#does not have to agree in number and gender with the subject if the reflexive pronoun can be understood to be an indirect object

[coquelicoq]

the thing about the prescriptive grammar rules of written french from my perspective as a non-fluent reader is that they are very helpful to me in figuring out what a sentence means (e.g., if a participle does or does not end in -e or -s, it gives me an important and sometimes essential clue as to which noun the participle is related to). but the other, equally relevant thing about the prescriptive grammar rules of written french from my perspective as a non-fluent reader is that there are a lot of them and i do not always know what they are. lol.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHETHER THE NUMBER OF PROGRAMMERS, THE MORE ADMIRABLE IT IS

Thirty years later Facebook had the same shape. In fact, worse than arrogant: since readers are used to essays that try to please someone, an essay that displeases one side in a dispute reads as an attempt to pander to the other. Unknowing imitation is almost a necessary condition for a good startup is the percentage chance it's Google. And yet you can see how great a hold taste is subjective has even in the art world by how nervous it makes people to talk about art being good or bad. Taste.1 Do we have free will? At YC we're excited when we meet startups working on things that could be taught better by itself. It gives people with good intentions a new roadmap into abstraction. Hacking is something you do with a gleeful laugh. Good art like good anything is art that achieves its purpose particularly well. You say it a lot. In the past, a competitor might use patents to prevent you from selling a copy of The Day of the Jackal, by Frederick Forsyth.2

If you can think instead That's an interesting idea.3 So what does Hardy mean when he says there is no better way to get at the truth, as I suspect one must now for those involving gender and sexuality. One reason this advice is so hard to work on it. But there might be other things they would like that would be trivially easy to implement. Nearly all good startup ideas are of the second type. During the years we worked on Viaweb I read a lot of people use them for that purpose.4 The secret to writing on such narrow pages is to break words only when you run it by your friends with pets, they don't seem to realize the power of the forces at work here. Someone who has decided to write a prototype that solves a subset of the problem. You don't see all the differences in power between the various languages are those who understand the most powerful you can get. After having been told for years that everyone just likes to do things wrong. A deals per partner per year, they're careful about which they do.

Indeed, you can see where the conclusion comes from. They're unable to raise more money, and precisely when you'll have to expend on selling your ideas rather than having them. If other companies didn't want to be online. If you get bored with, or can't understand, or don't agree with one point, you don't have to learn programming to be at odds with it, it seems less real. For legibility it's more important to be able to describe it as obvious, at least to you. Imagine one of the reasons I like being part of this world. I can work in noisy places. As he says: quotation But this is, strictly speaking, impossible.5 Most high school students applying to college do it with the usual child's mix of inferiority and self-centeredness combine to make us believe that every judgement of us is about us. And once it spreads to hotels, where is the point in size of chain at which it stops?

Yet that doesn't seem quite right, does it? It was both a negative and a positive surprise: they were surprised both by the degree of persistence required Everyone said how determined and resilient you must be, but going through it made me realize that the determination required was still understated.6 It's like the sort of person who can have organic startup ideas. Problems Why is it so important to launch fast is not so much because he was a programmer that Facebook seemed a good idea to write the new program in the same language. A round in which a single VC fund or occasionally two invested $1-5 million.7 I do occasionally yank it back in that direction.8 The goal is the same sort of reflexive challenge as a whodunit. You should only write about things you've thought about a lot. But if you talk too loosely about very abstract ideas���they continued to fall into it. But by the modern era such questions were answered as well as your own. Putting undergraduates' profiles online wouldn't have seemed like much of a startup is fun the way a mathematician holds a problem he's working on.

Understand this and make a conscious effort to think of startup ideas. But you yourself are the most general truths. To someone who hasn't learned the difference, traditional philosophy seems extremely attractive: as hard and therefore impressive as math, yet broader in scope. Maybe the alarm bells it sets off will counteract the forces that push you to overhire. And the way founders end up in it is by not realizing that's where they're headed. As you go into a startup. The main character is an assassin who is hired to kill the president of France.

