold, but somehow you can't bring yourself to mind.
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"I had a shoot that ran late," $a_they explains with a hint of irritation in $a_their voice. "The photographer kept insisting on 'just one more shot' for three fucking hours. You know how it goes."
You do know—it's not the first time $a_their work has interfered with $a_their routine, and $namee used to experience the same thing in the past.
"That must have been exhausting," you sympathize, leaning against the railing. The night breeze carries the salt from the ocean, mixing with the aroma drifting around. "No wonder you're grumpy."
"I'm not grumpy," $a_they snaps, proving your point entirely. You hear rustling on $a_their end, probably $a_them moving around $a_their kitchen. "And stop acting concerned, it's annoying."
"Too bad, I am concerned," you counter, watching as a seagull lands on the beach below, barely visible in the growing darkness. "You're usually done with work by 5, and you always eat at 6. It's past 8 now."
"What are you, my personal stalker?" Despite $a_their harsh words, there's an underlying tone of amusement in $a_their voice. You hear the familiar sound of $a_their refrigerator opening. "I can take care of myself, $name."
"I know you can," you concede easily. "But that doesn't mean I can't worry about you."
There's a pause on $a_their end, followed by what sounds like pots clanking. "You're impossible," $a_they mutters, but there's no real bite to $a_their words. "Go back to your family dinner before they send a search party."
"Fine, fine," you concede, pushing yourself off the railing. "But text me what you're making? I'm curious now."
"Goodbye, $name," $a_they says firmly, even if you catch the slight warmth in $a_their tone before $a_they hangs up, leaving you with a smile as you turn back to rejoin your family at the table.
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"I called because you kept sending me texts after I sent you 'you ugly'," $a_they retorts, and you can hear the sound of cupboards opening and closing on $a_their end, probably gathering ingredients for whatever $a_they's planning to cook.
"And whose fault is that?" you raise your eyebrows pointedly even if $a_they can't see, picturing $a_them moving around $a_their kitchen with that annoyed expression. "You started it with that charming message."
"I sent <i>one</i> text," $a_they huffs as you listen to the distinctive sound of $a_their fridge door opening. "Just one."
"And I simply replied to it," you counter. "So technically, you started this whole conversation."
"Your logic is fucking twisted," $a_they mutters, no doubt rolling $a_their eyes skyward. "I'm hanging up. Some of us actually need to eat."
"Fine, go cook your fancy meal," you tease. "But remember, you can't blame me for keeping you from your food when you're the one who initiated everything."
"Will you shut up about it already," $a_they clicks $a_their tongue, clearly running out of comebacks. "Text me when you're home."
The line goes dead before you can respond, making you chuckle.
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<<if $Lmesschap3c1 == "op1">><div style="text-align:right;">
<b><i>20:21
Did you?</i></b>
</div>
<b><i>20:21
I did, thanks :)
You didn't answer, though.
Did you?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
I'm having dinner rn</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Did you cook?
Should I bug you to have a bite?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm not home</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1 == "op2">><b><i>20:21
Let me bother you some more</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
No thanks</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Come ooon
I'm bored</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
Not my problem</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
What are you eating?
Should I come bother you?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm not home</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1 == "op3">><b><i>20:21
Really?
I can change real quick
What do you want to eat?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
I was kidding</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Oh.............
Alright
Can I still come bug you?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm not home rn</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1 == "op4">><b><i>20:21
<b><i>$name?</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>Busy?</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>Or maybe deliberately ignoring me?</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>Probably ignoring me</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>Or not</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>If you see this, can you tell me at least if you ate something?
I won't bother you if you're busy</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
I'm eating rn</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Alright, thanks</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Did you?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Yes
I was wondering if we could have some tea together
But I said I wouldn't bother you so...</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm not home
And you're not bothering me
I was just teasing you</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1 == "op5">><b><i>20:21
No?
I just wanted to know if you ate something</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
Oh
I'm eating rn</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
At home? Your lights are off
Are you watching a movie or something?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm not home</i></b></div><</if>>
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<b><i>20:23
Having dinner with someone?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Yeah, at Fancy Palate</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Should I be worried?</i></b>
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*[["Worried about what?"|Chap3C80L2][$Lmesschap3c1a = "op1"]]
*[["I'm not with someone but with two someones"|Chap3C80L2][$Lmesschap3c1a = "op2"]]
*[["I'm having dinner with a very veeeeryyy attractive person"|Chap3C80L2][$Lmesschap3c1a = "op3"]]
*[["It's not like that"|Chap3C80L2][$Lmesschap3c1a = "op4"]]<<if $Lmesschap3c1a == "op1">><b><i>20:24
Well, you know</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
I don't</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Oh come on
Should I really say this here?</i></b>
Your pulse accelerates, heart spiking up as you shift on your seat, your back straightening. It's just banter. <i>Just banter.</i> You repeat the words like a mantra, convincing yourself, or rather trying to.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Say what?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Mmmmh
Never mind
So you're alone?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
No</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Family, friends, more?
You don't have to answer, of course</i></b>
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*[["Family"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1b = "op1"]]
*[["More"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1b = "op2"]]
*[["Was waiting for you but you didn't come"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1b = "op3"]]<<elseif $Lmesschap3c1a == "op2">><b><i>20:24
TWO PERSONS?
Are you really trying to start a harem?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Not this again....</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Nothing wrong with that
But I thought there was something special between us
How could you break my poor heart?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
You're done?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
So heartless...</i></b>
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*[["It's Vailyn and Vince"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1c = "op1"]]
*[["I'm not starting a harem for god's sake"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1c = "op2"]]
*[["They're super funny"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1c = "op3"]]<<elseif $Lmesschap3c1a == "op3">><b><i>20:25
Oh really?
I doubt it</i></b>
Your brow arches at $l_their message, your eyes narrowing. You're not sure if you should feel offended or amused.
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*[["What, because I'm not that hot?"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1d = "op1"]]
*[["What's that supposed to mean?"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1d = "op2"]]
*[["Let me guess, you're hotter than my date?"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1d = "op3"]]<<elseif $Lmesschap3c1a == "op4">><b><i>20:24
Really?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Really</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Thank god</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
You're with family?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Yeah, with Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Good, that's good :D
I hope you're having a good moment with them</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
I do
Thanks</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
But I think there's someone missing</i></b>
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*[["You?"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1e = "op1"]]
*[["No, there's no one missing"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1e = "op2"]]
*[["Yeah, Ekissa"|Chap3C80L2.1][$Lmesschap3c1e = "op3"]]<</if>><<if $Lmesschap3c1b == "op1">><b><i>20:25
Oh cool! Vailyn? Vince? Both?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
You're asking a lot of questions</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Sorry
I'm just curious who my soulmate is having dinner with</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
What?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Never mind :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
You know I can still read your message, right?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
What message? :O</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
The one you just sent</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I don't know what you're talking about</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I can literally take a screenshot, $namel.</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1b == "op2">><b><i>20:25
I see
Can I know that person's name?</i>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
No you can't</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Why? :(</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Because I said so</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Bossy, huh?
Love it</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
I just told you I was with a potential date and you're flirting?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Yes :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
You're impossible
I'm with Vince and Vailyn</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
You lied??</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
And you believed it</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I've never been so happy to be lied to
I still have my chance then</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
What?</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1b == "op3">><b><i>20:25
Don't tempt me
I'm this close to leaving my house</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Coward</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Hey, I just favor consent over want
But if you tell me to come
Then I will</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Don't bother
I'm with Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
But if you weren't
Would you have accepted?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
That's a great question</i></b></div>
But you don't answer it.<<elseif $Lmesschap3c1c == "op1">><b><i>20:25
That's nice! Forget what I said, you're the most adorable person I've ever met</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Do you often switch sides that fast?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Only with you</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Should I feel special about it?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Well, you are.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
That's... actually nice of you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Hey! I'm always nice :D
And sexy
And funny</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Don't push it</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1c == "op2">><b><i>20:25
But you said you're with two people</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
And that's true
Doesn't mean I'm on a date</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Family?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Yeah</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Oh
That's nice then!! :D
Really nice! So cool!</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Uh, okay?</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1c == "op3">><b><i>20:25
More than me?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
You were never funny to begin with, $namel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Is that so?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Your jokes are horrible</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
But you laugh at these jokes</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
I must be crazy</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
About me ;)</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
That's not what I said
Don't twist my words</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1d == "op1">><b><i>20:25
Oh gorgeous, your attractiveness has nothing to do with my doubt</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Then what?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
I doubt you would cheat on me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Huh
What nonsense are you talking about?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
What?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
What?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
You're seeing things</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Stop it
I'm not</i></b></div>
But you can't help a smile on your lips, your head shaking fondly.
