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☾ IV: because i dont dance IV: and everybody had somebody IV: and ilike you IV: that's not why iw asnt havaing fun i just wanted to tell yo uagain PP: ☽ I don't know anymore ☾ IV: what do you mean IV: what do you not know PP: ☽ I just don't know ☾ IV: about me PP: ☽ about ��� PP: ☽ everything ☾ IV: i don't know what that means quine IV: quienn IV: ugh PP: ☽ Orchid is my best friend ☾ PP: ☽ but I don't know if that even matters anymore ☾ IV: oh IV: so like IV: me and colt IV: im sorry IV: iw as being stupid PP: ☽ no, it doesn't matter ☾ PP: ☽ everyone keeps telling me I should be with her ☾ IV: i PP: ☽ even you think so ☾ IV: no i IV: was trying to be spprotieve IV: i hold peole back IV: when i dont sutpport them IV: when they want to see other people PP: ☽ I don't want anyone else ☾ PP: ☽ I don't want anyone telling me how to feel anymore ☾ IV: nobeody shoudl tell you how to feel PP: ☽ does this keep happening to you? ☾ PP: ☽ like with ☾ IV: yes PP: ☽ Jack and Ryan? ☾ IV: yes IV: and emilet and silmula PP: ☽ I think I understand ☾ IV: do you PP: ☽ I hope so ☾ IV: i just IV: i odn't want to hold you back okay IV: i want to be what you watn PP: ☽ I don't want you to be what I want ☾ PP: ☽ I want you to be you ☾ PP: ☽ I already wanted that ☾ IV: are you sure PP: ☽ you made me feel safe ☾ IV: oh IV: is it IV: is it too late IV: did i do soemthing i can't take back PP: ☽ I hope not ☾ IV: do you still want to be with me PP: ☽ yes ☾ IV: oh good IV: okay IV: can i see you PP: ☽ I guess so ☾ PP: ☽ I was crying again ☾ IV: i think you are pretty PP: ☽ I think ☾ PP: ☽ you're ridiculous ☾ IV: i would have it no wohter way PP: ☽ you may say otherwise when you're sober ☾ IV: no PP: ☽ he says, unsoberly ☾ IV: you know me PP: ☽ do I? ☾ PP: ☽ I know you worry ☾ PP: ☽ and you feel responsible ☾ PP: ☽ and you get very silly ideas in your head when you're not sober ☾ PP: ☽ and you're really pretty strong ☾ PP: ☽ like, in your arms ☾ PP: ☽ and probably other places ☾ IV: thank you PP: ☽ like ☾ PP: ☽ your ☾ PP: ☽ chest ☾ IV: g o on PP: ☽ I don't know where I'm going with this, but I'm suddenly sort of embarrassed about it ☾ IV: don't be PP: ☽ it's too late ☾ PP: ☽ for that ☾ PP: ☽ I was trying to say ☾ PP: ☽ that you're kind ☾ PP: ☽ somehow ☾ PP: ☽ not somehow kind but somehow I was saying that ☾ IV: you are kind IV: too PP: ☽ that sounds even sillier in retrospect ☾ IV: why PP: ☽ because I want to say so much more ☾ PP: ☽ I want to say how I really feel ☾ IV: you can PP: ☽ I feel that ☾ PP: ☽ you are some sort of impossible mixture of firm and soft and that a person like you shouldn't exist ☾ PP: ☽ that you are a lot of things ☾ PP: ☽ that I admire how you manage that ☾ PP: ☽ and somehow this sounds sillier, I think ☾ PP: ☽ I just think you are good ☾ PP: ☽ and I want to be good for you ☾ IV: you are IV: it hink you are IV: more good than you could evre realize PP: ☽ are you serious about ☾ PP: ☽ this? ☾ IV: yes IV: i dont' have to think about it PP: ☽ you could say no if you want out ☾ IV: i dont' want out PP: ☽ we're still having this conversation despite the drinking thing, I guess ☾ IV: we are PP: ☽ I don't want you to do anything you regret ☾ IV: here is waht we do IV: you and me go to sleep IV: when i wake up IV: i will look at you and say IV: i sitll feel the same PP: ☽ okay ☾ PP: ☽ are you going to actually look at me? ☾ IV: yeah IV: i kidn of assume when i see you tonight i will probably sleep IV: too PP: ☽ oh ☾ PP: ☽ you're still planning to see me ☾ IV: why would i not PP: ☽ I don't know ☾ IV: i'm going tos ee you after i leave the party PP: ☽ okay ☾ PP: ☽ then ☾ PP: ☽ I'll wait for you ☾ IV: okay IV: i will be ther PP: ☽ okay ☾ PP: ☽ ... ☾ PP: ☽ don't forget ☾ -- plenilunarPalpi [PP] stopped messaging impenetrableVitality [IV] at 00:25 --

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QUINNE: -This will be the second time she's shared a bed with Finn, but this time there wasn't any smoke, and they're in her space. That's even more precarious. But somehow she had accepted the circumstance and settled down, curled up next to him on her bed, long enough to get some sleep. It's what she's still doing now, in fact, makeup a little smeared under her eyes in a way that makes her silky sleep dress seem a little silly.- FINN: -he stretches awake, unsure where he is for a moment, but the sight of quinne makes him remember. he fell asleep here. and by checking his communicator, it's morning. so instead, he just watches her until she wakes up. she looks so peaceful, but he does notice the smeared makeup and wonder what that's about- QUINNE: -when she starts to wake, it's with a slow inhale and shifting, brows knitting, and she stretches a little, a chirr rising in her throat that lasts for a good five seconds until she's actually awake and it quiets, her eyes blinking open.- QUINNE: -Oh. There's Finn.- QUINNE: ☽ hi ☾ -Her voice is soft, a little scratchy.- FINN: -it's kind of adorable, the manner in which she wakes up. that chirr, though.- hey FINN: what's up QUINNE: ☽ just ☾ QUINNE: ☽ the usual ☾ QUINNE: ☽ contemplating my lack of consciousness ☾ FINN: sounds reasonable enough FINN: did you sleep okay QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ yes ☾ QUINNE: -that isn't really a question that requires hesitation. Nice job Quinne- QUINNE: ☽ I slept ☾ FINN: well that's a plus QUINNE: ☽ I think that's probably one of the only pluses about unconsciousness ☾ QUINNE: .. QUINNE: ☽ you were tired ☾ FINN: yeah FINN: more tired than i thought i was FINN: -pauses- sorry for just crashing without asking QUINNE: ☽ it's okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I don't ☾ QUINNE: ☽ really mind you ☾ FINN: okay cool FINN: am i like the bright burning sun you have to get used to but you can't get rid of QUINNE: -snorts- ☽ no you're more like ☾ QUINNE: ☽ the moon ☾ QUINNE: ... -she would make more jokes but she stops because she can't believe she actually just made that comparison- FINN: how am i like the moon QUINNE: ☽ you're pretty ☾ QUINNE: -nailed it- QUINNE: ☽ and not as obnoxious or as deadly as the sun ☾ QUINNE: ☽ which is good for people that might want to colonize you ☾ FINN: okay the first part was sweet but who is going to colonize me QUINNE: ☽ me ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I am colonizing you as we speak ☾ QUINNE: ☽ there are no less than ten different species of insect housing themselves on you right now ☾ FINN: -eyes widen- please tell me you're kidding QUINNE: ☽ say please again and I will consider it ☾ QUINNE: -she's smiling oops- FINN: ... FINN: please QUINNE: ☽ hmm ☾ QUINNE: ☽ yeah, I guess I'll take it ☾ FINN: okay good -sighs in actual relief- QUINNE: ☽ just close your eyes so I can get the mantis off your head ☾ FINN: -gasps- wait what FINN: -attempts to feel his own hair- QUINNE: -LAUGHS- ☽ don't ☾ QUINNE: ☽ mantises are predators with sharp claws and beaks ☾ QUINNE: ☽ just let me handle this ☾ FINN: oh fuck FINN: -closes his eyes- QUINNE: -she's still smiling a little by the time he shuts his eyes. There are no mantises on him whatsoever, but now his eyes are closed anyway, so she leans over and... she has it in her head to do something silly and stupid.- QUINNE: -It is all very quiet for a good ten seconds or so as she stays hovering close. And then, she presses her mouth to his cheek and withdraws.- FINN: -his eyes flutter open as soon as he feels her lips on his cheek, and he watches her for a moment, like he's searching her gaze for something- FINN: is there a bug on me still QUINNE: -she's not even looking at him. He might see her face is flushed very teal before she turns away and gets up, stepping over to one of her terrariums and pretending to deposit a bug into it that isn't there.- ☽ no, I got him ☾ FINN: -well what he was thinking wasn't very achievable to him now that she was over there. he sees the blush on her cheeks, though and how she seems to be avoiding his gaze. if you just STAYED SITTING, quinne. Regardless, he stands up, slings on his backpack so he won't forget later, and walks over to her, hovering over her shoulder slightly- quinne FINN: -and he's got a strange feeling in his stomach, those damn butterflies that have been disguising themselves as purely anxiety. he waits as long as it takes for her to turn around before taking up her cheeks in his hands and putting his lips against hers gently- QUINNE: -She could almost swear she's never felt so terrified in her whole life, her insides like ice and still somehow so weak. What is she doing? What has she done? She can feel him there, just behind her, she can hear him say her name, but it feels like she's a thousand miles away and yet trapped here. She can't move for so many moments, but she forces it all down; she's done this before. She's dealt with worse. She can do it now, she just has to remember how, remember to forget feeling at all. So she turns around to face him finally, her eyes a little moist, and--- QUINNE: -There he is.- QUINNE: -She can't identify what hits her first, only that it all seems like too much to hold, and tears roll onto his fingers, warm and wet, before she can even think. But she doesn't pull away. Despite how her lips quiver, they press just slightly into his. Just enough.- FINN: -as he kisses her and feels her lips trembling, as he feels her tears roll over his fingers, he knows something about this is more right than anything that came before it. she doesn't pull away. She's pressing into him. and he wants her right then to understand how good she is, how much she means to him. She stayed with him during the worst of his lows, and he'll do the same for her, whether it be a low or a mild inconvenience. he does end up pulling away, just barely, so he can wipe the tears off of her face with his thumbs carefully. so he can make sure this is all okay- was that FINN: like FINN: a thing that was okay -real coherent, finn- QUINNE: -She's nodding at his question despite how the tears keep coming, twisting her face with emotion she's buried down so long and so deep that it's beginning to feel like she can hardly breathe, gasping for air. Her near panic attack had transformed into something else entirely, a sense of overwhelming and near painful relief, and all she could do was cry, the thoughts that he did like her, that this was okay, so real and yet so hard to take in.- FINN: -he just continues to wipe beneath her eyes as the tears fall. it saddens him to see her upset, but he's needed here.- it's okay FINN: you're okay QUINNE: -It still feels like she can hardly breathe, all her muscles giving out with a weakness that won't hold her up anymore, but she's leaning into him now, and he holds her up. Not only just with himself, but with his words -- real assurance that all of this will pass, that it will be better. And she's never felt anything like this before. She's never felt so afraid, and then so free of it.- QUINNE: -She clutches onto his arms as she tries to navigate weakly into her bathroom, half to keep herself upright and half just because she doesn't want him to go anywhere at all, and she lets go of him only to mop up the teal mess of her face with tissues, though she leans into him still. Little by little, she can breathe, and start to make sense of this. And there's one thing she wants to say most of all right now.- QUINNE: ☽ thank you ☾ FINN: -the way she leans on him and holds on to his arm as they take the short path to the bathroom makes him feel all the more connected with her. like he's being good for something. like this is actually...productive helping and he isn't even doing anything besides being there. he puts his arms around her as she wipes her face- i don't know why you're thanking me for anything but you're welcome QUINNE: -Her mouth twitches, and this time it's a smile that threatens to form. As the intensity fades, she's left with a buzzing kind of warmth, like she's filled with it and yet so light. His arms around her probably help with at least a few of those things.- QUINNE: ☽ because ☾ -She clears her throat, carefully tossing tissues into her garbage can.- QUINNE: ☽ you ☾ QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ kept your promise ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm... safe with you ☾ QUINNE: -she finally looks up at him, and she feels absolutely stripped, but, in a way, she needs to feel this. She wants to, for once, just to let herself. She wants to with him.- FINN: -hearing her say that is so affirming, so validating in its own way. there's something beautiful about her that he can't exactly pinpoint. it's too many small details, the way she smiles and how genuine it is. the way she actually trusts him to take care of her. jesus. It makes his heart pound the way she's looking at him, so he kisses her briefly on the lips and just smiles back at her- QUINNE: -He's kissing her again, and it seems just as dazzling as the first time, but it doesn't ache this time around. It feels like all the reasons she was afraid don't matter here in the space she shares with him, and she's never felt so free with another person. Maybe she's just fooling herself, but whatever it is, she wants to have it as long as she can, and this time when she smiles, it's wide and happy as she feels, and when she kisses him, it's with all the passion she had been too afraid to show.