>>11613796well if it's anything this has given me the motivation to write a very late epilogue to “That damn block game” (
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it’s not fluff. or sex.
I’m sorry>An obnoxious shrieking on the other side of a wall saves you from a mild nightmare.>The fluff of the bed makes it hard to want to move, but you know you shouldn’t be here.>You sit up, half-listening in on Bae’s morning stream. She sounds cheerful enough, but then, she always does on stream.>A blanket has been lain over you in your sleep, and your clothes are folded on the floor at the foot of the bed. Uncharacteristically orderly behaviour from the rrat.>A note sits on top of the clothing pile. You read it in one hand while using the other to fumble your clothes on:>”Morning!>”Everything should be here, if anything’s missing it might be in the hallway somewhere. In a bit of a rush this morning.>”I dunno if you wanna stick around for after my stream. I’d understand if you don’t wanna talk right now. If I don’t catch you after I just want you to know a few things.>”One, I really enjoyed last night, hehe. Selfish of me, I know.>”Two, it’s totally okay if you don’t want to see me for a while. Or at all. I know you still love Kronii. I don’t expect to replace her, or really mean anything to you, or anything. I’m happy to let last night be a one time thing.>”And three, I’m sorry. It was my idea, and I hate that I chose lust over just being there for my friends. I’m sorry for putting you in this position. I haven’t told Kronii yet, and I don’t know if you plan to, but if she finds out and I can’t tell her myself, I want you to pass my apology to her as well.>”Totally platonic hugs & kisses,”>”Bae <3”>There is no moment where the memories all come flooding back to you. The events of last night aren’t easy to forget, and unfortunately you aren’t Mumei.>It’s not fair for Bae to take all the blame like that. Her idea it may have been, but it’s not like you offered any resistance.>You ruffle through the pocket of your pants, digging up a phone. The one you used to get here. It almost feels shameful to hold it.>You open your messages, preparing to hammer out an essay of an apology.>It seems you weren’t the only one.>A terrifyingly grey chain of messages from Kronii greets you, spread out over the last few hours.>”Where are you?”>”Please pick up”>”Please”>”I just want to know where you are”>”I just want to know you’re okay”>”Is it because of me?”>”When are you coming back?”>”Are you coming back?”>”I’m sorry”>”I’m sorry”>”I’m sorry”>”I’m sorry”>”I’m sorry”>”I’m sorry” 