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You certainly want to sing, but maybe you need to warn them about your awful skills, even if it kills the surprise. Better than killing your guests though.
But before you can come to a decision, the band of chefs loudly bursts out the kitchen’s door, each one proudly carrying a large plate with their flavorful concoctions. The aroma emanating is a battlefield of smells canceling out each other. You don’t know what to expect, and they’re hiding it as best they can — with a lid and all like a fancy restaurant. You don’t have any idea where those things come from, you don’t own them. Either way, you can tell there’s a friendly rivalry going on here. You believed that Mat and Celia were teaming up, but it doesn’t seem to be the case. They are favoring one plate over the other.
There are three trays with three different meals associated with each girl. They call everyone over and your chance to sing gets delayed. For the better some may say…
“C’mon, everybody, gather around! We have super yummy stuff ready!” Aurora acts like the big sister in the apartment.
“Oh yes, a metal core, truly a delectable human consumable.” Sasha (?) thinks these are the tasty meals she was promised.
“You don’t eat those, moron.” Odetta grumpily teaches.
“Thank you. Thank you for saying that.” Vera needs someone else to stop some of the nonsense. Odetta doesn’t know how to respond to that.
“Let’s cut to the chase, you girls want Johnny to taste ‘em first, don’t you?” Crossbill gets the picture as fast as Scarlet goes through an ice cream.
“Don’t look at me, she’s the one with a grudge.” Celia points at Matilda.
“I was humiliated. Johnny made me squirm and writhe as a spectacle for everyone to enjoy. Now he shall be paid in kind. I’ll make him feel what I feel…” Matilda licks her lips as she savors the moment in her mind.
“*hic*” Liu knows the feeling. Celia and Odetta don’t. They had normal meals with normal happy reactions. Therefore, Matilda and Liu are tiny weirdos.
“Squirm and writhe, huh? Is that what you want on the record?” Crossbill blinks quickly thanks to the wording.
“I’d like everyone to grab a bite, but Mat really insisted on the spectacle, and, like, that’s kinda fun, isn’t it?” Aurora agrees with the game plan.
“Spectacle?! With my treasured soulmate as center piece?! This is what glamour is all about, I can’t help but agree.” Lydie applauds.
“He deserves one gratifying meal. Always breaks his back cooking for your ungrateful butts, this is the least he deserves. On this topic, others need to go under review. No skipping.” Even Vera is for this somehow.
“Then what are you waiting for, Bestie? Pick your poison and do the song and dance Matilda wants from you.” Crossbill eggs you into choosing a meal…
This could be dangerous…
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>>6400214
Where do you wanna start?
>Experience Aurora’s dessert! You know it’s made of love!
>Experience Celia’s main course! You know it’s an actual normal, but possibly delicious, one!
>Experience Matilda’s dastardly meal! Face your fear and win.
>Write In.
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You can’t pretend to be a man of valor without facing your fears. It helps that your fears are likely to be pretty delicious. But it isn’t a sure thing, low brow people might consider you a picky eater. But Matilda knows that, and she has laid down the challenge, so you can’t back down now!
“If Mat wants it so bad, tell her to bring it!” You respond to Crossbill with the confidence that the sun will turn into its red giant phase in 5 billion years and NOT earlier.
“She can hear you loud and clear, Bestie. Good luck.” Crossbill believes you will surpass this challenge.
“We’re going straight to the main event?!” Lydie loves this twist!
“The real show is under here. Matilda has an appetizer.” Celia taps her tray.
“Ha. As if.” Matilda doesn’t take kindly to Celia’s words. “Bear witness to culinary greatness.”
Matilda showcases… a Matilda burger! Of course, she would, her entire personality revolves around these meaty boys. Her haircut is basically a bun. It certainly looks like an improved take on this classic. She’s not playing around, and you didn’t expect any less.
“Another burger, huh? Not feeling creative?” Vera is let down since she doesn’t know the Spicy lore.
“Dude, who complains about burgers?” Odetta thinks Vera is a freak that needs to be ignored.
“The disrespect of repeating a plate just to boast about the differences! You’re playing with fire, dear. No wonder we’re destined to duke it out at some point in the near future.” Lydie understands the gravity of Matilda’s actions.
“P-Please, don’t fight. We’re meant to be having fun...” Liu pleads with shaky confidence.
“Brilliant Liu, squabbles are resolved on the proper battlefield, and with the proper weapons!” Lydie wants a cooking duel.
“We’re kinda missing the point. I said it before, but I can say it again, it looks pretty yummy, Mat!” Aurora draws the focus on what really matters: Fast Food.
“But does it taste yummy?! We need answers!” Crossbill wants you to eat it.
“Only one way to find out.” You’re about to grab the burger, but…
“Hold up.” Matilda grabs a chair next to you, then extends her masterpiece to your mouth. “Say *aah.*”
“E-Emotional manipulation to boot…?! A wine and dine strategy?!” Lydie can’t believe this.
“W-What?!” Liu doesn’t get it, but her imagination is running wild!
“I just want him to have the best god damn hamburger in his life…” Matilda doesn’t take her eyes off you.
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. has your back! Sasha (?) nods too. Your friends are behind you!
You’re starting to think you’re focusing on the wrong kind of support for this situation…
Matilda is all over you… Her tactics will be effective if you don’t do something.
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>>6400732
What do you do?!
>What the hell are you supposed to do? Eat the burger. Enjoy the course!
>“Thanks, Mat.” Kiss her on the cheek to distract her, and grab the burger for yourself. You’ll eat at your own pace.
>“Wait, you need to shoot your love beam at the food! That’s what all great chefs do!” You’ve seen this in maid cafes! In some movies! You’ve never gone to one. Are they popular? Is this the appropriate line of thought for this moment?
>Write In.
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And something you will *not* do. What’s the point of trying to stop something obviously good? You’ll enjoy your damn hamburger as Matilda brings it forward!
You give the hamburger a sizable bite. Chomp chomp. Your teeth are right on the beef, tearing down everything in its path for you to consume this mixture. It’s healthier than average. But you knew that. That’s the motto of Matilda’s Burgers. Healthy, balanced hamburgers, yet dastardly delicious. You don’t miss anything from a fatty one. This is the intellectual’s evolution of the recipe. There’s no good reason to turn around and eat any other one. But is it true?
