Closed TABLE 1 | Sweethearts Tea Party V-Day Event

Warning: Swearing

Nicholas stared blankly at Aurora, his expression a contrast to the feelings that stirred in his core. Confusion and panic threatened to tear apart his insides. Letter for Della? He’d written no such letter to Della. Dating Della? He barely knew the girl outside of broom racing. What kind of sick joke was it to write a letter and sign it with his name. It had happened thrice now, thrice in the same god damned evening. He wanted to scream, he wanted to send his chair across the room without care for where it landed or what anyone felt. But, those emotions, as volatile as they were, were also overly confusing. His brain as it was, rather inept with the handling of gooey and icky subject matter such as feelings, had not yet caught up to his heart.

So he spoke blankly, “Don’t be a fucking idiot.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could even process what he said. Before he could even process what she said. But he’d spoken, and only then did it dawn on him what the situation before him was. She said she liked him. She’d given him a rose. She was crying, so poorly blaming the dust that even Nicholas bloody McCowan could see it for what it was. He’d screwed up. He’d screwed up immensely.

The mask shattered, and his mouth turned into a twisted snarl of anguish. He was angry, not at Aurora, it wasn’t her fault that he’d misinterpreted the entire time in spite of her obvious signs, not at Serena and her terrible advice, not even at Erin and the way that she had toyed with him in the same way that a cat toyed with a mouse. His rage was reserved for himself alone.

And it exploded.

“Fuck!” He roared, getting to his feet, slamming his fists on the table in an impotent attempt to make his feelings more known.

He stared glumly at the chocolates that she’d made him, biting the inside of his lip, the metallic taste of blood that flooded his mouth alerting him to the fact that he’d chewed too hard.

Then, Nicholas reared on Aurora, his voice fervent with the insanity of anger, “I didn’t write that Christ damned letter to Della. I didn’t write any damned letters. I-” He couldn’t bring himself to say anymore, couldn’t bring himself to express what he felt beyond his outburst.

Instead he performed one last pointless gesture of rage, a boyish huff, and stormed off. His destination was set as the ballroom's exit. He was done.

Stats: STA: 12 | EVA: 6 | STR: 8 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 6
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Interacting: @Aurora Ranvier
Mentioning: Erin, Serena
Action: Attempting to leave unless stopped (be it by a participant or mod rules)

Her hair is dark brown

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Mentioning nono

Interacting with @Nicholas McCowan

What he said next took her by surprise, never once she thought he would use that word on her especially after the blatant tearful confession. Was this what she deserved after giving her all for someone who put her on the bottom of the list? She would appreciate a nice explanation, maybe one pat on the back or perhaps one cupcake for an apology, but instead, he made her flinch with both what he did and said. If she had one house point every time he had an anger outburst, she could give those accumulated points to charity for the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. That way their losing rate wouldn’t be this high. But it was just her mental health that slowly deteriorated. And he wouldn’t care. She was tired of letting him get away with it, not today, not anymore. She turned around, probably greeted by his back that slowly got farther. Fear was always in control. Aurora stayed silent for too long, even the bottomless pit couldn’t contain all of hers any longer. “I might have misunderstood, but sometimes I felt like you care for me and you made me so happy, but then the next day you treat me like I’m nothing!” He didn’t care, he never was.

Both arms were hugging her own self, as if she needed shelter. She walked over him, still cry him a river and hopefully would drown him in it. “I tried to be the person that you might like, I don’t fight anymore, I watch my words, I tried to be calmer, and hey, I’m a captain too now, I tried to impress you but I guess nothing that I did was enough”

At this point, there was no need for fabrication. Everyone in the room could probably see how obsessed she was. “Nicholas—” Aurora said in such a haste, “—do you like me as more than a friend?” A no would be his answer, it was the only optimistic thing she had in mind. “J-just spit it out! I’m not gonna ask you again, If you don’t feel the same way as I do, I promise I’ll never bother you again, I’ll leave you alone, just—” They said it’s better to love even when you are lost, but for her it wasn’t. After all, it was all magic until she saw the tricks. “—please” No need for horoscope compatibility, she knew this was a dead end.

Sta - 5 | Eva - 9 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 10 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers

Action No sir, you're not going away Outfit Reducio

SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED!

