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Last time, you got married! That sums it up perfectly. Right now, you’re experiencing your honeymoon at a hostel near the Mirror Summit, the sister mountain of the one in Xumenlo, but here, in Lokyo! They’re a perfect mirror match to one another! How anyone found that out is beyond your understanding, and you have a lot of knowledge to spare thanks to a magical cheese from a Goddess from another time…
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What really happened is that the fake wedding went well, and you asked your fake wife for the best spot to celebrate, so here you are, waiting for the others to arrive. You got into more comfortable clothes in the meantime, tailor-made doesn’t mean much when the suit isn’t tailored for you, so it was a necessary move. Right now, the conversation with the Tomato turned personal when she asked you about a certain part of your bubbly escape…
“...There’s this one phrase that I said when you left that other dimension. A confession. Did you… Did you hear me?” Wilma leans forward.
You remember that. She couldn’t have worded it any more upfront. She said she loved you. You’re not stupid or dense anymore. Quite the opposite, you have game now, but do you want to be a player? No, scratch that, even if this is romantic, you don’t think you can push things forward right now. <span class="mu-s">Your phone is watching.</span> Besides, what makes you think this couldn’t be a wholesome moment? Just because you passionately kissed in front of everyone doesn’t mean it’s time for *that.* Maybe later. Helping Wilma sort out her feelings is your priority, other things would be nice though...
She’s redder than ever and cute as always. Tomatoes always find new ways to shine…
Odetta is on your phone on this very bed, silently judging you. Okay, maybe you just have your volume down…
<span class="mu-s">How do you respond?</span>
>“Yes, I heard you.” Keep it simple, let Wilma take the lead. It'll be on her if she wants something to happen or not. You’re just a passive observer who can be a little active if needed.
>“I thought I was imagining things.” You weren’t sure, so to hear it feels good. Feel great about this.
>“I’d love to be open about this, but there’s a virus on my phone…” Curse Odetta and her cursed existence.
>“Please, say it again.” Wiggle those eyebrows. Tease this woman like all tomatoes deserve to be teased.
>Write In.
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What really happened is that the fake wedding went well, and you asked your fake wife for the best spot to celebrate, so here you are, waiting for the others to arrive. You got into more comfortable clothes in the meantime, tailor-made doesn’t mean much when the suit isn’t tailored for you, so it was a necessary move. Right now, the conversation with the Tomato turned personal when she asked you about a certain part of your bubbly escape…
“...There’s this one phrase that I said when you left that other dimension. A confession. Did you… Did you hear me?” Wilma leans forward.
You remember that. She couldn’t have worded it any more upfront. She said she loved you. You’re not stupid or dense anymore. Quite the opposite, you have game now, but do you want to be a player? No, scratch that, even if this is romantic, you don’t think you can push things forward right now. <span class="mu-s">Your phone is watching.</span> Besides, what makes you think this couldn’t be a wholesome moment? Just because you passionately kissed in front of everyone doesn’t mean it’s time for *that.* Maybe later. Helping Wilma sort out her feelings is your priority, other things would be nice though...
She’s redder than ever and cute as always. Tomatoes always find new ways to shine…
Odetta is on your phone on this very bed, silently judging you. Okay, maybe you just have your volume down…
<span class="mu-s">How do you respond?</span>
>“Yes, I heard you.” Keep it simple, let Wilma take the lead. It'll be on her if she wants something to happen or not. You’re just a passive observer who can be a little active if needed.
>“I thought I was imagining things.” You weren’t sure, so to hear it feels good. Feel great about this.
>“I’d love to be open about this, but there’s a virus on my phone…” Curse Odetta and her cursed existence.
>“Please, say it again.” Wiggle those eyebrows. Tease this woman like all tomatoes deserve to be teased.
>Write In.