The piece dances between your cheeks. It’s your decision. Is it yummy? Just right? Needs some work? You liked her last one just fine, way above average, but this one is different.
“I-It’s effective, Johnny is eating…!” Liu can’t believe this.
“She’s truly not playing around, a worthy adversary.” Lydie bites her nail.
“Huh? Why wouldn’t he eat it? Am I missing somethin’? It looks amazing with an A on top!” Aurora is confused as she doesn’t understand the made-up stakes.
“…” Matilda silently places a piece of paper, a brush, and some ink. She expects a letter of surrender, just like hers. Maybe she’s mad because you hung hers on the wall. Her calligraphy is pretty. How petty. She can feed you with one hand, and taunt you with the other. Her entire being is prepared for this duel.
“Oh! She holds on to a grudge BAD.” Crossbill whistles like she’s seeing a large beast. “Ya know, she’d be fun to mess with.” She has a new target.
“Petty as hell.” Celia scoffs.
“If she’s gonna feed him, she should pay attention, damn it...” Vera grumbles at how clumsy the ‘tilda is.
“He has consumed half of it." Sasha (?) points out.
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“Now, Johnny, I believe it’s time you admit your hamburger has been thoroughly surpassed by my creation. I want you to write it down here. Say how much you adore it. How much you want it. Over and over again, until you can’t get anymore. A life long commitment to this flavor. Say it. Write it.” Matilda grins with malice.
“...You’re all a bunch of freaks, you know that?” Odetta doesn’t like Mat anymore.
Comparison is the thief of joy. But even if you’ve eaten better food, like some clumsy cookies (not fair, it’s among your favorites), there’s something about this burger…
How do you respond?!
>Channel your inner Scarlet and say it’s yummy!
>Channel your inner Nariko and say it’s exquisite!
>Channel your inner Nina and say it’s delicious!
>Channel your inner Matilda and write your thoughts dramatically!
>Share the burger, that’s the best sign to show it’s good!
>“I mean, it’s good, but no way better than mine!” You have a spine!
>Write In.
You’re going to eat Celia’s and Aurora’s after this. What happens after?
>Karaoke time! Kill everyone! Crossbill will like it! Or die! Isn’t that cool?!
>Help decide Sasha’s future. For fun!
>After spending some fun time with everyone. Have a 1-on-1 moment with Matilda. You made a promise!
>After spending some fun time with everyone. Have a 1-on-1 moment with Rora. You made a promise!
>After spending some fun time with everyone. Have a 1-on-2 talk with Lydie and Vera. You didn’t promise this at all, but you need to share some time with them!
>Write In.
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>>6401413
>>“I mean, it’s good, but no way better than mine!” You have a spine!
So she keeps making us more burgers
>After spending some fun time with everyone. Have a 1-on-2 talk with Lydie and Vera. You didn’t promise this at all, but you need to share some time with them!
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>>6401413
>Write in
"I mean, it's good. I like it, I want more. I'll put it on record."
Then write down the Oka family symbols for War and cooking burgers. Probably a pictogram of a cookie jar with a sister's hand going inside for war, maybe a grill for the latter?
"But this is only the first clash, and neither of us can claim superiority!
Merely the opening skirmish of a long battle. My meat! Your buns! We're going to keep colliding until we both reach our climaxes!
Only when one of us stops trying to improve will this be decided! Or else we wouldn't be Doing our Best (TM)! Only by surrender can a victor be determined!
And as we climb the mountain of cooking together, we can gaze down on the peasant-chefs. Ones we surpassed because we reached heights neither could have alone.
I know you're ready, Matilda, and that's good because we're going to be doing this for a long time to come."
>Karaoke time!
But miraculously Matilda survives the assault, so that we can
>Have a 1-on-1 moment with Matilda.
After which Rora will have recovered and we can
>Have a 1-on-1 moment with Rora.
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Matilda has to be insane if she thinks you’re going to wave the white flag after the first battle. This is the beginning of a long standing feud. You must show her how much this means. Make her understand what she’s facing. And everyone is awaiting your answer. With a couple of exceptions, mainly Sasha who wants the burger for herself.
“I mean, it’s good. I like it, I want more. I’ll put it on record.” You play with the brush that Matilda left on the table as you finish your catering of the burger.
The audience gaps, but they know there’s more to come. Matilda’s devilish grin turns softer, she’s focused.
“But this is only the first clash, and neither of us can claim superiority!” You exclaim as the crowd gasps once more. Now you begin writing down the Oka Family symbols for War and Cooking Burgers: The malignant thief’s hand on the cookie jar representing War. And a grill with glasses representing the Burgers. “Merely the opening skirmish of a long battle. My meat! Your buns! We’re going to keep colliding until we both reach our climaxes!”
“Can I unhear that? I’d like to unhear that.” Vera doesn’t like poetry.
“Ssh~! He hasn’t finished talking, Veranica...” Lydie demands decorum. Her eyes glitter with admiration with each passing word coming out of your mouth.
“Only when one of us stops trying to improve, will this be decided! Or else we wouldn’t be doing our best™! Only through surrender can a victor be determined!” You flag your symbols behind you through pure bravado. Yeah, you have no idea how it’s floating behind you. But it’s dramatic. “As we climb the mountain of cooking together, we can gaze down on the peasant-chefs. Ones we surpassed because we reached heights neither of us could have alone.” Your glare fiercely pierces through Matilda’s eyes. “I know you’re ready, Matilda, and that’s good, because we’re going to be doing this for a long time to come.”
“Bring it on.” Matilda is as ready as you thought. The Okas and the Spices will do this forever!
Reactions begin to pile...
“Bravo!!! That’s the man whose dreams I want to help make come true!” Lydie breaks into applause.
“Oh god, that’s the man whose dream I want to help make come true…” Vera holds head in dismay.
“He looked so passionate…” Liu is enamored with your supposed charisma.
“You don’t even know, even the tiniest of projects can get him passionate.” Crossbill fondly remembers the Nautical Nariko.
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“I will have to pull these two apart before they kill each other because of burgers. What the hell is my life now?” Odetta knows how this will go.
“Huh? Kill each other? I thought they were going to kiss! Like they are gonna eat a burger together and then smooch...” Aurora misconstrued the situation.
