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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[hearthwarming]

Yes! I knew you would be up for it. A drink, a secret, and then...

[ Glancing at his long hair... ]

I'm going to braid your hair. All right?

[ She presses the drink into his hand so she can pour another one for herself. ]

[cosmoid]

[ casts a look back at his hair which goes past his knees. ]

Hmm, the opportunity to occupy a large portion of your time...what a difficult choice. [ with his free hand he waves her on, corner of his lips curled upward, douzo. ]

[hearthwarming]

Hah. You flirt!

[ tone indicator affectionate...?

But whew, PAST HIS KNEES... BUDDY!! She is not going to back down from this challenge, though there is the another challenge to contend with first. ]

Let's see. I feel like you already know an awful lot about me, so maybe... something a little... darker?

[ Her turn to wave him towards her. Come here so she can whisper into his ear. ]

[cosmoid]

[ it's also pretty fluffy... not "has never seen a comb in his life bad" but "constantly flops down and lays on his own hair and only brushes it every other day" bad.

he just smirks though. ]

It'd be a terrible sin for a vassal of a God to lie. [ leaning in. secret time...! ]

[hearthwarming]

[ She lifts her hand to the side of his face, to cup his ear, though she takes a moment to hum thoughtfully, as she comes to a decision on what to tell him about, exactly, before she leans in and whispers: ]

I made a deal with a devil, once. Something in exchange for information that my friends and I needed.

[cosmoid]

[ wow, hum into his ear like that on this of all weeks. uroko closes his eyes and not so sneakily wraps an arm around her waist.

he murmurs back quietly, low enough for no one else to hear. ]

Do you regret it?

[hearthwarming]

[ Though her secret's been given, and her hand falls away, she doesn't do anything to correct their closeness. Instead, she rests her chin on his shoulder. ]

No. I did what we had to... The others were afraid of making a deal, but... My blood is already cursed with this fiendish heritage, so... it made sense, for it to be me.

[cosmoid]

To move forward even when others cannot—that is another reason I like you.

[ he's not really whispering anymore, but perhaps he can be forgiven in this instance. ]