<b><i>20:26
I was joking
Don't take it the wrong way, please</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I didn't
And I'm with family</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Oh
OH
lol, that's a relief
I won't have to track anyone :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Huh?</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1d == "op2">><b><i>20:25
There's no one more attractive than me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
You're delusional</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
You didn't say I was wrong</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
I didn't say you were right</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
But you think I'm attractive</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
I didn't say that either</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Aww, you're hurting me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Liar</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
So you're really on a date?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
I'm not
I'm with Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
That's...
AWESOME</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Why do I have the feeling you're being enthusiastic to know my love life is nonexistent?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Not for long hopefully</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
What's that supposed to mean?</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1d == "op3">><b><i>20:25
Your what? Date?
You're on a date?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
What do you think?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
I don't want to think anymore</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Does it bother you that much?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Should I tell you a lie or another lie?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
That's a strange question
Try something honest
I'm not a fan of lies or liars</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
It does bother me a bit</i></b>
You blink at $l_their message. You didn't expect $l_them to really be honest.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Yeah?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Yes
But it's not like I have a choice</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I'm with Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
You lied!</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I did</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
That's awesome!!</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I don't think lying could be defined as awesome but sure, why not?</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1e == "op1">><b><i>20:25
EXACTLY :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Mmmh
I don't know about that</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Why not?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Because you're the type to flirt with anything that moves</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Now that's mean
I wouldn't dare</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Sure</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
You don't believe me?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
No really</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Trust me, I'm a very loyal $l_man</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Yeah, but there's no one to be loyal to except your $t_son tho?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
You</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Huh?</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1e == "op2">><b><i>20:25
What about me? :'(</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Mmh...
No?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Why not?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Because I said so?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
I don't even take up that much space
We could share a seat</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
That doesn't help your case here</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
And if I say pretty please?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Then maybe I'd change my mind</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Ooooh, you're into that kind of thing?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
What?</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c1e == "op3">><<if $JL >= 3>><b><i>20:25
That's... right haha
Of course you'd pick $j_them
That's logical</i></b>
You don't know why, but you can't help but feel like that answer brought a tension you didn't know could be here by mentioning your best friend.
<b><i>20:26
I was thinking about me
But picking Ekissa works too</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I was teasing</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Oh
Hahahaha that was funny</i></b>
That's too stiff to read to be genuine, but you don't point that out.<<else>><b><i>20:25
No, me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Nah, Ekissa</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
No, no, no
Me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Why you?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Why not? :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Alright, alright
Maybe you</i></b></div><</if>><</if>>
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<b><i>20:27
So
I've been meaning to ask
Do you have any plans for the holidays?</i></b>
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*[["With Vailyn and Vince"|Chap3C80L3][$Lmesschap3c3 = "op1"]]
*[["Nothing set in stone yet"|Chap3C80L3][$Lmesschap3c3 = "op2"]]
*[["Do you?"|Chap3C80L3][$Lmesschap3c3 = "op3"]]<<if $Lmesschap3c3 == "op1">><b><i>20:28
Nice :)
You'll spend the day with them?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Probably</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
Nice</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
You?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
I asked $namet if $l_they wanted to spend it together
We'll spend the afternoon together
And dinner</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Nice</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
It is</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Right</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Very nice</i></b>
You roll your lips together in hesitation. It's obvious you two are dancing around the pot, neither asking the question you're both waiting for. At least that's how you see it. But the doubt of being the only one wanting to spend it with $l_them holds you back from asking.
After a moment of consideration... <<elseif $Lmesschap3c3 == "op2">><b><i>20:28
What about Vailyn and Vince</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Well, I think I can't get rid of them
Unfortunately</i></b></div>
But there's a fond smile on your face when you type your messages.
<b><i>20:28
I'm sure</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
What about you?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
I'll spend it with $namet
My $t_son agreed to spend the afternoon and dinner together
Isn't $l_they adorable?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
For... accepting to spend Christmas with you?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
RIGHT? Without even hesitating! That's my $t_boy!</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
Right
About Christmas...</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c3 == "op3">><b><i>20:28
Yes!
With my $t_boy
$namet will spend the afternoon and dinner with me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
I see
That's nice</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
It is
And you?
You'll spend it with your family?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
If you meant Vailyn and Vince
Then yeah</i></b></div>
<b><i>2029
Awesome :D
Maybe...
Ah, never mind
I hope you'll make the best of it</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
$namel...?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Yes?</i></b><</if>>
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*[["Want to spend it together?"|Chap3C80L4][$Lmesschap3c4 = "op1"]]
*[["If you're not... I mean, you're free to refuse but I thought..."|Chap3C80L4][$Lmesschap3c4 = "op2"]]
*[["You, me, together."|Chap3C80L4][$Lmesschap3c4 = "op3"]]
<<if $Lmesschap3c4 == "op1">><i>Delivered</i>
You blink, wait. Wait some more. Your face starts to fall as you suddenly feel hyperaware of what you just asked. You knew it was a bad idea, but your body moved before your brain could register.
This is embarrassing. If you could just jump off the balcony and die, that'd spare you the look $l_they could give you when you'll see each other at work, or at home.
Scratching your neck, you pinch the bridge of your nose with your free hand. You fucked up.
<b><i>20:30
Yes</i></b>
Your heart jumps in your throat at the message, your scratching pausing to grab your phone back from your thighs.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
Why did you take so long to answer?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Sorry, I was surprised
Did that trouble you?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
A bit</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
I'm sorry :(</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
So
That's a yes, huh</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
Yes :D
Let's talk about it soon face to face</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Alright
Thank, $namel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
It's an honor, darling</i></b><<elseif $Lmesschap3c4 == "op2">><div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
If you're not
I mean
You're free to refuse
But I though
Maybe</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Yes?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
You just told me you have plans
But
You know</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Yes.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
You know?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Mh?
No, I was answering your question</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
I didn't ask yet tho?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
No need
I'd be honored to spend Christmas with you</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
But you have plans</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
And we can make it work</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Are you sure?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
Definitely :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
I see
Good
That's good</i></b></div><<elseif $Lmesschap3c4 == "op3">><b><i>20:30
If I want to marry you???
Yes! :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
Stop playing, I'm serious</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
I am too?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
$namel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Alright, alright
I would be honored to spend Christmas with you, $name</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
I told you to stop playing...
You're being dramatic</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
No, no, I'm serious
I really would be honored</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
...</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
Still not believing me?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
You said you have plans</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
We can make it work
Don't worry, darling</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Alright...</i></b></div><</if>>
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<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
I have something to ask btw</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
I'm single</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
No, I know that</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
I don't have a type</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
What?
That's not what I want to ask</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
Blue</i></b>
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*[["Your favorite color?"|Chap3C80L5][$Lmesschap3c5 = "op1"]]
*[["That's not what I want to ask either."|Chap3C80L5][$Lmesschap3c5 = "op2"]]
*[["Do I have to block you or will you let me ask my damn question?"|Chap3C80L5][$Lmesschap3c5 = "op3"]]
<<if $Lmesschap3c5 == "op1">><b><i>20:32
Yes :)</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Any preference of blue?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
No, I love every blue
What about you?</i></b>
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*[["Same"|Chap3C80L5a][$Lroutefavecolor = "blue"]]
*[[Type your answer|Chap3C80L5a][$Lroutefavecolor = "typeanswer"]]<<elseif $Lmesschap3c5 == "op2">><b><i>20:32
You don't even ask what blue means?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Your favorite color</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
How did you know??? :O</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
It's logical, $namel
You were listing things about you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
You're smart
I love smart people</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Can I ask my question or not?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Sorry, sorry
Ask away, darling</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C80L6">><</button>><<elseif $Lmesschap3c5 == "op3">><b><i>20:32
Why do you want to block me? :(</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Do I really have to say it?
I'm sure you're smart enough to find the answer yourself</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
But you're not even asking if it's my favorite color</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
$namel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Yes darling?</i></b>
You pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh, though your lips twitch, a smile threatening to show.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
You're impossible
Is blue your favorite color?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Yes, it is! Thank you for asking! :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Can I ask my question now?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Of course
Ask away, darling</i></b>
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<<if $Lroutefavecolor == "blue">><b><i>20:32
Really???
We're meant to be</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
I don't think it works like that</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
Because there's a way?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Maybe?
Anyway, that's not what I wanted to ask</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Sorry, sorry
Ask away, darling</i></b>
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<<if $Lroutefavecolor == "blue" or $Lroutefavecolor == "Blue">><b><i>20:32
Really???
