WEEK THREE MINGLE

[potatomance]

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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[hnl]

[Well, he's just a normie, so he can't do anything about that. Her hand clenches quite firmly around his throat, and squeezes hard enough to restrict most of his airflow.

Most of it.

His own hand comes up to grasp at her wrist, for what good it does -- nothing at all, beyond mere instinctive response. And so much of what she tells him truly means nothing; Cloud Retainer? Mighty adeptus? Something more than what she's pretended to be with him, someone who's created great and fascinating things. That much, he can conclude.

What a shame it's had to come to this, then.

Brenner, despite the upped heart rate and the squeeze around his throat which makes each word a strain, still manages a frustrating tilt to his mouth.]

If you do manage to traverse the veil between worlds, then please. Pay a visit, let me pick your mind on the matter. I'd be happy to see an old friend.

[mechanideptus]

[ The sheer, brazen impudence of his response only makes her that much angrier. She releases him and throws him down to the ground, if only to stop herself from snapping his neck. ]

One is no friend of yours.

[ She's fucking done with this. With a slight whirl of wind, she transforms into a cyan-colored spectral crane and flies out of the blanket fort altogether. ]

[hnl]

[Well, it's a good thing that this is a blanket fort!! Brenner is indeed thrown to the ground like he's little more than refuse, but his fall is broken by all the cozy blankets and pillows.

In which case, he's just left looking up at her depart in a whorl of breeze as his lungs find air again, his mind not quite registering what's happened until she's long departed.

As a... bird? Crane?? What the fuck.]