- QUINNE: ☽ I really ☾ -she speaks when she pulls away for breath again,- ☽ like you ☾ FINN: -he can't stop smiling, this is so new and fun and it's with quinne who he would never think would be about him like this. he laughs a little- what no way QUINNE: -she laughs, too, even though she doesn't know why. it just seems hard not to.- ☽ no, I do! ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I thought ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I could ignore it ☾ QUINNE: ☽ that I should ☾ QUINNE: ☽ that you didn't... wouldn't want... any of this and... ☾ QUINNE: -she shakes her head.- ☽ but I did ☾ FINN: i mean i guess that's normal FINN: i think part of me just didn't want to freak you out QUINNE: ☽ freak me out ☾ QUINNE: ☽ with what? ☾ FINN: with feelings FINN: i don't know QUINNE: ☽ feelings are pretty freaky ☾ QUINNE: ☽ spooky, even ☾ FINN: i'm okay with them mostly QUINNE: ☽ are you okay with this? ☾ FINN: oh yeah FINN: definitely FINN: ... FINN: without a doubt for certain QUINNE: -SCOFFS, just sort of nudging him with a shoulder, but she's smiling, anyway. she doesn't hate it, this time. she doesn't even dislike it.- ☽ I wasn't sure you even remembered any of that ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you passed out pretty quickly ☾ FINN: it's not like i sleep walked into your room QUINNE: ☽ yeah, but ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ... you know ☾ QUINNE: ☽ some things are easily forgotten ☾ FINN: i remember everything -not at all true- QUINNE: ☽ no you don't ☾ FINN: no i don't FINN: i remember a lot though QUINNE: ☽ do you remember ☾ QUINNE: ☽ the dress I wore? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ do you remember champagne? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ do you remember the flowers in my hand? ☾ FINN: okay that's definitely a song QUINNE: ☽ I will return here again ☾ QUINNE: -she quiets some and leans up to get her arms around his shoulders, to rest her face in his collarbone and dissolve into the warm space. she sings softly.- ☽ will you remember the dress I wore? will you remember my face? will you remember the lipstick I wore? this world is a wonderful place ☾ FINN: yeah probably -puts his arms around her waist- i mean i know it's a song but yes i will QUINNE: -she's laughing again- ☽ you don't have to answer that ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I think that's probably a lot to ask, anyway ☾ QUINNE: ☽ that's probably why it's just a song ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but ☾ QUINNE: ☽ thank you, anyway ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and we don't have to keep standing here in my bathroom ☾ QUINNE: ☽ as perfumey as it is ☾ FINN: are we going to attempt to move like this QUINNE: ☽ was that on your agenda? ☾ FINN: was it on yours QUINNE: ☽ I could pencil it in ☾ QUINNE: -just kinda shuffles her feet on the floor. are we moving broski???- FINN: -they're moving and he's still holding onto her and this is the most awkward movement ever- QUINNE: -is it tho.- ☽ we could be crab walking right now ☾ QUINNE: ☽ we're like a  horrible four legged creature ☾ FINN: okay yeah that's pretty frightening QUINNE: ☽ so we're frightening ☾ QUINNE: ☽ your true feelings revealed ☾ FINN: we are terrifying QUINNE: -nevermind this little chuckle.- ☽ a force to be reckoned with ☾ QUINNE: ☽ look out for that chair ☾ FINN: -it's too late. he trips- QUINNE: ☽ fuck! ☾ -CLINGS ONTO HIM, just in case he actually starts to fall???- FINN: -he does. he does indeed- QUINNE: -WELL EVEN MORE FUCK. He's a bit heavier than she expected given the whole... backpack thing. LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING.- FINN: -we're goin down down in an earlier round and yelling timber. rip finn on the floor- oh shit FINN: -it's not too bad of a fall so he's just laughing about it- QUINNE: -just fucking WASTED. mostly wasting him because she is on top of him.- QUINNE: ☽ ow ☾ QUINNE: ☽ this was a terrible plan ☾ QUINNE: ☽ why did I let you talk me into this? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ sorry, walk me into this ☾ FINN: hey you didn't let go either FINN: -he's still laughing about it though. imagine that. hanging out with quinne and laughing without weed involved. he's just grinning up at her- QUINNE: -HEY SHUT UP. Don't say that or she might die.- QUINNE: ☽ why are you looking at me like that? ☾ FINN: i don't know FINN: because this is fun -shrugs lazily before moving his arm to push a strand of hair behind her ear- QUINNE: ☽ wiping out and laying on the floor is fun ☾ QUINNE: -she shouldn't be questioning it, especially not with how her face warms again when he touches her.- QUINNE: ☽ the best time you've ever had ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you might write a memoir about it ☾ QUINNE: ☽ that time I fell on the floor ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and busted my ass ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and ☾ QUINNE: ☽ just ☾ QUINNE: ☽ stared ☾ QUINNE: ☽ at me ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I mean a girl ☾ QUINNE: ☽ who isn't me ☾ FINN: -snorts- the girl is you QUINNE: ☽ I'm pretending to be not me ☾ QUINNE: ☽ while I'm being you ☾ QUINNE: ☽ actually I think this got away from me ☾ FINN: so i'm staring at myself FINN: this just got weird FINN: gonna kiss myself i'm so pretty QUINNE: ☽ no, I-- ☾ QUINNE: -snorts- QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ yes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm you now ☾ QUINNE: ☽ what do you want to say to yourself right now? ☾ FINN: i'm really fucking confused right now QUINNE: ☽ is that the attraction coming in? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ exactly how attracted to yourself are you currently? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ no judgement ☾ QUINNE: ☽ this is a safe place, where you can be yourself, and I can also be yourself ☾ FINN: if what i'm looking at is me then i'm pretty attracted to myself right now QUINNE: -WELL. CONTINUE IGNORING THE COLOR IN HER FACE.- ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ that's good to know ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'll make some notes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm not actually making any notes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm just ☾ QUINNE: ☽ processing that information ☾ QUINNE: ☽ um ☾ QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ I don't ☾ QUINNE: ☽ really know where to go from here ☾ FINN: that's cool i'm okay with not going anywhere FINN: -tilts his head slightly- do you want to get up or QUINNE: ☽ I feel like that's a thing I'm supposed to do ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but I sort of don't want to ☾ QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ I'm kind of embarrassed for saying that, now ☾ FINN: nah i'm cool down here FINN: make yourself comfortable FINN: on me QUINNE: -Oh, okay. She huffs little breaths like laughter again, but they make no sound; she's a bit too flustered for that. She swallows, watching him.- QUINNE: ☽ is that uncomfortable? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ the backpack I mean ☾ FINN: a little bit yeah QUINNE: ☽ why don't you take it off? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ just as a ☾ QUINNE: ☽ suggestion for comfort reasons ☾ FINN: -he hesitates for a few moments and then nods- sit up real quick QUINNE: -she nods back, a little awkwardly, and she sits up... and she's straddling him in her night dress, she realizes. there's nothing weird about this, SURELY.- FINN: -he sits up enough to slide his backpack off and then just looks at her RIGHT THERE and it's hard for him to ignore how great she looks from this vantage point but he needs to reel it in a little so he doesn't get a boner- hey QUINNE: ☽ hi ☾ QUINNE: -Is she... supposed to lean back down toward him again? Maybe. Probably.- QUINNE: ☽ better? ☾ FINN: -he starts to lay back again, pulling himself together to do so, while also guiding her to lie against him again. she feels so nice against his skin- yeah FINN: better QUINNE: -She knows she doesn't really have to hide her smile, but it's hard not to a little. It isn't really new with him, is it? When did that happen, again? When did any of this happen? It all feels like such a blur. Maybe because a little of it had to do with drugs, but... That sure isn't this moment.- QUINNE: ... ☽ me, too ☾ FINN: -he tilts his head to watch her while also wrapping both of his arms around her back, keeping her close- QUINNE: -She can sort of feel him watching her, and eventually she relents to look at him, too, though she can't quite keep her gaze on him for long than a second or so at a time.- QUINNE: ☽ if you want to piece together more for your gold mine ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you can just ask me ☾ FINN: my gold mine QUINNE: ☽ yes ☾ QUINNE: -slowly points right up to his head.- QUINNE: ☽ goldmine ☾ QUINNE: ☽ possibly synonymous with jackpot ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but no guarantees ☾ FINN: jackpot FINN: okay what do you have to donate QUINNE: ☽ I don't know ☾ QUINNE: ☽ probably a lot ☾ QUINNE: ☽ or maybe not, depending on what you think is relevant ☾ FINN: -moves one of his hands to pet her hair- give me some to store QUINNE: ... ☽ well ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I think you already know I like bugs, so we can probably cross that one off ☾ QUINNE: ☽ a big surprise to everybody ☾ FINN: you like bugs FINN: that's just crazy QUINNE: ☽ I know ☾ QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ I grew up on LOMAT ☾ QUINNE: ☽ it's all islands, if you've never been there ☾ FINN: seriously FINN: yeah i've been there FINN: what was that like QUINNE: ... ☽ it was a lot of things ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I guess there was nothing wrong with being there ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but I couldn't really like it ☾ FINN: how come QUINNE: ☽ because... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ there was nowhere to go ☾ QUINNE: ☽ that my mother wouldn't find me ☾ FINN: -something about that statement makes him realize that things were not okay at home for her, and he holds her closer because of it- your mother QUINNE: -She doesn't know if she really wants to say more. It's a lot to even think about, a lot she had been trying not to.- QUINNE: ☽ yeah ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I left ☾ QUINNE: ☽ a couple sweeps ago ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I didn't want her to find me, so I went to Lauctis ☾ QUINNE: ☽ where I didn't know anyone ☾ FINN: so she wasn't good to you -he frowns a little. he can't imagine having parents any less than his own- QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ I think, probably, she tried to be ☾ QUINNE: ... -even just saying that sounds strange. It's so hard to hate her mother, even now. Even as much as she wished she could sometimes.- QUINNE: ☽ but ☾ QUINNE: ☽ she... wanted me to ☾ QUINNE: ☽ be a lot of things ☾ FINN: -pets her hair more- like what QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ tough ☾ QUINNE: ☽ to fight ☾ QUINNE: ☽ not be afraid of... ☾ QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ answer her ☾ QUINNE: ☽ be better ☾ QUINNE: ☽ no crying ☾ QUINNE: -she sucks in a breath, trying to steady all these thoughts into something coherent.- QUINNE: ☽ she wanted me to be the best ☾ QUINNE: ☽ what she thought was best ☾ FINN: that's -he furrows his eyebrows- a lot of pressure to put on one person QUINNE: -she doesn't know what to say to that. It's all a little hard to think through. She can't quite stop thinking about all the blood, suddenly.- QUINNE: -at least it's just a little easier not to let it take her over, because his arms are still around her, her body still just lighter from the layers she had shed, the tears gone. She tries to take slower breaths, and she thinks about telling him.- QUINNE: ☽ she ☾ QUINNE: -she's numb to it. It's just words. It's just words to say. They come out easily, this time.