It seemed that Orion was not finished with his parade of roses just yet, because as the next song started a batch of fresh roses started to descend from the ceiling. This time the roses were white, blending in with the decor but still different enough for the first batch. The roses would glide downwards land only at the tables that had not received any of the first batches; 1, 5, 6, 7, 9, 12, 14, and 16. Having already received their roses, tables 2, 3, 4, 8, 10, 11, 13, and 15 were now perhaps a bit less confused and could submit their requests to the harpist. (PLEASE NOTE THAT IF YOUR TABLE HAS RECEIVED A ROSE YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO REQUEST A SONG OR SPOTLIGHT THIS ROUND).

@Erin Ryan would discover that she was one of the individuals selected. Despite the fact that she was still standing, the rose would fall directly onto her head. @Opeila Winters would also discover a rose hand landed in front of her. If either were to pick up the rose, they would discover a small note attached that read the following:

YOU'VE BEEN SELECTED AS ONE OF OUR BACHELORS / BACHELORETTES. THE MUSIC IS ABOUT TO START SO GO FIND AND KISS YOUR VALENTINE! DON'T FORGET TO GIVE THEM THE ROSE!

P.S. For those too shy I will gladly pick for you
-O.L.

The students had a choice to make or risk the chance of a certain French man making the choice for them.

You've received a rose!

Your character has the ability to select one person to give the rose to. This person will be considered their 'valentine'. The OOC purpose for this is to A.) Add even more drama or B.) give characters an opportunity to move tables.

To move tables you must message a mod which table you wish to move to before it is confirmed. Please tell the mod your in character reason for wanting to move to this table. Why? This is to prevent tables from becoming too populated, as this is not the only round we will be doing this.

Keep in mind that once you move tables, you will be unable to return to your original table unless you are given permission to do so!

If you do not pick a 'valentine' by the next mod post, Orion will pick one for you. Trust me, you'll want to pick your own!

CONFESSION AND SONG REQUESTS

Several students decided to take the opportunity to confess their feelings. Just not in the... Erm, traditional way. The spotlight would bob its way over to Erin Ryan, who was just announcing how Nicholas McCowan made her feel... Or something?

"Can't remember saying this but it is probably true," not that she actually believed it but where is the potential fun in that? "As I like my boys a bit plump and you ████ need a bit of meat on your bones I AM JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU, please accept this gift. Also, know I will suck the █████████████ MEANNESS out of anyone that tries to steal you from me." The areas where there were blocked words, well she used her imagination...

The song requests also started to come in...

Anonymous would like to dedicate Space Age Love Song to all the Bachelors and Bachelorettes, go forth and love, you silly kids!

Annie would like to dedicate a song to Serena Towers, Wannabe by the Spice Girls. She adds in, "long time no chat, hope things are going well my friend."

HOW YOU LIKE THESE CUPCAKES?

Although the children had decorated the cupcakes (for the most part) the night prior, Orion had made the cupcakes himself on the night of the 12th. He had put a lot of work into the dozens upon dozens of sweets. Thankfully he was a competent baker after years of crafting late-night pastries. Unfortunately, he was also sleep-deprived, which seemed to be a common problem throughout the night. If anything were to help Orion realize he needed help with his restlessness, it was the Tea Party.

That being said, there was something... Special about a few batches of cupcakes. As the night of the 12th wore on, Orion had become tired and had accidentally used a different ingredient. Amortentia. He had realized his mistake and had gone to toss the batches out, but unfortunately, his sweet tooth got the best of him and he took a quick snack break to munch on some of the sweets the house-elves themselves had made. A common ingredient in their food being a forgetfulness potion. Oh dear, it seemed the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had forgotten all about the cupcakes' secret ingredient.

As @Serena J. Towers bit into her cupcake, she might notice it smelled quite possibly like her favourite thing. She just may find the next person who met her gaze to be rather appealing...

Amortentia Rules
1. Consent is important. Please ask your character's victim new sweetheart if it is okay to have your character become obsessed with them.
2. Seeing your own reflection in a teacup is a valid option.
3. For this round only, the length of the effects of the Amortentia is up to you. Taking a bite after this round means accepting the chance that your character might have received an Amortentia cupcake, and your character will be affected for the entire round.
4. If I have missed your character biting into a cupcake, please let me know. From this point on we are asking that if you eat a cupcake, you place the information on the bottom of your post to make it easier for mods.

