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You are Alabaster Soliloquy, galgamer and sexually curious young man. (You comfort yourself by remembering the first rule: it's not gay if the balls don't touch.)

PREVIOUSLY:
-Seriously. The balls didn't touch. It's not gay if the balls don't touch.
-You're not gay.
-You fucked a cute boy and came inside his ass.
-YOU ARE NOT GAY. DON'T LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT.
-First of all, the dick was feminine. So it was basically like having sex with a girl, pretty much.
-Second of all, he seduced you. It was practically rape, now that you think about it.
-And plus, your boss told you to, so what were you going to do? Say no? Potentially risk your job? Come on.
-You're not gay.
-Camelia threatened to cut off your head with a hack saw.
-Anyway, you're not gay.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/CeriseSoliloquy
Smut Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/CeriseSoliloquy (content not allowed on /qst/ will go here)
Fan Wiki: https://fquest.miraheze.org

Episode 1 ("A Place Further than the NHS"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/2494905

Episode 2 ("Working!!"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/2513011

Episode 3 ("Weeaboo;Sabotage"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/2534278

Episode 4 ("Ijiranaide, Camelia!"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/2557969

Episode 5 (".hack//NEET"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/2577854

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Season 2 OP: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESx_hy1n7HA

AND NOW, EPISODE 6 OF FUCK QUEST:
"Yuri on Ice"
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First for it begins
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>>2615934
FIRST FOR VIVIAN
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>>2615934
IT'S FINALLY TIME
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Are we gay?
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>>2615934
Alex is the only GIRL that matters
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come on whitneyfags!
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HAHAHAHAHA, IT'S TIME
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>>2615934
CERISE is my WIFE
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nth for mom
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April 19, 2015

The North High Mindbreakers have prevailed over the Sobu Beansprouts, bringing your team out of the round robin stages and into the tournament proper. One step closer to winning the national championship.

Rose has been on her best behavior since you struck your deal with her, and she came in clutch on a couple tough questions. Math was never your strongest suit, for instance; she fills your gap quite nicely.

You've got a couple hours of downtime to kill before your next match begins, so you do what comes naturally: you go back to your hotel room to masturbate. But when you open the door to suite #421, you find an unwelcome sight: Whitney sitting on your bed.

"How did you get in here?" You demand.

"Hehe," she laughs - a little wheeze of delight more than a laugh, really. She isn't going to tell you.

"Get out," you say. "I need to practice for the next match."

"Right," Whitney says. "And what practice materials are you using today?" She pulls your laptop from underneath a pillow. Your eyes bulge as she pops the lid open and reads from your browser history: "Let's see... 'Take Me to Ariake'? Looks interesting.... chicks with dicks, wild..."

"Give me that--" you demand, lurching forward to grab the laptop back, but Whitney is nothing if not nimble.

"Or maybe today you're feeling up for some 'Byuu Byuu Bitch'? 'Two Siblings Fela Pure'? 'MC High School'?" She dances around the room as you chase her.

Finally you catch her and tackle her to the floor, but you get the sense it's only because she let you. She tosses the laptop aside.

"This isn't funny," you tell her.

"It's not," she says. Lying beneath you, her bubbly demeanor is suddenly gone.

"I told you before not to go through my things," you say.

"I wanted to know. You're still jerking off to your old porn comics," Whitney says. "That means you're still dedicated to 2D girls. Right?"

"Of course. They're not annoying the way real girls like you are. What about it?"

"If you only like 2D girls, why did Rose have her tongue 10 inches deep in your mouth the other night?"

You sit up. Whitney wriggles free and sits up across from you, too.

So she saw.

After striking your deal with Rose on the bus, Rose sealed it with a kiss that turned into a lot more than a peck on the lips. She stole your first-ever kiss on that bus - and a couple other firsts, too.

"Your own cousin, Ally--"

"Once removed," you say.

She slugs you in the shoulder. "Dick munch."

"I can't help it," you say. "I've never wanted anything more than I want to win this tournament. And she said she'd purposely lose if I didn't-- you know..."

"Then you're gonna win," Whitney says. She stands. "Masturbating before a competition clouds your brain and zaps your energy. Everyone knows that. You need to be focused for the matches ahead!" She pounds a fist into her palm for effect.

"So what are you telling me?" You say.

She smiles. "I'm gonna drill you all night long, Ally~"
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>>2615942
OP was pretty clear about this
yes
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>>2615954
>Suite #421
And judging by the date, looks like the grand finals were likely on April 21st too. Fuckin' A.
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>>2615954
>Two Siblings Fela Pure'?

heh
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>>2615954
>Take Me to Ariake
I think I need to reread this one.
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You walk with Sable from the campus of Darkbloom Analytics, across the street to the multi-level garage where employees park.

Tonight is the night you promised to teach her how to ride a bike.

"Where do you want to practice?" You ask.

"We can do it back at my place," Sable says as you walk with her up a steeply inclined ramp.

Being alone with Sable back at her place. Sounds perfect. Maybe you'll find out whether or not she's got more than just a voyeuristic streak.