We're meant to be</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
I don't think it works like that</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
Because there's a way?</i></b><<elseif $Lroutefavecolor == "brown" or $Lroutefavecolor == "Brown">><b><i>20:32
Ah
I see
That's nice</i></b>
Something tells you $l_they was caught off guard. You wouldn't be surprised. It was $namee's favorite color, after all.<<elseif $Lroutefavecolor == "green" or $Lroutefavecolor == "Green">><b><i>20:32
Oh, isn't it Ekissa's favorite?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Yeah, it is</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
Must be why you two are besties</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Because we love the same color...?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Yes?</i></b><<elseif $Lroutefavecolor == "red" or $Lroutefavecolor == "Red">> <b><i>20:32
Oh that's $namet's favorite color too!</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Really?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
Yes! :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
I didn't know</i></b></div><<elseif $Lroutefavecolor == "pink" or $Lroutefavecolor == "Pink">><b><i>20:32
I'm not sure but isn't it Athiel's favorite color?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
It is</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
I'm not surprised to be honest</i></b><<elseif $Lroutefavecolor == "Black" or $Lroutefavecolor == "black">><b><i>20:32
Like your soul muahahah</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
...</i></b></div><<elseif $Lroutefavecolor == "white" or $Lroutefavecolor == "White">><b><i>20:32
Because you're an angel ;)</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
...</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
Isn't that right, darling? :D</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Sure, let's go with that</i></b></div><<elseif $Lroutefavecolor == "yellow" or $Lroutefavecolor == "Yellow">><b><i>20:32
I love yellow too!</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
It suits your personality</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
Does it?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Mh</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Thanks, darling :D</i></b><<elseif $Lroutefavecolor == "orange" or $Lroutefavecolor == "Orange">><div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Just like Vailyn</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
Oh, it's their favorite color?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Don't tell me you didn't notice?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
I'm too busy being lost in your eyes</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
...</i></b></div><<else>><b><i>20:32
Really?
Nice!</i></b><</if>>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Anyway, that's not what I wanted to ask</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Sorry, sorry
Ask away, darling</i></b>
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<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Could you drive me to the car dealership this weekend?
I finally bought my new car.</i></b></div>
Nothing special, really. You didn't spend an hour choosing a car, even if you probably should've. The pics and details were decent, and you thought that having your car as soon as possible would be great.
Still, you took care of choosing a <<cycle "$pickcarcolorch3" autoselect>><<option "black">><<option "blue">><<option "orange">><<option "pink">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "red">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$pickcarch3" autoselect>><<option "Sedan">><<option "coupe">><<option "hatchback">><<option "pickup truck">><<option "SUV">><</cycle>>. A car that caught your eyes, even if the price always stings. But then again, you've never been a fan of spending too much on anything, really. Though, for once, you're giving yourself a treat, and you don't feel like it was a waste. A car is useful.
<b><i>20:34
A new car?
I could give you a day off if you'd rather have it sooner</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
No, no need</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:34
I'd be happy to drive you there then</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
You're sure?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:34
Definitely
And it means alone time with you</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
You already have plenty of alone time with me</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:35
It's not enough</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:35
We're seeing each other every time
I think that's more than enough</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:35
I mean, I don't mind giving you space
I just like to spend time with you, darling
We're seeing each other, yes, but we don't always talk like we do once alone
I like our alone time</i></b>
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*[["Me too"|Chap3C80L7][$Lmesschap3c7 = "op1"]]
*[["Isn't it tiring?"|Chap3C80L7][$Lmesschap3c7 = "op2"]]
*[["Are you trying to make me blush?"|Chap3C80L7][$Lmesschap3c7 = "op3"]]
<<if $Lmesschap3c7 == "op1">><b><i>20:35
You just made my day</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:36
You did too
Talking with you was... entertaining
Even through messages</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:36
I can entertain you any day :)</i></b><<elseif $Lmesschap3c7 == "op2">><b><i>20:35
Tiring?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:35
You see me at work and when you go home, you're seeing me again across the road</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:35
It's not.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:35
That's what you say</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:35
Yes, because it's not.
It's never tiring to have you close
It's what makes my day better</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:36
Charming as always</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:36
I'm serious, darling</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:36
...
Alright, I believe you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:36
Because it's the truth :)</i></b><<elseif $Lmesschap3c7 == "op3">><b><i>20:35
Not really
But that would be the ideal bonus
Am I succeeding?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:35
I won't tell you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:35
Aww :(</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:35
Nice try tho</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:35
You won't even tell you like spending time with me too?
Or should I work harder?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:36
I do like spending time with you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:36
Hihihihi</i></b>
You grimace.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:36
Never do that again</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:36
Sorry :(</i></b><</if>>
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<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:36
Anyway, I gotta go
My food is getting cold</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:36
Of course
It was nice talking to you
As always
Enjoy your dinner</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:36
Thanks
Talk to you later</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:37
$name</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:37
Yeah?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:37
I know this is random
But I'm glad to have you as my assistant
Not just because you have the prettiest face I've ever seen, but because you worked hard to earn it. I won't let anyone talk the way they've been doing lately.
And I hope to be part of your harem</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:37
You had to ruin it</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:37
Sorry :,)</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:37
No you're not</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:37
I'm not, you're right
As always
But then again, my darling is never wrong
More seriously though, I really hope you don't think too deeply about the rumors
It'll eventually fade
And maybe they'll get it right
It's not a harem if I'm the only one</i></b>
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*[["Oh my god, get out of here"|Chap3C80L9][$Lmesschap3c9 = "op1"]]
*[["You're too humble sometimes"|Chap3C80L9][$Lmesschap3c9 = "op2"]]
*[["You're impossible"|Chap3C80L9][$Lmesschap3c9 = "op3"]]
*[["There's no one to begin with"|Chap3C80L9][$Lmesschap3c9 = "op4"]]
<<if $Lmesschap3c9 == "op1">><b><i>20:38
What? I just stated facts</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:38
In your dream</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:38
Are you reading minds, darling?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:38
You're insufferable</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:39
That's my charm</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:39
A curse</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:39
But a charm too ;)</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:39
Good night, $namel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:39
Good night, darling <3</i></b><<elseif $Lmesschap3c9 == "op2">><b><i>20:38
I think so too</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:38
Of course you'd think so</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:38
I should teach people how to be just like me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:38
Please no
They'd all be jumping everywhere</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:38
I don't jump everywhere...?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:39
You don't, but your energy is the same as jumping everywhere</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:39
I bring good vibes!</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:39
You bring headaches</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:39
That's not very nice</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:39
Good night, $namel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:39
...Night, darling <3</i></b><<elseif $Lmesschap3c9 == "op3">><b><i>20:38
How so?
I'm not that annoying
Right?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:38
Lemme think</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:38
Alright</i></b>
<b><i>20:40
$name?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:40
I'm thinking</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:40
....
Alright</i></b>
<b><i>20:43
Still thinking?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:43
Mh
You're not as annoying as anyone might think</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:43
That's what I've been saying :D
Wait
Who think I'm annoying?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:43
Ekissa</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:43
$j_They loves me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:43
Athiel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:43
$a_Them too</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:44
You're delusional
But if you say so
Night, $namel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:44
...Good night, darling</i></b><<elseif $Lmesschap3c9 == "op4">><b><i>20:38
Except me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:38
Nope, no one</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:38
You keep forgetting me >:(</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:38
I'm not forgetting you, there's no harem and no love interest</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:38
Except me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:39
Nope</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:39
Alright
I'll work harder then</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:39
You don't have to
Never mind
Good night, $namel</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:39
Night, darling!</i></b><</if>>
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<<if $Tmesschap3c1 == "op1">><b><i>20:20
Am I?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:20
You are</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
Why is that? Was it my message?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Yeah</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
But I didn't say anything adorable.
I was barely asking for a moment of your time.</i></b>
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*[["And that's adorable. Even the way you type is adorable"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1a = "op1"]]
*[["And a moment of my time you shall have"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1a = "op2"]]
*[["You manage to be stoic even though messages, that's something"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1a = "op3"]]<<elseif $Tmesschap3c1 == "op2">><b><i>20:20
Would you rather talk about work?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:20
So it wasn't about it?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
Not at all.
I just thought you would be interested to have a talk with me.</i></b>
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*[["Damn, do you always type this way?"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1b = "op1"]]
*[["What if I say no?"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1b = "op2"]]
*[["I always have time for you"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1b = "op3"]]<<elseif $Tmesschap3c1 == "op3">>You wait... and wait. And wait some more. You stare at your screen, your gaze dragging lower to check if your message has been sent. It has. And $t_they read it.
Your gut feeling is telling you $t_their ears must be quite red right about now. Too bad you can't see it yourself.
<b><i>20:22
Am I? I wasn't aware of that.</i></b>
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*[["Where's my thanks?"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1c = "op1"]]
*[["I know, I know. You're shocked that me—a fabulous, wonderful and perfect person—could have you as my favorite person"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1c = "op2"]]
*[["Now you know :)"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1c = "op3"]]<<elseif $Tmesschap3c1 == "op4">>But that's the thing. $t_They doesn't. You can see $t_them typing, but after a moment, nothing. You're not surprised; $t_they's not the type to blow up your phone if you don't answer. Even if you leave $t_them on read, $t_they's not the type to be pushy about it.
