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[awakenerd]

Who: anyone
When: day 57, afternoon
Where: anywhere it's a mingle

[This is a mingle but there is a comment in a Chain Chat to the whole train!]

Rean: A while ago some of us were discussing a festival where every team puts on a production, game, booth, whatever, maybe based around team bonds or interests.

What do people think? Maybe it's a good time to to talk about it again?

[Feel free to discuss with each other! Or just mingle as usual.]

Comments

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[overworker]

Well, I can say I didn't see that coming.

[Goodness, she's even more red than she was before. How is she supposed to deal with someone as pretty as 80H actually kissing her back?????????]

[voreaciously]

Then it is my victory, then. Always anticipate counter-strikes from your enemies.

[overworker]

There are so many things wrong with that sentence I don't even know where to start.

[She giggles though.]

Either way, I think getting you to kiss me makes me the winner.

[voreaciously]

It is a perfectly valid and correct sentence. [it is because she says so.

so there.]

You kissed me first, I only countered it.

[hm now that she's had time to think about it.]

I apologise if it made you uncomfortable.

[she was just super competitive and the heat of the moment.]

[overworker]

[Um. Not how that works!!]

It certainly surprised me.

[...]

However... I didn't dislike it at all. Quite the opposite...

[Flustered or not, she has to be honest.]

It felt. Really nice.

[voreaciously]

[sure it does



because she says so]

Oh, I see.

[well, that's unexpected. but towa isn't crow, she should not push herself onto someone so wholesome.]

I am glad, then.

[overworker]

[Towa’s certain that it was just 80H messing with her as revenge. She’s okay with that.

But it does make an old wound ache a little. Alongside a longing that she’s always pushed down.

She’s not the kind of girl people want.

Or so she tells herself.]

For a lot of reasons... it means a lot to me that at least for a few seconds, you thought of me a little.

[voreaciously]

I am certain that you are used to such things, however.

[obviously everyone wants towa, because she's v desirable.]

[overworker]

[Oh 80H you sweet fool.]

Nooot exactly. I don’t... have much luck with those kinds of things.

There are a few people that I like but— I’ve never expected them to notice me. As long as I can support them, it’s enough... right?

[There is more than a little loneliness in those words, and a resignation in her eyes.]

Well... I tried telling someone how I felt... just once. It... well, he’s very happy with someone else and I’m very happy for them. So... it’s probably better this way.

[voreaciously]

[TOWA'S THE FOOL!!!]

No, it is not enough and that person is an idiot. But even so, to return to the former point, you are allowed to have something for yourself if you wish it, you cannot give up after the one time.

[overworker]

[Towa blinks and there is a hint of a tear in the corners of her eyes before they’re swept away by her eyelashes.]

...whether you realize it or not, you really are an amazing friend.

[Whether or not she feels like she can really be that selfish for the sake of her own wants and desires, hearing someone say those things on her behalf is really special.]

Who knows. Maybe one day I’ll find someone that’s interested in me some way.

[voreaciously]

[she wants to deny it but both breeze AND randy voices are just like shhh shhhh 80H so she will just....

she cannot bring herself to accept it even so, she is not a friend to anyone, cannot be, so she will not say anything to that.]

I am certain you will. In my estimation, it is overdue, but there is still time.

[overworker]

Sometimes other people can see the things we can’t about ourselves.

[Towa holds the other woman’s hands in her own, giving them a gentle squeeze.]

So... If you believe that then... I’ll do my best to believe it too. Even if I don’t have a lot of faith in myself right now I do trust you.

[voreaciously]

[holy shit towa that's STRAIGHT. so very STRAIGHT.

like a PRETZEL.

anyway 80H is blushing a lot perhaps more than the kiss even actually? wow]

Ahh...I am telling the truth, but you should not trust so easily.

[overworker]

[Sometimes when you’ve been alone for so long, this is all it takes.

And she was told not to give up. Is this flirting? She doesn’t know but— she likes making 80H blush. It’s cute and... it feels nice.

Towa leans in so she can whisper, just between the two of them—]

Well you are my type...

[Remember? Masochist.]

I can’t help it if I want what I can’t have.

[Because 80H could have much better than her. Way better.]

[voreaciously]

E-eh? I am not a good type to have.

[please like love yourself.

but whispering is a weakness of hers and she shudders before she can suppress it, can think to do so]

I mean, you could have me if you wanted, but...

[she could do so much better than her. Obviously.]

[overworker]

Wha—

[She truly hadn’t expected the other woman to even take her seriously. This is her after all. Yet... she did.

There is something quite delightful about seeing that involuntary shudder. It said that at least a part of the other woman really liked the idea. One more really cute weakness to remember.

80H says she can. She wants to...

If 80H is okay with her, then—]

I think you’re perfectly wonderful. And if someone like me is good enough...

[Let her have this. She lowers her voice again, with a hint of desire that she hadn’t allowed herself to convey before.]

I want you.

[voreaciously]

Ah...

[oh dear, she wants her too, that is the least of the issues here, however. that much was never in question, but--]

Are you certain? [her voice is low and breathy]

Make no mistake, you could do so much better than me and I would hate to...

[overworker]

[That voice sends a pleasant shiver down her spine.]

No one else has ever told me that they want me before. If they want me— they can come get me themselves.

[She won’t lie and say that she’s not weak. It’s not wise, perhaps, but for her being wanted is enough. Not just enough... she craves it.]

I’m certain. I want this. More than anything.

[voreaciously]

Very well. Lead the way.

[overworker]

Understood.

[Did you want her to hold your hand the whole way to her bedroom in Thyme's carriage?

...no?

Too bad.

It lacks many personal items. You'd hardly know that Towa in particular lived here-- aside from the orbal gun and a rather large collection of handwritten notebooks (and a small stepladder to reach the higher shelves). She does, however, keep it very neat and tidy.]

[voreaciously]

[holy shit 80H is murdered the whole way. she starts to say that holding hands isn't necessary only to fumble and stop short.]

NSFW

[overworker]

[At least at the time they arrive, she releases her hand to close the door. Her heart is beating like crazy in her chest-- it doesn't feel like this could be possibly happening.

Maybe she should have pinched herself earlier.

Instead, she turns her back to the door and lifts herself on her toes to kiss 80H properly on the lips, allowing her body to lean into hers. For all of the things that 80H says, she is soft and warm, just as Towa imagined she would be.]

[voreaciously]

[It almost does not seem right to be doing this, a thought she comes to as she wonders if the other woman's ever done this before. She would rather her be with someone else, someone better, especially since 80H does not intend to be fair about this, if she can help it.

No. Not at all.

Even knowing what it is they're about to do, the kiss takes her by surprise, though it only lasts a moment before she's gently, but eagerly returning it, leaning down to meet her the rest of the way. Her lips work against them, softly, thoroughly, a hand loosely wrapping itself around Towa's waist, the other brushing her cheek back with her thumb. It is slow, but intense; she has every intention of devouring her, but will be polite enough to ask. Maybe.]

[overworker]

[Perhaps, in some capacity, Towa knows this isn't one of the more rational decisions she's made. It's driven by feelings-- loneliness, longing, and no small amount of attraction.

She's easily swept away by the hand on her waist and the hand on her face. The kiss is soft and yet quickly heated, with a quiet intensity. It feels fitting of someone as reserved and lovely as 80H. For having asked her, she still manages to be surprised that someone is here, touching her this way.

If it all feels this good, she wants to be devoured.]