"Here we are," Sable says.

You're standing before a windowless white panel van. Parked beside it, not even chained up, is an obviously high-end bike with a carbon fiber frame.

"Some car for a billionaire," you say. "I was picturing a Ferrari or something."

"It's economical," is all Sable will say.

"You want some help loading the bike in?"

"Why?" Sable says. "This is it."

You look around the grimy parking garage, confused. And then it dawns on you.

"Don't tell me you live in this van."

Sable walks around the back and opens the doors. You peer inside. The two back rows of seats have been removed, replaced by a mattress, some curtains, a small closet, a PC, radio, lamp, mini fridge, hot plate... you notice now, extending from one side of the van's exterior, a single fat cable, connected to an outlet on a nearby concrete beam. This must be how she powers all of her appliances.

In this tiny space, Sable has all the trappings of a home.

"But why..." you breathe. "Why live like this when you're a billionaire?"

"Large spaces make me uncomfortable," Sable admits. (You have to say, her living space inside this van looks incredibly cozy). "Besides, I rarely need to go home except for sleep. Everything else I might need is on campus. It would be nothing but a waste of time to commute back and forth to a house somewhere else in town."

Her logic is absolutely insane, and you have no way to counter it. How do you reason with someone who thinks like that?

[ ] We can at least practice somewhere nicer.
[ ] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
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>>2615934
>That previous list
Had me laughing for minutes

>>2615954
>Suite #421
OPs just memeing at this point
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>>2615954

Succubus strikes again, stealing sensei's techniques.
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>>2615980

>if here is where she wants to do it, then that's fine.
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>>2615980
[x]If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.

>She lives in a fucking van.

WHAT THE HELL, OP
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>>2615980
[X] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
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>>2615980
[X] We can at least practice somewhere nicer
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>>2615980
>[x] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
when do we adopt her like we did with Alex?
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>[ ] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
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>>2615980
[x] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
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>>2615980
>[X] We can at least practice somewhere nicer.

She doesn't want to do it in a parking garage, falling on that asphalt is gonna hurt.
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>>2615980
>[X ] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
It DOES sound cosy.
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>>2615980
>[X] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
I thought it was just the Mexican cleaning staff and caterers that lived in vans in Silicon Valley.
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>>2615980
>[X] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
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>>2615980
>suite #421
:(

>[x] We can at least practice somewhere nicer.
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>>2615954
>she fills your gap quite nicely.
these innuendos are what's keeping me from giving up on life and setting off to see the Almighty
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>>2615980
>[x] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
Has she not considered an RV?
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>>2615980
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXk3teJpzGU
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>>2615980
CUTE BIKE TIMES AHEAD LADS!

[X] We can at least practice somewhere nicer.
Go to a field or something so she won't eat shit when she falls. We clearly have to be her common sense
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>>2615980
[X] We can at least practice somewhere nicer.
If she doesn't like large spaces I don't see why she doesn't just get a small apartment, but I guess I'm just not thinking like a billionaire child prodigy computer engineer vOv
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>>2615980
[X] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
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>[X] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.

Sable puts on a bike helmet, elbow- and kneepads that she retrieves from inside her van/home.

When she's done suiting up, she struggles to get her legs over the bike. You hold it steady for her and she braces herself with one hand against the side of the van as she clambers awkwardly and tries to seat herself. She's all limbs and wobbles.

"Is the seat adjustable?" She asks when she's finally sitting down straight. "This is uncomfortable."

You reach down and find a lever for the seat height that loosens easily. With Sable sitting on the seat, the mechanism immediately slides down to its lowest point with a loud whump that startles both of you.

When you get your bearings again, you realize that, with your hand still gripping the lever, your arm is now right between Sable's thin legs. Her crotch is just milimeters from the crook of your elbow - you can feel her body heat, even.

You quickly tighten the lever again and pull away. "How is that?" You ask.

"Much better."

You put one hand on her back and one on the center of the handlebars. She's very warm.

With you to help guide her, she uses her feet to walk the bike away from the van.

"You have two handbrakes," you explain. "This one controls the back tire, and this one controls the front. Try not to use the front brake on its own because you'll go flying over the handles."

"Oh -- oh," Sable says. She sounds a bit frightened. "Okay. Noted."

"The main thing is staying balanced. You'll get a feel for it."

"Please don't let go of me," she says. Her voice is small and uncertain.

Your heart skips a beat.
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>>2615980
>[ ] If this is where she wants to do it, then fine.
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>>2616046
>"Please don't let go of me," she says. Her voice is small and uncertain.
oh my fuck
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>>2616046
>Please don't leg go of me
hnnnng

This better turn into us pretending to not let go of her so that she can find out she had the power within her all along
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>>2616046
Uncertain Sable is too cute.
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>>2616046
>"Please don't let go of me,"
Best.
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>>2616046
This is the cutest thing I've read all week. If it gets cuter I might actually die
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>>2616046
>"Please don't let go of me," she says. Her voice is small and uncertain.
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>>2616046
>She’s very warm
Same, OP

>Your heart skips a beat.
Same, OP
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>>2616046

Looks like Sable is pretty unstable am I right guys.
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>>2616068
If you hadn't made the joke, I would've.
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>>2616068
If you’re going to return us to our roots, at least do it correctly.
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You guide her in lazy circles around the parking garage. She keeps using her feet to walk the bike around instead of trying to pedal. Eventually you decide to coax her to the next thing: "Try putting your feet up, huh? See how the pedals spin."