$t_They's probably taking the hint, thinking you're plainly ignoring $t_them.
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*[["I'm soooorryyyyy, I wanted to tease you but you're not really receptive :("|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1d = "op1"]]
*[["What were you about to type?"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1d = "op2"]]
*[["I'm ignoring you"|Chap3C81T1.1][$Tmesschap3c1d = "op3"]]<</if>>
<<if $Tmesschap3c1a == "op1">><b><i>20:21
The way I type?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Mh, you're all professional and proper</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
I'm not sure if it's a compliment.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
It is</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Do you like this type of writing?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
I don't mind it
And it's you, so yeah
I like it</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Then thank you, that's nice of you to say.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1a == "op2">><b><i>20:21
Something tells me you're mocking my way of writing.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Oh, I am
But in a good way!</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
I wasn't aware there was a good way.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
There is
And I'm currently doing it
In a good way</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
I'm not sure whether I should be glad or upset.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I vote for the first option</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I see
Then I'm glad</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1a == "op3">><b><i>20:21
Is that a good or bad thing?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Idk, you tell me</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
I'm not sure.
It is?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
There's no correct answer</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
But what do you think about it?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
I think it's so you, so I don't mind it</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Then I'll continue to write this way, if you don't mind.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I don't mind</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Alright, thank you.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1b == "op1">>A minute passes, then another. You stare at your screen, your finger tapping on the side of your phone as you wait. Did you offend $t_them or something?
<b><i>20:22
Is it strange?</i></b>
Your features soften unconsciously as you type your reply.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
It was just a question, $namet
Nothing to worry about</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
I always write like this, yes.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
I see
You know what?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
What?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
It suits you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Does it?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Yeah
I mean
It would've been kinda weird if you had sent me something like: "hey whatcha doin'? >_<"</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
It... definitely would be strange.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1b == "op2">><b><i>20:21
Then I would simply let you enjoy your evening.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Just like that?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
Yes. Insisting would only annoy you, I'm sure.
No one would like their choices to be ignored.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
And what if I say yes?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
I would be grateful to continue our talk.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I choose yes</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Thank you, $name.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1b == "op3">>You wait... and wait. And wait some more. You stare at your screen, your gaze dragging lower to check if your message has been sent. It has. And $t_they read it.
Your gut feeling is telling you $t_their ears must be quite red right about now, and you don't know if your disappointment of not seeing it with your own eyes is stronger than the strange skip of your heart.
<b><i>20:23
Sorry for the delay. I was trying to think of how to answer.
I'm really glad to have received this message.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Should I send some more?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
That won't be necessary.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
You sure?
I could send plenty</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I'm alright with just one, thank you.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1c == "op1">><b><i>20:22
Thank you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
Wow, that was fast</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
You asked me to thank you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
I didn't expect you to do it immediately</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Are you complaining?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm not</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Good.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1c == "op2">><b><i>20:22
That's not quite right.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
It is</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Not really.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Not really isn't a definitive no</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I'm not winning my way out of it, am I?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Nope</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I figured as much.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1c == "op3">><b><i>20:22
Now I know.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
You forgot the emoji</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
It's not exactly an emoji.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
It is</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Should I try again then?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Go ahead</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Now I know :)</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Thanks</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
You're welcome.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1d == "op1">><b><i>20:23
You were teasing me? By ignoring my messages, you mean?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Yup
You're supposed to send me plenty of texts</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I see.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm waiting</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I'm not sure I understand.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Traviiiiis
Play aloooong</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I would if I understood what you're expecting of me.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Send me messages</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Alright.
What kind?</i></b>
A short laugh escapes you as you shake your head fondly.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Never mind
Forget about it</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Alright.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1d == "op2">><b><i>20:23
Nothing important, just that I would leave you to enjoy your night.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Oh
That's all? No asking why I'm not replying?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
No, it would've been insensitive of me.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
To ask me why? What if I were in danger?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
You have a point.
I'll keep that in mind for the next time.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c1d == "op3">><b><i>20:23
So I've seen.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
I'm ignoring you again</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
You're responding.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
But I'm ignoring you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
It's not really ignoring if you reply.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
You're stopping at details</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I see. My apologies.</i></b><</if>>
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<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Btw
Did u eat?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I did, thank you.
What about you? Did you eat?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
I was</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
You were eating when I sent you the message?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Yeah, kind of
Was having a nice dinner at Fancy Palate</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
You're having dinner with your family?</i></b>
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*[["Nope, with a date. Now you have to make it up to me."|Chap3C81T2][$Tmesschap3c2 = "op1"]]
*[["Yes, with Vailyn and Vince"|Chap3C81T2][$Tmesschap3c2 = "op2"]]
*[["Who knows?"|Chap3C81T2][$Tmesschap3c2 = "op3"]]
<<if $Tmesschap3c2 == "op1">><b><i>20:25
A date.
I see.
I should come to make it up to you then.</i></b>
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*[["That won't be necessary"|Chap3C81T2a][$Tmesschap3c2a = "op1"]]
*[["I'd like to see you try"|Chap3C81T2a][$Tmesschap3c2a = "op2"]]
*[["My date wouldn't be too happy about it"|Chap3C81T2a][$Tmesschap3c2a = "op3"]]<<elseif $Tmesschap3c2 == "op2">><b><i>20:25
That's nice. Maybe I should leave you to enjoy your moment with them.
I'm probably bothering you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
You're not</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
I'm sure I am.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Yeah, you are</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
That's... a rather fast way to change your mind.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Because if I keep telling you you're not, you'll tell me you are</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Because I am.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
We're gonna be here all night if you start again</i></b></div>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C81TCROIS2">><</button>><<elseif $Tmesschap3c2 == "op3">><b><i>20:25
I see.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Maybe I'm with family
Maybe I'm not</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Is it your way to tease me?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Who knows?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
I should verify by myself then.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
What?
Wdym?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Who knows?
Maybe I'm coming, maybe I'm not.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
lol
Relax, I'm with Vailyn and Vince.</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I am relaxed. I was teasing.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Of course you were</i></b></div>
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<<if $Tmesschap3c2a == "op1">><b><i>20:26
It's necessary to make it up to you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
No, really, you don't have to</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
But you said you wanted me to make it up to you, I'm just following your will.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Do you always do everything people tell you to?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Not always.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
How do you plan to make it up to me anyway?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I don't know yet. I'm working on it.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
$namet</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Yes?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I was joking</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
You don't want me to come?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
What? No, I was talking about the date.
I'm with Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I see.
I apologize for getting ahead of myself.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Jealous?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
Not quite.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
I see</i></b></div><<elseif $Tmesschap3c2a == "op2">><b><i>20:25
I won't try, I'll do it.
I'm on my way.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
What?
Wait
$namet
$namet
It was a joke
No way
$namet istg
I was kidding
Oi</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Yes?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
It was a joke
I don't have a date</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
You don't?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
I don't
I'm with Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
I see.
I suppose I should go back home then.</i><b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
You're typing while driving??</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
No.
I was walking to my car.</i><b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Thank god</i></b></div><<elseif $Tmesschap3c2a == "op3">><b><i>20:25
Your date doesn't have a say in it. You do.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Do I, though?
I mean, we are two on this date, not just one?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
That person is irrelevant.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
I have the feeling you don't like my date</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
I don't know them, I can't like them.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:26
Are you sure you don't know them?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:26
Do I?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Yes</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
...
Is it my $l_dad?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Huh?
No</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
That's a relief.
Am I close to them?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:27
Not really</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:27
Is it an employee?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
No, there are two people actually</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
You... have two dates?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Yeah
Vailyn and Vince</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:28
I see.
I'm glad you're spending time with your family. :)</i></b>
You don't know why, but you have the feeling that $t_they's awfully happy about your nonexistent love life. That ":)" is proof enough—$t_they's never sent you this.<</if>>
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<b><i>20:28
Can I ask you something?</i></b>
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*[["No"|Chap3C81T3][$Tmesschap3c3 = "op1"]]
*[["Go ahead :)"|Chap3C81T3][$Tmesschap3c3 = "op2"]]
*[["Is it something about work?"|Chap3C81T3][$Tmesschap3c3 = "op3"]]
<<if $Tmesschap3c3 == "op1">><b><i>20:28
...
Can I ask anyway?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
You can</i></b></div><<elseif $Tmesschap3c3 == "op2">><b><i>20:28
Thank you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
You're welcome</i></b></div><<elseif $Tmesschap3c3 == "op3">><b><i>20:28
It's not.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
Alright, ask away</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:28
Christmas is approaching, and I was wondering if you had plans?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:28
It's not decided yet
But Vailyn and Vince will probably spend it with me
Ekissa too, if $t_they's not doing it with $t_their family or if $t_they's not busy with $t_their gigs</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
So with family, I gather.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
It doesn't have to be only family tho
Got any plans?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
Yes, with my $l_father.
