WEEK THREE MINGLE

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ᯓ⭐ WEEK THREE MINGLE

Happy third week, lovebirds! Here's to hoping you're riding high on the wave of success of one whole pair being correct! Surely you must have an idea by now how to win this thing!

Probably?

The good news is that you're not going to have to find yourselves in any weird clothes this time around, except maybe that just leads to a strange sense of foreboding for a future scenario...? Who knows. You can't quite brace yourself for it this time.

But don't worry, it's not like there's nothing happening. On the contrary!

For the entirety of this week, you'll find yourself feeling... clingy. It's going to start feeling very strange if you're not leaning on someone, holding their hand, cuddling with them, sitting in their lap, stealing a kiss, or engaging in some other form of affectionate physical contact. And if it's someone you're already feeling fond of OR someone you actually can't stand, guess what?

That feeling is doubled!

You may realize this is an unusual feeling, but so what? Trying to ignore it is only going to make it feel stronger and do you really want to make yourselves feel miserable?

Shut up, masochists.

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[voxnozzz]

[ to her gentle lecture, oz considers that saying "you will not know me" is not the best way to start a game like this. even his complete social constipation can acknowledge that.

he keeps that to himself, as his gaze trails to the pillows around them. ]

To an extent.

[ like how he does most things. ]

If you would do as we have been assigned, I will do the same. Only be cautious with the words you choose.

[ it's not that serious. except looks up at brennergate maybe it is ]

[alcoheal]

[He's already told her that much; what would be the difference in hearing it again? What would he say if he knew people were already making that effort and not giving up on that goal?]

Aw, come on, don't half-ass it. [She looks to the rest of the group and the incredibly broad spectrum of secrets that are being shared, each of them getting about the same amount of gravity (except the one we won't talk about).] Except maybe do.

I don't know that I can tell you something equal to what you share. My life may have had its thrills and glamour, but I always strove to be myself.

[voxnozzz]

[ yeah, there sure are things happening around the blanket fort... things oz won't focus on, given his energy is placed on manuela in this moment.

there's no secret shared yet, but oz pauses over what she says as if one had been voiced. slowly: ]

Secrets are the moments and thoughts your heart has deemed fit to keep locked away. How they affect you is unique to you, as Manuela, and no other.

[ strove to be myself. that is the one thing she's said that oz understands instinctually. ]

... So there is nothing to be measured, nor shame if that is the way that you lived.

[ that's all. even if it's not that serious. ]

[alcoheal]

[Well, for once, it's time for this chatterbox to take her time to digest his words and deliver her response slowly, after a moment of letting them sit there as pure sound.]

You know, it might be because they're so rare, but your words are... rare, aren't they? [In the case of her second usage of rare, Manuela means something much different than the first, the way someone might discuss an unusual gem.]

They're really quite remarkable. You say a lot, even if it doesn't always come off that way.

[voxnozzz]

[ ah.

he isn't one to dictate what others should focus on, but that's the direction she takes, is it... oz adjusts his position, as if the novelty of that observation weighs upon him physically. ]

It is unnecessary to praise the truth.

[ baka................ ]

[alcoheal]

[Sigh, but playful(? maybe?).]

Just take the damn compliment, Oz.

[... Probably playful, because she's compelled to lean a little closer and cradle his cheek in her palm, speaking directly to him. There's no pushing the secret sharing because why bother? What's the rush? (Brennergate is the rush.)]

Think of it like a gift.

[voxnozzz]

[ excuse him.

there was something to be said to that playful (?? playful?) phrase, but it's brushed to the side by manuela's touch. oz blinks, something awkward in the way he processes and settles into it, keeping his gaze on her. unflinching and unbending, even through the slight uncertainty. ]

... I am not used to it.

[ in some ways, that is the admission, the secret. that it is still odd to be given things after all this time, in this way. ]