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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]

[tries to nip at that]

[ribblerouser]

[pulls him in for a kiss]

[divasterous]

Mmh—

[laughing a little, burying his hands in Mikk's hair and kissing back enthusiastically]

[ribblerouser]

[smiles into the kiss, relaxing tangibly]

[divasterous]

[murmuring against his mouth]

You know, I think I fell even more in love with you?

[ribblerouser]

Oh, same! Absolutely. I had the biggest crush on Fiero.

[divasterous]

[—lets out a delighted laugh]

Oh no!

[ribblerouser]

For real!

[divasterous]

That's really cute. You were really cute.

[ribblerouser]

I was extremely messed up, but thank you.

[divasterous]

I mean. Yes. Fiero could pick up on that, even.

[ribblerouser]

I mean, he seemed very observant.

[divasterous]

Would one need to be?

[ribblerouser]

Most people seemed to miss it. [flops across him, gazing up]

[divasterous]

Ah. I'm sorry.

[staring back down at him, bowing his head and running his fingertips very gently down Mikk's cheek]

[ribblerouser]

It's all right. I'm happy now and here with you.

[divasterous]

You are.

[touches his lips lightly]

Oh. I'm so smitten. It's ridiculous.

[ribblerouser]

I am too. [reaches up to touch his face] Maybe it's strange to say, but I had a really good time with you.

[divasterous]

. . . me too. Like no matter when we meet—we're just in sync.

[ribblerouser]

I feel safe saying we're pretty suited for each other.

[divasterous]

Um.

[gazing at him]

. . . I—. . . I really—

[ribblerouser]

Hm...?

[divasterous]

[strokes his fingers through his hair]

I don't know what the future looks like for us.

[ribblerouser]

Does anyone?

[divasterous]

No, but I mean—i feel like. I've talked about it . . . a bit more with Steve. Than I have with you.