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We talked of the instructional packets over breakfast just the other day, but I'm afraid I've no desire for the games. I'm not sure about Lily, however.
oh it's your decision and i respect that but uhm sorry if this is really pushy... but could you do the simple tasks at least? the ones you're comfortable with! just for.. a few points...
[Even if the rest of the list for today was absurd--Jiminy Crickets! She wasn't about to draw a smiley face on a stranger. Or worse, wreck someone else's car!--there was one harmless thing on there.]
[So, sometime after dinner, when they're alone, she'll come up behind him and lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek. That counts as kissing a friend, right?]
[It's a quiet dinner; at Makoto's request, Lezard had decided to act in the name of the Pink Team within reason. So when she slips in behind him and kisses his cheek, he's brought to a pause before chuckling quietly.]
Just a few. The rest of the list was too outrageous. [She shook her head.] I reckon I've done some questionable things during cases but it's worrying that dang Landlord is encouraging such delinquent behavior.
[The name catches D's attention in the list of contacts for being the French for lizard and he's pretty sure he hasn't spoken to the man before, making him a suitable candidate for a stranger to send a random picture to. He's not the most familiar with these mobile phones but he manages to figure out how to send this somehow. There's no message, simply a picture...]
[Chain texts? What are those? Being from the mid-1990s, he's not that familiar with texting in general.]
My apologies for the abrupt message. I was told to send a random picture or question to a stranger and your name simply caught my interest. I am known as Count D and I ran a pet shop in my own world, selling all types of exotic animals.
[Land sakes! Lily had felt like the witch in Hansel and Gretel when she woke up that morning to find that she was literally living in a gingerbread house. The front door appeared to be fused together from hundreds of butterscotch candies, her garden now consisted of marshmallow plants, and the car had enormous Lifesavers instead of tires. Not only that, the whole town seemed to be affected and she'd dodged falling bars of chocolate on her way to work, not quite trusting the car in its altered state.]
[But there had been another problem when she was on her way home at the end of the day. When she was halfway between the shop and house, the rain had turned to liquid chocolate with drops of the sweet substance coating her hair and splashing over her vintage dress. Although she hurried home as quickly as she could without slipping on the chocolate slicked streets, she reckoned she looked like she'd taken a tumble into a mud puddle. With a sigh, she let herself into the house, dripping chocolate onto the gingerbread floor tiles.]
[Although she brightened when she recalled a certain incident not long after Lezard arrived. Maybe she could have her revenge for that time... So, she moved through the house looking for the mage, hoping to sneak up on him from behind and wrap her sticky arms around him...]
[He'd been busy grading a small quiz from his students all afternoon, and today he decided to take a well-earned stretch. It was Sunday, certainly, but a teacher's work is never done it seemed...
...But he'd been so distracted that he did not hear the light footsteps of the witch arriving home. It was harder to tell when your house was a baked good... a delicious-smelling baked good, but still a baked good.
Slender arms wound around his middle and he froze, wondering how on earth he'd been caught off guard. But what followed was the overwhelming scent of chocolate. When he looked down, saw cocoa-sodden arms, his entire body went stiff and his face was unmasked horror. THE STAAAAAAAINS]
[She was teasing but from the way he froze and exclaimed, she didn't really expect it. And especially not from what she saw of his profile as she peeked around his shoulder, her chocolatey hair leaving more stains on his sleeves. She had to stifle a giggle at his dismay. Now he would know what it was like the time he came home covered in mud and proceeded to give her a hug.]
And no it's not. I reckon chocolate is better than mud anyway even if I'd rather eat it than have it come raining down on me.
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my name is makoto tachibana!
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i'm alright thanks
will you be participating in the games??
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it's your decision and i respect that but uhm
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[So, sometime after dinner, when they're alone, she'll come up behind him and lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek. That counts as kissing a friend, right?]
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You've earned some points today, I presume.
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Regardless, 'tis a pleasure that you've chosen me for such a task.
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But I find myself curious. Have you ever stood on your head?
extra sorry, late for life; feel free to ignore!
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I will certainly take pictures like these over those blasted 'chain texts'. Thank you, whoever you may be.
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My apologies for the abrupt message. I was told to send a random picture or question to a stranger and your name simply caught my interest. I am known as Count D and I ran a pet shop in my own world, selling all types of exotic animals.
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I am Lezard Valeth, an alchemist. Where did you find the subject of your picture, if I may ask?
[Voice] And I forgot that there's no internet in game so he'd have to have found it elsewhere...
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[But there had been another problem when she was on her way home at the end of the day. When she was halfway between the shop and house, the rain had turned to liquid chocolate with drops of the sweet substance coating her hair and splashing over her vintage dress. Although she hurried home as quickly as she could without slipping on the chocolate slicked streets, she reckoned she looked like she'd taken a tumble into a mud puddle. With a sigh, she let herself into the house, dripping chocolate onto the gingerbread floor tiles.]
[Although she brightened when she recalled a certain incident not long after Lezard arrived. Maybe she could have her revenge for that time... So, she moved through the house looking for the mage, hoping to sneak up on him from behind and wrap her sticky arms around him...]
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...But he'd been so distracted that he did not hear the light footsteps of the witch arriving home. It was harder to tell when your house was a baked good... a delicious-smelling baked good, but still a baked good.
Slender arms wound around his middle and he froze, wondering how on earth he'd been caught off guard. But what followed was the overwhelming scent of chocolate. When he looked down, saw cocoa-sodden arms, his entire body went stiff and his face was unmasked horror. THE STAAAAAAAINS]
That... is not mud, is it!?
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[She was teasing but from the way he froze and exclaimed, she didn't really expect it. And especially not from what she saw of his profile as she peeked around his shoulder, her chocolatey hair leaving more stains on his sleeves. She had to stifle a giggle at his dismay. Now he would know what it was like the time he came home covered in mud and proceeded to give her a hug.]
And no it's not. I reckon chocolate is better than mud anyway even if I'd rather eat it than have it come raining down on me.
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[But his voice was NOT even. He is trying his best not to shriek and lose the little bit of respect he'd managed to earn.]
I'd- I'd done so well to avoid the rain of candy...! It washes out, correct?
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