She tries once, then twice - but both times when she raises her feet off the ground, she tilts precariously to her left and nearly topples over. You catch her both times.

"Okay. Okay. Okay," she repeats, calming her frightened breathing. The prospect of falling clearly petrifies her.

"I've got you," you say. "Try again."

"I think this is fine," she says. "I can ride my bicycle like this."

"You're not Fred Flintstone," you chide her. "You've got to use the pedals. Here, I'll hold you from the side you keep tilting to."

You circle the bike - taking care to never remove your hands from her back - and hold her from the left side.

"A-again?" She says.

"Again."

She lifts her feet, tentatively, and sets them on the pedals - one after the other.

She's leaning hard against you, but at least her feet are off the ground.

"You're tilting way too much to this side," you tell her. "Try to shift your weight - not too much. You want to stay centered."

She pedals and you walk with her slowly as she tries to pull away from her lilt. But it takes more coordination than she's capable of at first. She frequently stops with no warning, making tiny frustrated "nnn--" noises as she tries to get comfortable and stable again.

Usually when someone is struggling with an easy task, you feel nothing but frustration. But you could do this with her all night long. It's... kind of fun.
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>>2616089
>She frequently stops with no warning, making tiny frustrated "nnn--" noises as she tries to get comfortable and stable again.
Muh heart
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>>2616089
Sable is cute! CUTE!
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>>2616089
go fast fgt
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>>2616089
Yeah this is cute
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>>2616089
Best girl. For this season, anyway.
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>>2615954
>Sobu High School

It's the little things like this that make FQ extra fun.
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As is usually the case with learning how to ride a bike, eventually there's a breakthrough moment. Soon enough you feel that she's pedaling herself without leaning against you at all. Even though you still walk alongside her, hover-handing her, she's doing it all on her own. You're not sure if she even realizes this.

You stop in place and let her pedal past you.

Her head swivels to look back at you, fear in her eyes. "Alabaster--!! I'm falling!"

"No you're not," you say.

She looks down, surprised at herself. She's still pedaling. You're nowhere near her, and nonetheless she's upright, keeping herself balanced and propelling the bike.

"How am I doing this?" She asks. "I'm not consciously... I'm not--"

"Don't worry about it. Your muscles are taking care of it for you."

She picks up speed and loops around the parking garage with apparent ease. Even a tight-ass like her can't help laughing. She even rings a tiny bell on one of the handlebars - the brrrrng, brrrrng of it echoes off the concrete walls.

"I'm doing it!" She cries.

You give her a thumbs up as she breezes past.

And then she eats shit.
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>>2616126
Heh. Called it.
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>>2616126
Goddammit
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>>2616126
paying respects
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>>2616126
Yes! WE DID IT GUYS! WE MADE SABLE SIMILE! THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF-
>And then she eats shit.
NOOO. NOW MY HEART HURTS IN A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WAY
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>>2616126

This is why we should have taken the van to a grassy place down by the river.
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>>2616126

> the brrrrng, brrrrng of it echoes off the concrete walls.

It's the little things.

>And then she eats shit.

Bound to happen
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>>2616126
There is rise and then fall
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>>2616126
i-is she ded?
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>>2616154
Girls Fucked: 2/7
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>And then she eats shit.
This is part of the learning process!

...it still hurts though :(
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>>2616161
Ghosts Fucked: 0/1
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You rush to her side and lean down to help her. She's a mess of tangled limbs. One of the bike's wheels spins impotently in the air.

She wiggles free and looks at her left hand: there's a nasty red abrasion from her wrist up to the meaty part of the palm where her thumb connects. She isn't bleeding, but it looks like it hurts pretty bad.

"Are you o--" you begin.

"You let go of me!" She shouts. "Look! Look what you did!" She holds up her palm for you to see. Her eyes are filling with tears.

You try to help her to her feet, but she swats you away. She stands unsteadily on her own and gives you a hard shove.

"Hey!" You say, indignant. "It's just a little scrape. That's all--"

"This is a waste of time!" She says. "Frivolous, dangerous, and now you've gotten me injured!" She takes off her helmet and chucks it at you. You narrowly dodge it. It clatters on the ground of the parking garage, somewhere behind you.

"Don't act like that," you say. "You're not hurt that badly. We can try again tomor--"

"No. Never again. You no-good, useless... why do you even work here?"

"I-- what?"

"The work you do could be done by a trained monkey. I can't believe I ever let someone like you... this is unbelievable, unbelievable..."

She tugs off her pads and lets them fall to the ground too. Putting her palm to her mouth and literally licking her wound, she storms off, towards her van. This is, from her point of view, the end of the conversation.