We're spending the afternoon and dinner together.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
So you'll be busy</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
Busy is a big word.</i></b>
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*[["Are you trying to tell me something here?"|Chap3C81T4][$Tmesschap3c4 = "op1"]]
*[["How about doing it together?"|Chap3C81T4][$Tmesschap3c4 = "op2"]]
*[["So if I ask to spend it together, would you accept?"|Chap3C81T4][$Tmesschap3c4 = "op3"]]
<<if $Tmesschap3c4 == "op1">><b><i>20:29
Yes.
Would you like to spend it together?
I know we're not close, and that I'm not the person that everyone would invite, but I'm hoping to spend it with you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Yeah?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
Yes. If that's alright with you.</i></b>
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*[["More than alright"|Chap3C81T4a][$Tmesschap3c4a = "op1"]]
*<<if $genderrot == "man">>[["You're cute. I'd be happy to spend it with you, Travis."|Chap3C81T4a][$Tmesschap3c4a = "op2"]]<<else>>[["You're cute. I'd be happy to spend it with you, Tracee."|Chap3C81T4a][$Tmesschap3c4a = "op2"]]<</if>>
*[["I'm down"|Chap3C81T4a][$Tmesschap3c4a = "op3"]]<<elseif $Tmesschap3c4 == "op2">><b><i>20:29
That's what I was about to ask.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Well, great minds think alike</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
They do. I'd be happy to spend Christmas with you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Then it's settled
We can plan it later</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
Yes, we should discuss the details soon.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Maybe at work? Or when we got time?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
We could have lunch together.
We will see the details later. Don't worry.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
Alright
I'm looking forward to it</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Me too. It will be nice to celebrate together.</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C81TCROIS3">><</button>><<elseif $Tmesschap3c4 == "op3">><b><i>20:29
Yes.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
That was...
Pretty fast.</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Because I was about to ask you the same question.</i></b>
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<<if $Tmesschap3c4a == "op1">><b><i>20:29
You wouldn't mind?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Not at all
It'll be our first Christmas together</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
It will. I aim to make it enjoyable for you.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c4a == "op2">><b><i>20:29
That's... Good. I'd be happy too.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Then it's settled</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
I wasn't expecting you to agree.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
Why not?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
It must be nerves, but I'm glad to see I was worried for nothing.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
You were nervous about asking me?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
About your answer.
I was prepared for the worst.
But nothing dramatic happened.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c4a == "op3">><b><i>20:29
You are? That's a relief.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Only if you give me a big smile</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
But you can't see it.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
I trust you to be honest with me
C'mon
Gimme that big smile</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
I'm trying.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
You're smiling right now?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:29
I am.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:29
Good</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Should I keep smiling?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
No, no, you can stop if you want</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
Alright.</i></b><</if>>
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<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
What's my gift?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
I'm still hesitating.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
Huh
I was kidding
You don't have to buy me anything</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:30
I don't, but I will.
What's my gift?</i></b>
A small laugh leaves your lips at the question thrown back at you.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:30
What do you want?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
Nothing.
I don't need anything.
Just your presence will be enough.</i></b>
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*[["Should I call you Romeo? You're smooth."|Chap3C81T5][$Tmesschap3c5 = "op1"]]
*[["Now you're trying to make me blush"|Chap3C81T5][$Tmesschap3c5 = "op2"]]
*[["Nothing at all? You sure? How about a new coat?"|Chap3C81T5][$Tmesschap3c5 = "op3"]]
<<if $Tmesschap3c5 == "op1">><b><i>20:31
Not smooth, just honest.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Not smooth?
That was very smooth, $namet</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
I'm learning from the best, I guess.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Are you saying I'm smooth?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
Perhaps.
But not as smooth as you think.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Oh? Then what am I?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
Interesting.
You make me want to know more.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
That's kinda smooth too</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
I can stop if it bothers you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
No, keep going
I like this side of you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
You do?
I'm not used to showing it.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c5 == "op2">><b><i>20:31
I'm not. I'm being honest.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Trying to be smooth huh?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
I'm merely stating what I want.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Sweet talk won't work on me, $namet</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
That wasn't my intention. Though your reaction is interesting.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
What's interesting about it? You can't even see my face.</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
No need. The way you think I'm trying to sweet-talk you when I'm just being direct is interesting to read.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Mhm, sure
Whatever you say</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
It is.</i></b><<elseif $Tmesschap3c5 == "op3">><b><i>20:31
I don't need any gift, $name.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
A new perfume?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
No, but thank you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
Shoes?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:31
That won't be necessary, really.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:31
A necklace?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
$name...</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Earings?
I gotta find something
I don't wanna have a gift if you don't want one</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
It's not Christmas if I don't offer you anything.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Then I'll find something for you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
You don't have to.</i></b><</if>>
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<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
It's my turn to ask a question now</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:32
Go ahead.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:32
Could you drive me to the car dealership this weekend?
I finally bought my new car.</i></b></div>
Nothing special, really. You didn't spend an hour choosing a car, even if you probably should've. The pics and details were decent, and you thought that having your car as soon as possible would be great.
Still, you took care of choosing a <<cycle "$pickcarcolorch3" autoselect>><<option "black">><<option "blue">><<option "orange">><<option "pink">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "red">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$pickcarch3" autoselect>><<option "Sedan">><<option "coupe">><<option "hatchback">><<option "pickup truck">><<option "SUV">><</cycle>>. A car that caught your eyes, even if the price always stings. But then again, you've never been a fan of spending too much on anything, really. Though, for once, you're giving yourself a treat, and you don't feel like it was a waste. A car is useful.
<b><i>20:33
I can.
I'll need the time and day, and I'll be there this weekend.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Thanks, $namet
We'll talk about it when we plan Christmas together</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
You're welcome.
I have to go, but it was a pleasure to have a talk with you.</i></b>
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*[["Already? Have something planned tonight?"|Chap3C81T6][$Tmesschap3c6 = "op1"]]
*[["Awww nooo don't go yet"|Chap3C81T6][$Tmesschap3c6 = "op2"]]
*[["Should I be worried about some dinner with someone I don't know?"|Chap3C81T6][$Tmesschap3c6 = "op3"]]
*[["It was my pleasure. Have a good night."|Chap3C81T6][$Tmesschap3c6 = "op4"]]
<<if $Tmesschap3c6 == "op1">><b><i>20:33
Yes.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Which is?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Sleeping.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
It's barely 9pm?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
It's already too late.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
Do you often sleep this early?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:34
Usually, yes. Not every time, though.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
Right
Good night then, $namet</i></b></div><<elseif $Tmesschap3c6 == "op2">><b><i>20:33
Should I stay a little longer?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Yes
Where are you going anyway?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Sleep.
I have to wake up early tomorrow for work.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
This early?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Yes. I usually sleep early, not every time, though.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
Ah
My bad
You can go to bed
Don't wanna deprive you of your sleep</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:34
I can stay longer if you need.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
No, no it's okay
I gotta finish my food anyway
Don't worry
Night, $namet!</i></b></div><<elseif $Tmesschap3c6 == "op3">><b><i>20:33
No.
I'm just going to sleep.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Glad to know you're not cheating on me</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>?</i></b>
<i>Delivered</i>
<b><i>Did I leave you speechless?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Yes.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Not for very long it seems</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
I… am not a cheater.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
Interesting to know</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Yes.
I'll take my leave then.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
Alright, night $namet :)</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:34
You don't need to worry about what you said.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
About cheating on me?</i></b></div>
And when you think $t_they's about to answer it, $t_they doesn't. Deflecting.<<elseif $Tmesschap3c6 == "op4">><b><i>20:33
You don't need anyone to drive you home?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
I don't, Vailyn will drive me back
Dw</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
Sure? I don't mind waiting until you're done to drive you back.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:33
It's all right, $namet
Really</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:33
If you're sure.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:34
I am</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:34
Good night, $name.
Hope your food isn't cold.
My apologies if it is.</i></b>
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<<if $JAMmesschap3c1 == "op1">><b><i>20:20
Need to talk about smth</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:20
Are you upset or happy about that something?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:20
Neither</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:20
Is it about something I did?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:21
Nope</i></b>
Your brows furrow in confusion as you type your reply.
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
So what's up?</i></b></div><<elseif $JAMmesschap3c1 == "op2">><b><i>20:21
Not really
Just need to talk about smth</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
It doesn't look good</i></b></div><<elseif $JAMmesschap3c1 == "op3">><b><i>20:21
Smth happened today?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Wdym?</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:21
$namet shot me a text earlier</i></b>
Your brows shoot up in surprise, eyes darting between your brother and Vailyn, who are still deep in discussion, before looking back to your phone as you type your response.