- ☽ killed people sometimes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ she thought I should know how ☾ QUINNE: ☽ not hide ☾ QUINNE: ☽ or be afraid of anything ☾ QUINNE: ☽ because that was how it worked ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I had to know what to do ☾ FINN: so you saw all of it QUINNE: ☽ I saw ☾ QUINNE: ☽ the first time she made a man kill himself ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I think he was going to kill me ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but he stabbed himself with the knife instead ☾ QUINNE: ☽ she hated that I couldn't do what she did, make people do things ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I had to be stronger to make up for it ☾ FINN: that's not fair to you at all QUINNE: ☽ it didn't matter ☾ FINN: that's horrifying to see FINN: and to be able to remember QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ you don't forget ☾ QUINNE: ☽ sometimes it still feels normal ☾ QUINNE: ☽ to think about people dying ☾ QUINNE: ☽ like it doesn't matter ☾ FINN: -he nods. a quick thought passes through his mind about why the hell he couldn't remember when quinne had to remember it every day. it didn't seem fair to her. But he pushes that away, because this is about her. he can't imagine much has been about her- it's not your fault QUINNE: ☽ I don't ☾ QUINNE: ☽ want to feel like that ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I don't want to feel nothing ☾ QUINNE: -she doesn't mean to, but that fear seems more real than the thoughts that came before it, and despite herself, the tears burn her eyes again, hot like acid.- FINN: i think you feel more than you realize FINN: you have a lot of compassion that you don't really notice FINN: you're feeling right now FINN: you have compassion in that you don't want to be the kind of person that doesn't blink an eye to stuff like that FINN: which means you do care FINN: it sounds like you were taught not to care FINN: but you still do FINN: and that's why you're here and not there QUINNE: -she doesn't say anything to that -- she doesn't think she can form words around all the feelings closing her throat, but she wants to take his words in, to make them feel true. She isn't that person. She does care. She does. She cares.- QUINNE: -she sits up a little, wiping at her face, at the tears all happening again.- ☽ sorry ☾ -she finally says, just a whisper.- FINN: -he looks up at her- hey FINN: you've seen me in a worse state right QUINNE: ☽ no ☾ -a quiet, bittersweet laugh bubbles up in her throat.- ☽ you always look cute ☾ FINN: -his face warms- even when i'm stoned off my ass QUINNE: ☽ you're ridiculous ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but you're not that ridiculous ☾ FINN: debatable QUINNE: ☽ I guess you did make me paint your walls ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and not in any sort of suggestive way, just an artistic and thought provoking way ☾ FINN: i've never used that as an innuendo QUINNE: ☽ me either ☾ QUINNE: ☽ until just now, I guess ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm not sure I've ever used much of any innuendo ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I don't really need to with Lavela around ☾ FINN: that's true FINN: she's sure something QUINNE: ☽ she sure is ☾ -sniffs and goes back to scrubbing her eyes. This makeup is SUCH A MESS. Just stares at her black smeared fingers for a few seconds.- QUINNE: ☽ how terrifying am I now? ☾ FINN: -he smiles at her- terrifyingly beautiful QUINNE: ☽ aaand you are still a filthy fucking liar ☾ QUINNE: -she's smiling too, snickering and teal again. Gdi- FINN: -he laughs, shaking his head- i am not QUINNE: ☽ yes you are, I know I look like a mess ☾ QUINNE: ☽ a disaster ☾ FINN: maybe i like disasters FINN: you don't know me QUINNE: ☽ well then ☾ QUINNE: ☽ how is this disaster working for you? ☾ FINN: fucking great FINN: thanks for asking QUINNE: ☽ I take it all back ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you are completely ridiculous ☾ FINN: maybe you like ridiculous QUINNE: ☽ maybe I do ☾ QUINNE: ☽ maybe almost definitely ☾ FINN: for certain FINN: without a doubt QUINNE: ☽ I'm going to fight you ☾ FINN: are you though QUINNE: -puts up her fists.- QUINNE: ☽ let's go ☾ FINN: okay go -staying still- QUINNE: ... QUINNE: -leans down again and kisses his cheek.- QUINNE: ☽ wrecked ☾ QUINNE: ☽ bet you didn't see that one coming ☾ QUINNE: ☽ again ☾ FINN: -he blushes a little- take me by surprise every damn time QUINNE: ☽ yeah ☾ QUINNE: ☽ this one was even grosser than the last time ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but you are apparently into that ☾ FINN: wow you're figuring out my only kink QUINNE: .... QUINNE: ☽ gross monster smooches ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I see ☾ QUINNE: ☽ or is it the mucus part? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ because boy let me tell you ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I know some pretty excellent mucus producing insects ☾ FINN: okay no that part is gross QUINNE: -LAUGHS- QUINNE: ☽ then you'll have to be a little clearer about your kink before we get in over our heads ☾ QUINNE: ☽ preferably in exoskeletons ☾ FINN: oh my god QUINNE: -smiling wide, giggling softly to herself, because his reactions -- not unlike most people's -- are just really funny.- QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I think I might take the hour long shower I never took last night ☾ QUINNE: ☽ in some vain effort to be slightly less horrible ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I hope you will still like me then ☾ FINN: i make no guarantees -he's grinning tho- QUINNE: ☽ wow ☾ QUINNE: ☽ do you also make no guarantees not to break into my ablution block? ☾ FINN: how about this FINN: i only break in if you ask me to FINN: now that can be guaranteed QUINNE: ☽ oh ☾ QUINNE: -She's not sure her face is any sort of grey anymore.- QUINNE: ☽ in there ☾ QUINNE: ☽ with me? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ that seems like the obvious conclusion to make from that statement, actually ☾ FINN: is that what you meant QUINNE: ☽ I am quickly becoming unsure what I ever meant ☾ FINN: oh -he's so lost- but hey FINN: go shower FINN: i'll be right here QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm going to do that ☾ FINN: see you soon -keeps lying there- QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: -she gets up slowly, watching him there on the floor, and there's a little bit of a smile on her face, but it's largely tempered with how flustered she is. She steps into the bathroom finally and slowly shuts the door.- QUINNE: ... -and reopens it after about fifteen seconds or so to speak through the crack.- QUINNE: ☽ but you can ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you know ☾ QUINNE: ☽ if you want ☾ QUINNE: ... -closes the crack- QUINNE: -opens it again- ☽ if you're bored or something ☾ QUINNE: -CLOSES IT FOR REAL???- FINN: -sits up at that- do you want me to -he speaks louder so she can hear him- QUINNE: ... QUINNE: -cracks door again- ☽ do you want to? ☾ FINN: i mean FINN: obviously FINN: but i'm asking you QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ maybe ☾ FINN: that doesn't tell me anything -it tells him everything but he wants to hear a yes from her especially- QUINNE: -mmmmmohmygod. She's quiet again for a few seconds. This is REALLY hard. Feeling required to give a straight answer... it's not her favorite feeling.- QUINNE: ... ☽ I think so ☾ FINN: okay -he stands up and goes over to meet her at the door of the bathroom- QUINNE: -whew... the anxious feeling dissipates as he doesn't push her again, and she's relieved for that. She just ends up standing in his way for a few seconds, though, before she realizes she needs to move, and she steps back awkwardly.- ☽ sorry ☾ QUINNE: -she's turning away now... and slowly peeling off her night dress. She sort of tells herself maybe he's not looking.- FINN: you have nothing to be sorry about -of course he wants to watch her undress, but he figures that this is a case where maybe he shouldn't. and that's why he stares at the towels hanging on the wall- nice towels QUINNE: -okay, that kind of makes her laugh, and it's an easier way not to feel so tense.- ☽ I'm glad you like them ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I hung them up just for you to notice ☾ QUINNE: ... -leans in and twists the water on.- FINN: well obviously you know what i like -touches the towels just for something to do- QUINNE: -slowly turns and... looks at him- FINN: -he love towel- QUINNE: -gdi- QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ hey ☾ FINN: yeah QUINNE: ... QUINNE: -shakes her head even though he isn't looking at her and steps in the shower- FINN: hello? QUINNE: -she's quiet again for a few moments. Of fucking course. Why now?? Why was she always so afraid of good things?- QUINNE: ☽ nothing ☾ QUINNE: ☽ sorry ☾ FINN: are you okay -now he is concerned- QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ yeah ☾ -but no- FINN: you don't sound okay QUINNE: ☽ I ☾ QUINNE: ☽ don't know ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm just ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I don't know ☾ FINN: what can i do QUINNE: ☽ I don't know ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I just ☾ QUINNE: ... ☽ feel scared ☾ FINN: how come -he wants to help SO BAD- QUINNE: ☽ because ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I feel like ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm ☾ QUINNE: ☽ doing everything wrong ☾ QUINNE: ☽ or I'm going to ☾ FINN: what could you be doing wrong QUINNE: ☽ this ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I guess ☾ -She sucks in a breath, trying to remind herself of all the things she does to relax. That the voices aren't true. That she can feel things, that it can be okay.- QUINNE: ☽ I want ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you to come in here ☾ QUINNE: ☽ with me ☾ FINN: -hearing that makes him actually turn around and look at her, and damn, she is gorgeous. she is significantly more gorgeous than he imagined, and maybe he isn't prepared for that.- okay FINN: -he slips off his sweater, having left his backpack outside and still thinking about it but it should be close enough. it should be. it should be.- QUINNE: -she's flushed again, but... she's a little more resolved to this, remembering little spells and reminders in her head that make her feel safe. And he's looking at her, and he's really... handsome...- QUINNE: ☽ we don't have to do anything I just ☾ QUINNE: ☽ want you here ☾ FINN: no that's cool FINN: -he slides off his pants and his boxers until he has absolutely nothing on...and he goes to join her- is it okay that i'm FINN: i guess i should have asked first but FINN: wet sweaters and jeans kind of suck FINN: but i could have stayed in my boxers FINN: they would just be wet QUINNE: ☽ haha no ☾ QUINNE: ☽ no I don't want you in here clothed ☾ QUINNE: ... ☽ it's not practical ☾ QUINNE: -nice....- QUINNE: -she's avoiding looking down so hard rn- FINN: -and he's trying to not look her over as hard as he can even though he really, really, really wants to- yeah makes sense FINN: the water feels nice QUINNE: -she doesn't say anything to that, just sliding the curtain after he's in and... rests a hand on his shoulder, glancing up to his face.- FINN: -he watches her and shuts up the second her hand's on his shoulder and that moment alone makes his heart pound and he can't even remember what the purpose was of being in here anymore but frankly he doesn't care- QUINNE: -it's the quietest moment in the world as far as she can recall, this intimacy between them, and she lets the calm joy of it settle in her skin before leaning closer, her cheek resting against his collarbone and their wet skin meeting to kiss.- QUINNE: ☽ it is nice ☾ -she whispers.- FINN: -he's hesitant to touch her in fear of his hands wandering too much and he can't remember the last time he had been this...cautious. this careful. but he doesn't want to break whatever this is. he wants to preserve it as long as possible. but as their skin meets he can feel her chest against his and holy shit- yeah FINN: -he settles for resting his hands on the outsides of her arms- QUINNE: -His hands rest on her arms, and she can feel herself smiling again at last, at the quiet comfort of this unspoken assurance, the trust that's been growing here despite -- or maybe by staring in the face of -- her fears.- QUINNE: ☽ I've never done this, either ☾ -she says, another truth she's trusting him with.- FINN: -her smile nearly changes how her entire face appears, but honestly? he think she's beautiful either way. smiling or not. the smiling only helps him understand that she's genuinely happy, that she's never faking it or feigning it for his or anyone else's sake. it's real. he drags his fingertips just slightly back and forth across her arm- FINN: naked hugging in a shower -he asks with a slight chuckle. hilarious, finn. you're hilarious.- QUINNE: -SNRKS- ☽ yes, that specifically ☾ QUINNE: ☽ the whole ☾ QUINNE: ☽ variety of details about it ☾ QUINNE: ☽ aside from the being naked and showering part ☾ QUINNE: ☽ that isn't too abnormal ☾ FINN: wait you mean hugging -IS THAT WHAT SHE MEANS??- QUINNE: ☽ I've never hugged anyone in my life ☾ FINN: really FINN: -it hurts him to hear that. it also makes him realize just how lucky he is to have a childhood filled with hugs and love from all three of his parents, from friends, from everywhere.