[ ] Let her go.
[ ] Stop her.
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>>2616171

[x ] Let her go.
[ ] Stop her.
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>>2616171
>[x] Let her go.
Alex, you're up. He's for Sable venting, right?
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>>2616171
>[x] Stop her.
We can't let it end like this
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>>2616171
>[X] Let her go.
wahman need their space
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>>2616171
>[x] Stop her.
Why did you make a post with only one choice?
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>>2616171
>[X] Stop her.
We must activate Alphabaster.
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>>2616171

>[ ] Stop her.

Perhaps our seductive charms can restore the trust that was lost this day.
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>>2616171
>[X] Stop her.
Cum heals all wounds, right?
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>>2616126
[X] Stop Her
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>>2616171
>[ ] Stop her.
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>>2616171
>[x ] Stop her.
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>>2616171
>[X] Stop her.
We have to let her know that this happens. She's got to get past the hump
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>>2616171
[X] Stop her.
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>>2616171
>[X] Stop her.
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>>2616165
I'm okay with this.
>>2616171
[x]Stop her.
She DID tell us not to let her go. We don't want to disobey our boss after all.
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>>2616171
[X] Stop her.
If we let her give up the first time she fails it isn't gonna help anything. And we can't end thing here, not like this she needs a shoulder to cry on instead of just being left to (literally) lick her wounds alone
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>>2616171
>[X] Stop her.
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>>2616171
[x] Stop her
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>>2616171

[x] Stop her

Smile must be protected
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>>2616171
[X] Stop her.
I don't know how to Sable but so far Alabaster does so I'm sure we'll be fine
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>[x] Stop her.

She opens her van and slips inside, sitting on her knees on the mattress there. You don't want to end things on this note, so you do the only thing you can think of: with catlike agility, you dive in after her before she can shut the doors again.

"Get out of my house!!" She shrieks.

"You don't have a house," you remind her. "Houses generally don't get registered at the DMV."

"Get out! Out! Out out out!!!"

You grab her by the shoulders and hold her firmly. "I'll leave," you say, "just as soon as I make sure that scrape isn't going to get infected."

Sable stares at you with raw hatred in her eyes - it's honestly scary - but you're going to hold your ground here.

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(please wait warmly.)
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>>2616230
>(please wait warmly.)
awwwwww yeeeeeeeee
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>>2616171
[ ] stop her
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>>2616230
TENDERNESS
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>>2616230
>(please wait warmly.)
SEC SCENE ALREADY?
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>>2616230
oh boy, time for sexual healing
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>>2616230
Oh. Oh my.
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>>2616230
thank goodness
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>>2616230

>Please abide snugly
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>>2616230
oh boy
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>>2616230
>"Houses generally don't get registered at the DMV."
heh
>(please wait warmly.)
So soon?
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>>2616230
OH FUCK
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>>2616230
I have a feeling this isn't gonna go quite as anticipated.
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>>2616089
>"I think this is fine," she says. "I can ride my bicycle like this."
She'll end up riding a Fliz. Or creating and riding a Unifliz.
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>>2616230
>(please wait warmly.)
This is either going to be one of the roughest fucks or something very tender and sweet.
though given Sable’s nature it could be both. I’m holding out for Eskimo kisses
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>>2616291
Eskimo kisses are reserved for best girl though
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>>2616230
Ohhhhhhhhhh boy
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>>2616291
NO.
NO Eskimo kisses without Renee involved. That'd literally be worse than NTR.
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>>2616298
Renee is AWOL and Sable is pretty best so far.
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>>2616305

You cant be more best than Best.
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>>2616291
>Eskimo kisses with anyone except Renee
No.
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>Eskimo kissing with Sable
>Suddenly Sable goes from chill mode to anger mode
>Eskimo kiss harder to give you a friction burn
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Maybe Sable's personality changes are triggered by sudden shocks?
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>>2616317
He’s not even best boy.
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>>2616348
Cockslapping sounds like an excellent way to test this theory.
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>>2616349
Fazil doesn't count, he's a fucking gary stu.
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>>2616349
Fazil does not count.
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>>2616348
>if you fuck her hard enough she constantly switches moods during sex
Interesting.
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>>2616352
>>2616353
Alright fine, Best is best boy
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"Do you have a first aid kit or something?" You ask. You close the doors of the van and click on the lamp. In the amber glow, you hold her wrist up and peer at the abrasion. It's covered with black grime from the parking garage's filthy ground.

"I can take care of myself," she says, voice low with loathing. "I don't need a moron like you to help me. Look at all the good your help already did."

"Don't be a baby," you say.

"Excuse me?"

"I said don't be such a fucking baby. Holy shit. Are you five?"

"How dare you-- coming into my home, insulting me--"

"That's your fault. If you want to be pissy, I can be pissy too. Do you have a first aid kit or not?"

Sable points at a small cabinet mounted above her closet. You root through it - there are more pill bottles here than one healthy person could possibly need - and find a little white metal case with a red cross on it. You pull it down and clack the lid open - it's got the usual stuff, bandages and hydrogen peroxide and antiseptic wipes. Just what you need.