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*[["About?"|Chap3C81JAM2][$JAMmesschap3c2 = "op1"]]
*[["should I be worried?"|Chap3C81JAM2][$JAMmesschap3c2 = "op2"]]
<b><i>20:21
<<if $JAMmesschap3c2 == "op1">>well<<elseif $JAMmesschap3c2 == "op2">>maybe?<</if>>
$t_They told me about what I did to that asshole who nearly crashed into your car
Still think that guy was an asshole btw</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:21
Ah. Yeah, I wanted to talk to u about it too</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
Do I gotta prepare myself for some lecture?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
Do you want me to lecture you? </i></b></div>
<b><i>20:22
no</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:22
Just don't do it again Eki, I don't want problems </i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
I know
Sorry about that</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Mh</i></b></div>
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*[["omggg did I read it right?? My bestie apologizing?????"|Chap3C81JAM3][$JAMmesschap3c3 = "op1"]]
*[["You're good"|Chap3C81JAM3][$JAMmesschap3c3 = "op2"]]
*[["Maybe i should buy you a punching ball"|Chap3C81JAM3][$JAMmesschap3c3 = "op3"]]
<<if $JAMmesschap3c3 == "op1">><b><i>20:23
oh shut up</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
MAKE ME
WHAT YOU GONNA DO</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
Punch the hell outta u</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Yeah, sure</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
try me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Oh no
I'm so scared
Really
Really
Scared</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
ur ridiculous</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Can't hear u</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
because im not talking dumbass</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Can't read u</i></b></div><<elseif $JAMmesschap3c3 == "op2">><b><i>20:23
u sure?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Yeah</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
ok
I'll try to keep my hands to myself next time tho</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
We both know that won't happen</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
I can be calm when I want</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
Which is rare
:)</i></b></div><<elseif $JAMmesschap3c3 == "op3">><b><i>20:23
I don't need a punching ball</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
No, you'd rather punch people, huh?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:23
not my fault they're dumbasses</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:23
Everyone is a dumbass for you</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:24
Yeah
And sometimes they need some humbling</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:24
By punching them?</i></b></div><</if>>
<b><i>20:24
what u doing for Christmas?</i></b>
<<if $JAMmesschap3c3 == "op3">>A quiet huff leaves your nose, knowing deflection when you see it. <</if>>You take a moment to think about it before sending $j_them your answer.
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*[["Wanna spend it together?"|Chap3C81JAM4][$JAMmesschap3c4 = "op1"]]
*[["Probably with Vailyn and Vince"|Chap3C81JAM4][$JAMmesschap3c4 = "op2"]]
*[["Idk, you'll be busy?"|Chap3C81JAM4][$JAMmesschap3c4 = "op3"]]
<<if $JAMmesschap3c4 == "op1">><b><i>20:25
sure
With Valyn and ur bro?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
yeah</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
ok
I'll crash at your place for Christmas Eve</i></b>
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*[["Alright"|Chap3C81JAM4a][$JAMmesschap3c4a = "op1"]]
*[["You won't visit your parents btw?"|Chap3C81JAM4a][$JAMmesschap3c4a = "op2"]]<<elseif $JAMmesschap3c4 == "op2">><b><i>20:25
and me</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
And you</i></b></div>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
btw
Could you drive me to the car dealership this weekend?
I finally bought my new car.</i></b></div>
Nothing special, really. You didn't spend an hour choosing a car, even if you probably should've. The pics and details were decent, and you thought that having your car as soon as possible would be great.
Still, you took care of choosing a <<cycle "$pickcarcolorch3" autoselect>><<option "black">><<option "blue">><<option "orange">><<option "pink">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "red">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$pickcarch3" autoselect>><<option "Sedan">><<option "coupe">><<option "hatchback">><<option "pickup truck">><<option "SUV">><</cycle>>. A car that caught your eyes, even if the price always stings. But then again, you've never been a fan of spending too much on anything, really. Though, for once, you're giving yourself a treat, and you don't feel like it was a waste. A car is useful.
<b><i>20:25
sure</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Thx, Eki</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
ur welcome
See u later?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Yeah, u ate?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
not yet
I will</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Alright
Talk to u later</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
k</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C82">><</button>><<elseif $JAMmesschap3c4 == "op3">><b><i>20:25
nah
Not this year
I had some calls from the usual bars, but I told them I'd be busy </i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
With me?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
Yeah</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
btw
Could you drive me to the car dealership this weekend?
I finally bought my new car.</i></b></div>
Nothing special, really. You didn't spend an hour choosing a car, even if you probably should've. The pics and details were decent, and you thought that having your car as soon as possible would be great.
Still, you took care of choosing a <<cycle "$pickcarcolorch3" autoselect>><<option "black">><<option "blue">><<option "orange">><<option "pink">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "red">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$pickcarch3" autoselect>><<option "Sedan">><<option "coupe">><<option "hatchback">><<option "pickup truck">><<option "SUV">><</cycle>>. A car that caught your eyes, even if the price always stings. But then again, you've never been a fan of spending too much on anything, really. Though, for once, you're giving yourself a treat, and you don't feel like it was a waste. A car is useful.
<b><i>20:25
sure</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Thx, Eki</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
ur welcome
See u later?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Yeah, u ate?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
not yet
I will</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Alright
Talk to u later</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
k</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C82">><</button>><</if>>
<<if $JAMmesschap3c4a == "op1">><b><i>20:25
I'll sleep on the couch</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
There's literally a guest room
Y'know, the one you took</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
ik
I prefer the couch</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Alright, alright
Don't let me stop you</i></b></div><<elseif $JAMmesschap3c4a == "op2">><b><i>20:25
idk yet
Maybe during the day</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
They won't feel bummed to spend Christmas without their precious kid?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
It wouldn't be the first I spend it with u</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Points taken</i></b></div><</if>>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
btw
Could you drive me to the car dealership this weekend?
I finally bought my new car.</i></b></div>
Nothing special, really. You didn't spend an hour choosing a car, even if you probably should've. The pics and details were decent, and you thought that having your car as soon as possible would be great.
Still, you took care of choosing a <<cycle "$pickcarcolorch3" autoselect>><<option "black">><<option "blue">><<option "orange">><<option "pink">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "red">><</cycle>> <<cycle "$pickcarch3" autoselect>><<option "Sedan">><<option "coupe">><<option "hatchback">><<option "pickup truck">><<option "SUV">><</cycle>>. A car that caught your eyes, even if the price always stings. But then again, you've never been a fan of spending too much on anything, really. Though, for once, you're giving yourself a treat, and you don't feel like it was a waste. A car is useful.
<b><i>20:25
sure</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Thx, Eki</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
ur welcome
See u later?</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Yeah, u ate?</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
not yet
I will</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>20:25
Alright
Talk to u later</i></b></div>
<b><i>20:25
k</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C82">><</button>>
An hour passes, and the food is cleared from the table to bring the desserts. Desserts that don't last long, especially not with Vince eating like a pig. No, he's not eating, he's inhaling his food as if it's going to sprint the second he looks away.
"Careful, you're gonna choke," you tell Vince with a worried frown on your forehead.
But the boy waves dismissively, only to start coughing and thumping his chest while trying to keep his mouth shut to not spit everything still in his mouth.
You sigh, reaching out to give his back gentle pats. "Told you so. You got chocolate on your shirt."
Catching his breath, he lowers his gaze to his shirt with a grimace. "Ugh, that's why I don't wear fancy stuff for our dinners here."
"Because you're a little pig?" Vailyn's laugh echoes softly in the refreshing air as they take a bite of their Napoleon.
Vince grunts in response, his hand still trying to wipe his stained shirt with a napkin. "I wouldn't have messed up if $name hadn't distracted me."
"So now it's my fault?" you raise your brows, sliding your hand up his back to pinch his cheek. "Easy to dump all the fault on me."
Your brother drags his gaze your way, a lazy smile on his face as he shrugs nonchalantly, drawing another chuckle from Vailyn, who switches their eyes between you two with a warm expression.
"I missed you, missed this, kiddos," they murmur warmly, their eyes crinkling at the corners.
You and your brother exchange a glance, both your features softening as you nod in unison.
"We missed this too, Vailyn," you murmur in an equally warm tone, taking a bite of your dessert with a soft smile.
Vince nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, I missed the food here."
"And you had to ruin it."
<<if $truth >= 3>><<button "NEXT" "Chap3C83">><</button>><<else>><<button "NEXT" "CHAP3sta">><</button>><</if>>
A ping interrupts your moment with your family once again, drawing Vailyn and Vince's attention.
"You're getting popular, angel," Vailyn tilts their head, a soft smile splattered on their face.