- well FINN: what's the verdict QUINNE: ☽ I'm still working on completing it ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm lying, though ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I did still put my arms around you earlier and I think that probably counts ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but I'm here assuming that experiencing a hug and hugging are different things ☾ QUINNE: ... ☽ and I'm still ☾ QUINNE: ☽ not really doing it ☾ QUINNE: -she's finally slipping her hands over his shoulders, around to the back of his neck. she can feel his bare skin, and her heart pounding.- FINN: yeah now that i think about it i guess they are FINN: nice distinction -he shivers, but not from the cold, feeling her touch on his neck and the pounding of her heart against his. she might be able to feel that although he has experience with every part of this situation, his heart still beats heavily. his hands slide from her arms to move to her lower back, holding her tightly- now you're doing it QUINNE: ☽ yeah ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm doing it ☾ -She isn't sure if it's his heart or hers she's feeling with her face still against his collarbone, but maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe this is the only thing that does.- QUINNE: ☽ and now you will have a significantly more difficult time escaping ☾ QUINNE: ☽ such is the nature of entrapments ☾ FINN: -he laughs, and he's grateful for the water washing any possible sign of sweat away. his mind reels and his imagination is going crazy even though she's right here. maybe that makes it worse. he lets her dictate what goes on here completely.- consider me trapped QUINNE: ☽ it's not hard to consider ☾ QUINNE: ☽ it seems pretty safe to believe ☾ -At last, she looks up at him, and her face is still flushed with teal, but more importantly, she's still smiling.- QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ I know I said we don't have to do anything ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but do you want to kiss anyway? ☾ FINN: -he nods without hesitation- yeah FINN: that would be great actually QUINNE: -okay, now she's laughing, all nerves and relief and silliness at once.- QUINNE: ☽ you didn't even think about that one ☾ FINN: -he can't help but laugh with her- there was no choice to make FINN: i'm not going to pretend like i needed to actually consider it QUINNE: ☽ you know that strongly? ☾ -obviously, but she wants to ask. to believe it.- FINN: yes FINN: without a doubt FINN: for certain QUINNE: ☽ I'm going to fight you for real ☾ QUINNE: ☽ with ☾ QUINNE: ☽ my mouth ☾ FINN: oh yeah FINN: do your best quinne -there's the smug look. there it is.- QUINNE: -this hecker.... she doesn't mean to turn an even darker shade of turquoise, but the way he dares her makes it hard not to. she's nervous, and maybe it shows in how her smile fades some, but she doesn't want to do badly.- QUINNE: -so she leans closer to him, pressing her lips to his, and she doesn't know quite what to do from there. so she just keeps her mouth there, thinking on the softness of his.- FINN: -relief washes over him as soon as their lips meet while simultaneously creating a higher level of desire within him. he follows her lead for the most part, leaning into her and even going so far as to attempt to deepen their kiss, slowly.- QUINNE: -She can feel his mouth moving, changing the kiss, and she tries to follow his lead this time, her lips parting just slightly to let him show her. She doesn't move much any other way, a little too nervous to try.- FINN: -he's so, so gentle and slow as his tongue just barely slides between her lips. he's testing, taking it easy, and not letting himself get too far ahead. this is requiring an INTENSE  amount of focus and restraint but it's worth it. it's worth it for her.- QUINNE: -she's grateful for it, for how each moment gives her a little more time to process it as it happens, and it's time enough to try to meet him, too, her tongue gliding against his just as slow, and then the reality of what's happening sort of makes her want to smile and laugh, and, damn it, she's ruining it. She pulls back, the nervous energy pouring out in those laughs, after all.- ☽ I'm sorry ☾ FINN: -the reciprocation is more than pleasant, but when she nervously pulls away and laughs, he just looks as amused as ever- are you okay over there QUINNE: ☽ yes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm just ☾ QUINNE: ☽ this is ☾ QUINNE: ... ☽ happening ☾ FINN: i mean i hope so QUINNE: ☽ me, too ☾ FINN: -leans in just to kiss her one more time- i would be pissed if i woke up QUINNE: ☽ me too again ☾ QUINNE: ☽ don't do that ☾ QUINNE: -She's a little more confident when she leans in to kiss him this time, trying to tame her smile when their lips meet and her tongue brushes between them, beyond his, just touching his teeth. It's a strange new feeling, a kind she's not sure what to think of yet, but if nothing else... she likes having this chance with him.- FINN: -he almost responds, but she kisses him again, and there's even a slight smile threatening to form on his face as well. he is surprised by her assertiveness this time around but he enjoys it all the same, his tongue just barely meeting hers- QUINNE: -It feels safe, safe enough that maybe it doesn't matter if she's bad at kissing. because maybe she can just get better, and maybe he just doesn't care. She never thought she would be in a situation like this, with him even... but she's beginning to feel a little more okay with certainty this time, and she's sure she likes him.- QUINNE: -She's also sure that she's remembering how naked they are, and as fears start subsiding, she's discovering there is a funny sort of warmth in her as she lets the reality of the situation sink in, as her mind gets away from her. And then she actually gasps when she realizes she's definitely feeling movement between her legs as her bulge tries to slide out, a sensation she is wholly unfamiliar with. She breaks the kiss yet again to stare at him in shock, maybe just a bit mortified by this realization despite how natural it's supposed to be.- FINN: -he really doesn't care if she's good or not, or what good kissing actually means, because he will make it work either way. but feeling that movement as they're pressed up against each other is enough to arouse him to the point of inevitably getting hard. but then she breaks away and looks horrified and he wonders if he ruined the whole thing. his face flushes- oh FINN: sorry QUINNE: -Why... is he apologizing?- ☽ what ☾ QUINNE: ☽ no, I ☾ QUINNE: -gdi... trying to talk about this forces her to... well, talk about this.- QUINNE: ☽ it's ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm just ☾ QUINNE: ... ☽ surprised ☾ QUINNE: ☽ by ☾ QUINNE: ☽ myself ☾ FINN: -he laughs a little in relief- oh FINN: right FINN: this is all new huh QUINNE: ☽ yes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ very ☾ -She turns away, finally looking down at herself and the thing is still unfurling despite her nerves, and she hadn't realized how long it actually is. Lord. There is really no hiding this is there?? And yet she still sort of wants to try.- QUINNE: ☽ I wasn't trying to ☾ QUINNE: ☽ make anything happen there just now ☾ FINN: i don't think anybody really does but i mean FINN: honestly im surprised i lasted this long QUINNE: ... -okay, now she's looking over her shoulder at him. It hadn't actually occurred to her that he might also be experiencing this, and before she can think to stop herself, she's glancing down.- QUINNE: ☽ oh ☾ QUINNE: -WAIT GDI WHY DID SHE SAY THAT- FINN: yeah FINN: oh QUINNE: ☽ oh my goddess ☾ QUINNE: ☽ don't say that back at me ☾ QUINNE: -buries face in hands and laughs again. THIS IS FINE.- FINN: -he's laughing too despite the ache in his groin- what do you want me to say QUINNE: ☽ I don't know ☾ QUINNE: -she's grabbing her pouf and pouring body soap onto it, smiling to herself, and... she finally turns back around to him, more than aware of how exposed she is.- QUINNE: ☽ I guess you can probably say whatever you want ☾ FINN: -okay, NOW he's looking and seriously starting to feel a little light headed and somehow he's forgotten how to talk- QUINNE: -uh oh. This could be bad. Why isn't he saying anything? She knows her bulge might be kind of scary looking maybe?? It's long and it's got those ridges on it and everything and his is so different. Her face is burning.- FINN: -finally he speaks- i like you -what the FUCK FINN? You are SMOOTHER THAN THIS- QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ what ☾ QUINNE: -SHE IS SO CONFUSED WHAT DOES THAT MEAN- FINN: i don't know -back up reverse- QUINNE: ☽ don't know what? ☾ FINN: i'm usually pretty good with this kind of thing but FINN: the tables have turned QUINNE: -oh god. Now she's really mortified. HE CANT EVEN HANDLE HER JUNK.- QUINNE: ☽ I ☾ QUINNE: -turns away again mmmmm- FINN: no not like that FINN: -sighs- look i just FINN: i feel something with you that i don't really feel with other people FINN: and it's making me sound like an idiot FINN: and i don't really want to fuck this up FINN: because you're someone who actually sticks by me and somebody who i have a legitimate connection with that's deeper than any of this -vaguely gestures- FINN: you're so FINN: good quinne FINN: you're so good -he exhales again and looks at her- and i think it's a little scary because i haven't felt anything like this in a long time FINN: how we just kind of FINN: fit QUINNE: -... oh. Hearing this makes her feel silly for even assuming what she had, but at the same time it's so relieving that she doesn't even care. What he says, it sounds so much like how she feels. The chance for a real connection. Fear of fucking it up.- QUINNE: ... ☽ me, too ☾ QUINNE: ☽ all.. of that ☾ QUINNE: -she looks at him again, brows knit, eyes wide.- ☽ me too ☾ FINN: -he just smiles at her a little sheepishly. this just seemed too good- nothing you can do would be the wrong thing by the way QUINNE: -she's laughing a little now, just... so glad. For all of this.- ☽ I feel the same about you, too ☾ QUINNE: ☽ so ☾ QUINNE: ... QUINNE: ☽ maybe it might be just ☾ QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ FINN: yeah FINN: i think it will be QUINNE: -Hearing that helps, too, and her smile settles again. Finally she feels that same lightness again, the one he gave her earlier that makes okay seem real. Hopefully this time, it sticks even longer, because she's turning back toward him completely... and pressing the pouf to his chest.- FINN: -just the way she looks at him makes that feeling stir within him again and he has no idea how he will survive this. but he puts a hand over hers, only light enough to encourage her- QUINNE: -she's smiling still, a little bashful, but... she doesn't hesitate anymore, very gently scrubbing over his skin in small circles, down his chest and his belly... and chews on her lip ring for a second before she zips back up to his shoulders, around to his back.- QUINNE: ☽ I figure we should probably try to shower while we're in the shower ☾ QUINNE: ☽ just for kicks ☾ FINN: might be a good idea -he can't help but watch her as she goes, especially with how this alone makes him feel. take it away, quinne- QUINNE: -DOES A TAP DANCING ROUTINE but not really. She's soaping him up carefully... and it's a lot easier when she only has to do the top half, but once she has no choice with the rest, she looks at his face like she's looking for permission.- FINN: -he nods. he nods so quickly- QUINNE: -her smile grows, resisting a laugh, and... she sort of crouches down and definitely tries not to look this time, but she can't really help it. His legs are getting soaped... and so is his butt, gently. She is just not touching his junk right now. She's still not quite brave enough. She debates it once she starts to stand up though, like maybe he's disappointed... but she reminds herself it's okay. It's okay.- QUINNE: ☽ do you want to... ☾ -she's not even sure what she's gonna ask- FINN: -he's actually not positive what she means exactly or to what extent...is she asking him if he wants to soap her next? is she asking if he wants to do her in this shower? yes to all of the above. but he doesn't know what she means- yes FINN: yes QUINNE: ☽ um ☾ QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: -hands him the pouf- FINN: -okay apparently it's his turn. he takes the pouf and looks at her- do you want me to avoid anything or are you good with cleaning like FINN: everything QUINNE: -wow. She should have asked that to begin with herself. She really really likes him and how much better he is than her at this.- QUINNE: ☽ yes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I'm good ☾ QUINNE: -oh. She didn't. Think about that answer. She was too busy thinking about the other thing.- FINN: -he carefully starts with her shoulders, her neck, her arms. then her stomach, then up, slowly between her breasts that are driving him crazy. he meets her gaze to make sure this is okay. double checking- QUINNE: -it is definitely okay, even if she's flushed high in the cheeks, watching his face as he watches her, everywhere he's moving his hands. When he looks at her, she nods the way he had, a smile twitching at her lips if only to be reassuring.