“Rora, he’s supposed to eat our food first...” Celia points out.
“Oh yeah! I almost forgot I put my entire heart into this! Whoops!” Aurora is an airhead.
“Meow!” Bradford Jr. wants to see these new meals.
“Meow, indeed.” Sasha agrees with your cat. This is normal behavior, so you don’t add the (?) to her name.
“Then get to it.” Odetta wants things to move along.
After an excitable Matilda gets removed from your side. Celia gets in position to show off her meal.
“I’m not planning on getting in a lifetime feud with ‘im, so mine’s pretty simple.” Celia unveils… a mysterious drink! “It’s a banana drink with a secret family ingredient. Especially delicious on a hot day, or whatever my grams used to say. If you like smoothies, you’ll like this, it’s pretty much the same, but what do I know? So, here you go.” Celia is a little embarrassed. “I didn’t want to bolster Mat’s with my perfect drink, so that’s why I waited.”
Matilda stares back like she’s saying ‘it would’ve done nothing but bolster your drink’. Very expressive for a stoic girl.
“I think it’s perfect with my chocolate egg, hehe! Here, Johnny, dessert time!” Aurora pulls out the giant egg, but it has a different aura about it. “You’ll see how my strategy pays off!”
“Oh, thank you very much!” You didn’t expect something so chill after war had been declared!
Both of these are better than you thought they’d be! Rora is right, her egg was way better than the prototype, it melted in your mouth. And Celia’s has healing properties, you feel anew! Both are Yummy enough to cheer you up!!!
“Glad you like it.” Celia sighs of relief. She can tell by the way you look. You smile and continue catering.
“No way you thought yours was any bad, silly.” Aurora nudges the beanie gal.
“But that begs the question, which is the best?” Crossbill wonders.
“I mean, we made enough for everyone. We wanted Johnny to have a bite first, that’s all.” Aurora points at the kitchen. “Even Mat made more burgers!”
“We were meant to feed everyone.” Matilda never got her objective.
“Okay, but you all get that I’m trying to stir shit up, right?” Crossbill is unimpressed by Rora’s lack of bad intentions. “Hey, Bestie, tell us which one is your favorite! No cop outs!”
Karaoke time comes next, then you’ll talk to Matilda and Aurora to fulfill your promises…
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How do you respond?
>You like Aurora’s egg! The Dewitt engineering has a lot of merit!
>You like Celia’s smoothie! It’s a smoothie and you wanted one, but got three. How can you not be happy about it?
>You like Matilda’s burger! After that spiel, you shouldn’t pick something else.
>Tell your Bestie to shut her beak and to enjoy the food herself.
>Write In.
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You’re going to give it to the girl who tried her best the most! Everyone gave it their all, but you don’t want her efforts to go unnoticed. She’s been the most lowkey and friendly about this.
“Tell me you don’t see this perfectly shaped egg and think this is the best thing ever! I dare you!” You hold the chomped egg before the bird's eyes. If there’s anyone who should appreciate a chocolate egg, it’s Crossbill. For obvious reasons.
“It’s missing a piece, bestie. But I get you now.” Crossbill cracks off a little piece to give it a test. She loves it.
“H-Huh?! You mean it?!” Aurora is in disbelief as she starts hopping in place. You nod back. “Yaaaay~!!!” She can’t stop giggling! It’s adorable!
“Congrats.” Celia admits defeat with honor. “I knew you’d win. If anyone put real passion into it, it was you.”
“Are you trying to imply something?” Matilda huffs and puffs, as she gave it her all too.
“Care is a better ingredient than spite.” Celia believes she said something deep.
“You gotta pour out your real feelings into your craft. It makes all the difference.” Crossbill teases Mat.
“But I…” Matilda believes she did…
“Of course ya did too! Everyone is loving it!” Aurora shows Matilda that the others are enjoying her burgers too.
“Not half bad.” Vera appreciates the cheese. What? Your thoughts are focusing on something Vera’s aren’t? No way! She totally puts the cheese over everything!
“No wonder you were up to making a stand, rival! This is a statement!” Lydie likes the meat!
“T-Thank you for the meal, Matilda! F-From the bottom of my heart.” Liu feels like grabbing these behind her back wasn’t polite.
“Wait, this isn’t cloggin’ *my* heart… the hell…?” Odetta is surprised that there’s fast food that doesn’t kill.
“Sorry for teasing ya, you have a good hand, Matty!” Crossbill apologizes as she eats hers.
“Meow, meow, meow!” Sasha (?) has a burger in each hand and desperately goes back and forth… She can’t get enough... How many did Matilda cook? At least you won’t have to worry about leftovers...
“Close, but not as good as my drink.” Celia winks. She’s obviously teasing.
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“Remember: they will get better and better, this battle is far from over.” You wink at Matilda.
“R-Right.” Matilda coughs as she regains her composure. “We’re destined to do this forever.”
Matilda feels a faint memory resurfacing, a moment of glee from her past, when everyone enjoyed her silly burgers together...
“She isn’t the only one who is gonna get better and better!” Aurora smiles at you.
“That's the spirit. And you’ve shown as much.” You now wink at the blonde! You’re so uncreative with your gestures…
“Hehe, but now that I won… I’m sitting next to you!” Rora claims the spot, leaning on you as she eats! This wasn’t discussed, but it’s a fair prize.
And so, everyone at the party enjoyed their burgers, chocolate eggs, and milkshakes…
“Gather around everyone, the proper karaoke session is about to begin!” Lydie acts like the main host for this event. You’re sitting by the dining table, and those who aren’t, are by the couch. Your host is in front of you all with the TV and the machine behind her.
“That bad feeling… is back…” Vera shakes her head.
After a long mission, there’s no way you can muster the energy to sing properly, if they call you over, it’ll be a disaster. But you wanna sing anyway. How bad can it get?
Who survives your first singing session? Only one can survive…
>Matilda.
>Aurora.
>Vera. Maybe?
>Lydie. Maybe?
>Crossbill. Maybe?
>Write In.
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There can’t be bad feelings during party time, you all gather around the karaoke machine and the TV like you’re about to watch a sports match. You know, for your local team. Not the boxing one, those guys suck. What sport do you even like? Not basketball, that’s for sure. Does Sumo have teams? Stables? Are they fat horses? What? Your knowledge wants to quit again? Good riddance, you’re about to sing, you don’t need him.
