Week 4

[airlockedmods]

[After everything that this case was, you probably don't want to deal with anything else. But you wake up on Sunday, just like before, with some new memories, and some new stores to check out.

Let's see what this week brings.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Don't forget to check in, and check your memory regains! You can also stop by the gacha machine and Xander's office hours. ))

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

...I don't think you know what you're saying.

[burninglight]

What makes you think I don't?

[he doesn't.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Cuz you don't.

Like, oh, you're not averse to the idea of maybe sleeping with me sober. What a ringing endorsement. Such praise. I'm a giddy schoolgirl.

[burninglight]

I'm trying to get to the point of 'what if they're on to something even we're not fully conscious of?'.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm pretty sure we'd know if we were sleeping together. Heart would have something to say about it, for one.

[burninglight]

...gods, you can not be this dense.

I'm saying what if we were before?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Then they wouldn't know anything about that, cuz we don't, either.

[burninglight]

Do you know nothing of the concept of muscle memory?

[motherfucking_ghost]

You saying you wanna fuck and if we feel like we've done it before then we probably have?

[burninglight]

No--I'm not just leaping to that immediately!

[motherfucking_ghost]

Then I don't know what you're trying to say!

[burninglight]

I'm--you're so idiotic, why can't you just shut up and let me try to figure out how to say this-?!

[Fuck it.]

[He's just gonna grab Church's collar and do the stupidest thing imaginable:]

[Kissing him.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He's expecting an argument. And hey, if it gets physical, well, that seems like the way their shit escalates. What he doesn't expect is a kiss.

He brings his hands up to--to do what? Push? Pull? He's not sure, so they just hover awkwardly.]

[burninglight]

[It felt...strange, really. Not in the way he'd expected, like it was his first kiss in two thousand years--more like a practiced thing that had been long since forgotten and lost.]

[...There was something deeply familiar here, and yet so alarmingly foreign that he broke it off after a moment and let go of Church's shirt.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Okay, so. You definitely want to sleep with me, that's...that's pretty much confirmation right there.

[burninglight]

...you're still stupid.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You wanna bang me because the guy who wouldn't know a human emotion if it decapitated him thought we should bang, and I'm the stupid one?

[burninglight]

I wanted to kiss you to see what happened, I'm not going to fuck you just for the hell of it!

[motherfucking_ghost]

Did you think I was gonna punch you, what did you think was gonna happen, I'm gonna invite you back to the scarf shack?

[burninglight]

...Actually, I thought you might hit me.

[motherfucking_ghost]

The thought crossed my mind.

[burninglight]

Go ahead, then. I’m being an utter lunatic, so clearly I deserve it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

What, and punish you for doing the human thing and giving into your impulse to smooch this handsome visage?

[burninglight]

...You’re ridiculous. [But....well look at that, he’s smiling.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

And you're a weirdo, but a weirdo with good taste.