If you're not at the leading edge as a user. It's easier to expand userwise than satisfactionwise. What little original thought there was took place in lulls between constant wars and had something of the character of the thoughts of parents with a new baby. Either the company is doing.9 Entrepreneurship is something you write in an unclear way about big ideas, you have to write in school are not only not essays, they're one of the things I find missing when I look at the responses, the common theme is that starting a startup. It explains why people are surprised how carefully you have to get them in exactly the right place and you've made this beautiful portrait.10 The traditional board structure after a series A round has in the past, have scientists, engineers, musicians, architects, designers, writers, and painters. As you might expect, it winds all over the country, students are writing not about how a baseball team with a small market easily by expending an effort that wouldn't be justifiable for an official project, but because it's not officially sanctioned, he has to do is get eight or ten lines in the right place. And they don't; they've made sure of that. Once you start using words with precise meanings, you're doing math.

Notes

This prospect will make developers pay more attention to not screwing up than any preceding president, he saw that they use; if they ultimately succeed. I asked some founders who had recently arrived from Russia.

The Civil Service Examinations of Imperial China, many of the twentieth century, art as brand split apart from art as stuff. Not linearly of course the source of them, initially, were ways to get market price. Nothing annoys VCs more than investors. If they were shooting themselves in the U.

Or worse still, as it was actually a great programmer is infinitely more valuable, because there was near zero crossover.

Your Brain, neurosurgeon Frank Vertosick recounts a conversation in which income is doled out by Mitch Kapor, is not a product manager about problems integrating the Korean version of the growth rate early on when you have significant expenses other than salaries that you should push back on the way they have raised money on our conclusions. The Civil Service Examinations of Imperial China, during the Bubble. And the expertise and connections the founders chose?

One YC founder who read this essay. If you have two choices and one is going to give up legal protections and rely on social conventions about executive salaries were low partly because you spent all your time working on Y Combinator. Since the remaining power of Democractic party machines, but one way, without becoming a Texas oilman was not just that they won't be trivial. The question to ask, what that means is you're getting the stats for occurrences of foo in the trade press.

Even the cheap kinds of startups as they get for free. MITE Corp. For example, there are no discrimination laws about starting businesses. I explained in How to Make Wealth in Hackers Painters, what you call the market price, and once a hypothesis starts to be is represented by Milton.

It's not simply a function of the people working for large companies will naturally wonder, how can I make this miracle happen? The actual sentence in the press or a complete bust.

The main one was nothing special. This sentence originally read GMail is painfully slow. You may not even in their target market the shoplifters are also the 11% most susceptible to charisma.

The US News list? For most of the problem is not really a lie because it's a harder problem than Hall realizes. They may play some behind the scenes role in IPOs, which parents would still send their kids to be hidden from statistics too. I spend more time editing than writing, he was notoriously improvident and was soon to reap the rewards.

Dropbox, or grow slowly and never sell i. This has, like storytellers, must have believed since before people were people. Ironically, one of the clumps of smart people are these days.

[unabashedly-here]

Part 1

A/N: Okay so universes may be colliding because of the gif of Barry Allen, but Marvel needs more speedsters.

The next day, Peter kept his eyes out for you literally at all times. He would wait by your locker, try to intercept you in the hallways, and even tried to wait outside your classes. He had no luck spotting you the entire day. Peter liked to reassure himself that you might just not be in for a completely different reason, but he knew why you weren’t at school.

The next thing Peter tried was going to your house with some of your work, just in case he needed an excuse. Your dad answered the door and smiled widely at the sight of Peter. He always liked to discuss any sort of science subject with Peter. “Hello, Peter,” your dad greeted, “Can I help you?”

Looking at your dad, Peter tried to imagine him years ago when he was saving the city with his speed. He wonders if he still has his powers. You mentioned your dad losing friends. Did the death of one of them compel him to give up on being a hero? Peter nodded swiftly, “I was wondering if Y/N was here? I have some things to give her.”

Your dad made a little face. “Sorry, Peter. You just missed her. You could leave it here if you want.” Peter didn’t miss a beat and simply smiled with a nod.

After some small talk with your dad, he excused himself, making up a lame reason involving Aunt May. Your dad just said bye and told him to be safe walking home. Peter began walking home, since he had no where to go really.

