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[fullbodied]

Who: North, and you!
Where: The tea shop
When: Day 116, brunch

[North is doing her first live? her first live! and she's got a little cake in front of her, as she's broadcasting from her phone, with some clearly bad acting.]

Heyyy! I've never done a live before, so go easy on me, okayyyy? Anyway--

I'm gonna beeeeeet noooooo one can eat as much cake as me!

And loser has to braid the winner's hair. Nya.

If you think you can beeeeeeat meeeee. [she winks]

But you can't! Bye!

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[foolmetwice]

[lifts his gaze to stare at her]

[mouth curving into a smirk]

[and continues staring as he shoves more cake into his stupid mouth]

[fullbodied]

[SHE LOCKS EYES WITH HIM.

prove to her you can do this.

this is the most serious thing you will ever do, to earn her respect]

[foolmetwice]

[SLICE THIRTEEN. . .]

[. . . his stomach kind of hurts. . .]

[fullbodied]

[surely... he has to be in pain.

just like she was.

DOES SHE SEE THE WEAKNESS.]

[foolmetwice]

[YES. . . SHE DOES. . . especially when he picks up slice fourteen]

[but he's determined, and he's chasing it with some more water, and taking a break once he finishes slices fourteen[

[IS THIS WHERE HE IS DEFEATED]

[fullbodied]

[HE HAS TO HIT 15 TO WIN, SHE'S JUST WAITING... WITH BAITED BREATH.]

[foolmetwice]

[he stares at slice 15 for a good, long moment]

[a very long moment]






[and then he devours it, quickly washing it down with water, before just. . . faceplanting onto the table]

[HE'S GONNA BE SICK]

[fullbodied]

... Are you okay? Do you need a bathroom?

[she's a LITTLE concerned]

[foolmetwice]

[muttering something indiscriminately and inaudibly against the table]

[. . . he might. . .]

[fullbodied]

[she stares. and then points.]

Go.

Don't throw up on the table!

[foolmetwice]

[yeah okay]

[brb stumbling to the bathroom]

[fullbodied]

And just so you know-- eating it all and throwing it up doesn't count, Mars!

[foolmetwice]

[can't reply, too busy being sick in the bathroom]

[BUT IT TOTALLY COUNTS]