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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

[curatorrid]

[...finishes his tea, staring down into the cup]

[turnonmycharm]

. . . sorry.

[curatorrid]

N-no, I'm... grate...ful? I think, ah...

[turnonmycharm]

This situation isn't easy.

[curatorrid]

T...this must be, ah, hard for you. I'm...sorry.

[turnonmycharm]

I wasn't thinking about it being hard for me.

[curatorrid]

N-nevertheless, it must?

[shifts in his seat]

[turnonmycharm]

I mean, some things are a little hard, but the situation isn't difficult.

[lewd]

[curatorrid]

[f-flushes] Well... er, that's, a. Problem?? Or... not, I suppose.

[turnonmycharm]

Listen, do you want a blowjob?

[curatorrid]

[chokes. On nothing. Bc he's finished his tea]

[turnonmycharm]

. . . I'll go get you a glass of water. If it's a "no," just leave before I'm back.

[curatorrid]

[p-puts his head in his hands.

But doesn't leave]

[turnonmycharm]

[sets the water down carefully when he comes back]

Breathe. And drink. Not at the same time.

[curatorrid]

[muffled] I don't know anything about you.

[turnonmycharm]

I know. You will one day.

[curatorrid]

Y-yes but you're offering me—r-right now—

[turnonmycharm]

Yeah. Whatever you want.

[curatorrid]

J-just tell me... something. A-about, ah, yourself.

[turnonmycharm]

Let's go for a walk, and we'll chat, sure.

[curatorrid]

[gets up, head ducked but smiling a little. Which is new.]

[turnonmycharm]

[oh, good]

[heading outside with him, head tilted back as he inhales. a lovely summer day!]

About me . . . well, the "demon from hell" part has been covered. Though, honestly, I've been playing hooky from hell more than I've been there.

[curatorrid]

I-is that. Allowed?

[turnonmycharm]

[he laughs]

It was not allowed, no.

[curatorrid]

I-I guess it's, uh, fine if you don't, er, get caught?