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Who: You!
Where: Game Tower (for now)
When: Day 71, afternoon

[ It's still snowing outside. . . ! So it's pretty cold. You know what's not cold, though? The Game Tower! It's nice and warm and you are definitely being yoinked out of wherever you currently are for a ~game~. Don't worry though: you don't have to stay.

Instead of the elevators opening, the rules just appear on your phone. There's hot cocoa provided in the lobby, though in limited quantity and all of them come with marshmallows. Mandatory marshmallows. If you don't like marshmallows, well, too bad!

Incidentally, there are also a bunch of green plants growing around . . . everywhere. Everywhere!! At the doorways, in the elevators, just hanging from the ceiling, growing parasitically on plants that aren't even mistletoe . . . !? Where did they come from!? They're all tied with a red ribbon too, to make them more easily visible and clearly part of the game. They're not restricted to the game tower, either - the only places mistletoe doesn't show up in are the unit dorms. ]

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Oh Second Wife~

[ shit ]

Yes, wedding crasher?

Still sore about that? I won the duel fair and square.

Oh, that's not what I'm sore about.

Then sore I've come to ask my darling second wife for something so innocent as a kiss?

I didn't know our marriage had already fallen apart so completely.

[ Stepping forward riiiiight into his space. ]

Wrong again.

Care to try for a third guess?

[Not backing up]

Fuck. I don't fucking know.

Are you sore that you're so fucking short?

Wrong again.

[ Strike three. He places his hand in the middle of Intensity's chest and shoves him back against the nearest wall (not hard enough to harm, but certainly enough to make a point), then immediately closes the space left behind. ]

I'm sore because I don't "play second fiddle" to anyone.

[ And then he has to stand on his toes to kiss Intensity properly because he's TOO FUCKING TALL, FUCK YOU! ]

[Grunts as the breath is knocked out of him when he hits the wall. You arrogant little---

Oh.

Oh is this what's happening?

Intensity is not necessarily complaining. No, not complaining at all. Oh no. Wait. There is one complaint. How dare King think that he can fucking top!!!

Grabs King's forearms, holding him in place as he kisses back roughly, growling deep in his throat]

[ Yes this is apparently what's happening. Neat.

He's stuck in place, obviously, but that doesn't prevent him from stepping onto the tops of Intensity's shoes to get a better angle, shoving him further against the wall while he kisses him. How dare Intensity think he can fucking top?! ]

[Sure you want to be doing that, King? Because when Intensity realizes that King's full weight is resting on his shoes, he's going to bend his knees and try to topple the both of them to the floor]

[ Well

Guess we're going down then, you HUGE IDIOT!

King gasps as they topple, partially indignant at being interrupted, and partially indignant at being shoved over and forced to submit to the laws of gravity. ]

[Continued here]