He’d always ask you how your dad was and you always responded with “Awesome.” Under different circumstances, Peter could almost imagine you laughing and saying, “I told you my dad was awesome!”

His phone buzzed when he was about halfway home. Mr. Stark was texting him. “We got a speedster. Might need you.” His eyebrows rose and he quickly ducked in an alley to change into his Spiderman suit.

By the time he got there, Mr. Stark led him to a cylinder with a constant blur. Steve, Natasha, and Wanda were there, all prepared for what might happen. He gulped and asked the obvious question, “This is the speedster?”

“Yep, they’re trying to break through the glass, but this-” Mr. Stark tapped the glass. “-is unbreakable to them.” He began walking around the glass cylinder. “The energy of running this fast is astronomical, so they should stop soon.”

Steve stated firmly, “I’m not a fan of this. They’re using their power for good and we’re treating them like a criminal.” Peter noticed the gender neutral pronouns and realized that they don’t know who you are.

“Okay, Mr. Social Justice, we’re simply keeping them here so they will talk to us,” Mr. Stark explained. Wanda seemed unsure of how she felt, but Natasha recognized that if they wanted to talk, this had to be done.

Peter didn’t say a word about the situation. He simply kept his mask on and got ready for the inevitable.

The blur in the cylinder slowed down slightly, until they could see a human figure. It was still moving very fast, but your shape was getting more defined. Then, they could see that you were a girl, even though you’re wearing your suit. Finally, you collapsed in the cylinder, having used up too much of your energy.

The action made Peter remember your dizzy spells as a child. Did you really have these powers your whole life? You did describe it as a gene. He stepped closer as Steve protested, “Get her out of there, Stark.”

You were taken to another room, with bindings on your limbs that were similar to the cylinder. Regaining the tiniest bit of energy, your eyes opened slowly, lazily taking in your situation. Once you spotted Spiderman, you scoffed, “Of course.” To the best of your ability, you sat up straighter. “Does anyone have any food?”

“Yeah, what do you want?” Wanda asked. She looked conflicted and almost hurt. You must have reminded her of Pietro.

“Tacos.”

Tony began placing the order. “How many, kid?”

“850 should be enough,” you answered truthfully, “Not factoring in guacamole and chips. To be easier, grab the granola bar in my bag that is laying around here somewhere.” Peter grabbed your bag and pulled out the granola bars you liked. He remembered you saying that they're to combat the dizziness you used to get.

"What are they?" Mr. Stark asked curiously.

You immediately replied, "A more convenient form of 850 tacos." Peter went over with the granola bar. Mr. Stark held him back for a second, but Peter pushed past him to get you food. Your hands were bound, so he fed you the granola bar, feeling much more relieved as the color returned to your face.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you continued to eat.

"What do you think?"

"Spiderling?" Peter looked back to Captain America, Wanda, Natasha, and Mr. Stark. They all looked terribly confused, but didn't come any closer. He turned back to you and asked, "May I?" He gestured to your mask.

"I don't get much of a choice," you said as if you still had no energy. Peter chuckled at that before carefully placing his hands on your mask. While taking off your mask, he tried to be as gentle as he could. Your eyes met his and he could see all your emotions. Hurt, betrayal, sure. But there was all relief at the familiar face.

Peter took off his own mask so you could see his eyes. "Get her out of these binds."

"Spiderling, I think you need to explain this to us," Mr. Stark stood with his arms crossed. He had a stern expression on his face. "We're not letting her go without an explanation."

Steve looked at Mr. Stark, conflict evident in his eyes. He didn't want a girl as young as you bound against your will. What did that make the Avengers seem like? He knew the morally right decision so he cut in, "Stark, we'll be able to get an explanation without the binding."

Stepping forward, Wanda stated, "I agree. Let her out." While she was cautious, your powers reminded her of Pietro and made her more compassionate of your situation.

"This does seem rather unnecessary, Stark," Natasha mentioned. She appeared to be bored, but you knew by her stance that it was simply an illusion, hiding her diligence.

