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[beanstalk]

I am not going to a sex game!

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[weightofthesky]

[outofthemud]

Tell me if that works.

[beanstalk]

—Lena-

[ohgod. He can't even.]

....Don't make that face.

1/2

[weightofthesky]

[myownpath]

 

[beanstalk]

I'd rather yell at my mun some more.

[beanstalk]

2/2

[weightofthesky]

Say it's ugly and puffy because I've been crying and I'm going to punch you.

[But no, seriously?










--seriously?

(This is mortifying.)]

[outofthemud]

So you're going. [Been there, done that.]

[beanstalk]

[—-SILENCE.













But he's thinking it.]

[weightofthesky]

[He can think it all he wants. Say it out loud, though, and you're walking out of here with a black eye and bloody nose.










But have a smile, anyway.]

It isn't too bad there, though. Not like some of the places my mun has looked at, at least.

[beanstalk]

...







Unfortunately.

I'd rather stick to the damn ghosts and zombies than deal with- [GESTURES.] That.

[myownpath]

[As grateful as he is to see you're really alive...]

[...]






Do something about this. [HE WILL NOT BE STUCK WITH YOU IN SEXLAND, ALRIGHT.]

[beanstalk]

It's still disturbing.

[outofthemud]

You get used to it. [Ev...entually.]

[beanstalk]

I'm trying. [But unfortunately it looks like they'll be stuck together.



In SEXLAND.]

[weightofthesky]

Maybe a little... [Please don't notice the way she runs her foot along the back of her calf, as if the top of her ankle itches.] ... but it could be a lot worse.

You'll have your own apartment.

[myownpath]

[...]

[NO.]

Try harder!

[beanstalk]

............ How.

[Wait.]








--No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.

[setalight]

...Really?

[beanstalk]

... [Pauses, briefly. He sees it - it's hard for him to miss something, after all - he doesn't say anything.]

How long have you been there?

[churchninja]

How unfortunate...

[For everybody else there.]

[beanstalk]

[TOO BAD!









Just hope they never have to... do it.]

What do you think I'm doing, beansprout?!

[beanstalk]

...That's what it's starting to look like.

[weightofthesky]

[Of course he doesn't. Doesn't mean she won't still be furtive about it. The anklets are gone, after all. And it makes her more than a little self-conscious.]

Ah, since... just before Christmas. [Smoothing the front of her coat down.] But something strange happened right after, and we all woke up again in January.




Maybe it's a little easier to just say January.