- FINN: -he smiles back and now moves the pouf over one of her breasts gently. he wants to put his HAND there, but the pouf will have to do. or he can just barely place his palm on her other breast. and that's what he does. Jesus.- QUINNE: -oh. That's what's happening. Her breath starts coming in shallower, her nervous gaze falling to his own chest because she's just a little too flustered to look him in the eyes, and she's chewing on the ball of her lip ring again. Her bulge unhelpfully leaves a streak of teal right over her belly, and she squeaks softly in surprise at the tickle of it.- FINN: -he's incredibly sensitive to any change of her expression, and noticing how her bulge is reacting makes him want to check yet again- is this okay QUINNE: ☽ yes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ it is ☾ QUINNE: ☽ it ☾ -she laughs a little- ☽ tickled ☾ FINN: -he chuckles and keeps going after that, thankful he didn't go anywhere he isn't supposed to. he repeats the process, switching and still watching her reaction- QUINNE: -thankfully, the smile stays, somehow eased a little bit the silly awkwardness that broke up the silent tension. Her bulge is just unfurling even longer, though, and she... actually had no idea it was that long??? Um. That's a good foot or so. She's kind of distracted looking down between his arms at it for a few seconds. The things you learn about yourself with cute boys in the shower.- FINN: -honestly, he thinks it's cute the way she discovers herself, how distracted she is because of it. he moves around to start moving the pouf up and down her back- QUINNE: -LOOK SIR. At least he doesn't seem to find anything weird about it... that's a good sign. She's finally looking back up at his face, now, and she takes just a tiny step closer to him.- FINN: -his hands freeze when she looks up at him, like his heart is frozen in his chest. but he doesn't want to look away from her right now. or ever- QUINNE: -why is he looking at her like that? She doesn't know, but she isn't sure she wants it to stop, either, with the way it makes her feel. She's not sure anyone has ever looked at her that way before, or that anyone else ever will.- QUINNE: ... ☽ I like you ☾ -she says quietly, an echo of both their sentiments.- FINN: i like you too -he speaks just as quiet and offers a more genuine and slightly adoring smile. she's so cute? how did this happen?- QUINNE: ... ☽ I really... like you ☾ QUINNE: -why is she saying this? Maybe she knows, but she isn't thinking about it too hard. She doesn't think she wants to. She thinks she would rather lean close enough to kiss him again, smear bubbly soap onto him, and shiver as she mixes teal into it, too.- FINN: -when she kisses him, the pouf drops from his hand and he leans in a bit more aggressively than before, hands near erratically sliding down her sides to her hips- QUINNE: -oh fuck. She didn't know what she was expecting, but this is a little bit more than it, and... it's not bad at all, but it's definitely a feeling that makes her sort of gasp and her bulge sort of twitch before trying to latch on to anything close, and... that happens to be him. His... yep. That's. That is what's happening.- FINN: -now it's his turn to react, and he groans against her mouth as he feels her around his dick, his kisses a bit more desperate and his body attempting to ease hers against the wall of the shower. he knows he wants her badly, and it's evident in the way he kisses her and how his hands slide to her lower back- QUINNE: -OH FUCK INTENSIFY?? She's pressed against the wall before she can quite decipher what's really happening, only that it feels good and she feels... a lot, and she can barely think to do anything but keep her mouth to his in some attempt at action. Her bulge is seemingly taking care of itself, not letting go of him and instead coiling and twisting tighter. This was also not the intention...- QUINNE: ☽ ah-- Finn ☾ FINN: -he gasps and his eyes widen at the feeling of her bulge tightening around him. he moves to kiss her collarbone several times, moving to the crook of her neck and peppering her with sweet pecks. the way she says his name causes him to almost hear how fast his heart beats- QUINNE: -hers is thudding much louder than the sound of the water spray hitting the floor, she's sure, and she's still flushed, watching him now as if looking for guidance. She's really pretty nervous about this whole thing, uncertain how to handle herself and him both.- QUINNE: ☽ what-- do we do? ☾ -she says, and the question feels kind of stupid, but...- FINN: -his voice is quiet against her skin- whatever you want to do -he knows what he wants, but it's more important that he knows what she wants- if you want to keep going we can FINN: if you don't want to keep going we'll stop and do something else FINN: i don't want you to think you have to do anything QUINNE: -she doesn't... really want to stop, but just hearing that is such a reassuring thing that she can't help how her eyes start stinging.- QUINNE: -She takes quiet breaths for several moments. And then, finally...- QUINNE: ☽ I want to keep going ☾ FINN: -he kisses her sweetly once more before pulling away to look at her- you don't have to worry about doing anything FINN: unless you want to i can FINN: i can take care of it all QUINNE: -that isn't helping her tearing up issue very much, but, God, it's so... nice. She laughs a little breathlessly, nods.- QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I might ☾ FINN: i can tell you right now you can do whatever you want to me and i won't give a fuck FINN: unless you're trying to remove one of my limbs FINN: i have a problem with that QUINNE: ☽ well, I was thinking about it, but now I guess I know it's off the table ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I know my bulge might look dangerous but I don't think it's actually that sharp ☾ FINN: -gives her a look- it isn't FINN: i actually have yet to encounter a sharp bulge QUINNE: ☽ oh, good, me too ☾ QUINNE: -there is nothing cheeky about that statement at all- QUINNE: -and speaking of bulges, hers is still fairly active here. It does what it wants, and it apparently wants to slip over Finn and try to get his dick to wrestle back.- QUINNE: ☽ ah-- sorry ☾ FINN: oh fuck -unlike quinne, his dick is not made for wrestling. he bites his lip at the feeling it sends through him- FINN: -he uses a hand to try and tempt quinne's bulge to wrap around this instead so he can move a little more freely. because right now, he isn't going anywhere- QUINNE: -there's a tight exhale as soon as he feels his fingers brush her sensitive flesh, her body trembling a little, and it seems convincing enough for it to squirm closer, wind its way around some of his fingers and spread more pretty turquoise over his skin.- ☽ oh... ☾ FINN: -he loves hearing the sounds she makes already, and he's eager to hear more. he repositions himself, sliding his hand around the ridges of her bulge while he uses one hand to steady himself as he begins to trail kisses down her chest.- QUINNE: -Her breath hitches, and she's watching him closely, a sort of nervous anticipation rising in her as his head dips to her chest, his lips trailing kisses. He could do anything -- he's got her completely, and it should feel dangerous, but it doesn't. Not here, with him. Besides, what his hand is doing is sufficiently distracting, anyhow, a soft clicking sound as her teeth find her piercing again and her bulge shudders eagerly in his grip, dripping out more slick color. She's never felt anything like it.- QUINNE: ☽ a-ah-- ☾ QUINNE: ☽ --ss ☾ QUINNE: ☽ good ☾ FINN: -good. all good responses. he lowers his mouth further until his tongue just barely grazes one of her nipples. he's testing, seeing what she likes. so far, so good- QUINNE: -The results are in and poll says yes to this feeling, too, another little gasp in her throat and her body tensing up -- including around his hand, there's no way he couldn't have noticed -- and her arms still around him eventually slide fingers into his hair, long nails skimming over his scalp through dark curls.- FINN: -her nails feel amazing on his scalp and only encourage him further. he moves to her opposite breast with his mouth and runs his tongue over it again. and then, he starts sucking lightly. more testing while his occupied hand keeps gliding down her bulge- QUINNE: ☽ F-- inn ☾ -It can't help but come out again with how he just keeps going, a little more every passing second. Her bulge feels so sensitive, and so is right where he's got his mouth, and it seems insane how such simple touches can do this to a person, how he's probably the most attractive person she has ever met in her entire life, who's made her feel this way.- QUINNE: -And he's good at this. Experienced, she thinks, with what he said earlier, and she's deciding now that she's less embarrassed and instead sort of grateful for that.- QUINNE: -And she's also feeling a distinct buildup of something beyond those raw nerves, largely unaware of what exactly it means currently, but she knows she wants more of it, breaths shallow and body focused on him.- FINN: -hearing his name leave her mouth is the most beautiful sound in the world right now. he takes his time, going south ward until he has to take his free hand off the wall and get completely on his knees. carefully, with his face right next to the bulge in his hand, he drags his tongue across it once before looking up at her.-  widen your legs for me FINN: i mean if you want FINN: you don't have to QUINNE: -oh shit okay there he goes -- she's swallowing her gasp before she can entirely register what's about to happen, because his tongue already finds her, warm and soft and very intent, and her muscles feel more tense than ever. she's not sure she's going to be able to keep herself standing up like this.- QUINNE: ☽ I ☾ QUINNE: ☽ want to ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I feel like I might fall down though, ha ha ha ☾ -breathy, needy laughter. help.- FINN: -he lets out a little laugh and looks up at her- just put your hand on the wall FINN: i'm not going to let you fall FINN: technically you don't need to completely stand either QUINNE: ... ☽ oh ☾ QUINNE: -She isn't totally processing what he means, but... she believes him, that he won't let her fall, and she supposes that's all that matters. That's a feat enough in itself.- ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: -She takes a steadying breath -- or an attempt at one -- and presses her hand to the wall, carefully spreading her feet apart.- ☽ is that ☾ QUINNE: ☽ enough? ☾ FINN: -smiles reassuringly at her as she adjusts herself- yeah i can work with that FINN: also just so you know you're not going to hurt me by whatever you need to do to...feel supported and comfortable FINN: that sounded a lot more ominous than i hoped FINN: anyway yeah FINN: -he takes another long lick of her bulge before maneuvering his head between her legs and getting his bearings, tongue exploring until he finds her nook. he teases it just slightly, only using the very tip to glide just at the entrance- QUINNE: -"Anyway," he says, like this is no big deal, like it is just another morning of Finn Tonguing Someone's Junk, and a part of her wants to laugh again, but there is just none of it left in her right now. All the little pieces of her are focused too much on the exact thing he's aiming to do, focus drawn like a magnet, and she's glad for the offer he made, because her other hand is definitely holding onto his head, fingers woven between damp curls of his hair. The explorative nudging at the entrance of her nook, the feeling that's making her sigh another hungry sound, is enough to make her back arch a little -- not as much as she wishes because of how she has to stand, but impossible to avoid entirely, because instinctively she knows she wants more, wants to draw him in with the angle of her body.- FINN: -he has one hand on her thigh to keep himself steady, and the other still entangled with her bulge. It isn't the most comfortable position ever, but the payout will be worth it. he kisses at her entrance before sliding his tongue inside of her and starting to lap like a dog. he's going easy at the moment, listening carefully to her in order to find the spot he will be focusing on- QUINNE: -Was he kissing--?  It's an incredibly sweet gesture to think on, but there isn't much time to feel that kind of touched because suddenly he is sliding into her, and she's never felt anything inside her, much less something like this. He is fucking her with his tongue. That thought in itself is enough to make her head spin a little, much less how it actually feels to her. So it seems like Finn has a pretty long tongue, and she has a fairly shallow nook, and she's squeaking out a sound as he moves in her in a way that causes the waves of sensations both inside and out to reward her with pleasant swathes of excited, coiling tension.- QUINNE: ☽ oh-- fuck ☾ -Okay. That just sort of happened out of her mouth of its own accord.- FINN: -good. that reaction is enough to take him up another notch, and damn, he's savoring the way she tastes with more deliberate movements of his tongue in the same spot she reacted in. they're quicker, rougher, and his hand still works her bulge with intensity.- QUINNE: -She isn't sure how long it's been now -- it feels like it's only been a few moments and yet ages -- but there's no denying how he's made her feel once she feels as if her body is reaching a precipice that his motions abruptly shove her off, and she wants to go there. So she does, crying out louder than she's brought her volume to from a feeling in what has to be years, and it's so much teal all the way down, swirling in the water on the floor.- QUINNE: -And once it starts to slow she's gasping, just trembling -- no, shaking, and she almost doesn't want him to stop, but she's also just a little too overwhelmed to keep it going, either.- ☽ F-- Finn-- ☾

