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Endgame
Who: You lot
Where: Game Tower
When: Day 155, sunset
[ The house is silent; you awaken in your starter rooms, with injuries healed and the gripping hold of possession released as though it were all a dream.
It wasn't though, was it? The scars that remain, whether physical or emotional, are proof of that. If you need more proof, well - when the elevator opens for you once more, to take you back down to ground level, you'll find you can carry whatever is on your person back down with you as souvenirs, although their effects don't carry over.
Once you take the elevator down, you'll find most everyone else there too - most everyone, anyway. Some are missing, and . . . well, the doors to the outside aren't opening to let anyone out, although non-participants may enter to fret over their loved ones.
Soon enough, once the last elevators go down, the doors will unlock and you'll be free to hurry home, as the last rays of the sun disappear behind the skyline. Night is coming once more. ]
Where: Game Tower
When: Day 155, sunset
[ The house is silent; you awaken in your starter rooms, with injuries healed and the gripping hold of possession released as though it were all a dream.
It wasn't though, was it? The scars that remain, whether physical or emotional, are proof of that. If you need more proof, well - when the elevator opens for you once more, to take you back down to ground level, you'll find you can carry whatever is on your person back down with you as souvenirs, although their effects don't carry over.
Once you take the elevator down, you'll find most everyone else there too - most everyone, anyway. Some are missing, and . . . well, the doors to the outside aren't opening to let anyone out, although non-participants may enter to fret over their loved ones.
Soon enough, once the last elevators go down, the doors will unlock and you'll be free to hurry home, as the last rays of the sun disappear behind the skyline. Night is coming once more. ]
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So I don't know about that. Even like that you still really wanted me to be all right, and—things feel warmer when you're around, I guess.
[ she puts a palm against his cheek, sort of like she did before, but this time she doesn't headbutt him—just rests her forehead against his. ]
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You too. I wanna... I want t'live up to the things you see in me. I wanna keep stayin' at your side, for whatever happens.
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[ she pulls back a bit, and brushes his hair back a bit from his forehead with one hand.
...long hair not bad ]
...you're really important to me, and—I'd like to be by your side, too. For as long as I can be.
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He just wanted to do things over and kill the regret hanging in his heart.]
If-- if it's okay. Can I kiss you now?
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...honestly, I'd like nothing better.
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By all metrics, it's just a chaste press of his lips against hers. But however plain and brief it is, Griffin's chest feels like it's about to burst.]
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she drapes her arms loosely around his shoulders, and when she opens her eyes she can't keep a wide smile off her face. ]
Was that all right?
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I feel like I should ask you that. But-- yeah. I liked that... a lot.
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...let’s do it again sometime soon?
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I swear I'll get better at it with practice.
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[ she’s teasing a little, but also— ]
...I’m really glad. I didn’t think I’d be saying that here, but—can I kiss you back?
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Tries to play it cool but the deeply bashful flutter of his eyes pretty much give away it away. Also, the stammer.]
I-I mean-- sure, go for it. [so cool]
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she tilts his chin up with one hand, her other on his upper back, and leans down, lips just slightly parted and eyes closed, to press her lips against his. still gentle, still pretty chaste—trying to keep it slow and tender. ]
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Griffin's hands slide to her shoulders, and with a light gasp as her lips met his, he kisses back - with as much fledgling earnestness as he could muster.]
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she lets him set the pace—she hasn't forgotten that he was just subjected to a lot of trauma, regardless of what he calls it—but returns his earnest enthusiasm until he pulls back, or one of them has to come up for air. ]
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But the look in his eyes when he opens them is nothing short of unadulterated awe - just, head over heels. He breathes in deep, and parts his lips to try and put words to what he feels and... no sound comes out except a sigh of wonder.]
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Mm.
I, um, got a little carried away, but...
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[Griffin, in a hurry to reassure her, blurts out,] It's okay! I don't mind. [ummm] I mean--
I... don't mind following your lead.
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Well—I want to be considerate, so.
...you're really nice to kiss.
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[OH GOD HE'S SO UNCOOL RIGHT NOW WHAT SHOULD HE SAY. OH MAN OH GOD HIS STYLE METER IS AT D]
...Maybe we can, uh. Continue at home.
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[ whoever thinks either of them is cool is deeply and hilariously mistaken, because she loses her entire train of thought for a couple seconds there. ]
Mm, that—sounds like a really good plan.
[ with a slight weariness bleeding back into her voice: ] ...it'll be so nice to get out of here.
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Yeah. We should get everyone and... just fuckin' buy dinner this time. Nitro suggested some oko-- okonoyaki? Something like that. [What's Japanese food]
And take the world's longest shower.
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SEPARATELY, I MEAN--I'm not, that's-- I wouldn't--!
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I know, I know!
[ she gives a brief burst of laughter, muffled into her own hand, before catching her breath properly. ]
Soon we'll be clean and fed and safe and warm and together.
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He puts his hand over hers and laces through her fingers with his best attempt at a reassuring smile.]
An' everything else we'll figure out later.
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