You take one of the wipes and rip open its protective packaging. "Here," you say, holding out your hand. Sable winces back, holding her injured wrist protectively to her chest.

So it's gonna be like that. You crawl forward and grab her arm, pulling it taut so you can get to her scrape.

"Stop--" Sable says. "You idiot! You stupid ass!"

"This might sting a little," you tell her calmly. You put the wipe against her abrasion and rub it gently.

"hhhhhh----" she hisses sharply through gritted teeth. You're coming to realize that this fiery-tempered woman is a complete wuss. "Ow!" She cries. "You're hurting me! Ow!"

You finish her off with a capful of hydrogen peroxide that brings renewed hisses and "ow ow ow"'s. She calls you every synonym for "stupid" you've ever heard, and some you haven't.

You rub some neosporin on the wound, then cover it up with some bandages. Why a woman like Sable stocks her first aid kit with Hello Kitty bandaids, you don't quite understand - but they're cute, at least.
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>>2616360
>Hello Kitty bandaids
Cute
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>>2616360

cute
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>>2616360
>Hello Kitty bandaids
Eh?
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When you're done, Sable jerks her hand away and peers at you, still angry.

"You should thank me," you tell her.

"It hurts!" She says. "You hurt me! Why would I thank you?"

You crawl over to her, hands and knees - get very close. She tries to pull back, but she's already up against the opposite wall, and there's nowhere for her to go in these close quarters.

You take her hand again, and kiss it softly.

"W-what is that?" She stammers.

"I'm kissing your booboo all better. Since you still want to be such a baby about it. I thought it might--"

Sable hauls off and slaps you in the face. Hard. And with no warning.

You reel back onto your knees, shocked. Then it's Sable on all fours, closing the distance to you - she tenderly grabs your face and kisses your cheek where she slapped you.

"What the fuck, Sable?"

She slaps you again. You grab both of her wrists and pin her to the wall, grimacing. "I am not afraid to fight a woman," you growl at her. "So you'd better think very carefully before you go and hit me again."

Sable giggles like you told her a joke. "I don't know if I love you or hate you..." she says.

It's not the voice of someone who's got a great hold on reality.

[ ] Be rough.
[ ] Be gentle.
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>Hello Kitty bandaids
CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTEEEEEE
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>>2616373
>[x] Be gentle.
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>>2616373
>[x]Be gentle.
It's time.
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>>2616373

[ ] Be rough.
[x] Be gentle.
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>>2616373
[ ] be gentle
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>>2616373
>[ ] Be gentle.
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>>2616373
aw fuck man
actually, pretty easy choice
[X] Be gentle.
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>[ ] Be gentle.

If we create a second Rose our life expectancy will become an issue.
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>>2616373
>[ ] Be gentle.
I don’t care what all you fucks say, Sable a best and I demand Eskimo kisses.
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>>2616373
>[X] Be gentle.

TENDERNESS
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>>2616373
Can we alternate in-between what mood she's in?

Otherwise...
>[x] Be gentle.
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>>2616373
>[X] Be gentle.
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>>2616373
>[X] Be gentle.
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>>2616373
>Sable giggles like you told her a joke. "I don't know if I love you or hate you..." she says.


>[x] BE GENTLE
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May as well start writing OP, this shit's unanimous.
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>>2616373
>[X] Be gentle.
YES.
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>>2616373
>[ ] Be gentle.
here just in time for the Most Important choice
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>[X] Be gentle.
We have Rose for roughness.
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>>2616396

I am.

>[x] Be gentle.
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>>2616373
sable is for tender loving
[x] gentle
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>>2616373
>[X] Be gentle.
As much as she's asking for it, she couldn't handle the roughness.
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>>2616373
>[x]Be gentle
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I don't think I've ever seen a unanimous vote on FQ.
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>>2616373

ROUGH
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>>2616360
>Hello Kitty bandaids
When I think it can't get cuter this happends. Why OP?

>>2616373
[X] Be gentle.
If she was crying about all that we'd actually break her
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>>2616373
[X] Be Gentle
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>>2616416

We're a bunch of big softies at heart.

Also, Steins;gate 0 is currently airing and people are probably feeling real protective of Kurisu because of it
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>>2616373
>[X] Be rough
yall forgetting this girls is numb on meds all day erryday
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>>2616424
You're completely right. I'm still crying like a bitch.
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>>2616418
stop being different
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>>2616433
We need some vanilla to balance out the sundaes been getting.
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>>2616433
If you read this thread you'd know that is clearly not the case. Sable needs to be protected not hurt
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>>2616437

I get that she's fragile but nothing like a dominance to show her her place.