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-- impenetrableVitality [IV] began messaging plenilunarPalpi [PP] at 23:09 -- IV: hi PP: ☽ hi ☾ IV: what's up PP: ☽ I'm mixing ☾ IV: you know that could mean a lot of things right PP: ☽ yes, I do ☾ PP: ☽ technically, it's chemicals ☾ IV: for what purpose PP: ☽ possibly, murder ☾ IV: great IV: fantastic PP: ☽ thank you ☾ PP: ☽ what are you doing? ☾ IV: messaging you PP: ☽ this comes as a surprise ☾ IV: literally just in bed IV: and i can't fall asleep so IV: i thought hey IV: i'll message quinne IV: and here we are PP: ☽ what a series of events ☾ PP: ☽ why me? ☾ IV: uh PP: ☽ I'm going to go out on a limb and guess it's because I'm the only person online ☾ IV: because we're friends IV: right IV: no PP: ☽ or I guess that ☾ IV: trust me i could get a hold of someone if i wanted to IV: i can be persistent PP: ☽ how persistent? ☾ PP: ☽ if it can't be defined as "hella" then I'm not interested ☾ IV: well i'll message them and if they're online but don't respond-- IV: okay fine hella PP: ☽ I'm interested ☾ IV: voila IV: that's how it's done PP: ☽ what were you going to say? ☾ IV: oh IV: well IV: i'll message them and if they're online but don't respond i usually message them a few more times IV: and then i will call them PP: ☽ will you keep calling them? ☾ IV: and if they don't pick up i will go to their door and knock PP: ☽ to see ☾ PP: ☽ if they're sleeping, are they dreaming? ☾ IV: and if they don't answer i will get someone to do a wellness check-- IV: if you're dreaming are you dreaming of me IV: i can't believe IV: you actually picked me PP: :☽ PP: ☽ that looks so stupid ☾ IV: it really does PP: ☽ I think that's why I like it ☾ IV: but you tried PP: ☽ that also sounds a little intense ☾ IV: what does PP: ☽ you ☾ IV: oh are you talking about how i contact people IV: okay but look IV: it's really not that bad because imagine if someone had a heart attack in their room IV: no one would know IV: but i would find them because of this method PP: ☽ but what if they were naked in the shower? ☾ PP: ☽ then you would find them ☾ PP: ☽ naked ☾ IV: but i would know they were alive IV: and also if someone takes a shower for like 45 minutes they need to not do that PP: ☽ umm ☾ PP: ☽ excuse me? ☾ IV: that's too long PP: ☽ according to whom? ☾ IV: baths okay but baths longer than an hour and a half are suspicious IV: according to me PP: ☽ I'm going to go take a fifty minute shower ☾ PP: ☽ followed by a two hour bath ☾ IV: please don't PP: ☽ it's too late ☾ PP: ☽ the water is running ☾ IV: or if you do bring your communicator with you IV: no wait IV: hey IV: hello IV: are you there IV: can you come back please IV: oh my god IV: shit IV: i'm calling you -- impenetrableVitality [IV]  is calling plenilunarPalpi [PP] -- IV: okay i'm going to try again -- impenetrableVitality [IV]  is calling plenilunarPalpi [PP] -- IV: okay i'm coming over FINN: -he's at her door, knocking aggressively- FINN: quinne FINN: hey FINN: quinne FINN: come on FINN: this isn't funny QUINNE: ... *Well. That sure is knocking at her door. It's taking her a minute to get to it because she has to finish bottling these perfumes in the bathroom lest they spill out everywhere.* FINN: -knocks at the door again- FINN: quinne FINN: seriously QUINNE: *LONG SUFFERING SIGH. She abandons the perfume and steps out of her bathroom, heading to the door and pulling it open.* QUINNE: ☽ I'm naked ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ahhhh ☾ FINN: oh -covers his eyes- FINN: -he's so relieved she answered- QUINNE: ☽ you're so polite ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you can come in, though ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I wasn't actually showering ☾ FINN: -still covering his eyes- are you really naked QUINNE: ☽ maybe ☾ FINN: -walks in with his eyes covered- FINN: -runs into something probably- FINN: damn it QUINNE: *shuts the door behind him* QUINNE: *you found a desk* QUINNE: ☽ okay you can stop that ☾ FINN: -uncovers his eyes and turns around- QUINNE: *ISN'T NAKED. She is wearing an apron, though.* FINN: oh FINN: hi QUINNE: ☽ hi ☾ QUINNE: *Her room is full of art crafts, witchy-looking paraphernalia, and terrariums of insects.* QUINNE: *Welcome to the den.* QUINNE: ☽ I'm going to finish what I was doing now ☾ FINN: -looks around- i feel like i'm in an actual cave QUINNE: ☽ thank you ☾ FINN: you're welcome QUINNE: ☽ I probably aspire to connect with nature ☾ QUINNE: *heads back into her bathroom and caps some more vials.* QUINNE: ☽ and you aspire ☾ QUINNE: ☽ to break and enter ☾ FINN: that's only the means of my aspirations QUINNE: ☽ go on ☾ FINN: of making sure everyone is alive QUINNE: ☽ alive is a temporary state ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you can't make sure of that ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but that's a nice aspiration ☾ FINN: i still try QUINNE: ☽ I can see that ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I thought you were joking ☾ FINN: no FINN: no i'm not QUINNE: *side eyes him* FINN: -he's totally serious QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: *shrugs a shoulder.* QUINNE: ☽ that's fine, I guess ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you could probably want worse things ☾ FINN: oh without a doubt QUINNE: ☽ without a doubt ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I hate when people say things like that ☾ FINN: sorry i guess FINN: i'm not really sorry about it but FINN: okay that's really weird QUINNE: ☽ yeah ☾ QUINNE: ☽ maybe ☾ QUINNE: *screws a cap on tight.* FINN: no it is QUINNE: ☽ is it? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ why? ☾ FINN: yes it is -moves over to just...flop on her bed. backpack and all. he's in his pajamas.- FINN: because it's just a phrase FINN: that means for certain FINN: so FINN: yeah QUINNE: ☽ it means for certain ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and nothing ☾ QUINNE: ☽ is ☾ FINN: okay fine FINN: -hugs a pillow- QUINNE: ☽ is that it? ☾ FINN: yeah FINN: i mean you're right FINN: you've proven me wrong FINN: i'm too tired to argue my case here QUINNE: ☽ then you would, but you're not ☾ FINN: -shrugs- maybe FINN: you're fun to debate with QUINNE: *wtf??? all the frustration that had been etching her features softens a little. now, she's more confused.* QUINNE: *she looks back at the vials, quiet.* FINN: -closes his eyes against the pillow he's holding- QUINNE: ☽ it's not a reason to debate ☾ QUINNE: ☽ it's just ☾ QUINNE: ☽ how I feel ☾ FINN: then you're right it's not a reason to debate -eyes are still closed- FINN: you can't debate feelings that's just stupid QUINNE: *she's realizing now that the bottles are done, and she's just staring at them. after a few more moments, she moves back into her room and stares down at him.* FINN: -his eyes are still closed and his breathing is slowed and he is...asleep. definitely sleeping. so much for not being able to sleep- QUINNE: *there's a lot she could have said, that she thought about saying, but she didn't. she's glad she didn't, now. she's not sure she would get the confidence to say them again. it's strange how right now, such a simple conversation can make things churn in her stomach until she realizes that she's crying. maybe it's only because she knows he's asleep, can't see her. she doesn't know what to do now, but a strange part of her doesn't want him to go, either. on second thought, maybe not saying anything is so much worse, with how it sits and swells in her throat and won't leave. god damn it.*

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-- invincibleDetective [ID] began messaging plenilunarPalpi [PP] at 01:29 -- ID: Quinne Pinsir. This is Jack Crocker. ID: I met you one other time. PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ I also yelled toward you earlier ☾ ID: I recall. PP: ☽ that's promising ☾ ID: You can consider communication established and recieved. ID: Sorry if I didn't say much. ID: I couldn't. PP: ☽ couldn't ☾ PP: ☽ why so definitive? ☾ ID: Too many factors to attempt to expect one specific result. ID: Rest assured, I've been trying my damndest. PP: ☽ that is similarly cryptic ☾ PP: ☽ are you saying that because you intend to elaborate, or just to make me ask questions? ☾ ID: I don't know who else to turn to. ID: You're a stranger. ID: But you're also the closest to this... conflict. Minus any personal investment within myself. ID: I intend on elaborating if you're not ready to hit the block button yet. I wouldn't blame you if you did. PP: ☽ no, you can go on ☾ PP: ☽ I'm interested now ☾ PP: ☽ and I have a feeling I might already know a little ☾ ID: Maybe. ID: I know where you came from. ID: What it was like. ID: Why you might feel like you do right now. ID: I just... know. PP: ☽ you ☾ PP: ☽ me? ☾ PP: ☽ what does that mean ☾ PP: ☽ what do you know? ☾ ID: I saw it. I mean... I saw you. ID: Like it was me. Living where you did. PP: ☽ okay ☾ PP: ☽ what was it? ☾ ID: You were young and trapped for a long time. Lke your existance was a mistake you were going to be sorry for all the time you were there. ID: Maybe the only reason you were kept around was because they felt sorry for you. ID: She did. I never saw her face. Only what stayed with you. PP: ☽ oh ☾ PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ okay ☾ ID: ... ID: I'm sorry it happened. I'm sorry I saw it. ID: I'm glad you got away from there so now. ID: You don't have to live like that anymore. PP: ☽ that must be complicated ☾ PP: ☽ seeing things people don't want you to see ☾ ID: That's my burden. PP: ☽ just yours? ☾ ID: For a long time. ID: I don't know what the point is. PP: ☽ probably whatever you decide to make of it ☾ ID: At least there's no reason to bullshit. PP: ☽ Finn was avoiding you today, wasn't he? ☾ ID: It's not his fault. PP: ☽ it kind of is ☾ PP: ☽ but I don't think that's the thing that matters, probably ☾ ID: I'm not in a position to think otherwise, no. PP: ☽ he thinks he's hurting you ☾ ID: You still haven't said what you think. PP: ☽ about which part? ☾ ID: About me knowing. Forget how it happened or that it happened at all. ID: I know now. PP: ☽ I think ☾ PP: ☽ that it doesn't matter ☾ PP: ☽ you're not going to tell anyone ☾ ID: No. ID: It's not my secret to share. PP: ☽ I can't be mad at you ☾ ID: I promise. ID: I didn't ask to see it. PP: ☽ but I think I'm going to forget that you know ☾ ID: It just happens. PP: ☽ or at least pretend to forget ☾ PP: ☽ do you think it would be better that way? ☾ PP: ☽ or would that only make you feel worse ☾ ID: I don't know. PP: ☽ I don't know, either ☾ ID: I would rather it not matter but. I also don't know what's actually good for me. ID: Much less anyone else. PP: ☽ that's too much to decide ☾ PP: ☽ but ☾ PP: ☽ regardless ☾ PP: ☽ I'm choosing to trust you ☾ PP: ☽ so I think that's all that matters ☾ ID: ...Okay. ID: Sucks balls regardless. ID: Shit having to be this way. ID: It sucks. PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ as things frequently do ☾ PP: ☽ I think that's okay ☾ ID: Except when it's not. PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ but we still have the power to make change ☾ ID: I'll believe that when it's not so in my face all the fucking time. ID: I know Finn's avoiding me. PP: ☽ what are you going to do about it? ☾ ID: I don't know. ID: Let another couple of years do their damage. Like it did last time. PP: ☽ why? ☾ ID: That's when I saw what I did. ID: So I stopped. ID: I couldn't even look at him. PP: ☽ and why? ☾ ID: We were kids. I didn't get what I saw. ID: I didn't know what it would do if he knew. I guess that's all cleared up now. PP: ☽ and you're not kids anymore ☾ PP: ☽ you're not powerless ☾ ID: What if I am. ID: I can't stop seeing what I see. ID: I can't even delude myself into thinking I can be normal. Or want normal things. PP: ☽ I think deluding yourself into thinking there's a kind of normalcy you should strive for is worse ☾ PP: ☽ it's not about being normal ☾ PP: ☽ you should know better than most that no one is ever normal ☾ ID: So I just live with it. ID: Fine. I'm doing that every day. PP: ☽ no, you're not ☾ PP: ☽ you're living under it ☾ PP: ☽ letting it tell you who to be ☾ PP: ☽ like your life doesn't still belong to you ☾ ID: It doesn't. ID: I deserve it. PP: ☽ why are you both so adamant about thinking in absolutes? ☾ PP: ☽ as if there's no way things could be different than what you see ☾ PP: ☽ what you tell yourself over and over ☾ PP: ☽ things aren't that simple ☾ ID: If I was better, it wouldn't be happening to me. I wouldn't be letting it. ID: I'm just... too fucking tired. PP: ☽ you're tired from kicking yourself to the ground over it ☾ PP: ☽ not from trying ☾ PP: ☽ if you stopped being so terrible to yourself maybe you wouldn't be so tired ☾ PP: ☽ that voice in you is trying to do what's best ☾ PP: ☽ it's working hard and you don't give it any slack ☾ PP: ☽ instead you say it's wrong, unwanted, not worth it ☾ PP: ☽ it's no wonder you're so tired ☾ PP: ☽ it's hard ☾ PP: ☽ feeling what it feels must be hard ☾ ID: Must be. PP: ☽ I don't think it would be wrong to let it know you understand that ☾ ID: Hypothetically. PP: ☽ you take care of other people's secrets for them ☾ PP: ☽ I think you should try having some faith that other people might actually want to take care of yours ☾ PP: ☽ that maybe they don't see it as a burden ☾ PP: ☽ but a chance to know you because you let them ☾ ID: I'll think about it. PP: ☽ that's a place to start ☾ ID: It's better than nothing. ID: I'll let you be on your way now. PP: ☽ are you going to be okay for tonight? ☾ ID: It gets bad but it's always just... bad. ID: Even worse is still bad so... ID: Just trust me, I guess. PP: ☽ then maybe it won't get worse ☾ PP: ☽ I will probably see you again ☾ PP: ☽ soon ☾ -- plenilunarPalpi [PP] stopped messaging invincibleDetective [ID] at 03:09 --