Despite Lydie’s best efforts, the singing can’t be all about her or you (not that you want to)! So, you get to listen to some of your friends try to rock it. It’s passed around twice before the microphone lands on your lap. Lydie was phenomenal, Vera was great, Sasha has beaten that tambourine like her life depends on it, now it’s your turn to show the world why you lead an idol agency.
“I’m awful, so get ready.” You clear your throat for the same reason as a mole scratching its eyes: Dedication.
“Ohohoho~! Always so humble, my bright boyfriend.” Lydie slaps her thigh as she finds this funny.
“How bad can it be? Right?” Liu giggles.
“No way can you be worse than this one.” Odetta points at Sasha. That’s rude. In response, the former antagonist beats the tambourine right on the grinning girl’s face. That’s double rude.
“Everyone, be ready to clap again!” Aurora cheers on the crowd.
“Ready.” Celia and Matilda are loud clappers.
“This song is called GET TO THE TOP~!” You randomly pick one from the list.
“W-Wait a minute…” Vera and Crossbill open their eyes wide, they realize this will be worse than anyone can imagine.
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. puts on his sound proof headphones he totally uses for sleeping.
Your singing is the equivalent of a flash grenade imploding in front of your eyes. The musical equivalent of rot and decadence. A front against human life and the definition of art. Hell has become a place to retreat, and the deaf are lucky. There’s nothing holy about God if it created you the way you are. You’re to music, what the van is to Ruby. That’s you singing.
And you got lost in it. You realized quickly, but a verse is a knockout blow — only Odetta escaped by astral projection. Everyone else tried to endure it with various degrees of success. Matilda lasted longer than all, but couldn’t do it. Lydie, on the other hand, is sleeping soundly. You don’t wanna ask questions, but she seems to have enjoyed this 10 second lullaby.
Your neighbors must be glad the walls are soundproofed… Well, some of them are, they must have dampened the noise a little bit. Right?
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. shakes his head to drop the headphones. Agent Headphones would’ve loved equipping those, but too late for that. She was the first to succumb.
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A loud series of knocks echo through the murder scene. Someone is at the door. You gotta apologize to whichever neighbor decided to complain for the equivalent of 10 seconds of tires screeching.
“Hey, sorry about the noise.” You absentmindedly open the door after making sure everyone is still alive. You have tucked them all inside blankets like little Ajnas on the couch.
“Hey there! I thought your cat died, but he seems fine.” It’s Pumpkin! One esteemed member of Hobosound. “Oh, but that explains it.” She points at the microphone in your hands.
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. salutes.
“What brings you here?” You’re a little confused.
“I was prancing around the neighborhood, then I heard the most horrific noise ever conceived, and I thought I could learn how to never ever do that. I’m always trying to improve my craft.” Punk-P smiles.
“During a curfew?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I learned all my coworkers live in the same building. Interesting that, isn’t it?” Pumpkin continues smiling.
“And you heard all that through the soundproof walls?” Your eyebrow reaches a not so notable but higher place on your face.
“I was blessed with great hearing. All the frequencies are my friend.” Pumpkin smiles.
This is certainly odd.
What do you do?
>“Can you help bring these girls to bed?” You think Pumpkin has experience moving stiff bodies.
>“You want me to invite you in?” You don’t know what’s happening anymore.
>“You know, I don’t believe you. Did you murder someone on your way here?” There’s something off about her story, and it’s an obvious red flag. You always address those.
>“Do you have a place to stay? Me and my friends were having fun, so it’ll be a little cramped, but you know, you can always use my bed!” Be forward and naive!
>Write In.
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>“Do you have a place to stay? Me and my friends were having fun, so it’ll be a little cramped, but you know, you can always use my bed!” Be forward and naive!
Nonchalantly hand her one of the burgers and shakes from the party as well.
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Punk-P doesn't respond well to us being silly, we've got to stay serious until she loosens up a bit. Here's the last thread where we dealt with her, I think. She wants to run the agency herself because she thinks we're incompetent and has dealt with incompetent managers before.
>Write In
"Would you like to come in? Or should I...?" Figure out if she wants in or if we should step outside.
If she comes in, ask for help getting the girls to bed. Either way, bring up:
"I acquired an office for the Agency by the way, here's the address. Just happened earlier today, sorry I haven't gotten around to telling you. Yes, it should've taken priority over this party but they were the team that helped get it.
But really now, what are you here for? Last I checked you had requested control over the agency, and I'm standing by for your requests to solve problems so I can earn your trust."
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Pumpkin is as cagey as you’re used to, fishing the real reason why she showed up won’t be easy, but even if you learned why, it doesn’t change the fact that she needs a place to stay during the curfew. Your apartment can be her shelter if she agrees to it. You gotta be kind, she’s not the one who wants to put up with your elaborated nonsense.
“Would you like to come in? Or should I…?” You hint that you’re willing to step outside.
“I’d hate to interrupt your evening as much as I have, Mr. Manager. But it’s not the type of night to spend watching the stars by the railing…” Pumpkin looks over your shoulder to determine if she’s being a bother. You disagree with her assessment almost entirely.
“Come in! We were having a party, and, uh, everyone simultaneously decided to take a breather...” You open the door wide to show the carnage. “Can you help me tuck them into bed?”
“What… What a visage.” Punk-P needs a moment to understand what’s going on. Once she double checks they are all alive, she walks in. “What kind of guest would I be if I refused?”
“A regular one. You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” You shrug.
“A regular one wouldn’t have gotten close to begin with.” Punk-P jokes. You think. She’s checking a couple of the victims to make sure they’re okay. The fact she doesn’t question that the singing did this is an indictment that you’re awful. “Ah, they fainted due to the sheer disappointment of your singing. All the signs are there.”
“How can you tell?” You wonder.
“I look at a disappointed woman every morning in the mirror.” Punk-P jokes. You think. “I can hardly imagine they’re going to lose their consciousnesses again if you do an encore. They know what to expect.”
“Well, next time, I’m not going to be tired, so it’ll go much different.” You believe in yourself.
“…” Punk-P places her hand over your shoulder without muttering another word. That’s condemnation right there. She’s pleading with you to not let these girls suffer again.