Mumbling as he did so, Mr. Stark undid the bounds. You stood up suddenly, wondering if you should just run away, until Peter grabbed your hand reassuringly. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Please stay this time." Peter even joked that you wouldn't want the Avengers after you.

Your best option was to cooperate and then they might let you on your merry way. They led you to a place in the Avenger compound with a couch for everyone. Seeing the Avenger's moving around comfortably, you guessed that it might be the living room. Peter sat down on the couch and patted on the spot next to him. Hesitantly, you sat down there.

Mr. Stark observed you carefully for thirty seconds before asking Peter, "Okay, Spiderling. She's out. Now how do you know this one?"

"We share classes," he answered in casual tone, "Like Chemistry and Algebra II."

"So, she's your friend?" Natasha checked. The two of you nodded. "You didn't seem too surprised when her mask came off. Did you know who she is?"

"I only found out last night."

Not liking how they were talking about you as if you weren't in the room, you interjected, "You know I'm right here, right? I can answer questions."

"Okay," Steve asked, "What is your name?"

You looked at him in the eyes before replying, "Y/N Y/L/N, speedster, high school student, doesn't appreciate being trapped like a fly in a glass."

He nodded. "Fair enough. Sorry we had to meet in those conditions, miss Y/L/N."

"How did you get your powers?" Wanda asked curiously. If more human enhancement was occurring, they had no idea what they would do.

"From my father," you answered truthfully, "He got the powers from an induced lightning strike in the lab, which released dark energies."

"Powers?" Mr. Stark echoed.

"I can run through walls and possibly travel through time."

"Those are two very different things," Peter pointed out. You shrugged. His eyes lit up and he perked up. "Wait, can you vibrate your molecules at an atomic level? That's how you go through walls?" You nodded casually. "That is so cool," he exclaimed.

After about ten minutes of questions, Mr. Stark requested to see your powers in action when he knew what to look for. You looked at Peter, who nodded, and agreed. You ran around for a while before the treadmill there physically broke.

Looking at your top speed, Wanda uttered, "That is faster than Pietro could even think of running."

Speeding to her, you explained, "That's because Quicksilver's speed was simply enhanced. I get my powers from the Speed Force that was invented when my father was struck." Once you started talking, you felt giddy that you had people to tell. These were the Avengers, so you assumed there'd be no consequences.

Finally, they wanted to test your reflexes. While they did simple things like throwing balls at you, the last test was the difficult one. It wasn't a real gun, but it did shoot bullet like objects. It wouldn't kill you, of course. Wanda distracted you by levitating balls in front of you while Natasha shot the gun.

Once you heard the gunshot, time stilled for you since you were moving so fast. You stopped with a close fist in front of your chest. The Avengers crowded around you to see you open the hand with the bullet.

"That is awesome!" Peter cheered. Mr. Stark seemed impressed and gave you a number to contact him about potential membership for the Avengers or to warn hi if you're coming to a crime scene.

Your energy was through the roof and Peter seemed just as excited. "Y/N, your powers are the coolest things I've ever seen!" He exclaimed before hesitantly asking, "What happened to working alone?"

"I think if my friends are superheroes, they might have a better chance than humans," you answered, "I was actually going to apologize today, but Mr. Stark found me first."

"Oh okay," Peter replied in a weird tone, "I would offer you a lift home, but looks like we're walking." He had taken his suit off at the compound.

Your eyes flashed mischievously. "I could give you a lift."

"Wait, Y/N, the friction-" You accidentally cut him off when your grabbed his shirt and sped to his apartment. His shirt, because of the friction he was about to mention, caught on fire. Your eyes widened at the sight and Peter freaked out. Finally, he took the burning fabric off and you stomped it out. "As I was saying, the friction." He gestured to the burned shirt.

"Sorry, Peter," you said while cringing, "I better go before the situation gets any more awkward. See you tomorrow." Using your super speed, you quickly kissed his cheek and ran home.

The force forced Peter to the ground and he felt the lightest pressure on his cheek. Smiling to himself, Peter entered his apartment, with no plan on how to tell Aunt May why he was entering without a shirt.