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-- melliloquentMurderess [MM] began messaging plenilunarPalpi [PP] at 23:14 -- MM: S00000000000000000! MM: 83 PP: ☽ hi ☾ MM: W0rd 0n the bl0ck is y0u're shacking up with 0rchid. PP: ☽ what? ☾ MM: 0r I guess the 0ther way ar0und. PP: ☽ what ☾ MM: It d0esn't matter really! MM: Just tell me all ab0ut it. PP: ☽ I don't ☾ MM: Have y0u guys decided a wedding d8? Am I b0th 0f y0ur m8ds 0f h0n0r? MM: Can I be the 0ffici8! 83 MM: C0nfused jibberish means yes, G0! PP: ☽ no ☾ MM: Aww what! PP: ☽ that isn't what's happening ☾ MM: N0 0ne has t0 tell me because they're wristd33p in denial but I s33 things! MM: With my EYES! PP: ☽ you barely see things ☾ MM: W0W I S33 THINGS PERFECTLY F0R 0NE. PP: ☽ I'm pretty convinced you barely see things ☾ MM: YEAH N0T SURE WHERE THAT THE0RY C0MES FR0M. PP: ☽ from my insistent belief that it's true ☾ MM: S0UNDS LIKE ITS 0N THE LEVEL 0F SN33PLE QUINNALIN! PP: ☽ then it has to be true ☾ MM: 0H my gr8ci0us n0 they aren't sillyface! PP: ☽ ok ☾ PP: ☽ what were you saying? ☾ MM: That I saw things, in the theater. 83 PP: ☽ I was in there today, yes ☾ MM: Y0u and 0rchid and y0u b0th talked. PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ I generally speak to people I know ☾ MM: N0t as cutely! PP: ☽ yes, I do ☾ MM: Mmmmn0pe. Nah, n0t s33ing it. MM: It was really super cute. PP: ☽ I'm just trying something new ☾ MM: G0 0nnnnnnnnn. PP: ☽ it's called ☾ PP: ☽ being myself ☾ PP: ☽ that sounds stupid ☾ MM: It s0unds stupid but it l00ks cute! >8O MM: Are y0u g0ing t0 be cute with me t00? PP: ☽ I guess ☾ PP: ☽ if that's what you call it ☾ PP: ☽ which you don't have to ☾ MM: WELL I AM S0 REAL QUESTI0N, by that l0gic d0es it mean me, y0u, and 0rchid are g0ing t0 shack up? 83 PP: ☽ ... ☾ PP: ☽ that isn't ☾ MM: Why are y0u guys the 0nly 0nes shackin up W0W! PP: ☽ no ☾ PP: ☽ those are a lot of conclusions you're making ☾ MM: What ELSE am I supp0sed t0 think Quinne? 8( PP: ☽ I don't know ☾ PP: ☽ something else ☾ MM: Like h0w ad0rable y0u are? MM: That's s0mething else. PP: ☽ that's still a lot of assumptions to make ☾ MM: I mean I th0ught y0u were bef0re s0 its a l0ng standing assumpti0n! PP: ☽ well maybe wait on the new ones ☾ PP: ☽ I don't know ☾ PP: ☽ I am still figuring it out ☾ MM: Its just adding new inf0rmati0n t0 the pile h0nestly! MM: But that has t0 be fun right? PP: ☽ maybe ☾ PP: ☽ I made a new friend ☾ PP: ☽ kind of ☾ PP: ☽ not that new ☾ PP: ☽ but sort of new ☾ PP: ☽ in the friendship as it is ☾ MM: 00000000h wh0 is it? PP: ☽ Finn ☾ PP: ☽ but also ☾ PP: ☽ my brother ☾ PP: ☽ in case that counts ☾ PP: ☽ I wasn't sure ☾ MM: I think it c0unts if y0u guys weren't buddy-buddy bef0re! MM: And Finn is that really rude p0t guy right? PP: ☽ can you expand on all of those words ☾ MM: ALL 0F THEM??? PP: ☽ at least half of them ☾ MM: 0kayyyyyyyyyy. MM: S0 getting al0ng with y0ur br0ther is g0000d. PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ I got that part ☾ MM: Finn is rude and als0 smells like w33d. PP: ☽ I think at least one of those things is true ☾ PP: ☽ smoking with him is another thing I did, by the way ☾ MM: WHAT?????????? MM: D0ES 0RCHID KN0W? PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ I told her ☾ PP: ☽ well ☾ PP: ☽ I told her the smoking part ☾ MM: Did she call it s0mething silly? MM: Did she m0m y0u s0 hard y0u felt it in y0ur JEANS? PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ she said doobie ☾ PP: ☽ and she also did the yelling thing she does ☾ MM: Hehehehehehe Xcellent! MM: YESSSSSS! PP: ☽ it was cute ☾ PP: ☽ in an objective kind of way ☾ PP: ☽ I also don't wear jeans ☾ MM: In y0ur metaph0rical jeans! 8P PP: ☽ in my surreal, abstract jeans ☾ PP: ☽ my fourth dimensional jeans ☾ MM: YEAH! PP: ☽ yeah, I feel it there ☾ MM: D0wn in y0ur third-mind denim! PP: ☽ my ass chakra ☾ MM: Hehehehehehehe! D0 y0u f0cus y0ur p0steri0r spiritual energy frequently? MM: Are there Xercises? PP: ☽ as often as possible ☾ PP: ☽ yes, actually ☾ PP: ☽ it's most closely related to water magick ☾ PP: ☽ if we are getting specific ☾ MM: Fr0m r0cking the s001 eXpress b0at I bet! PP: ☽ the what ☾ PP: ☽ oh ☾ MM: R0cking the B0AT. PP: ☽ your quirk is kind of silly sometimes ☾ MM: RUDE!!!! 80 PP: ☽ I thought you were being suggestive for a second ☾ PP: ☽ until I deciphered it ☾ MM: What's with y0u and 0rchid h0ping I have a dirty mind? MM: SH33SH! PP: ☽ "hoping" ☾ MM: AND PR8YING. PP: ☽ you opened this conversation with the phrase "shacking up" ☾ MM: Th0se are facts Quinne! MM: The shacking is happening. MM: It's basically already up! PP: ☽ why can't it be shacking down? ☾ PP: ☽ or ☾ PP: ☽ whatever the opposite of shacking is ☾ PP: ☽ digging ☾ MM: Maybe this can be a g00d t0pic 0f c0nvers8ti0n while y0u guys are 0n y0ur way t0 the h0neym00n! 8O PP: ☽ that is not going to happen ☾ MM: Implying that there w0n't be any talk. MM: My. MM: G00dness. PP: ☽ Lavela ☾ PP: ☽ why ☾ MM: Is is s0 bad that I'd like t0 s33 my best friends sm00ch? MM: IS THAT T00 MUCH T0 ASK F0R? MM: ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY'RE S0 AD0RABLE T0GETHER ALREADY? PP: ☽ maybe? ☾ MM: That's n0t a n0! >80 PP: ☽ it also isn't a yes ☾ MM: Alright s0 I kn0w it's "c0mplic8d" and there are "f33lings" but h0nestly. MM: H0NESTLY. PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ honestly ☾ PP: ☽ that is the thing ☾ PP: ☽ the word ☾ PP: ☽ that applies ☾ MM: It d0es! MM: S0.... h0nestly. MM: 83< PP: ☽ honestly ☾ PP: ☽ I don't think it works like that ☾ MM: Like what? MM: I mean, I S33 it! PP: ☽ I'm not going to repeat that part about your vision ☾ MM: Bluhhhh 0kay 0kay why n0t? Legitim8 curi0usity. PP: ☽ I don't know ☾ PP: ☽ I feel like I want to be sure about something ☾ MM: 0kay but h0w can we ever be sure ab0ut things? MM: S0metimes even if y0u THINK y0u kn0w y0u really have n0 clue. PP: ☽ I don't know ☾ MM: Me neither and I mean it's betw33n y0u guys what y0u d0 if y0u shack up 0r n0t 0r what all it entails and stuff. MM: But n0thing is ever permanent s0 have a little fun! PP: ☽ I guess ☾ MM: Yeahhhhh, I d0n't kn0w if I'm Xactly the pers0n t0 ask f0r l0ve advice I DID thr0w my eX 0ffstage. MM: 0r I'm the perfect pers0n! MM: S0metimes regardless 0f the g00d times decisi0us have t0 be made. PP: ☽ I am going to make an executive call on that one and say probably not the best ☾ MM: St0pped being s0 clingy and p0ssessive that's f0r sure! MM: He had s0me things t0 c0nsider and s0 did I. MM: It's the natural way 0f things Quinne. PP: ☽ probably his imminent injuries, I would wager ☾ PP: ☽ I think that if I were with someone, I might be like that ☾ PP: ☽ so maybe that's why it's better not to be ☾ MM: Clingy and p0ssessive? PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ how would I know the difference? ☾ MM: If 0rchid isn't int0 that then y0u guys sit d0wn and use y0ur m0uths t0 talk ab0ut things! MM: "Hey Quinne y0u're putting the ssssqu33ze 0n my h0rns can y0u n0t a little?" MM: "Sure." MM: B00M. MM: C0MMUNIC8TI0N. PP: ☽ oh my goddess ☾ MM: THAT EASY. MM: W0rk t00 but SERI0US. MM: Y0u're b0th way t00 sassy t0 n0t be able t0 talk ab0ut stuff that's why I d0n't believe it S0!!! PP: ☽ I just don't know ☾ PP: ☽ if I'm thinking about that right now ☾ MM: Then what are y0u thinking ab0ut? PP: ☽ a lot of things ☾ MM: There are many things t0 c0nsider when p0ndering a p0tential sm00chm8 yes. PP: ☽ it's not just that ☾ PP: ☽ it's me ☾ MM: Hm... well, y0u sh001d put y0urself first and I mean "finding y0urself" is g00d. MM: But I mean. MM: That d0esn't entail sitting in a c8ve scrawling "Wh0 am I??" 0n the walls f0r a dec8de. PP: ☽ but it could ☾ MM: 0K BUT WHAT'S M0RE FUN? PP: ☽ probably most things that aren't that ☾ MM: SM00CHING CUTE GIRLS AL0NG THE WAY 0R M0IST C8VES? PP: ☽ that too I guess ☾ MM: WELL THEN! PP: ☽ then ☾ PP: ☽ I guess I'll consult my chakras ☾ MM: 0kay Quinnalin! MM: M33t me f0r breakfast s0metime! MM: T0M0RR0W. PP: ☽ okay ☾ MM: G0TCHA! PP: ☽ I ☾ PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ you definitely ☾ PP: ☽ sprung that on me ☾ PP: ☽ I'm not going to say no, though ☾ MM: Hehehehe! MM: G00d! MM: I'll s33 y0u then with my G00D EYES! <333 8D PP: ☽ I'l see you with my probably better eyes ☾ PP: ☽ gotcha ☾ MM: Pffftt! MM: Fair en0ugh! PP: ☽ okay ☾ PP: ☽ tomorrow ☾ MM: Alright! L8r! 83 -- melliloquentMurderess [MM] stopped messaging plenilunarPalpi [PP] at 02:25 --

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-- plenilunarPalpi [PP] began messaging impenetrableVitality [IV] at 19:56 -- PP: ☽ hello ☾ PP: ☽ it's me ☾ IV: quinne IV: what's up PP: ☽ sorry for leaving you ☾ PP: ☽ well ☾ PP: ☽ okay, not those words entirely ☾ PP: ☽ sorry that I left early and abruptly, with little explanation ☾ IV: it's okay IV: did you sleep okay PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ it was fine ☾ PP: ☽ my hand is also fine ☾ IV: good IV: i don't want to have to fix it again PP: ☽ I don't think you fixed it to begin with ☾ PP: ☽ but your efforts will aid the future fixing process ☾ PP: ☽ so thank you for that ☾ PP: ☽ I actually wanted to say something that wasn't about this ☾ IV: you're welcome IV: oh yeah PP: ☽ or ☾ PP: ☽ I suppose ask ☾ PP: ☽ how are you? ☾ IV: i'm okay IV: just hanging around IV: chilling PP: ☽ suspended in comfortable temperature ☾ PP: ☽ that sounds ☾ PP: ☽ Phat ☾ IV: did you just say phat PP: ☽ no ☾ PP: ☽ I think it's possible you're experiencing a hallucination ☾ IV: oh okay PP: ☽ anyway ☾ PP: ☽ I remember yesterday ☾ PP: ☽ so ☾ PP: ☽ if I was supposed to forget it ☾ PP: ☽ then I'm sorry for not doing that ☾ IV: i don't think so IV: why would you have to forget it PP: ☽ I don't know ☾ PP: ☽ don't people usually regret having done things? ☾ IV: not me IV: i'm still doing it PP: ☽ wait ☾ PP: ☽ you're still smoking? ☾ IV: maybe PP: ☽ that means yes ☾ PP: ☽ you are just being shifty about it ☾ IV: yeah IV: it does PP: ☽ I guess this isn't a good time to have this conversation, then ☾ IV: it's fun being shifty IV: no you can IV: i want to PP: ☽ how do I know you won't regret it once you're not? ☾ IV: i won't PP: ☽ how do you know? ☾ IV: i woke up this morning and even though you were gone i was like IV: i like quinne IV: i don't regret spending it with her PP: ☽ oh ☾ IV: oh PP: ☽ okay ☾ PP: ☽ spending the night or time or emotional energy? ☾ IV: all of it PP: ☽ that's a relief ☾ IV: do you regret it PP: ☽ no ☾ PP: ☽ I think I feel the opposite of that ☾ PP: ☽ and I think the fact that I admitted that just now is probably indicative of that ☾ IV: i like hanging out with you PP: ☽ yes ☾ PP: ☽ I think that's what I was probably getting at ☾ IV: let's do it again PP: ☽ okay ☾ PP: ☽ when? ☾ IV: as soon as you want PP: ☽ that could be any time ☾ PP: ☽ that's dangerously flexible ☾ IV: i am dangerously flexible PP: ☽ ... ☾ PP: ☽ is that even remotely true? ☾ IV: well yes IV: i would say no but IV: i would say i think i am relatively dangerously flexible PP: ☽ do you dance? ☾ IV: i'm terrible at dancing IV: i'm not IV: good with music PP: ☽ good how? ☾ IV: i'm tone deaf i'm pretty sure PP: ☽ can you follow a beat? ☾ PP: ☽ most people can do that ☾ IV: no IV: i am not most people PP: ☽ well, you can try ☾ IV: i tried once with gallen PP: ☽ what happened? ☾ IV: it was almost embarrassing PP: ☽ almost isn't fully ☾ IV: i think he was just trying to support me IV: and encourage my confidence but i know i was terrible PP: ☽ does it matter if you're terrible? ☾ IV: yes PP: ☽ why? ☾ IV: because it makes it uncomfortable for other people PP: ☽ or does it? ☾ IV: yes IV: it does PP: ☽ you're really good at that ☾ IV: making you uncomfortable PP: ☽ no ☾ PP: ☽ thinking in absolutes ☾ IV: oh yeah IV: i'm great at that PP: ☽ you're ridiculous ☾ IV: you are great at telling me that PP: ☽ thank you ☾ PP: ☽ I would say mine is a little absolute too but I think it's pretty infallible in any given scenario ☾ IV: yeah i agree IV: i didn't read much of that but i agree PP: ☽ yes, see? ☾ PP: ☽ are you actually feeling better today? ☾ IV: i don't know PP: ☽ okay ☾ PP: ☽ I think I am ☾ IV: good IV: you should be PP: ☽ hey, Finn ☾ IV: hey quinne PP: ☽ I think you should talk to him ☾ IV: who PP: ☽ him ☾ IV: who PP: ☽ your friend ☾ IV: i don't think so PP: ☽ why? ☾ IV: it's not a good idea PP: ☽ for what reason? ☾ IV: it could hurt him PP: ☽ okay hold on I'm actually coming over now ☾ IV: okay