>>2616424

How has the adaptation been? I read the VN last year and I thoroughly enjoyed it but I always avoid VN adaptations like the plague.
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>>2616433
Being gentle doesn’t mean being flaccid
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>>2616449
If they keep doing it right it will surpass the VN like the original
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>>2616449
I watched OG S;G before I read the VN and fell in love with it, (I loved it enough that I watched it once the dub came out just to get a renewed experience of it) so I'm pretty biased, but I'm enjoying S;G 0

Needless to say, I highly recommend it.
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>>2607144
>some of my top fetishes are watersports
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>>2616481
>making fun of fetishes
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>>2616481
seems like someone is too retarded to be properly hydrated

ya twat
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>>2616481
Agreed. That's just disgusting
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>>2616481
>>2616486

watersports > spoilsports

Let the man like what he likes. What goes on between consenting adults and whatnot.
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Think of it this way
At least it's not guro, scat, or diapers.
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>>2616499
>consenting
>adults
>fuck quest
I love OP and this quest but come on now.
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>>2616507
are you trying to imply that something is inherently wrong with guro, scat, or diapers
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>>2616515
>are you trying to imply that something is inherently wrong with guro, scat, or diapers
Anon, I...
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>>2616499
We are letting him like what he likes but we can definitely be disgusted by it. Nobody's calling the police last time I checked.

>>2616507
Just because one thing is better than another doesn't make the other any less gross. Also please never mention those again I almost throw up whenever I'm reminded those things actually turn people on

>>2616515
Well he's not wrong
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>>2616515
Are you trying to imply that something is inherently right with guro, scat, or diapers?
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>>2616515
Yes anon
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Jesus christ OP Studios, please post what we're waiting for so that these people can stop arguing about this.
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Waiting warmly...
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>>2616533
Shhh, it's only been a half hour. Get warm. Gentleness takes time.
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>>2616515

According to the Geneva Conventions (1949), the three forbidden porns are guro, scat and NTR.
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Gentle won right?
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>>2616539
Unanimously
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>>2616539
I'm not sure. It was so close I think OP had to flip a coin or something
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2616542
>I think OP had to flip a coin or something

1 - Rough
2 - Gentle
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my fetish > your fetish
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>>2616550
Even /qst/ dice are voting gentle. Heh.
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I want to get v&nned by Sable!
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>>2616550
And nooow it's unanimous
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>>2616551
YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK
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https://pastebin.com/UeTiRQie
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>>2616563
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>>2616563
It's time
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>>2616563
It’s happening
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>>2616550
>>2616563

Based The Dice
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>>2616563
>Gentle sex
YEEEE-
>Anal
For fuck's sake.

Am I cursed to never be able to get it up to FQ?
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>>2616563

>>2616578
>not liking anal
What are you, a homosexual?
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>>2616578
>not liking anal
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I understand you perfectly, brother. Anal really is a shitty fetish.
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>>2616582
>>2616585
Didn't we just finish talking about how scat is a shit-tier fetish
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But you poop from there
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>"I can only orgasm with anal stimulation," she says. "It's been that way since I was a child."
Was her vagina mutilated or something?
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>>2616563
At least we got to practice on Whitney first.
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>"It's been that way since I was a child."
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>>2616563
>buttslut
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>>2616589
>equivocating anal and scat
Onegai, Anonymous-dono.
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>>2616591
>>2616594
Yeah, I wonder what the story behind that was.
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>>2616589
didnt you ever learn of the possibilites of hygiene and cleaning up? Im so sorry
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>>2616602
>they don’t know about the A N A L S T A G E
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>tfw the newest Katsurai chapter was also anal only.
This is a curse. Truly a terrible time to be alive.
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>>2616563
Filling up a cute christmas cake's butthole!

>"I thought you were a homosexual," she says, pulling away.

Pfft
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>>2616601
Why wouldn't you equate the hole shit comes out of with shit?

>>2616605
>Implying it's possible to 100% clean something that hard to reach that gets dirtied regularly
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Guys

Sable never eats so she’ll always be clean down there and ready to go
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>>2616563
I love you, OP Studios.
We'll have to call Whitney to tell her we fucked up the rules again, but that's fine.
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>>2616619
Screw Whitney and her dumb rules
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>>2616563

I guess that explains her anal personality am I right guys
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>>2616621
>Screw Whitney
Again?
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>>2616613
>implying you know what youre talking about
Naturally the digestive track continues to work but a cleaned ass can be used for around half a day without a problem.
dont be so negative, anon-kun
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>>2616624
n-not literally
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>>2616619
>>2616621
Why do we even keep up the pretense that the protagonist is actually in a relationship with her again?
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>>2616563
No wonder why can be such a pain in the ass.
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>>2616563
>"I can only orgasm with anal stimulation," she says. "It's been that way since I was a child."
>orgasm with anal stimulation
>since I was a child

Hang on, this raises some issues.
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>>2616621
Seriously, I'm all for abandonment play with Whitney.
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>>2616563
>It's better than any fuck you've ever had up till now.
What did he mean by this anons?

>>2616619
>>2616621
Yeah dude she can actually go fuck herself. Fuck her rules she needs to learn who the real alpha in this relationship is or get dumped

>>2616631
I honestly don't know why people deal with most of the shit she does. It's getting real tired real fast
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I mean, Whitney never really gave a shit when we broke her rules before.
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Sable falls asleep almost as soon as you dismount, slumping against the wall of her van, your cum still leaking from her. She must have been so overcome with pleasure that she passed out. You clean her up as best you can, tuck her in and kiss her goodnight.