You hum, already unlocking your phone. Your brows furrow. You don't know this number.
"Something's wrong?" Vince inquires, his shoulders tensing and his eyebrows already furrowing as if ready to punch anyone who's bothering you.
"No… it's just," you shake your head. "I'm fine."
"Mh," Vailyn hums noncommittally, but you can see how their eyes sharpen as they tilt their head. "Someone you know?"
"Yeah, a colleague," you reply distractedly as you read the message.
<b><i>21:01
Good evening, it's Jordan from Marketing. We will be quite busy for the next few days and probably won't see each other, so I'm sending you this message to ask if we could meet when we're both available.</i></b>
This is… not what you expected. Jordan is <i>not</i> the type to send a message, not to you and not out of work. Should you be worried? Is that an attempt to intimidate you? You doubt it—you two seemed to get along well, or at least he tolerates you. You can't be sure; the man rarely talks to you even during reunions.
Sucking in a breath with growing nervousness, you type your answer.
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*[["Hi, can I ask what it is about?"|Chap3C84][$JORmesschap3a84 = "op1"]]
*[["Should I be worried?"|Chap3C84][$JORmesschap3a84 = "op2"]]
*[["Are u gonna bully me?"|Chap3C84][$JORmesschap3a84 = "op3"]]
<<if $JORmesschap3a84 == "op1">><b><i>21:01
I'd rather meet you in person to discuss it. We could meet somewhere public if that reassures you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:01
I'm sorry, but why now?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:01
I misjudged you. And you deserve to know.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:01
To know?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:01
Should we meet after the holidays? I'm afraid work will be busy and will take most of our time. Holidays are drawing near too, and I'm sure you have things to prepare.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:02
That's… right.
But we could talk between works</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:02
I'll need time to explain.</i></b><<elseif $JORmesschap3a84 == "op2">><b><i>21:01
It isn't about work. And I have no hidden agenda if you're worried about having to deal with a person who tries to intimidate you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:01
Do you read minds?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:01
No, it would be logical to think that way. I am not planning to convince you to leave the company.
We could meet somewhere public if that reassures you.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:01
It would. What about tomorrow?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:01
No, the marketing team will be quite busy for the next days.
I was thinking after the holidays.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:02
That's in a long time…
What is it about if not work-related?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:02
I'd rather meet you personally and have the time to explain my thoughts.</i></b><<else>><b><i>21:01
I know where you're coming from, but it is not in my nature to use this shameful tactic.
So no, I won't.
I just want to talk to you in person.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:01
We see each other plenty at work
Why now?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:01
I had a misconception of you, and that was wrong of me.
You deserve to know.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:01
Then tell me tomorrow?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:01
We will be busy the next few days; the marketing team will, and I'm sure you will be busy as well.
I was thinking after the holidays.</i></b>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:01
So no bullying?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:02
No bullying. I promise.
We can meet at a public place if that reassures you. A café, restaurant, park; whatever you feel comfortable with.</i></b><</if>>
<div style="text-align:right;"><b><i>21:02
I see.
Let's meet on January 1st?</i></b></div>
<b><i>21:02
It's settled then.
You can pick a place and a time</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "Chap3C85">><</button>>
<b><i>21:01
I'll be there.</i></b>
<<button "NEXT" "CHAP3sta">><</button>>
Before $namee died, you were:
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic" "yes" checked>>Sarcastic
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic" "no">>Genuine
--
<<radiobutton "$intimid" "yes" checked>>Intimidating
<<radiobutton "$intimid" "no">>Charming
--
<<radiobutton "$subtle" "yes" checked>>Kind, subtle
<<radiobutton "$subtle" "no">>Cold, blunt
--
<<radiobutton "$playful" "yes" checked>>Playful
<<radiobutton "$playful" "no">>Serious
Now, you are:
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic3" "yes" checked>>Sarcastic
<<radiobutton "$sarcastic3" "no">>Genuine
--
<<radiobutton "$persona3" "intimid" checked>>Intimidating
<<radiobutton "$persona3" "charm">>Charming
--
<<radiobutton "$playful3" "yes" checked>>Playful
<<radiobutton "$playful3" "no">>Serious
Do you want kids?
<<radiobutton "$kids" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$kids" "no">>No
Do you love kids?
<<radiobutton "$likekids" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$likekids" "no">>No
Did you let $namel flirt with you in the past?
<<radiobutton "$letlflirt" "and you weren't entirely indifferent, though you never cheated. Obviously." checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$letlflirt" "but you shut that down the moment $l_they opened $l_their mouth.">>No
Are you the jealous type?
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$jealous" "hide">>I hide it
Did you have any relationship before $namee?
<<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "many" checked>>Many <<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "no">>No <<radiobutton "$pastrelationship" "meh">>Not many but yeah.
What did you choose here?
The afternoon passes by rather calmly. Watching movies <<cycle "$persona1" autoselect>><<option "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">><<option "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><</cycle>>, preparing dinner together <<cycle "$personna2" autoselect>><<option "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<option "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">><</cycle>> and <<cycle "$personna3" autoselect>><<option "focusing intently on the cooking">><<option "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">><</cycle>>.
Are you a morning person?
<<radiobutton "$morning" "sunshine" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$morning" "grumpy">>No
Do you take time to get ready to go somewhere?
<<radiobutton "$readytime" "take time to prep" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$readytime" "grumpy">>No
Are you cheesy?
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$cheesy" "don't care">>Both?
Are you a good liar?
<<radiobutton "$liar" "good" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$liar" "bad">>No
<<radiobutton "$liar" "deflect">>I prefer to deflect
What's the name of your cat?
<<textbox "$catname" "">>
Are you hot-tempered or cold-headed?
<<radiobutton "$hottemp" "yes" checked>>I'm hot-tempered
<<radiobutton "$hottemp" "no">>I'm cold-headed
When $namee died, how was your state?
<<radiobutton "$grief" "crybroken" checked>>I cried
<<radiobutton "$grief" "bottleupokay">>I bottled up and acted as if I was okay
<<radiobutton "$grief" "denieangry">>I was angry
<<radiobutton "$grief" "numb">>I was numb
<<radiobutton "$grief" "bottleupstoic">>I didn't say anything, just forced myself not to react outwardly
Did you answer Juliet's call?
<<radiobutton "$phonecalljuliet" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$phonecalljuliet" "no">>No
When the Lazin couple came to your house, how were you?
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "uncomfortable" checked>>Uncomfortable
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "neutral">>I didn't know what to say
<<radiobutton "$lazincouple" "comfortable">>I was comfortable with them
Do you still eat normally?
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$eatafterdeath" "meh">>I eat a bit but not much...
Do you know how to cook?
<<radiobutton "$cookingskills" "no" checked>>You know the basics thanks to $namee.
<<radiobutton "$cookingskills" "good">>You're good.
<<radiobutton "$cookingskills" "perf">>You're more than good.
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Did you want Athiel out of your house at first?
<<radiobutton "$kickout Athiel" "Well, you did try to get $a_them out of your house. It didn't work unfortunately..." checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$kickout Athiel" "That's why you didn't try to kick Athiel out of your house.">>No.
Do you mind crowds?
<<radiobutton "$likecrowds" "no" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$likecrowds" "yes">>I don't mind crowds.
What drink did you pick?
<<radiobutton "$pickdrink" "coffee" checked>>Coffee.
<<radiobutton "$pickdrink" "tea">>Tea.
<<radiobutton "$pickdrink" "juice">>Juice.
<<radiobutton "$pickdrink" "hot chocolate">>Hot chocolate.
When Athiel talked about dating, what did you think about it?
<<radiobutton "$dateothers" "no" checked>>You don't want to date or see anyone else.
<<radiobutton "$dateothers" "dunno">>You don't know.
<<radiobutton "$dateothers" "yes">>You're not against seeing or dating someone.
Did you confront Juliet?
<<radiobutton "$confrontju" "yes" checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$confrontju" "no">>No.
Did you have the doc route or Thomas route?
<<radiobutton "$routedoc1" "yes" checked>>The doc route.
<<radiobutton "$routedoc1" "no">>Thomas route.
Do you drink alcohol?
<<radiobutton "$drinkalco" "yes" checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$drinkalco" "no">>No.
Did you eavesdrop on $namel conversation with $l_their fired ex-assistant?
<<radiobutton "$curiounosy" "yes" checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$curiounosy" "no">>No.
Did you call Chelsea or Maxime?
<<radiobutton "$routechel" "yes" checked>>Chelsea.
<<radiobutton "$routechel" "no">>Maxime.
Do you smoke?
<<radiobutton "$smoke" "yes" checked>>Yes.
<<radiobutton "$smoke" "no">>No.
What's your work skill?
<<radiobutton "$taffskills" "pplskills" checked>>People skills.