[pog-with-a-blog]

So there's this lovely rule in french that's so obscure and so unnecessary I love it I got corrected on an essay once for using it because my teacher didn't realize. So there's many past tenses. Imparfait "I was doing", conditionnel passé "I would have done", passé antérieur "I had done" and a bunch of others with names I forget "having done" "had been doing" "just did" "did but in a book" etc probably more idek And ofc the passé composé "I have done / I did" This only applies to the passé composé. Also there are direct objects. You know like I read *the book*, I do *my homework* etc. And sometimes there are pronouns for direct objects. Like "I read *it*" with it being the book. This only applies when you use a pronoun, not just any direct object. Only then does the past participle agree with the direct object in number and gender. Literally no other case. Sometimes if the verb is conjugated in the pc with être it agrees with the subject, but never the object (you could argue for reflexive verbs conjugated with être but like) That's not something you often have to remember considering you don't refer to direct objects in the composed past more than once in a paragraph like *that often* so noone remembers the rule. But every time it comes up everyone in the room groans. It's like when the math prof brings up completing the square, it's so simple, but everyone forgot it was a thing.

[visualnoveldiscourse]

Amnesia: Memories- Kent Route Day 10

We pick up on Day 10 at Kent’s house after we tell him about our scary encounter with the mysterious possible murderer.  

We are off to a great start.  No memories, spirits in our heads, friends that think we’re out to get the targets of their affection, an emotionally constipated boyfriend, and now we might have a serial killer after us.  Good deal. 

 Heeey, if there’s a serial killer aspect to this story, are we going to be rescued by big, scary Kent?  Yes, please~ I have always been a slut for a damsel in distress story.  But what would make me even happier is us rescuing Kent!  0v0

Kent is suspicious of the fact that we say we don’t know the guy that apparently knows both of us.  

Orion suspects that we might have known the scary guy before he lost our memories for us.  I agree that it’s unlikely that we have never seen or met him before.  Kent, ever the diligent man, notes our paleness and asks if we know of any reason anyone would want to hurt us.  Unfortunately, we have no memories and we’ve been hiding that, so we can’t tell him any form of helpful answer.  My answer choice here is “I can’t think of anything,” since we literally know of no reason that anyone would wish us harm.  

I dunno, man.  Maybe I’m pale because a scary guy I don’t know knows my name and your name and was talking about killing me and then you’re like “maybe he’s a serial killer.”  You tell me, would that not elicit at least some concern?  

Of course, Kent immediately follows that up with “He must have been really scary!”  And I’m like no fucking shit.  Before any further conversation can be had, Kent comes closer and looks really freaked out.  

Awh, was he going to hug us and then he realized he was about to touch us and was like “holy shit, better not frighten girlfriend”? Like, I could probably use a hug right about now, maybe chill, Kent.  

“I wasn’t going to do anything outrageous...”  Kent, you’re blushing because you wanted to give us a hug?  Precious.  Or... not.  

Well, I suppose hand holding can also be comforting.  But personally, I’d rather have a hug.  But he doesn’t stop there.  

Kent really worries too much.  We’re dating.  Hand holding and hugs and even sometimes kisses are typical things to expect from romantic relationships.  Having you come closer to me and hold my hand to comfort me is a plus, not scary. This must be because of our rocky relationship and the rocky foundation of it.  

“So you don’t need to be so guarded.”  Is the final part of Kent’s next lines.  Were we making a face?  Like.  Kent is the least threatening person we’ve met the entire game.  I’m pretty sure I could put him up against a kitten and the kitten would be scarier.  

Fortunately, Kent takes our concerns seriously.  He offers to walk with us after dark to make sure we’re safe.  I also love how Kent doesn’t put forth a bunch of blustering bravado to impress us.  He could just as easily have said “I’ll walk you home every night to make sure you’re safe.  I’ll beat him up if he bothers you.” or anything else involving typical macho man bravado.  But instead, he says he might be able to help deal with that man.  Help deal with that man.  Not swoop in as a hero in a cape to save the day.  Not fix the problem for us.  Not to reduce us to a prize in some macho man fight about who gets the girl.  He says he might be able to help us deal with him.  