“O-Over here, let’s tuck them in this bed.” You point to Ruby’s room. She has the largest bed. If your math is right, they all should be able to fit in there. Sadly, your Knowledge is on vacation, so you won't know for real until you try.
You place Crossbill, Vera, Liu, Lydie, Celia, Aurora, Matilda, Sasha, and Odetta inside Ruby’s bed. You had to pull the secret lever, and expand the bed even more — barely having any space in the room. It was supposed to be a secret trick the redhead wanted to show off at some point, but Suan De spoiled the surprise during the apartment tour. And now they all are together, like tiny Ajnas next to each other. Beautiful.
“This one doesn’t appear to have a soul…” Punk-P says with an oddly specific choice of words as she caresses Odetta’s head.
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“Oh, she’s fine. Trust me.” You don’t have the time to explain your friend’s ghostly ways. Punk-P doesn’t appear to trust you. You better change topics. “By the way, I acquired an office for the Agency, here’s the address.” You hand over Fort Lydie’s. “Just happened earlier today, sorry I haven't gotten around to telling you. Yes, it should've taken priority over this party, but they were the team that helped get it.”
“What a way to repay them!” Punk-P smiles. “But I’m pleased that my little gesture went to the people who deserved it. Good job regardless, Mr. Manager. I’ll inform the others.” She seems genuinely pleased. She’d be happier if they weren’t dead though. Vera would argue that Lydie did not deserve it. Also, Pumpkin is putting this information out for the Hobosound text group.
You both step out of the room through the little space it has, she sits by the couch as you stand around...
“But really now, what are you here for? Last I checked, you had requested control over the agency, and I’m standing by for your requests to solve problems so I can earn your trust.” You wonder.
“I’m here by chance, Mr. Manager. An activity went awry, and I left on my own accord. My colleagues were around this neighborhood, so I pivoted to surprise them, because that’s what I’m known for. Then I heard this horrid noise, and curiosity got the best of me.” Punk-P isn’t lying, but she isn’t sharing many details either. “As for what you can do for us, I…” She stops herself from talking when her eyes meet an odd piece of paper on the wall. “I-Interesting symbols on the wall…” She recognizes them, or something similar.
“Oh, those are my family symbols for War and Cooking Burgers.” You explain. You’re pretty sure these are bullshit though.
“I… lost my train of thought! A shame, but we’re on time to get back to it.” Pumpkin didn’t want that to happen. Bradford Jr. jumps on her lap, she tensed up ever since you asked why she’s here, and the little fella wants to help her.
This woman is riddled with mysteries. Maybe you need to tackle them?
What do you do?
>“Yes, please, continue!” Keep the agency as the central topic.
>“Did something happen tonight? Wanna talk about it?” Be nice! She doesn’t seem to have had a good time wherever she was.
>“Have you seen these symbols before?” It’s really impossible that she knows the Oka Symbols. You made them up on the spot, unless… THERE’S A COPYCAT SOMEWHERE (Amelia)…
>“How can you tell Odetta’s soul is missing?” You can word that better, why didn’t you?
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You need to know what happened to Pumpkin to find a way to help! Perhaps all you need to do is lend an ear. Still, you need to find out what the issue is.
“Did something happen tonight?” You are concerned. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Oh, Mr. Manager, I can see how you build good rapport with everyone in the team.” Punk-P looks away.
“It takes two to build it.” You wink. “Tell me. You helped me out here, I want to return the favor, simple as.”
“I’m your guest for the night. This is enough of a favor, thank you. I can feel my heart melting already~.” Punk-P declines.
“I can tell it’s weighing on your mind. I won’t insist further than this. But I’m your manager, what I did is the bare minimum, taking care of the talent is my job. There’s no way we’re even.” You apply your own logic to the situation.
“Mixing professional and personal affairs is a recipe for success, you’re a genius!” Punk-P nods.
“Those hard rules mean nothing when someone’s well being is in jeopardy.” You argue. “But, again, the choice is yours. I’ll take your word if it isn’t serious.”
“I can picture it clearly, this is the moment the other person relents and opens up. Ah, to be so naive sounds like a riot~.” Pumpkin chuckles. “I’ll give you this, Mr. Manager. It *almost* worked.”
“Good, I was getting worried that you think I’m being insincere.” You sigh in relief. Yet, you know the issue might be serious. It’s bittersweet. “Do you want something to drink? Eat? We have plenty.”
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. would want that. It’s outside his eating hours and he’s on a diet, so it’s a hard no for him.
“Whatever you see fit. You’re my manager, aren’t you? I have to trust your judgment every once in a while.” Punk-P relents.
You’re starting to feel like you’re building something…
Pick a leftover to give to Pumpkin!
>Your Super Hamburger! (Wait, it’s the Nau—)
>Matilda’s Hamburger!
>Aurora’s Chocolate Egg!
>Celia’s Super Fruit Juice!
>The Cake from the other day…? Wait, you can’t feed her that! (Pumpkin somehow grabs a slice.)
>Write In.
What’s next?
>“So, uh, any tasks planned for me? I need to earn more of your trust!” You’re determined!
>“You can sleep in my bed. I’m good with the couch.” You could sleep in Suan De or Ichie’s bed. But meh, your couch is good now.
>“Do you want to stay for the night, or do you prefer if I call Ajna? She lives next door.” Offer Punk-P an out!
>Write In.
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>first nicknamed pumpkin
>start drawing her nose with more of a triangle
kek. Good shit.
>The Cake from the other day…? Wait, you can’t feed her that! (Pumpkin somehow grabs a slice.)
>“You can sleep in my bed. I’m good with the couch.” You could sleep in Suan De or Ichie’s bed. But meh, your couch is good now.
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>The Cake from the other day…? Wait, you can’t feed her that! (Pumpkin somehow grabs a slice.)
>“You can sleep in my bed. I’m good with the couch.” You could sleep in Suan De or Ichie’s bed. But meh, your couch is good now.
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There’s plenty of food around to share, but you’d feel bad sharing something someone else made without them being around. You imagine yourself in their shoes, missing that blissful smile from whoever gets to eat your food. There’s gotta be some leftovers of something you can pick up! Punk-P didn’t enjoy your wings, so you don’t have a clue if she’s a picky eater or not. She’s an adaptable lady though, that’s a green flag!
