Mun's running out of time.

[protectingwishes]

Mun, I don't wan't to rush you or anything, but there's only four days left until the application process closes again and... you said you'd be done last week.

This is the second time you've rewritten my personality section too. I'm not really that complicated, am I?

I can see you're having trouble organising your thoughts so maybe it's time you asked your friends to assist you? I know they'd be glad to help.

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[dreamchasing]

[ twitch. twitch. ]

Oh, she was. I talked to her about doing things like that, and she says she won't talk about it anymore.

[ At least, Cheria hopes not. ]

[protectingwishes]

What is a peach butt anyway? I wonder where she learned that.

[dreamchasing]

[ TWITCHING FOREVER. ]

I don't know what made her think of it, but I really hope she doesn't talk about it anymore ...

[protectingwishes]

Why not? Peach butts doesn't sound very offensive.

[Yeah he's thinking about the bottom of peaches now.]

[dreamchasing]

... Sophie says that peaches look like butts.

My butt, in particular.

[ GOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING ]

[protectingwishes]

Well I guess they kind of do-

[Wait that came out wrong.]

I mean they look like butts! Not like your butt because I've never seen your butt. Well I have, just not like-

[Shut up Asbel!!!]

[dreamchasing]

[ there is TWITCHING. lots of it. and fists are clenching at her sides ... and then she stomps her foot angrily. ]

Asbel, just shut up! You are just so ... so un-believeable sometimes! Augh!

[ MIGHT BE STOMPING AWAY NOW. CATCH HER, ASBEL. ]

[protectingwishes]

Ch-Cheria wait! I didn't mean it like that!

[He reaches out for her hand to stop her retreat.]

[dreamchasing]

[ aaaand she's freezing the moment he takes her hand. She wants to say something, anything, and just keep walking off, but ... it's Asbel. And he's got her hand. ]

[protectingwishes]

[He doesn't let go even after she stops.]

I'm sorry, Cheria. I didn't mean to offend you.

[dreamchasing]

[ O-Oh, he's ... holding her hand still. And an apology ... Cheria looks at the ground, a blush on her cheeks. Her hand slowly moves to grasp his in return and entwine their fingers. She couldn't stay mad at him ... She never could, it seemed. He always found some way to undo whatever she was miffed at him about. ]

... I'm sorry, too. For getting angry.

[ He really didn't do anything, did he? Asbel was far too oblivious to really be looking at her in such a way, anyway. ]