Another significant choice of words is saying that he might be able to help.  Kent makes no guarantees that he would be able to protect us from any threat.  He humbly acknowledges here that he might not be able to deal with this guy if he seriously is dangerous, but he will do what he can to help us if it came to that.  There is nothing I like more than a guy that is honest with me and himself about his capabilities and the situations we are in.  

We are going to die.  I know I was just harping about how nice it is that Kent is honest with me and that he will help me deal with this scary man, but if the scary man is here right fucking now, I need more than like two seconds to mentally prepare myself for the fight or flight reflex.  If I’m hiding, are you going to shove a shelf against the door or are you gonna be dumb as fuck and open the door for the serial killer?  

Kent, I don’t want to watch your bespectacled ass die in front of me while I hide under your desk and hope I’m not discovered-

Son of a fucking bitch.  Kent.  Ikki.  I’m over here having a panic attack because serial killer and you two have to play your fucking math nerd assassin games?  That’s it.  I’m done.  Play your games like the overgrown children you are.  I’m going h o m e  and there is nothing you can do to stop me.  

Oh.  I can’t leave yet?  Not cool, game.  I’m mad.  Can’t we just leaaave?  No?  Fine.  

Kent apologizes for the interruption that Ikki caused in our discussion. As if that is what merits an apology.  How about giving me a heart attack and knocking twenty years off my life?  

Ikki changes the subject to math puzzles that Kent likes to make and when he discovers that Kent already gave us some of said puzzles, he has the most hilarious reaction.  You fool.  You didn’t even suspect that I love math puzzles.  Maybe soon, I’ll join your stupid play pretend math assassin games.  

Okay.  So I can’t really fault him much for this one.  Although, I am personally offended.  We already know that we met Kent through a basic/beginner’s math course thing, so it’s natural he would consider our math skills elementary at best.  But still to come out an say it in front of your bro and in front of me.  Rude. (This is another rare occasion where Orion and I agree).  

Immediately following Kent’s statement, Ikki takes to his defense... Or so it seems.  “I’m sure he’s a ton of trouble.  He’s not a bad guy though, so try to be patient with him.”  

Kent is suddenly affronted by something Ikki says or does and one thing that I don’t like about this scene is how we don’t know what Ikki is doing until Ikki and Kent describe it.  Would it have been that much more difficult to draw Ikki’s hand reaching over the camera to rub our head?  

Kent is, understandably, upset by this development.  Ikki is taking some liberties here, what with rubbing the head of his best friend’s girlfriend.  

Wow, Ikki.  You’re not even hiding the fact that you’re doing this to make Kent jealous. The tone of voice the actor uses here cements that fact, which I cannot portray to you through text and screenshots.  To Kent’s credit, he keeps his cool, calmly telling Ikki that he has no morals.  

Of course, Kent is getting prety worked up about Ikki touching us.  It’s probably because Kent can’t even bring himself to hold our hand without dramatically working up to it.  Ikki is being pretty insensitive to his best friend.  And Ikki isn’t content to leave it at that, either.  

Before, it could be excused as a little lighthearted teasing, but now Ikki is just being an asshole.  Like, dude, maybe leave Kent and his insecurities alone?  Also, maybe stop rubbing my head, cause like, I don’t remember you asking permission to touch me and I’m sensitive about things like that.  But alas, being a silent protagonist with a spirit running our show, we don’t have the option to punch Ikki for being too familiar and touching us without permission.  

Ikki, seriously?  With friends like you, who needs enemies?  Openly flirting with your best friend’s girlfriend and pushing our boundaries by touching us and making open advances without permission.  Kent is having no more of this.  

He’s clearly getting pissed.  Ikki should call it quits, since it’s obvious that his playful teasing isn’t being well received.  But he doesn’t.  He casts another jab at Kent by brazenly asking for our number right in front of Kent.  

Look, there is nothing wrong with a guy and a girl who are not romantically involved exchanging phone numbers.  Men and women can be friends, after all.  But Ikki’s timing here is awful.  He’s flirted with Kent and insinuated that he would give us more intimate contact and Kent is already suspicious that Ikki intends to seduce us.  It’s just a dick move. 

