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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

[conflictoftwinterest]

Nonsense I'm... I'm completely objective.

[hiswifeahorse]

Is that so?

[conflictoftwinterest]

No, I can't even begin to say that. But I think it must be true regardless.

[hiswifeahorse]

[kisses Tylendel's temple]

Let's get you fed.

[conflictoftwinterest]

I would love that, love! [latches onto him]

[hiswifeahorse]

[looks kind of spooked for a moment before it smooths out into a smile]

Follow me, then.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[Yes I should have definitely just hidden! Well I've ruined it anyway. Sticks two fingers in Vanyel's back pocket]

[hiswifeahorse]

[!?!]

'Lendel!

[conflictoftwinterest]

Oh I'm sorry...!

[undoes that]

[hiswifeahorse]

N-not in public, at least.

[conflictoftwinterest]

These pants are a scandalous thing. Offering the perfect place to rest a hand when you've an arm around someone.

[hiswifeahorse]

What did you want to—eat?

[conflictoftwinterest]

[OH WOW HOW DO I NOT INNUENDO. do your best he's overwhelmed, 'Lendel]

Just...something interesting?

[hiswifeahorse]

There aren't—enough interesting things already?

[conflictoftwinterest]

Oh there are! And believe me, I want to put them in my mouth too, but, ah...

[hiswifeahorse]

. . .

[goes...... red.............der..........]

[conflictoftwinterest]

But if I'm going to eat food in this unlikely scenario, I want to explore, you know? I imagine it won't be me dealing with the possible indigestion...

[hiswifeahorse]

That's rude, 'Lendel.

[conflictoftwinterest]

You're right, of course. Let's have plain bread instead.

[hiswifeahorse]

[looks mildly exasperated but fond, leading the way to a little pasta restaurant]

[conflictoftwinterest]

[just looking around with interest as they go; it's only his second time in a place like this, after all]

[hiswifeahorse]

[leads 'Lendel to a table, pulling the chair out for him]

After you.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Oh! [he's actually quite flustered, that's totally new for him]

[hiswifeahorse]

[leans in slightly, murmuring next to his ear]

Order whatever you'd like. My treat.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[sits up straighter, blushing deeply]

I'm not sure if you remember, but your finances might regret that.