SPECIAL DISASTER OVERFLOW POST

[mykidisthebest]

Continuations for Day 249 Post-Performance threads that are lost to the void

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Re: done

[takeyoutochurch]

[pokes his cheek]

If ya want me to, I will?

Re: done

[nymphcompoop]

You already did.

[PUFFS HIS CHEEK :T]

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[takeyoutochurch]

[pokes his cheek more]

Yeah but now yer makin' faces about it.

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[nymphcompoop]

'Cause you have Booker Storm cooties now. Ew.

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[takeyoutochurch]

That was months ago, don't be a baby.

Re: done

[nymphcompoop]

Booker Storm cooties are forever.

[attempts to squeeze out from under him for emphasis]

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[takeyoutochurch]

They ain't. He's just a person. His cooties wash off.

[he doesn't really stop him from wigging out from under Lea but they're still handcuffed together so he can't go far,]

Re: done

[nymphcompoop]

Not unless we give you a proper flea bath. We'll have to disinfect all your clothes, too.

[shakes his head in disappointment. once he no longer has Lea on top of him he'll just flop on his side, with the handcuffed hands on the mattress between them.

he may be staring at those a little.]

Re: done

[takeyoutochurch]

I'm pretty sure I've had enough baths to last me a lifetime. Feels like every other day I'm soakin' in the healin' pools or teachin' myself how to tread water in the swimmin' pools.

[catches him staring at the cuffs]

What, ya want some handcuffs or somethin'?

Re: done

[nymphcompoop]

[mentally, he goes through like three different possible dialogue trees, before settling on:]

What, you're going to get me some?

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[takeyoutochurch]

Who do ya think yer lookin' at? I can make ya some.

1/2

[nymphcompoop]

[NO THIS WASN'T ONE OF THE OPTIONS HE HAD CONSIDERED. he can never win.]

Wait what.

Re: done

[nymphcompoop]

[CLEARS HIS THROAT]

—No. Don't be a weirdo.

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[takeyoutochurch]

It ain't weird to get yer friend somethin' he likes.

What if I already made them for ya? Would ya still want 'em?

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[nymphcompoop]

[shoves his free hand in his face]

No!! Do you just make handcuffs in your free time? Is this a secret third job for a kink shop or what?!

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[takeyoutochurch]

[face. smushed. :(]

--Of course not! They ain't handcuffs yet. But it'd be easy to add that kinda capability.

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[nymphcompoop]

No. Give me the cat you were making that one time.

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[takeyoutochurch]

I'm givin' ya both.

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[nymphcompoop]

I don't want the handcuffs!

Re: done

[takeyoutochurch]

They ain't handcuffs, I was just messin' with ya. Though I could turn 'em into cuffs if I wanted.

[tries to reach for the drawer on his desk.....and fails. it is too far away and he doesn't want to get up]

Re: done

[nymphcompoop]

Oh... Then even more no. I wanna see what you had in mind originally.

[watches him attempt that and laughs a little.

then crawls on top and across him to try and reach himself.]

You sure you don't want me to get you something to eat?

Re: done

[takeyoutochurch]

I don't need it. How're ya plannin' on gettin' me somethin' to eat when we're stuck together?

[inside of the drawer is: the little carved wooden cat, along with a few other wooden animals, and a pair of leather arm guards. if Yue takes a closer look he will notice that the arm guards are styled with different phases of the moon. an in-depth inspection will reveal a thin secret compartment that has quality paper rolled up inside, and a notch near the wrist where a (normal, not fancy) fountain pen is fit snuggly for easy access.]

1/???

[nymphcompoop]

You open the handcuffs and let me go get the food.

[he streeeetches and feels around for the cat, since he remembers its shape. once he finds it he leaves it on Lea's chest, satisfied.]

Re: done

[nymphcompoop]

[returns to the drawer and feels around more, there is nothing in here that feels like something that could be turned handcuffs Lea—

wait......]

Re: done

[nymphcompoop]

[pulls out a single arm guard.

blinks.

what.

what is this.]