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[help_wanted]

WHAT in person
WHERE everywhere
WHEN day 101

[ Sooo, all around there are MIRRORS. Large full length mirrors, small handhelds hanging from ribbon from tree branches, whatever. Some of them are just normal mirrors, hope you like your reflection.

But some of the ones with green frames show you as a child (or "younger"). Some with red frames show an ugly truth or fear about you (imagine, if you have an anger problem, shows you super angry, or if you're afraid of disappearing your reflection will be transparent, whatever something metaphor-like yanno) and those with pink frames reflect not you, but someone you love. Ha ha. ]

Comments

[ribblerouser]

I'm seeing all kinds of things in everyone's different mirrors, and my sensory processing is just going wild.

[that's not a lie]

[divasterous]

Oh, right. Let's go somewhere quiet?

[ribblerouser]

Sounds nice.

[divasterous]

Anything in mind?

[ribblerouser]

No preference, just away from the mirrors if you don't want me looking everywhere at once.

[divasterous]

And if I just want you to look at me?

[ribblerouser]

We know a few places good for that?

[divasterous]

Hmm, do you want to look at a ceiling for a while?

[ribblerouser]

[bursts out laughing]

[divasterous]

[an exaggerated whisper]

Does he think I'm not serious?

[ribblerouser]

[a whisper from your other side] He might, he is laughing.

[divasterous]

[squeaks, jumping sideways into Mikk]

[ribblerouser]

[catches him] Easy there.

[divasterous]

—!! I was teased!

[ribblerouser]

Me? Tease you?

[divasterous]

You! Tease me! Absolutely.

[ribblerouser]

You caught me, Vasily~.

[divasterous]

Should I punish you?

[pinching his cheek lightly]

[ribblerouser]

[for a moment his expression flickers]

[ribblerouser]

—Well, what does that entail?

[divasterous]

[sucks in a breath]

. . . nothing . . .

[ribblerouser]

[sweeps Vasily around in a circle] Perhaps you'll have me kneel in front of you?

[divasterous]

That's—not necessary . . .

[ribblerouser]

I'm all right, Vasily.

[divasterous]

. . .

[just touches Mikk's cheek with his fingertips]

I love you.