“Let me check what I have around.” You head straight to the fridge. Pumpkin decides to follow you around, now more interested in your moves.
“Please, don’t cook anything for me, Mr. Manager. You look like you ran a couple of marathons, and won a couple. Be mindful of your health.” Pumpkin Pie smiles.
“Afraid you’ll love it?” You joke.
“You got me! You can only grow on me so much per day.” Pumpkin chuckles. “Your reputation precedes you, but I mean what I said. If anything, I'd like to try your cooking when you’re well-rested. You understand how I’m all about fairness.”
“Don’t you think some leftovers will give you the wrong impression?” You wonder back. One of your guests ate most of the fresh food, you don’t wanna name any names, because they come with a question mark (?).
“I’m a tasteful critic.” Punk-P winks back.
“Err, I have lunch from the other day, some salads, uhm…” You survey around as you start pulling the plastic containers with each of the meals. The hobos take these for lunch while they work.
“How about a little bit of this?” Punk-P passes her finger over the cream of leftover cake. Yes. That cake. T-The cream isn’t potent enough to do any of the side-effects, right?
“W-Wait…” You didn’t notice in time! Too tired!
“I’m quick on the draw, I’m sorry.” Punk-P feels guilty for overstepping.
“I-It’s fine, uhm, don’t worry about it.” You want her to feel comfortable despite the dangers.
“So welcoming! If that’s the case, the whole slice is mine!” Pumpkin gleefully grabs the plate for herself.
“What happened to trusting my judgment?” You were supposed to pick.
“A little bit of sweetness will cheer up my evening.” Punk-P gives you a reason to pivot. “I owe you, Mr. Manager. And even despite my best efforts, I’m much like my father when it comes to giving my word.”
You two walk back to the living room and make the couch your place to chat. Bradford Jr. rests in the arms, ever vigilant of all threats and spirits.
“Before I forget, you can sleep in my bed, I’m good with the couch.” You point at your room to give her a clear idea.
“Oh, so this is the end of our conversation! Just when I was starting to get curious about you.” Punk-P half-jokes as she takes a bit of her dessert.
“I didn’t mean to make it sound that way, but I’m surprised you wanna keep chatting with me.” You admit.
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“My curiosity is on a winning strike tonight, and I’m seeing a better side of you, Mr. Manager — we shouldn’t stop now…” Pumpkin didn’t lie about her intentions. “Ready to answer hard hitting questions?”
“Shoot.” You adjust your glasses.
“Debbie, Vortexia, or me?” Punk-P smiles.
Huh, that’s a direct question...
How do you respond?
>“As your manager, the only real answer is everyone. But you’re my focus tonight.” Give Pumpkin Pie a wink.
>“The only one who needs guidance is Debbie and her group.” Be a concerned manager.
>“In what way? Because you’re all damn cute. And if it’s about music, you’re all great too.” You won’t make a decision.
>Lydie, of course, because she’s the best! She brought you a smoothie! Wait, she isn’t part of the options...
>Write In.
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>“As your manager, the only real answer is everyone. But you’re my focus tonight.” Give Pumpkin Pie a wink.
>Write In.
You forgot to mention the rest of the blueberries, all of you are my priority. Whether its helping a frog returning back to her fruity ways, a clutz who was finally able to stumble on her big break after being tripped so much from others, or a spicy pumpkin who seems so bent on taking everything upon herself while her poor manager wants to help carry some of that weight for her.
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I wonder if she's going to be hit as hard or harder than Vivi was by the cake. Seems she's had quite the bad experience with someone she trusted before.
Uhh...I mean aside from and probably before her father gambled her contract away.
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Like your answer to come, you have your priorities straight. This is only a trick question if you don’t want to be honest! And you always love to speak your mind! Everyone loves that about you, right?
“As your manager, the only real answer is everyone. But you’re my focus tonight.” You wink again. Winking can be as strong as wiggling your eyebrows and requires less effort. Even Amelia can wink. Maybe you shouldn’t wink as much.
“Sweet answer! As sweet as this cake is. Congratulations. I’m glad you took this direction with your answer. First impressions can be damning!” Pumpkin taunts you with her fork. She means well, the cake is balanced, but a good cake nonetheless — it had to be sweet! That’s Kobashi’s motto…
“Though, you forgot to mention the rest of the Bluesberries, all of you are my priority.” You pretend to boop her nose, but refrain at the last second, almost like you stole it. “Whether it’s helping a Frog return back to her fruity ways, a Clutz who was finally able to stumble on her big break after being tripped by so much from others, or a Spicy Pumpkin who seems so bent on taking everything upon herself while her poor manager wants to help carry some of that weight for her.”
“Do you want me to lean on you that badly, my poor Mr. Manager? It’s getting adorable.” Pumpkin leans forward as a way to tease. “I applaud you for cheering me up tonight, but this *spicy* burden is lofty.”
“I do wonders with spice in the kitchen, just ask around.” Boom! You wink again! “But truly, all I want is to help. That’s all.”
“Hmm?” Pumpkin Pie tilts her head. “You’re after my heart, Mr. Ando. Don’t expect me to forget.” Punk-P boops you and smiles.
You did flirt a lot with Pumpkin Pie while at the recording booth, you gotta be smooth or candid to get out of this one…
How do you respond?
>“I mean, you’re pretty. But all I want now is to support your goals. I believe in you, Pumpkin Pie.” Be professional and truthful.
>“I was being playful, you were kind of mean back then. Sorry. Now all I want is for you to succeed. Let me help you.” You don’t want her heart, you care for her heart! This metaphor sucks.
>“And what if I am? Your dreams are my dreams now. I won’t stop until I make you the happiest.” Don’t be ashamed of your love!
>“I’m a professional, Pumpkin Pie. I can be the best manager, and have feelings for you — they are not mutually exclusive.” You’re a determined guy, and she’s a determined woman. This will work.
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>“I’m a professional, Pumpkin Pie. I can be the best manager, and have feelings for you — they are not mutually exclusive.” You’re a determined guy, and she’s a determined woman. This will work.
>“I mean, you’re pretty. But all I want now is to support your goals. I believe in you, Pumpkin Pie.” Be professional and truthful.
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>“I was being playful, you were kind of mean back then. Sorry. Now I won't say that /all/ I want is for you to succeed...But I'm happy to prove that I can be helpful and sincere before anything else."