"Ala..." she mutters in her sleep. "Ala... Ally..."

Strange woman.

You clean yourself up in the sauna at DA, and drive over to Whitney's. She's been sending you worried texts nonstop since she found out about Camelia a few days back, and you need to keep her placated by showing her you're still alive. Plus, it's not like you hate being with her...

---

A little bit later, you're sitting in Alex's living room with Whitney while Alex showers and recuperates from another round of hard use. It couldn't be helped. Whitney smelled sex on you right away, and demanded that you repeat what you did to Sable, only on Alex this time.

(Alex seemed a little bit forlorn that he wasn't there too, but he didn't say anything. You're not sure if it's because of his feelings for you, or for Sable.)

Lounging on the couch, you frankly need a little recuperation too. Twice in less than two hours is a little tiring.

"So is that wannabe pirate still stalking you?" Whitney asks, handing you a bottle of coconut water. You guess that it's Alex who keeps the fridge stocked with these $5/serving drinks, not Whitney.

"It's worse than you think," you say between sips. "Look, it's better if you stay out of it. I don't need you making a bigger mess than the one I'm already in."

"You know I'm not gonna do that," Whitney chides. "I won't let some crazy bitch push you around. That's my job!"

You shake your head. "Camelia is more than just crazy. She's an actual terrorist."

"What, like ISIS?"

"Well, first of all - congratulations on knowing something. But no, not quite like ISIS. I'm pretty sure she's domestic."

Whitney stares at you blankly for several long moments. "Like a cat?" She says.

"No, not--" you begin, sigh, and start over. "I mean she grew up in the US and isn't working for some foreign entity. Think along the lines of the Unabomber."

Whitney shakes her head.

"Timothy McVeigh? ... Nation of Islam? ... Antifa? ... Ku Klux Klan?"

"Ohhhh," Whitney says. "She's racist. Gotcha."

You drop it there. You don't have the time or the energy for this conversation.
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>>2616653
>>2616639
At least there seems to be a stronger anti-Whitney sentiment this time around.
Also, playing with Alex with Sable was way better than with Whitney.
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>>2616658
>Plus, it's not like you hate being with her...
Just extreme dislike
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>>2616658
>"Ohhhh," Whitney says. "She's racist. Gotcha."
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>>2616658
>"Ala..." she mutters in her sleep. "Ala... Ally..."

Cute
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>>2616658
Whitney’s pretty woke.
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>>2616658
>A little bit later, you're sitting in Alex's living room with Whitney while Alex showers and recuperates from another round of hard use. It couldn't be helped.
Poor Alex

>(Alex seemed a little bit forlorn that he wasn't there too, but he didn't say anything. You're not sure if it's because of his feelings for you, or for Sable.)
Why not both
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antiwhitneyfags
>>>/out/
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>>2616658
I knew that Whitney wasn't the smartest cookie, but christ is she dense.
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As Alex comes out of the bathroom, dressed again but still sopping his wet hair with a towel, Whitney grins.

"By the way, Ally," she says. "Alex had something he wanted to tell you."

Alex is visibly shocked by this. Still holding the towel, staring at you like a frightened deer, he's unable to form any words.

"Go on," Whitney says. She stands, runs around him and holds his shoulders. She takes his towel away and steers him to you.

"I... I don't..." he begins, but he can't say it.

Whitney sighs. "Fine. I'll tell him for you." She pokes his cheek for effect as she says: "Alex is sad because you keep fucking him and you don't even have the common courtesy to kiss him too."

You sputter on your drink.

"Isn't that right, Alex?"

He pokes his index fingers together. "I... I mean-- it's not l-like-- I don't w-want to f-force--"

[ ] This is too much. Make your excuses and leave.
[ ] All right. It can't be helped.
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Stop bullying Whitney, guys.
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>>2616674
>[x] This is too much. Make your excuses and leave.
I've already been betrayed by the 'Yuri on Ice' title once, OP.
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>>2616674
[XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX] KISS THE BOY
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>>2616674
>[x] All right. It can't be helped.
No homo though
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>>2616674
>[x] All right. It can't be helped.
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>>2616674
[ ] SHOUGANAI
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>>2616674
[X] All right. It can't be helped.
PRESS PRESS PRESS
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>>2616674
>[x] This is too much. Make your excuses and leave.
>[ ] All right. It can't be helped.
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>>2616674
>[X ] This is too much. Make your excuses and leave.
The only think Alex is allowed to kiss is dick.
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>[X] It can't be helped
PROTECT BEST BOY
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>>2616458
>>2616466

Thanks, I'm looking forward seeing animated Maho and JAPANESE SHAMAN GIRLS
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>>2616674
>[X] Stick your tongue in his blowjob hole!
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>>2616674
[X] This is too much. Make your excuses and leave.
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Alabaster is gay, very very much gay.
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>>2616674
>[X] All right. It can't be helped.
Whether or not it could be helped, the lad deserves a kiss. He's a good boy and we like him as he is.
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>>2616674
>[X] All right. It can't be helped.
[X] All right. It can't be helped.
A man takes responsibility.
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[x] can't be helped
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>Seriously. The balls didn't touch. It's not gay if the balls don't touch.
>You're not gay.
>You fucked a cute boy and came inside his ass.
>YOU ARE NOT GAY. DON'T LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT.
>First of all, the dick was feminine. So it was basically like having sex with a girl, pretty much.
>You're not gay.
>Anyway, you're not gay.

