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" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 9 6 3 6 3 7 8 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " t i t s i " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " t i t s i " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 9 6 3 6 3 7 8 }

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Apartment
"Yeah, mom said you were—j-just… you know how moms can be. Cringy as fuck."

A shrug preceded a glance around the place, given the knee-high perspective of a toddler. Wow, electrical sockets were really just at eye level, no wonder they had to be childproofed.

Her phone came sliding back, gently, across the carpet. Baked goods, which twitched her lips as she tried not to betray the fact that it was adorable just the way your sensibilities were aligned.

"Were you always into baking, or did you start that during lockdown like a bunch of other people — including Julie — did?" Still, it was your apartment and whatever smells you wanted. She opened another app, and threw some items to be delivered next-day, sliding the phone back your way as a secondary, parallel conversation on devices.

She had the dumbest things in the basket already, for you to add to. Scented candles and kitchenware. The rare Domestic Holly, at least peeking in from the periphery, shyly from around the corner.

"Alright. It might not be outta reach, but it might ask that you make some sacrifices. If I were Elodie, the most important thing is that my sense of stability is broken. That my understanding of your motivations and decision-making betrayed me. I'd have a hard time building confidence in you again. If I were Elodie…" Holly settled back on her palms after she slid that phone over, her posture broadcasting calm even if she were opining over existential issues for them all.

"…I'd have a hard time grasping this new adventure of yours, or why you decided to embark on it. And that's curving the important part of feeling like you betrayed me, right? I don't have a solution for that one, that's deep within her — buried like a fragmenting bullet. I can't speak on that. But… well maybe she'll want to know why, and if there's space for her, and if that space is something she can be happy with."

It was an… Optimistic viewpoint, but they weren't about to nix anything based on odds.

"Allies, you'll find them at Sodom. It's primarily a gay male club, but they welcome allyship of all sorts. Might be a bit of a strong move if you're not ready to come out as Enby, yet, but you can back-pocket it. My friend V is full of great advice, though. I can put you in touch. Oh speaking of which, did you reach out to Lilly Thorpe?"

Yes, she was speaking a mile a minute. Holly, encouraged into solution-seeking, will just go like a cruise missile until you tell her to stop.

"…Brix, I can't make promises. Like I said, he's… we're… I-I mean the thing is—"

…

Holly grew a little quiet — not perturbed, not curling inward on herself like you may. She simply sat laboring over the self-edit a few times.

"Communication is an effort. I'm working on it."

walks into the bar with some free time

Is where or when to concede...

The only consideration to contemplate here...

Getting a rum and coke and sitting down

There is no individuality in this.

I say... we all need love.

To each their own they say...

Definition

Sensuality is a dearly shared experience....

Sexuality is an individually set measure

The combined profound nature they share...

damn those are nice images

The soft warmth of her fecundity.....

The thick pulse of his vitality...

There is a depth of consciousness....

*smiles*

Peeking in