Mod correction: As @Nicholas McCowan and @Opeila Winters bit into a cupcake earlier, they will also be under the effects of amortentia.

Hugh frowned at @Serena Towers as she mentioned a codeword to Nicholas. What on earth was their deal? They had codewords? For what? He was about to show Serena his letter and laugh at the @Jake Morris's weak attempt at spreading love on this celebratory event. Though, she was quick to chime in on the conversation and shared, despite the others denying doing the same, that she had in fact made the cupcakes and had come with intent.

So Serena had actually written notes? The part-giant narrowed his eyes and gave his friend a suspicious look. She ought to know better. Maybe she just thought she was being funny, you know, in one of her giggly fits she figured the joke would make sense. Regardless, Hugh would lean back in his chair and focus his attention elsewhere. The scene he was met with then was... just as odd. He swore he could hear some of captain Mop's bones crack under the weight of what was he undeniably had always pictured as @Erin Ryan's physical love.

There was an announcement and Erin was quickly following the professor's suggestion by climbing her chair. Hugh's eyes would give Erin a long and confused stare before his gaze would slowly roll over to where @Nicholas McCowan sat. The giant would be too astonished to laugh at him. Things didn't help when there was an arrival of yet another girl. And unsurprisingly seemed to show affection for captain Mop as well. If he were ever to become a worthless racer, he could just have his entourage's hearts race for him.

Hugh's gaze would bounce between the two lovebirds. The situation was growing more dramatic and more awkward by the second. And Nicholas seemed to be saying all the wrong things at once. Hugh signed over to his captain to stop talking, furiously cutting his metaphorical throat. He heard Serena hiss something about a codeword again. The giant still had no clue what the little girl was on about. Did everyone just lose their minds overnight? "What are you on about?" He hissed at Serena, cutting in on her blank firing of codeword-advice.

Shifting in his chair, the Gryffindor would turn his head to @Opeila Winters. He'd smile to her and see if maybe she was able to offer any semblance of a regular conversation. If that was not the case, there were always the walls to look at in the end. More than enough of those around.

As the interactions at her own table became weird and weirder, Opeila zoned out. Continuing to eat her cupcake, she would observe the other tables, maybe make eye contact with a friend. What did she care about the letters anyway, taking the others' reactions, it all seemed to be a massive prank. What was the logic in writing a letter and making a huge deal pretending that it was not from them. No, Opeila was pretty sure that there was something going on, and that it was all on purpose.

The young Slytherin's distraction didn't last for a long time- suddenly there were roses raining from the ceiling, seemingly randomly distributed. Her own table was spared, thank god, so the third year leaned back and watched some of her classmates struggle with the unexpected task. It was amusing for sure, but Opeila really didn't want to be in their shoes. Love and crushes were not the reason why she had come- which seemed weird, when she thought about it. But the cupcakes were good for sure! Like... really good. As if someone knew exactly her taste.

As she directed her attention back to her table, she met the gaze of her Gryffindor classmate. Quickly she would send him a smile, not sure what she should tell the older boy. It wasn't like they talked... well, like ever. Opeila really didn't know him at all, he was also rather new in her year.
Taking a breath, she just started talking about the first thing that came to her mind. "So um... You used to be a Quidditch player, didn't you? I saw in the last race that you are like... a really good flyer, did you learn it here at Hogwarts or did you already fly before?"
What the hell, Opeila. She was pretty sure that this was not really how one started a normal conversation.

Whatever Hugh's response would be, Opeila would once again be distracted, this time by the next shower of roses. An expression of panic appeared on her face, when she realized, that there was one rose above her, clearly meant for her. With widened eyes she watched it come closer. When it was only a little above her head, her strong wand arm shot up and smacked the flower away in a hectic movement, to the right, towards Hugh.

"There, please you choose, I really don't want to-", she began in a pleading tone, but stopped when she looked at Hugh again. For some strange reason, she felt like she was, for the first time, really looking at the Gryffindor and suddenly she felt very warm inside. How had she never noticed how good looking he was? So tall and... He seemed kind too, didn't he? Immediately she regretted smacking her rose away, giving it up. She should have given it to him, taken this perfect chance.
Instead she sat there, staring at him. Opeila wouldn't return to the original topic. Instead she would, again, blurt out the first thing that came to her mind. "Did you know that you have beautiful hair?"
She barely recognized her own, now dreamy voice.

