WEEK FOUR MINGLE

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ᯓ⭐ WEEK FOUR MINGLE

Heya, lovebirds! You're entering the final week and things sure are... great.

Right?

Well, whether you're feeling great or not, you're going to find yourself looking your best in formal wear this week! Suits, gorgeous dresses, fabulously outlandish outfits, you name it, you're stuck in it. No sweatpants or lab coats for anyone this week. We have standards.

And we also believe in telling the truth, one way or another!

That's right, if you're asked a question, any question at all, no matter how innocent or dire, you are compelled to speak your most truthful answer. It could be who you think is the hottest in the castle. It could be your opinion on orange juice. Whatever it is, there is no longer a brain-to-mouth filter in place!

And maybe you'll figure that out and all decide to be merciful, but Riri will be popping up every now and then. And Riri? Riri will not be merciful.

Except for one thing, and that's a note in the main room that states simply: You all suck at this, so this week, our good ol' lesbian duo can now speak normally. You're welcome. ♥

FAQ ⭐ Truth Booth Voting ⭐ Mysterious Thing ⭐ Sex Dungeon ⭐ Perfect Match Voting

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[voxnozzz]

[ DESSTIINYYY IS CALLINGGG MEEE ]

I see.

[ oz wonders if that is, again, a question he should've asked. he takes it in regardless. "everyone wants to be wanted." where did the distinction between exhausting and almost welcome begin for that particular sentiment? in this context, he has no idea about it at all. not that it was entirely clear in a different view, either.

would it not be easier to not be chosen, to not be wanted? he's not so sure about that anymore.

he opens his eyes to look at her, then gaze at the bottle. ]

I will attempt to speak in a way that will not coax words out of your heart.

[ he's not sure if that's how she would've responded without their condition. he, at the very least, still finds himself overly cautious, even if he is honest enough when people ask the correct questions regardless of stop being a baby bitch truth curses. ]

... And I will not follow the guidance of the bottle for this moment. You would prefer to be chosen — I would prefer to choose. If you are against this, you may tell me now.

[ spoilers: oz does not know how to have a little fun. ]

[alcoheal]

[It's another one of those little, surprisingly considerate things that keep catching her off guard about the way he speaks so carefully.]

Ah... You're so unfair.

[Oz might have gone out of his way to avoid asking any dangerous questions and leading her into those pitfalls, but the way he's done it just has her feeling more vulnerable and honest than she did before. Why do the strangest and most unexpected people in this house keep making her feel like a shy and ineffectual teenager? Seriously...she lowers her head, chuckling, heart beating hard.]

I'm not against it. I think we could make it fun.

[voxnozzz]

[ unfair?

he... actually looks a bit confused at that. "fair" and "not fair" are outside the vocabulary of those from the north, where strength is the only thing that matters. from what he's seen of the nature of those outside that atmosphere, what he's done would at least be considered somewhat fair.

oz- can't ask. he said he would not. ]

... I have not kissed before.

[ okay. he can move on to admitting that, at least, because he has not. he may as well set the expectation down right away. ]

So, tell me what would make that act fun for you. I will make it so.

[ again, oz can't ask. but it ends up being more commanding than the truth curse, which might be what he's more used to anyway. ]

[alcoheal]

[She'll take a page from his book when she replies:] I see.

[Does it surprise her? Should it? It seems like such a long time to go without having anyone share something like that with him, but in the end... she'll never be able to figure out which of the two wizards is more lonely and who's troubled more by his loneliness.

She flushes more, mulling over his stern directions, then stands to lean forward, a hand gently braced on her hip.]

Well, it's times like this when I should be more than happy to take the lead. Instead of telling you what I want, I can show you something if you'd like.

[voxnozzz]

[ something?

oz isn't entirely used to being led, but it makes sense to defer to someone with more experience. or any experience at all. yet there's still a small beat where he considers, having not thought up of the idea himself. following goes against his instinctual nature, but... ]

Yes. That may be a better method.

[ actions work better against wizards like him, important as words are as the basic of magic. he can admit that with a nod, no sense of nerves or hesitation within it. ]

You may show me.

[alcoheal]

[Well, she could ask him to lean down or at least move somewhere more suitable, but instead - maybe because it's like a mini-dip in practice, Manuela climbs up, heels and all, onto one of the nearby seats so she gains several inches on his height. This will not help with his height food with Mithra, unfortunately, but it seems like a cute idea at the time. She stands just over him, one hand on his shoulder and the other just ghosting his jawline, right at the joining of his ear.]

Give closing your eyes a try. [It's probably asking a lot of trust from him, but it will be easier for him to focus on learning. This is educational! Manuela tucks away a piece of hair before trailing her fingertips down his jaw and face, stopping when her thumb can sweep along the dip beneath his lower lip.]

Something like this, I guess, to start with. [She starts the kiss where her hand began and follows its path, moving a little closer, and a little closer still, along the curve of his face and toward his lips.]