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You’re going to ignore the booping because you’re a pro. Even though it may be more appropriate if you put a policy against this kind of behavior. But you *do* want to do that at some point, these women are getting too cocky. You’ll make this decision later.
“I’m a professional, Pumpkin Pie. I can be the best manager and have feelings for you — they’re not mutually exclusive.” You’re not going to be an impediment to success, you’ll bolster it! “I mean, you’re pretty. But all I want now is to support your goals. I believe in you, Pumpkin.”
“I had no idea that calling your subordinate ‘Pumpkin Pie’ is deemed professional!” Pumpkin pretends to act surprised.
“It could be part of our marketing strategy.” You have big plans for this appropriate nickname.
“Woah, brainstorming without a brain! You impress me!” Punk-P is not being subtle.
“It’s a joke. A *professional* joke.” You wiggle your eyebrows.
“And having feelings for me is professional as well?” Pumpkin wonders.
“It *is* normal. Though mostly a hypothetical. A very not-hypothetical hypothetical. I think the uncertainty is what makes our relationship work. If you get my flow.” You shrug.
“Hypothetically, I shouldn’t, if I wanted this to work. Correct?” Pumpkin discusses.
“Then you’re following me. Though, you’re ignoring the important bits: I want to help you succeed — and there’s nothing hypothetical about it.” You’re going to stop using this word for the remainder of this conversation, or even the evening. “I have your back. Okay?”
“I supposed this is the most support I’ve ever gotten from any management I have worked under.” Pumpkin half-jokes. The joke part being her former management.
“That’s depressing.” You say.
“You’re one step away from convincing me, Mr. Manager. But tell me, why do you believe in me?” Punk-P has gone through enough marketing talks to understand when someone is not being truthful.
“You kidding? You don’t think I’ve watched your work after all this time?” You have some bathroom breaks where you looked her up!
Punk-P politely smiles with an expression that tells you that you don’t want her to speak her mind. She’s doing everything she can to not be a dick. Within normal parameters.
“Well, I did. If you don’t think I can fall in love with what you do because of that, then we have bigger problems than not trusting each other. And between us, I can’t wait to watch you live.” You get excited!
“Mr. Manager… Uhm, Mr. Ando, I suppose… Let’s see how far we can take it.” Pumpkin has little faith, but that’s still above 0. She extends her hand for a handshake.
“How about a hug instead?” You love those suckers!
“If that’s your style of management, I might start adjusting now…” Punk-P prides herself for her adaptability, so she has no other option.
You embrace Pumpkin Pie in a polite hug!
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She let one little whimper that sounded oddly, uh, erotic. You stand back immediately, thinking you were hurting her, but she looks like nothing happened. Yet at the same time, something is *off*. Either you imagined it, or her poker face is out of this world. Maybe she should join you in that international tournament if that’s the case…
It’s important to take into consideration that she ate the whole slice.
What do you do?
>“You know I heard that.” Confront Pumpkin and her not-proper idol soundboard.
>“Did you just yelp...?” You need to confirm the situation before moving forward.
>“To a great future!” Ignore what happened, and let Pumpkin take the reins of the conversation.
>Hug Pumpkin again. Confirm the moan’s source.
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...No need for rodeos. As Yu Yan would say, you need to address the big magumbos in the room!
“You know I heard that.” You stoically bring it up.
“Hmm?” Pumpkin plays dumb.
“The sound you just made. I heard it.” You clarify.
“Oh, Mr. Manager, I let out a little sigh.” Pumpkin stares at you, wondering what the big deal is.
“There was nothing little about it.” You won’t be convinced otherwise.
“The proximity made it sound more alarming than it was.” Pumpkin argues.
“It didn’t sound like a sigh either.” You add.
“That’s your impression.” Punk-P will deny every accusation.
“You know what it sounded like to me?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Do tell!” Pumpkin tilts her head.
“It starts with an M, and it rhymes with loan.” You don’t sugarcoat it.
“Woah, that’s more blunt than I was expecting!” Punk-P wants to laugh it off.
“Am I lying though?” You say.
“...Well, you held me too tightly. What did you expect?” Punk-P drifts her eyes away. She’s… embarrassed.
She’s acting more adorable! You kinda want to gush about it. Finally seeing a different side from her usual cold self...
How do you respond?
>“I’ll be more careful next time. Want it to be next time now?” Half-Joke. Try to be more agreeable.
>“We can cuddle more gently.” Wiggle your eyebrows. You want another hug no matter what!
>“Liar. I’m a hug expert, and I was as gentle as one can be. You just got too excited, didn’t you?” Keep up the offensive! You won’t be slandered!
>“Crap, the cake did work again…” Yeah, you realize the real reason why Pumpkin Pie is being so sensitive. Maybe you should explain to her?
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Since Pumpkin is acting more candid, you must be more tactful. It’s the respectful and kind thing to do!
“I’ll be more careful next time.” You gotta be more accommodating.
“…” Punk-P stares back at you with a blank expression and a lingering air of disbelief. Just a smidgen. She didn’t think her excuse would land.
“Want it to be next time now?” You half-joke. If you completely act out of your usual self, she’s gonna get weirded out.
“You don’t miss a beat, do you? What a go-getter.” Pumpkin doesn’t know how to feel anymore, and knows even less how to express it.
“Is that a yes? We can cuddle more gently, if that’s the issue.” You wiggle your eyebrows. “I’m gonna be here, arms open, and wait for you to make the first move. How about it? We both know we can’t end our only hug like that.”
“You want me to lean on you that badly…” Pumpkin reads your mind, but this goes both ways. Figuratively and literally!
“It’s been my intention from minute one. Yeah.” You aren’t playing mind games.
“You’ve tricked me enough to believe you, Mr. Ando…” Punk-P shortens the distance and places her head on top of your chest. You’re her pillow! “If it was any other day, this wouldn’t have worked…”
“If it was any other day, I would’ve tried anyway.” You smile as you put your arms around her. “I’m here for you.”
Time slows down in the comfort of each other, each long second denouncing how the tension in Pumpkin's body leaves her be for once. It's not a calculated move. Not one plan ahead. Not a single thought crossing her mind. She's taking it easy. Your heartbeats are a drum of comfort. Your easy breathing denotes your satisfaction for finally being useful. For the first time, you two are not at odds... You're comfortable with each other, long it may last...
