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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[camena]

... Listen, there are reasons for that...

[rewriter]

Okay, well, there's a reason I'm not talking about mine.

[camena]

For the record, I am curious, but like... It's—kind of a big deal? To like someone. You should at least tell them, if you get a chance. Even if you don't tell me.

[rewriter]

[... she frowns, a little.]

I just... don't want to ruin things again. [sometimes you have One (1) messy break up and it fucks you up.] What if I say something and make things so awkward that they start avoiding me? Or worse, it changes everything and they don't even want me to go home with them anymore? I don't think I could stand that.

[camena]

Well—a couple of things. Like, were you planning to go home with them after this? Because otherwise the 'things getting weird' and 'avoiding you' parts are really already not a problem.

[rewriter]

I want to. They offered, and I don't have any intention to go back to my own world, so...

[camena]

Okay, that does make it a little harder...

But, I dunno. Things can go through awkward patches and then still turn out fine. Whether you end up together or just stay friends. Wouldn't it kind of... really suck to not even get to find out if things could be good?

[rewriter]

[just a face that's like

eughhhhhhh]

I'll... think about it, I guess. [...] Have you ever confessed your feelings to someone? Like, before the Reaper's game.

[camena]

Not really. I'd never really liked anyone enough to.

[rewriter]

Ehh... You totally make it sound like you're talking from experience.

[camena]

Nahh, I'm just a simple romantic.

[rewriter]

You're nosy, is what you are.

[camena]

... That too!