w7 not-curfew: everyone confess your crushes to ylfa.

[rewriter]

[we are depressed. we are in ikea. we are depressed in ikea.]

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[ashmark]

I think witnesses make it more... redeeming or something.

[adorabrawler]

Who's the judge of that?

[ashmark]

[ hm. ]








I only have blasphemous answers.

[adorabrawler]

Heh. We could probably go without...

[ashmark]

Yeah, I think bringing about the wrath of any god would break my innocent maiden streak.

[adorabrawler]

Not feeling adventurous enough to try?

[ashmark]

[ just. looks at her. ]

I will be quadruple-dead if anyone catches me bringing the wrath of god upon us.

[adorabrawler]

What could you do that'd make god that angry?

[ashmark]

[ lol. ]

Sometimes you just aren't god's favorite. [ she is pretending to be extra sad ]

[adorabrawler]

Did he single you out...?

[ashmark]

No.

But I'm definitely not a favorite.

[adorabrawler]

Aw...

That's okay—you're our favorite instead.

[ashmark]

[ STOP DON'T BE NICE TO HER SHE CAN'T MAKE A JOKE ABOUT IT ]

O-oh, no, that's... that's okay, I don't need the pity.

[ she is actually quite touched ]

[adorabrawler]

[ COMPLIMENT TERRORISM GO ]

It's not pity, I'm being honest!

[ashmark]

[ THIS IS MEAN ]

Yeah? Is it because I'm your favorite least favorite?

[adorabrawler]

What? Don't be weird.

[ashmark]

After the day we've had, I can be a little weird.

[adorabrawler]

You gotta be the good kind of weird, not the self-depreciating kind.

[ashmark]

Fine, fine.

I'm at least someone's favorite.

[adorabrawler]

That's more like it!