Had she been in her right mind, even remotely able to process any of what she had just said, she would have been ashamed. Surely she would be later. Despite somehow building up the reputation of a flirt, the young Slytherin in fact had no idea how to do just that.

Nicholas had intended for his exit to be swift, for him to storm out of the ballroom and away from the farce that the tea party had become. Perhaps if he’d listened to the advice of one Hugh Lowe, excluding suggestions as to facial hair, the whole fiasco could have been avoided. As it was, however, everything had become positively shambolic. His teeth ground furiously against each other, threatening to whittle the bone down to nubs as he stomped away, footfalls heavy with rage. Yet that would not stop Aurora’s pleas from coming to his ears, her desperate attempts to understand his feelings. As if he himself was at all capable of doing that. If Nicholas couldn’t understand Nicholas, what hope did Aurora have? And yet she persisted in her pursuit, following the Gryffindor captain as he stalked across the hall, the eagle chasing the lion, tears staining her cheeks as she all but begged for him to explain why he’d done what he’d done.

He turned to face her, and the mere sight of her drawing in on herself only made him feel worse. Vertigo overtook him, the sheer grief of the situation sending not only his head but his body into a tailspin. But he stood steadfast, his brown eyes unable to meet hers. But even as he stared sullenly at a far wall, a trick he had in fact learned from Lowe, he could not help but feel the cracks in his soul deepen with every word.

It was all out there now, the plainly obvious facts that he supposed he’d denied. She had a crush on him, that much was entirely plain. She had said it, she liked him as more than a friend. How had he been so stupid as to misread the signs? She’d asked him as her date to the ball, come to his race with a sign, gotten pouty at the mere sight of him speaking to another girl, it had all been so clear. Maybe he’d been deliberately missing them, as if he were afraid of what were to happen if he actually admitted his feelings to himself for once?

He turned to look at her, finally ready to come to terms with the fact that he did in fact like her. Tumultuous feelings quelled for long enough for courage to take shape.

Then those feelings were corrupted, twisted by a magic that the boy was hitherto unfamiliar with. A disgusting facsimile of his boyish crush grew and grew within his core, the bittersweet revelation of a mutual pining instead flooded by saccharine infatuation. It was as if someone had taken lemonade and matched its flavour and intensity tenfold with artificial sweetener, and that sheer overflow of sweetness bit at his tongue, desperate for some form of release. He was in love, he was absolutely enamoured with Aurora Ranvier, but the chance to grow into that love naturally, for feelings to blossom had been robbed from him. The butterfly had been ripped from its cocoon, unable to fly.

“I love you,” Was the answer he gave to her question. She’d asked if he liked her as more than a friend, and in fact he did, he did and then some, “God dammit, Aurora, I love you.”

Whereas earlier he’d been unable to even look at her, he now found himself unable to look aware, an intensity that was borderline obsessive clouded his eyes. Those same orbs cast an intense glare at her. Granted, glaring at her wasn’t an entirely unusual thing for the boy to do.

Yet, he was not done. He reached to grab for her arm, a desperate attempt to bring the girl closer to him, “Don’t leave me alone. Please,” The words an echo of her own pleas, “I couldn’t live without you.”

And then he did something he’d never thought he’d do, not in a million years, not in a billion. The thought had been forbidden, locked behind a thousand doors in the fortress that was his mind, not to be considered nor discussed.

Nicholas McCowan attempted to kiss Aurora Ranvier, and not on the cheek as she had done to him.

Stats: STA: 12 | EVA: 6 | STR: 8 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 6
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Mentioning: Hugh Lowe
Interacting: @Aurora Ranvier
Action: Attempting to kiss Aurora (On the lips) (YUCK) - Auto-dodge is fine by me if allowed

"I was just trying to help!" She defended her actions to her friend, who seemed to question why she was talking to Nicholas. You know, she just wasn't appreciated enough around here! All she was trying to do was help a friend or uh fellow broom racer (were they even friends? Who knew at this point?). Serena almost jumped as she heard curse words being yelled out, looking down at the cupcake in front of her trying to avoid the entire drama. Perhaps she should help but... it kind of seemed like she was not doing a great job at that. Her gaze fell onto some letters by her cupcake.

