Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[buddyoldpal]

Heh. Guess it's a fuckin' talent.

[ He smiles a little, resting his hand on the small of her back. He really won't have anywhere to go if they make it out of this. And if this is hell? Then they won't have anywhere to even go back to. All the same...

Even if it's a naive lie, he'll keep it up for her. ]

I wouldn't wanna leave without ya, Queenie-chan.

[goteachother]

[It's incredibly naive, she knows that. She doesn't really expect it to work. But until they know for sure it won't it gives her something to hold on to. It makes it easier to ignore how much this thing between them is likely to hurt.]

You better not. [A kiss but she's trying not to cry all over again. The thought of losing him hurts so much, even though she knows it's a very real possibility.]

Gonna keep you with me as long as I can.

[buddyoldpal]

Same goes for ya.

[ Anyone dumb enough to kill Queenie would be looking at knife in the back from Nishitani, there's no doubt about that. But he wouldn't give them the chance, he won't let that happen.

He pulls her close and lays them back down. ]

I ain't gonna letcha outta my sights if I can help it, ya got me? Even if it means we gotta stay in bed all Thursday.

[ He wouldn't complain of course. ]

[goteachother]

Okay... yeah.

[She curls into him, tucking herself under his arm and kissing his chest.]

I- [She stops herself, swallows down the words, tries to laugh it off and press a chuckle into his skin. No, he would not appreciate that sentiment, she doesn't think so anyway. Might be a little too much for the big bad mobster to have his doll saying things like "I love you".

So, for now, she keeps it to herself.]

[buddyoldpal]

Yeah. I got ya, babe.

[ Sometimes you don't need words to get your point across, he gets that. He pulls her close and kisses the top of her head. He doesn't deserve someone this good. ]

I'm here for ya. I swear.