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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

Comments

[divasterous]

Just this.

Though we could probably get off the ground.

[ribblerouser]

Okay. Where to?

[divasterous]

Let's go to our room. I want to get changed.

[ribblerouser]

Okay. Is this how old you are when we're friends normally?

[divasterous]

[he nods]

This is . . . "normal."

[ribblerouser]

You're very beautiful.

[divasterous]

. . .

[////]

O-oh. T-thank you.

[ribblerouser]

[carefully takes his hand]

Please be careful. Come this way.

[divasterous]

[oh. following along obediently]

[ribblerouser]

[carefully leading him back toward the apartment, keeping a worried eye on him]

[divasterous]

[gives him a shaky smile]

Sweetheart, I'm alright.

[ribblerouser]

Are you?

[divasterous]

[squeezes his hand]

I am, I promise.

[ribblerouser]

If you're promising me, you won't lie?

[divasterous]

[his expression sobers, the smile dropping off it. it goes totally blank for a moment, before he manages a faint smile, brows creased]

I won't lie to you.

[ribblerouser]

[squeezes his hand and presses the elevator button. Leans real close to Vasily while they're in it]

[divasterous]

[bends over and presses his face into Mikk's hair, huffing gently]

[ribblerouser]

[lets out a startled squeak]

What??

[divasterous]

You're being very sweet to me. It's helping a lot.

[ribblerouser]

Aren't we friends?

[divasterous]

The best of friends.

[ribblerouser]

[suddenly blushes, looking at him again]

...

[divasterous]

What? You are.

[ribblerouser]

What's it like?

[divasterous]

[leads the way into the apartment]

What's what like?