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i said i was gonna do it, here's part 1
tags: cheating i guess, consensual ryona
>It’s been a rough couple of weeks.
>Your normally adoring girlfriend Kronii got into a Minecraft a while back, a decision that you have suffered for ever since.
>Every night, she stays up later and later, playing that damn block game, cleaning up chests when she could be helping clean up your home. Piles of used clothes and junk food packaging flank her gaming throne in a room lit only by the computer screen. She knows it hurts her eyes, but she’s far too addicted to care.
>She isn’t even waking up any later to compensate for her increasingly loose bedtime, and she’s at the point of being far too tired and grumpy to pay you any attention or respect.
>She also takes her headphones off when she isn’t streaming, filling the house with the sounds of mining, creeper explosions, surprised GWAKs, and the airheaded “I forgor” nonsense of that dumb owl over discord.
>It’s possible you may have liked Mumei once, but now her voice only reminds you of how little Kronii seems to care about you anymore.
>You can’t help but wonder what conversations happen between them while you’re asleep in the bed you swear you used to share with Kronii.
>Eventually, the sound and light from her streaming room becomes maddening.
>Your phone clock tells you it’s 3am, and you’ve heard no sign of stopping for the night from Kronii. You wrap yourself in a heavy coat and scarf - it’s horrendously cold outside at this time of night, almost as cold as the new Kronii - and prepare to head off to somewhere that doesn’t reek of bitter love.
>On your way out, you take a glance into Kronii’s room. She doesn’t notice you there. She doesn’t notice you leave.
>You walk around aimlessly on the frosty streets for a bit, wondering where you could go that might be a little less tense.
>The answer is in your pocket: a phone app that allows for instant transportation to the extradimensional Council office, given to you by Omega as thanks for taking care of Kronii.
>You and Kronii have been allowed to share a home in the human realm, but the rest still spend most of their nights in their personal quarters at the office. Maybe Sana will be awake and have a nice comfy pocket dimension you can sleep in or something.
>Arriving in the main hall, you see that the doors to each of the Council’s quarters are closed: Fauna’s barred off with vines, Mumei’s with a complex, golden art deco-era lock, Baelz’s all the way up on the ceiling out of reach, Sana’s with a huge white airlock… and Kronii’s.
>Kronii’s door looks almost normal, but you know how it works. A repelling bubble hovers around it, reversing away anyone who enters into it.
>Luckily, there’s a bench in the main hall, one you’ve grown very familiar with over the course of all the Council meetings you’ve had to sit outside for. It’s rather bright in the hall, but it’s much more peaceful than home. Should be just fine for sleeping.
>But just as you drop yourself onto the bench and lean back against the wall with a heavy sigh, you hear other, smaller footsteps on the polished marble floor.
>The diminutive shape of Hakos Baelz emerges from the meeting room, carrying a bag of chips.