She blinked as she read the first one, signed by an "E". Who the hell was that? She frowned for a moment, trying to figure out which of her friends might have sent it but she did not really know many people whose first or last name started with an E.

You are a bright shining star,
You speak with me as you are.
Rising and soaring in the sky,
If only the stars could reply.

-E

She put it to a side. She'd ask around. Maybe- hm, Erin? No no, that's crazy. Erin thought she was some loser crybaby. No way would she have sent her a letter. Taking a large bite of the cupcake, she read the second letter... Almost choking on her cupcake instantly.

Little Serena,

My romantic ambition fiercely pines your tenderness.
The world you see around, so rich with life and beauty,
The moon, as she rises on the horizon,
Her beauty is nothing compared to yours.

Love,
Hugh

Wh- what? Little Serena, romantic ambition, Hugh. Wait what? This was... a joke, right? Of course, it was. Hugh did not actually- write- no way. It was obviously a joke. Or a different Hugh. Not that she knew any other Hughs who'd write to her but it had to be. No no, it was a joke. That made the most sense. She looked up, tugging on the collar of her dress a little awkwardly as she tried to figure out how to ask the part-giant about the letter. What was she supposed to say?!

"Hugh-" She paused, her gaze falling onto him. He... wrote her this letter? She frowned a little. Was she... happy he did? Nervous? Confused? She felt something but she had no idea what it was. She stared at him, wondering what she was supposed to say or do. It wasn't romantic... surely not... Her gaze flickered down to the letter again, catching onto the specific word 'romantic' in it.

She heard another girl speaking to him and a pang of jealousy surged through her. He was good at Quidditch! And broom racing! And he was her best friend! Why was someone else talking to him?! A pout appeared on Serena's face as she looked between Opeila and Hugh, pausing on the latter. Tilting her head up so she could actually see his face, she looked at the hair that was being spoken about, "You know... she's right," Serena said suddenly, pushing her chair back as she stood up. In a matter of moments, she had already climbed onto her chair, stepping onto the table and attempting to become somewhat level with a sitting down Hugh. He was almost double her height, so his hair was not exactly something she had really noticed before now.

If he did not move, she would attempt to get level with him and reach out to touch his hair. She wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked. Her gaze would fall onto his face, "You know... your face is a lot cuter than your knees..." She continued as she gazed upon his face, tilting her head a little as she stared at him dreamily.

"I uh, I like your letter, by the way. It's... sweet. I didn't know you could write poetry," She whispered softly, still gazing at him. Perhaps she ought to have done a confession song to him! That would have been great! They could declare their mutual love in song. How romantic!

Twisting her index finger into the ends of her hair as she played with it, she continued, a soft giggle escaping her, "Soooo..." She blushed slightly as she spoke, unsure of what else to do. He obviously liked her, she had a letter to prove it! And she thought he was really cute, super cute, like madly cute. How had she not noticed this before? How had she not felt this way before?!? Move aside Howard White. Any feelings she had for him paled in comparison to how she felt about Hugh right now. Hugh was everything.

Outfit of the Day

Rolled for Results: Who she saw first - 1, Hugh. (Because Tatsu hates me. Obtained OOC permission after the roll)
Disclaimer: Letters (in quotes) are obviously not mine. Taken from the starter, put here for ease.

Thud.

It was the sound of death. The rhythmic beat, like a march. Nicholas' head was bouncing off the surface of the table. Irksome and irrelevant, the teen's dignity demanded a reaction, a denial, a dismissal of the older girl's claims. His face a novel hue of crimson, burning ears to match. His pain envious really, his shame she would not share so she would relish his. Feel the creeping sense of entropy hollow him from the inside.

She would have to vicariously experience this strange shriveling sense, she was not able to feel the shame of her audacious act. She did not care what others thought of her, how they saw her, and she did not aspire to improve her social ranking. Where Nicholas would experience this impulse to dig and to bury himself, Erin would feel nothing but envy.

Satisfied, at least partially. Her voracious hunger for sentiment, true sentiment knew no bounds. The girl would shamelessly hop off the chair, intent on delivering the finishing blow and break the barely teenage boy thoroughly. Yet there was something unanticipated, some girl that Erin thought she might have seen before. She could not put her finger on exactly where, but her countenance seemed to be pulled downward. Gloomy, dreary, the girl was like some Asian horror trope with her hair pulled away from her face had fallen into a vat of glitter. A somber sadness seemed to waft off her like a thick, choking miasma.