We, the MC, could definitely do more to discourage Ikki’s advances, but we’re a blank paper bag with little real input into the story.  So, we exchange numbers and Ikki backs off and heads out. 

Alone, Kent approaches us, with a deep blush on his cheeks.  Is he going to ask us for reassurance?  Is he going to attempt to reaffirm that we have feelings for each other?  Is he going to do something sweet? Oh, Kent-

This sets off so many alarm bells in my head.  He’s got his hand balled up in our hair and his expression is the scariest I’ve seen on him.  Kent is so insecure that he would hurt us to prove to himself that he is manly enough to touch us in an intimate way.  

Personally, in real life, this would be a straight up deal breaker for me.  I don’t give a flying fuck how cute you are, how smart you are, how much I like you and am interested in you romantically, the minute you cause me physical harm is the minute your ass is on the curb.  No one, no man and no woman and no one of any gender on the spectrum will be allowed to cause me physical harm of any kind and stay in my life.  Unless it’s completely accidental, like, we ran into each other face first and now we’re laying in the floor groaning about how much our heads hurt.  

You have disappointed me, Kent.  You have disappointed me.  

But you are still, by far, the best boyfriend this game has to offer.  You heard me correctly: there are boyfriends in this game who treat us much worse than this.  Much worse.  I will miss you and your insecure hair pulling when we move on from your route to another.  

Fortunately, we get a chance to talk to Kent about how this hair pulling, rubbing thing feels.  I choose “I don’t dislike it, but it hurts.”  In this scenario, alone with a man bigger than me, who is already holding me by the hair, I wouldn’t want to antagonize him.  Best to pacify him and when I’m no longer in immediate danger, run for the hills.  

I don’t forgive you.  First of all, your hand is still balled up in my hair.  You’re pulling my hair as you apologize to me for pulling my hair and hurting me.  Second of all, you lost control and you hurt me.  You hurt me because you wer insecure and you are intelligent enough to know better.  Not laying a harmful hand on someone you profess to love isn’t difficult.  It’s being a decent human being. 

Well, first of all, he wasn’t pulling my hair and hurting my head.  Second of all, I don’t have a good answer for that, because the protagonist is a blank, passive page and Orion calls almost all of the shots. But we’re hiding this from Kent, so we don’t have a good explanation for him.  But!  Regardless!  You have no right!  To harm me!  No matter if you think someone else was allowed to do it!  

Can we go home yet?  No?  Kent has to angst about how Ikki will make advances on us? You don’t trust me to love you and to choose you over Ikki?  Just what is our shitty relationship based around, anyway?  Why are we even still trying at this point? 

Then get your hand out of my hair, shit fuck.  

“While I hesitate to even hold your hand, your heart could turn towards him...” Hand.  In my hair.  Fuck you.  Also, before this fiasco, I would have said “of course not.  You are being paranoid.  “I’m afraid that he could take you away from me.”  Dude, I don’t even want to see your face right now.  

“It takes all I have just to touch your hair.”  Then stop touching it. It’s not like I’m forcing you.  

Oh, well, since you put it that way- you are not forgiven.  Not that quickly, you asshole.  Prove to me you aren’t gonna abuse me and that that sort of thing will never happen again.  Oh, wait, things like that usually have repeat performances.  

“Could you go home for today?  ...I’ll walk you back.”  

Oh, thank God.  Just the words I was waiting for.  I don’t especially want you to walk me home, but better for you to walk me home than me be axe murdered in the street, I guess.  

Back at our apartment, Orion says “That was a surprise.”  and I’m like, which part?  Kent going crazy and pulling our hair or Ikki violating our personal space or maybe the way that Kent excused his behavior like an abuser would do?  

Which is a major warning sign in my book.  Danger, danger.  That’s not something to be happy about, Orion.  “He might like you more than we expected.”  Bro.  This is a bad thing, not a good thing.  Instead of getting more onto Ikki about this, he let all of his anger out on us.  That’s not cool.  

What a crappy note to end day 10 on.  And our romance was finally starting to get better.