QUINNE: *Like yesterday, she's walking in. Hello world. She's here she's queer and she has paint.* QUINNE: *She's also locking this door again. Finn please.* FINN: wait grab the humidifier too FINN: -he's still not wearing a shirt- QUINNE: ... QUINNE: *oh my god Finn* FINN: -which also means he's not wearing hsi backpack- QUINNE: ☽ o... kay ☾ QUINNE: *She steps back outside and grabs the humidier. Drags it in.* QUINNE: *THEN locks the door again.* QUINNE: ☽ why is this ☾ FINN: i am going to make an island QUINNE: ☽ like a real island? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ because that might be difficult ☾ FINN: no a fake one QUINNE: ☽ what's your method? ☾ FINN: painting the walls green and FINN: running the humidifier FINN: that's it QUINNE: ☽ that seems slightly more like a rainforest habitat but I won't judge you ☾ FINN: thanks FINN: you're a pal QUINNE: ☽ also I didn't bring enough green for walls ☾ FINN: oh QUINNE: ☽ I thought you were making a crafting project or something ☾ FINN: no QUINNE: ☽ we could probably paint some trees, though ☾ FINN: okay FINN: let's do it QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ are you going to let me smoke with you again? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and/or are you going to put a shirt on this time? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and and/or do you have anything I can wear to paint in? ☾ FINN: that's a lot of questions FINN: the answers are FINN: if you want to FINN: if you want me to FINN: and yes QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ those are good answers ☾ QUINNE: ☽ what do you want me to wear? ☾ FINN: -he moves to his dresser and pulls out an old big t-shirt that he tosses to her- QUINNE: *she's making a good effort to catch it but it still half-flops over one of her horns.* QUINNE: ☽ okay that works ☾ FINN: you still caught it QUINNE: ☽ because I have ☾ QUINNE: ☽ what you might call ☾ QUINNE: ☽ leet skills ☾ QUINNE: *pulls the shirt off her horn and shifts it around, sort of.... trying to maneuver it on around her horns.* FINN: oh my god FINN: say that again QUINNE: ☽ because I have ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: *keeps trying to stretch this thing out to reach around her other horn* FINN: -walks over to her- let me help QUINNE: ☽ this is stupid ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and ☾ QUINNE: ☽ completely ☾ QUINNE: ☽ predictable ☾ FINN: what do you mean QUINNE: ☽ this ☾ QUINNE: *gestures around her head* QUINNE: ☽ all of this ☾ FINN: do you want me to help you or not QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ maybe ☾ FINN: -reaches over to help adjust her shirt and pull it down- QUINNE: *there's the distinct sound of tearing threads as this takes place* QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ sorry ☾ FINN: it's okay FINN: you can still wear it FINN: it's yours now QUINNE: *she slowly tilts her chin down to look at it again. it's definitely not her style. but it's not really supposed to be.* QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ oh right ☾ QUINNE: *She moves over to his bed and sort of.... unceremoniously dumps her painting tools and tubes of paint onto it from her sylladex.* FINN: whoa FINN: whoa there QUINNE: ☽ what? ☾ FINN: nothing FINN: where do we start QUINNE: ☽ probably with the palette board ☾ FINN: -checks it out- FINN: do you like art QUINNE: *actually snorts as she scoops up a tube of paint* QUINNE: ☽ no ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I keep all of these things for ironic purposes ☾ QUINNE: ☽ specifically to set up this exact scenario ☾ QUINNE: ☽ the comedic timing was perfect ☾ QUINNE: ☽ thank you ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I can leave now ☾ QUINNE: *unscrews the tube and squeezes out a dollop of foresty green onto the palette board.* FINN: -he stares at her for a good 15 seconds and then cracks up- nice QUINNE: ☽ oh good ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I was worried you weren't going to get it ☾ FINN: nah i got it QUINNE: *here come jade green and grass green, too.* -- impenetrableVitality [IV] changed their mood to CHUMMY  -- FINN: so many greens QUINNE: ☽ I have a lot of colors ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I figured I would bring varieties ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ FINN: good thinking QUINNE: ☽ I guess you never went out into the Lauctis market ☾ FINN: nope QUINNE: ☽ that's unfortuntae ☾ QUINNE: ☽ except not really ☾ QUINNE: ☽ now I get to surprise you ☾ FINN: was i missing something FINN: oh QUINNE: *she takes a moment to sift through a few of her brushes before grabbing a medium sized one and dipping it in forest green.* QUINNE: ☽ where do you want your tree? ☾ FINN: -takes a random brush and dips it into the jade green- FINN: how about 50 trees QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ FINN: all over the room QUINNE: ☽ fifty trees it is ☾ FINN: -casually just starting to paint his wall- QUINNE: *She steps right up to one corner of the wall and starts making strokes. They look sloppy at first, but after a minute or so it's become clear they're actually forming shapes of trees. This is some Bob Ross shit going down right now.* FINN: how do you do that QUINNE: ☽ I don't know ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I use the brush ☾ QUINNE: ☽ and things just happen ☾ QUINNE: ☽ it's probably more witchcraft ☾ FINN: works for me -makes less graceful trees- QUINNE: *just watches him for a minute* QUINNE: *steps closer and presses a dot on one of his trees. no, two dots. and then a curve under them.* QUINNE: *it's smiling.* FINN: wow FINN: imagine that QUINNE: ☽ I call that ☾ QUINNE: ☽ a happy accident ☾ FINN: hahahaha FINN: you did it on purpose FINN: happy purpose QUINNE: ☽ no, that would be a dolphin ☾ FINN: oh my god you are FINN: you are way more funny than you give yourself credit for FINN: like consistently QUINNE: *she's smiling again, shaking her head* QUINNE: ☽ do we really need to go over the weed thing again? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ wait sorry ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ma ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ri ☾ QUINNE: ☽ jua ☾ QUINNE: ☽ na ☾ FINN: -laughs again- FINN: you know what FINN: i think it's actually starting to go away FINN: the effects of the FINN: marijuana QUINNE: ☽ are you sure? ☾ FINN: about 70% QUINNE: ☽ that's a good amount of percents, I think ☾ FINN: i think so too QUINNE: *casually boops his cheek with the brush. straight faced. another boop. it's gonna be another smile.* FINN: -he just lets it happen- don't make me a clown QUINNE: ☽ well now I'm thinking about it ☾ FINN: don't do it QUINNE: *here comes the smile. awww. it's adorable. except now she's painting lines up through his brows that look like exaggerated eyelashes.* QUINNE: ☽ I'm definitely not doing it ☾ FINN: oh my god stop QUINNE: ☽ I'm not doing it ☾ FINN: yes you are QUINNE: ☽ I'm not ☾ QUINNE: ☽ clowns look way different ☾ FINN: is this washable QUINNE: ☽ no ☾ QUINNE: ☽ sorry ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you're stuck like this ☾ FINN: god damn it quinne QUINNE: ☽ permanent wall and permanent face ☾ QUINNE: *casually goes back to making trees* QUINNE: ☽ are you sure you actually want fifty trees on your wall? ☾ FINN: no FINN: now that i'm rethinking it FINN: probably not QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: ☽ do you want no trees now? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ or just fewer trees ☾ FINN: i forgot why i wanted trees QUINNE: ☽ you wanted an island ☾ FINN: now i am a little concerned FINN: oh FINN: oh my god FINN: okay FINN: well FINN: let's finish these ones FINN: and then make them look not shitty FINN: make mine look not shitty FINN: and then we can call it a day QUINNE: ☽ okay ☾ QUINNE: *starts putting more happy faces on all his trees.* FINN: okay i guess i can't stop that anymore QUINNE: ☽ what do you think about a flock of katydids? ☾ FINN: maybe if they're small QUINNE: ☽ tiny ☾ QUINNE: *she gets the grass green and starts making little dots. They look more like leaves, especially when she uses the green to do some highlights on the trees.* QUINNE: *All those little katydid leaves blowing in a pretty breeze.* FINN: that's actually good QUINNE: ☽ I like them, too ☾ FINN: maybe i can like FINN: hire you to do my whole room QUINNE: ☽ if you want ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I was just going to get you some more paint to cover this up later ☾ FINN: it's not so bad QUINNE: ☽ I can make it better ☾ QUINNE: ☽ probably ☾ QUINNE: ☽ I can definitely make more bugs ☾ FINN: okay don't go too crazy with the bugs FINN: the trees are good QUINNE: ☽ are you sure though? ☾ FINN: yeah QUINNE: ☽ not even a Brazilian Treehopper? ☾ FINN: i have no idea what that is FINN: you can do some FINN: i don't know FINN: butterflies QUINNE: ☽ how about a scorpionfly? ☾ FINN: no QUINNE: ☽ did you know their "stinger" is actually their genitalia? ☾ FINN: -looks at her- FINN: what QUINNE: ☽ on scorpionflies ☾ QUINNE: ☽ it looks like a weapon ☾ QUINNE: ☽ but instead ☾ QUINNE: ☽ it's ☾ FINN: a dick QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ yes ☾ FINN: good to know QUINNE: ☽ I know ☾ FINN: ok this humidifier is FINN: going off FINN: i am not a fan of this at all FINN: what the hell was i thinking QUINNE: ☽ high you is, though ☾ FINN: high me is FINN: very up for it QUINNE: ☽ high you is up for a lot of things ☾ FINN: i've noticed that FINN: you just go along with it QUINNE: ☽ sorry to sober you ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ there's no telling if he's still not regretting this ☾ FINN: i think he's a little ashamed of how much of an idiot he looked like in front of you FINN: but he doesn't regret the time he spent with you FINN: if that makes sense QUINNE: ☽ he didn't actually look like that much of an idiot ☾ QUINNE: *she's adding some happy little bushes down at the bottom of the trees.* FINN: regardless he's grateful you came around FINN: -pauses for a second- FINN: you saved him QUINNE: *she pauses brush strokes, just still, saying nothing for a time. then, she looks at him.* QUINNE: ☽ I wanted to make sure ☾ FINN: make sure of what QUINNE: ☽ that ☾ QUINNE: ☽ you would be okay ☾ FINN: -he pauses just to look at her, just to watch her- FINN: thank you QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ will you be? ☾ FINN: -he waits a moment and then nods- yeah FINN: because of you i think QUINNE: ☽ because of you, too ☾ FINN: -he nods- because of us it is QUINNE: ☽ and because of ☾ QUINNE: ☽ ... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ .... ☾ QUINNE: ☽ actually this isn't the appropriate time for a weed joke, is it? ☾ FINN: marijuana FINN: -he smiles- QUINNE: *she huffs a little laugh... and then paints a marijuana leaf on his other cheek.* QUINNE: ☽ and this is the appropriate place for a weed joke ☾ FINN: yes FINN: yes it is QUINNE: *writes the word "weed" underneath it.* FINN: -he's still smiling goofily at her. quinne is...someone great- FINN: what are you doing now QUINNE: ☽ you know what I'm doing ☾ FINN: yeah i do QUINNE: ☽ yo ☾ QUINNE: ☽ yo yo yo ☾ FINN: -he laughs again- what is that QUINNE: ☽ it's a rap ☾ QUINNE: ☽ a weed rap ☾ FINN: adorable QUINNE: ☽ no ☾ FINN: when are you releasing your album QUINNE: ☽ I'm dropping it exclusively right now ☾ FINN: i must be caller number 9 or something QUINNE: ☽ you're mambo number five actually ☾ FINN: are you saying that because i'm hispanic QUINNE: ☽ what? ☾ FINN: nothing FINN: it was a joke QUINNE: ☽ what's a ☾ QUINNE: ☽ joke? ☾ QUINNE: ☽ can you use it in a sentence? ☾ FINN: your sass levels are high right now FINN: off the charts QUINNE: ☽ we have to keep something high ☾ QUINNE: ☽ or else there's no point in doing the weed rap ☾ QUINNE: ☽ word ☾ FINN: -he's impressed with how good of a sense of humor she has, and he's laughing- that's FINN: the cutest thing i've ever heard probably QUINNE: *wtf.... She looks back at the wall, struggling with her smile.* QUINNE: ☽ that's definitely a lie ☾ FINN: definitely not a lie QUINNE: ☽ that sounds fake, but okay ☾ FINN: -he chuckles at that before going back to the wall to fix his wonky trees. who knows what all this is going to look like tomorrow?-

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