<<radiobutton "$taffskills" "scienlogiskills">>Logic and fact skills.
<<radiobutton "$taffskills" "intimidauthorityskills">>Authority and intimidating skills.
<<radiobutton "$taffskills" "rambleskills">>Annoying rambles skills.
Where you angry at $namel with the whole therapist fiasco?
<<radiobutton "$angrytol" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$angrytol" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$angrytol" "dunno">>I didn't know what to think of it
Did Vailyn slap Juliet?
<<radiobutton "$vslap" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$vslap" "no">>No
Did you accept to meet Loras?
<<radiobutton "$accetmeetDa" "yes" checked>>Yes
<<radiobutton "$accetmeetDa" "no">>No
<<radiobutton "$accetmeetDa" "dunno">>I didn't know what to do
At your date, you met a <<cycle "$genderss" autoselect>><<option "man">><<option "woman">><</cycle>>, in your <<cycle "$pickoutfitc2" autoselect>><<option "elegant">><<option "sexy">><<option "casual">><<option "comfy">><</cycle>> outfit.
<<button "Next" "IntroChap3p3.1.1">><</button>><<if $routedoc1 == "yes">><<set $routedoc to "yes">><<set $routecul to "no">><<else>><<set $routecul to "yes">><</if>><<if $routechel == "yes">><<set $routemax to "no">><<else>><<set $routemax to "yes">><</if>><<set $showchara to true>><<set $showcharj to true>><<set $showcharl to true>><<set $showchart to true>><<if $lazincouple == "comfortable">><<set $parlazinroute to "yes">><<else>><<set $parlazinroute to "no">><</if>><<if $sarcastic == "yes">><<set $sarcastic to 1>><<set $genuine to 0>><<else>><<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $genuine to 1>><</if>><<if $intimid == "yes">><<set $intimid to 1>><<set $charm to 0>><<else>><<set $intimid to 0>><<set $charm to 1>><</if>><<if $subtle == "yes">><<set $subtle to 1>><<set $blunt to 0>><<set $showblunt to false>><<set $showsubtle to true>><<else>><<set $subtle to 0>><<set $blunt to 1>><<set $showblunt to true>><<set $showsubtle to false>><</if>><<if $playful == "yes">><<set $playful to 1>><<set $serious to 0>><<else>><<set $playful to 0>><<set $serious to 1>><</if>><<if $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $genuine3 to "no">><<else>><<set $genuine3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $playful3 == "yes">><<set $serious3 to "no">><<else>><<set $serious3 to "yes">><</if>><<if $persona1 == "while massaging your $e_boyfriend's feet when $e_they's asked you to">> <<set $caring to $caring + 1>><<set $showaloof to false>><<set $showcaring to true>><<elseif $persona1 == "while eating some snacks with <<print $namee>> as you watch a movie">><<set $aloof to $aloof + 1>><<set $showaloof to true>><<set $showcaring to false>><</if>><<if $personna2 == "as $e_they gives you a few kisses here and there">><<set $distant to $distant to + 1>><<set $showwarm to false>><<set $showdistant to true>><<elseif $personna2 == "as you give $e_them a few kisses here and there">> <<set $warm to $warm + 1>><<set $showwarm to true>><<set $showdistant to false>><</if>><<if $personna3 == "focusing intently on the cooking">><<set $serious to $serious + 1>><<set $showserious to true>><<set $showplayful to false>><<elseif $personna3 == "entertaining your $e_boyfriend with some jokes">> <<set $playful to $playful + 1>><<set $showserious to false>><<set $showplayful to true>><</if>><<set $relationcheck to true>><<if $hottemp == "yes">><<set $hottemp to 1>><<set $showhottemp to true>><<set $showcoldhead to false>><<set $coldhead to "no">><<else>><<set $coldhead to 1>><<set $showhottemp to false>><<set $showcoldhead to true>><<set $coldhead to "yes">><</if>><<if $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showsarcas to true>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $sarcastic is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showsarcagenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "no">><<set $showgenui to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenuisarca to false>><<elseif $genuine is 1 and $sarcastic3 == "yes">><<set $showgenuisarca to true>><<set $showsarcas to false>><<set $showsarcagenui to false>><<set $showgenui to false>><</if>><<if $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showinticharm to true>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showcharminti to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharm2 to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><<elseif $intimid is 1 and $persona3 == "intimid">><<set $showintimid to true>><<elseif $charm is 1 and $persona3 == "charm">><<set $showcharm2 to true>><<set $showinticharm to false>><<set $showcharminti to false>><<set $showintimid2 to false>><</if>><<set $edeath to "yes">><<if $genderss == "woman">><<setGender "s" "f">><<elseif $genderss == "man">><<setGender "s" "m">><</if>><<set $chap2do to true>><<if $showchara is true>><<set $showchara to false>><<set $showchara1 to true>><</if>><<if $showcharj is true>><<set $showcharj to false>><<set $showcharj1 to true>><</if>><<if $showcharl is true>><<set $showcharl to false>><<set $showcharl1 to true>><</if>><<if $showchart is true>><<set $showchart to false>><<set $showchart1 to true>><</if>>
<<if $romanceroute == "nope">>Are you ready?
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[[Yes|Chap3Int]]<<else>>Did you flirt with someone else, or did you focus on one RO?
<<radiobutton "$flirtforch3" "L" checked>>$namel
<<radiobutton "$flirtforch3" "T">>$namet
<<radiobutton "$flirtforch3" "A">>Athiel
<<radiobutton "$flirtforch3" "J">>Ekissa
<<radiobutton "$flirtforch3" "nope">>I didn't flirt with anyone else.
<<button "Next" "IntroChap3p3.1">><</button>><</if>><<if $flirtforch3 == "L">><<set $LL to 5>><<elseif $flirtforch3 == "T">><<set $TL to 5>><<elseif $flirtforch3 == "A">><<set $AL to 5>><<elseif $flirtforch3 == "J">><<set $JL to 5>><</if>>
Are you ready?
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[[Yes|Chap3Int]]
What is your name?
*[[Show me some suggestions for masculine names|Intro1.3][$INTNAME = "mn"]]
*[[Show me some suggestions for gender-neutral names|Intro1.3][$INTNAME = "gnn"]]
*[[Show me some suggestions for feminine names|Intro1.3][$INTNAME = "fn"]]
Or
<<textbox "$name" "Enter your name here">>
<<button "Next" "Intro1.4">><</button>>
<<if $INTNAME == "mn">>*[[Callum|Intro1.4][$name = "Callum"]]
*[[Miles|Intro1.4][$name = "Miles"]]
*[[George|Intro1.4][$name = "George"]]
*[[Flynn|Intro1.4][$name = "Flynn"]]
*[[Victor|Intro1.4][$name = "Victor"]]
*[[Kain|Intro1.4][$name = "Kain"]]<<elseif $INTNAME == "gnn">>*[[Ciel|Intro1.4][$name = "Ciel"]]
*[[Sasha|Intro1.4][$name = "Sasha"]]
*[[Spencer|Intro1.4][$name = "Spencer"]]
*[[Noa|Intro1.4][$name = "Noa"]]
*[[Teddi|Intro1.4][$name = "Teddi"]]
*[[Zakoï|Intro1.4][$name = "Zakoï"]]<<elseif $INTNAME == "fn">>*[[Ada|Intro1.4][$name = "Ada"]]
*[[Cheyenne|Intro1.4][$name = "Cheyenne"]]
*[[Louise|Intro1.4][$name = "Louise"]]
*[[Medea|Intro1.4][$name = "Medea"]]
*[[Leila|Intro1.4][$name = "Leila"]]
*[[Brooke|Intro1.4][$name = "Brooke"]]<</if>>
Or
<<textbox "$name" "Enter your name here">>
<<button "Next" "Intro1.4">><</button>>
Your surname?
*[[Show me some suggestions|Intro1.4.1]]
Or
<<textbox "$surname" "Enter your surname here">>
<<button "Next" "Intro2">><</button>>
*[[North|Intro2][$surname = "North"]]
*[[Fayxon|Intro2][$surname = "Fayxon"]]
*[[Hars|Intro2][$surname = "Hars"]]
*[[Wollukt|Intro2][$surname = "Wollukt"]]
*[[Germain|Intro2][$surname = "Germain"]]
*[[Loupz|Intro2][$surname = "Loupz"]]
Or
<<textbox "$surname" "Enter your surname here">>
<<button "Next" "Intro2">><</button>>
Who did you choose to romance?
<<radiobutton "$romanceroute" "L" checked>>$namel
<<radiobutton "$romanceroute" "T">>$namet
<<radiobutton "$romanceroute" "A">>Athiel
<<radiobutton "$romanceroute" "J">>Ekissa
<<radiobutton "$romanceroute" "nope">>No one
<<button "Next" "IntroChap3p3">><</button>>