Odd to say the least.

Sadness, why?

Sadness to do with Nicholas. Not that she had interceded, the exchange was far too fascinating to attempt to beech or broker. The pain a near intoxicating scent. Erin took a seat, crossing one leg over the other as she bore witness to the end of something that never was. She was not capable of feeling guilt but she understood the part she played. Not that it was her fault, the boy was at a Valentines Day gathering for fuck sake. She had opportunities to confess and he had plenty of moments to reject her before now, perhaps he had.

Perhaps she should peel the leech off her Valentines neighbor. He was hers to annoy.

He stormed off, or at least he tried to. A rose bonked the girl on her head and fell to the floor. A cliché, and a bit more work than it was worth. Calories, cringy décor, and pairing children with little to no interest in one another alongside one another for the sake of what? Procreation? Love was not going to form from this strange and trivial festival, this mating ritual that was far too complex to effectively navigate.

As she held the rose, the thorny plant that was coveted oddly enough by lovers she would look about. She had no interest, romantically in any case, with anyone. Yet she seemed to be a minority as the presence of these roses raining down on them meant it was time to attack. Serena started giggling and she was looking at Hugh weird. Nicholas had stopped in his tracks and he was...

No this cannot be right, the boy has a stick so far up his ass he was coughing up splinters.

Hugh was being flanked by both Serena and Opeila actually. The bloody hell?

She did not feel it, that sickly sweet aroma of love. No, love does not display itself so lewdly, so possessively. This was something else, but she had no way of knowing that the food had been poisoned or that her profound paranoia had saved her once again. She had a choice to make, leave the guys to die or save them. Actually, Nick seems pretty happy over there. Yep, he is good to die. The girls were going to climb Hugh like a tree, that was a good thing probably.

"Hugh, do you need to be saved or is this one of those moments you dreamed of and I should give you some alone time?"

If he claimed he was good, Erin was going to leave the table and seek another table. She would go to Bloom's table and give her a rose.

If he claimed that he needed help, she would fling her rose at him and attempt to deck (go ahead and pick for me) one of the girls hitting on Hugh.

If he ignored her, she would decide that means "no" and offer Bloom her rose.

Her hair is dark brown

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Mentioning nono

Interacting with @Nicholas McCowan

“I love you,”

“W-what?” The bomb just dropped and Aurora was astonished. She did not expect it, not even close. What kind of almost thirteen year old kid would be familiar with that term? Amid the predictable romcom movies she watched in the middle of the night back home during the neverending sleepovers that somehow came to reality, not even one second she thought the dumb boy was serious about it. “N-no you don’t, stop joking around!” Nothing much had changed, it was quite apparent he saw her merely as a toy for him to play around. He surely wouldn’t get a medal for being an arse hat, then for what purpose does he do this? It was there for a while now, this anger finally escaped through her disappointments.

Being vocal was never Nicholas’ way of communicating, at least that was what she had gathered after all of their interactions. He seemed to be more open when they were alone, and this was the complete opposite. An awkward scene in the middle of the ballroom for everyone to see, and there he was talking nonsense. “I a-asked you whether or not you like me, not l-love, that’s a b-big difference!”

Face was as red as a cranberry, either someone just slapped her a hundred times, the manifestation of her crying season, or she was extremely cold. Obviously not because of what he said, let’s not give him that kind of credit. Screw him and his intense stare that was way too intense to her liking, and his magnificently cursed dark magic that made her fall deeper into the void. Then he pulled her closer, and she was panicking. Was it wise to still trust him? Probably no, but the distance between the two emotionally unstable kids was too little. And as always, her brain popped out of her skull like a useless jelly that it was. “D-do you need the nurse? I t-think you’re having a fever, did someone poison y-” AND THEY HAD THEIR FIRST KISS! WHOOOHOOOOOOO!

Was it good? Was it worse than kissing a fish? Let the time unveil the truth.

Sta - 5 | Eva - 9 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 10 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers

Outfit Reducio

Can I request for a d10 roll to rate the kiss if possible please.. thankyou