“Hey.” Punk-P wants you to look at her directly as this moment of respite continues.
“Hmm?” Before you can get the picture, she starts kissing you… Obviously, you embrace her back…
But then she cuts it short...
“T-That’s your reward, Mr. Ando! Now I need to catch some sleep, before I lose more of my senses...” Pumpkin walks away without facing you!
“Y-Yeah, but do you need anything?” You feel like this is so sudden.
“I want to keep believing in your tricks…” Pumpkin cheekily winks back and rushes away silently after that, she’s a cute mess...!
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. decides to chase after the idol. He’ll make sure she’s okay.
Well, you’re alone in the living room, it’s not like someone you knocked out is gonna wake up all of a sudden…
Who wakes up all of a sudden?
>Matilda.
>Aurora.
>Nobody. Sleepy time! You have the couch to yourself! Savor the moment you had with Pumpkin!
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With the living room all to yourself, you take a moment of respite on the couch. The silence of the night, heightened by the empty streets, gives you clarity of thought. Pumpkin Pie embraced you lovingly, tearing down an impossible barrier, all hostilities gone for a fraction of a second. You can’t take this for granted, the weight is on your shoulders, and you can’t disappoint.
This is all you can ask for! The opportunity to be trusted! Pumpkin opened her heart ever so slightly, but it’s so monumental. You can tell she doesn’t *want* to trust others, but she’s leaving a gap for you. The tiny place you carved in her heart can be easily taken away, it’s designed that way. But you won’t let that happen. Even if it won’t be easy. You can’t let that woman lose that spark!
Because what you witnessed today — no — what you two were experiencing together was something special. She’s one hell of a woman. More caring than you can ever imagine. While the touch of her lips was the star of the show, the way she hugged you triggered something within you. A bittersweet memory of the embrace of the person you can never hug again. That’s a loving hug no matter what, but…
Remembering her hurts all the same, but you’re stronger, right? It’s not like you stop breathing. It’s not like your body can’t move. It’s not like you’re not looking forward to tomorrow. You’re alive. People believe you. So many people believe in you…
Aurora doesn’t hesitate to go along with you, she knows what you’re doing is right, even if she should think about it twice… You’re not always 100% reliable. So you gotta measure up!
Matilda rests assured that you’re going to always have her back, and she has yours, no matter what, in return. You can’t disappoint her!
Odetta will kill for you. You don’t want that. But you can tell she’s willing to go to the greatest extremes for her buddy…
Celia bet big on you and never regretted it, regardless of if things were going well or not. You’re her favorite. That’s too much faith in you!
Lydie is insane. But like, in the same way you’re insane for everyone else, including her; is it narcissistic to say you love her…?
Liu believes in you more than she believes in herself, huh? You have to protect her, she has more worth than you’ll ever have…
Vera has her reservations, but moves them aside because there’s no one she believes in more than you! She’d say that should be more concerning to her, but you make it work! So you gotta continue!
Your Bestie knows that you two will save the whole blue world, there are no ifs or buts…
And even despite how awful you are in her mind, Pumpkin saw something in you that convinced her to bet on you too…
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There are dozens and dozens of people who have your back. Both in this very building, and afar… You wanna name them all! The love that you carry, you want to acknowledge it to the world! But you’ll pass all night recalling them if you do…
You’re worth something to be backed…
Did you ever think you’d get this far?
You look around the apartment...
When you got here first, your dad wanted nothing to do with you, he wasn’t prepared for some brat to live with him. He wasn’t in the mood for cleaning up his storage room to give you your own place. So you slept here, on this very couch, as uncomfortable as one could possibly be — the pillows were like daggers on your back, shit was awful. Not like you could catch any sleep that night even in comfort…
And yeah, the apartment walls were ridden with holes, the corners all moldy, the stench of alcohol and cigarettes all over. Everything was a mess...
...You were supposed to rot here.
But look at this place now. It looks brand new! You really undersold it before, but this is amazing... The colors, the walls, nothing is half broken anymore. The new pillows for the couch gave it a second life, it has a strong base, that’s why it was so stiff with the other ones. This has always been a good couch, damn it!
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It’s like you finally dispelled that old crook’s spirit from this apartment. Maybe all that you and this place needed was a chance to get better...
Or maybe you’re like bacteria that thrives in harsh conditions. Your dad used to think so. Except for the thriving part.
Also, you don’t give a rat ass about the Ship of Theseus. It’s the same couch regardless of if the pillows were swapped.
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Your lame kid that you always believed in is going to continue doing his best!
“Partner, I’m more certain than ever, we will protect this world.” Philonune smirks as he always does. And he encourages like he always does too. “And that will only be the beginning.”
“We gotta.” You nod as you put your blanket on. You aren’t sure if it was Ruby or Suan De, but someone left some laying around in case of sleepovers…
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You begin embracing the night and thinking ahead for the future…
You gotta keep your promises to Matilda and Aurora…
You gotta meet with the Sewer guy. Vlad, was it? He asked you to return, but do you wanna go into that place again? It was stinky…
Speaking of stinky people, you have that assassin guy’s phone number, should you call him?
You need to help Lydie with whatever she’s planning! You’re her pretend boyfriend for a good reason, right? Right…?
You had fun with Kata yesterday, but you still owe her a date! You need to get on that!
Don’t you have a ticket for a cruise? It’s the ultimate poker tournament!
Is it bad that you’re getting nostalgic about the Bubble? Not Bubbles. The Bubble Dimension. Maybe you should pay them a visit? Also, maybe you should be nicer to Bubbles…
Oh god, you have your exams soon, don’t you? This blows. Cancel the future. You wanna stay on the couch. Just kidding…
Think of a positive school future… Oh right, Yu Yan is gonna be president of the student council! There’s nothing that can stop her from sweeping the elections, right?!
And you gotta deal with the white flames with Fiora…
Oh, Jesse wanted to talk to you about something, didn’t he? What? Are you already asleep? This thought didn’t go through? That’s too bad. But he’s nice, he’ll forgive you…
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Jokes aside, you’ll be there for everyone!
Sadly, this is all we have for this thread, we continue next time! Thanks for playing, and see you soon!
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