And now we're about to kiss a faggot.
I ask again, are we gay?
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>>2616674
Dude that's gay.
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>>2616674
>[x] This is too much. Make your excuses and leave.
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>>2616702
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiPyMciRWQQ
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>>2616702
he has something stuck on the inside of his mouth
we're just helping him out
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I’m beginning to think Ally really likes boys.
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>>2616702
No denial more possible if this wins
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>>2616674
>[ ] All right. It can't be helped.
No homo
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>[x] All right. It can't be helped.

You're not comfortable with this, but you need to keep the restless natives happy.

You stand, close the short distance between you and Alex. You take his chin in your hand, turn his head upwards, lean down and kiss him.

It's a short kiss, and you try to prevent yourself from getting too into it. You're not gay, after all.

Alex warms to it, and when you pull back he's blushing deeply.

"That was nice," he says. "You taste like wintergreen."

"Uh... yeah," is the only coherent thing you can manage.

"You were my first kiss, Ally. I hope I wasn't too clumsy..."

This kid is going to be the death of you.

"It was-- well, I should be going," you say.

Alex is still smiling stupidly. Whitney laughs. "See ya, Ally," she says.
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>>2616717
Gaaaaaaay
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>>2616717
Ally is such a faggot
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>>2616717
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>>2616720
it was only for a second anon we're NOT GAY
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>>2616725
Very much gay.
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>>2616717
>You're not gay, after all.
Yes we are.
We're the most gayest prancing la la homo fruit on Earth.
What would Cerise say if she found out?
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>>2616725
Touching lips is even gayer than the balls touching.
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>>2616717
GAAAAAAAAAAAY!
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>>2616729
She would climax on the spot, lock herself in her room, and masturbate furiously for the next 24 hours.
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>>2616717
>You're not gay, after all.
Yeah ok Ally. Weren't you looking at girls with dicks in that Whitney flashback a couple of hours ago

>"You were my first kiss, Ally. I hope I wasn't too clumsy..."
>This kid is going to be the death of you.
I know how you feel
>>
April 20th, 2015

You're drilling with Whitney for the upcoming final rounds of the tournament tomorrow, when a frantic Mr. Langley calls you.

"Slow down..." you say, unable to decipher the crazed pace of his shouting. "Relax. What is it? ... He -- what? Oh Jesus."

---

Half an hour later you're at a bedside in the ICU of St. Luke's medical center in downtown Boise, staring at Hank, your fellow teammate.

He got hit by a car.

Now he lies in a full body cast, hooked up to a series of beeping monitors, his arms and legs suspended from straps at odd angles. Weakly, he gives you and the rest of your team a thumbs up. That's Hank for you.

"What are we gonna do now?" you say. Hank's parents weep. You and your teammates share uneasy looks.

"Hank taking part in the finals is out of the question," Mr. Langley says. His panic has given way to resignation: "We don't have any backups... I'm afraid this is it for us, guys."

"No..." you say. "No, goddamn it. It can't end here. Not like this."

The crying of Hank's parents is really getting on your nerves. You need some peace and quiet to think this through...

"Hank was never that important as a player," Rose says. "I can't remember the last time he answered a question. I'm sure we could get him out of here long enough for him to sit at a buzzer and fill the open slot on our team."

"Rose..." Mr. Langley says. "Be reasonable here."

"I'm being reasonable!" She cries, stomping her foot. "He'd only be gone for three, maybe four hours. It would hardly even impact his odds of surviving!"

"Rose is right," you say (in times of desperation, you have to swallow your pride). "We could try it."

"Mmmmf mmff mffff," Hank says through his cast. Whatever it was, it seems to signal his consent.

"Hank needs to recover," Mr. Langley says firmly. "That's more important than quiz bowl. Besides, there's no way we can take him out of the hospital. Guys... I'm sorry. It's over."

"Maybe not," comes a voice from the back of the room. Whitney steps forward. "I'm a student at North High too. That's all I need to play on the team, right? I could fill in for Hank."

Mr. Langley frowns. You and the team look around, unsure what to say.

In times of desperation...
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Hey, if a king in the 14th century can kiss his bannermen in a spirit of pure brotherhood, we can kiss Alex
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>>2616735
>Weakly, he gives you and the rest of your team a thumbs up. That's Hank for you.
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>>2616735
Ah yes, incoming "What is Oology?"
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>>2616735
>"Maybe not," comes a voice from the back of the room. Whitney steps forward. "I'm a student at North High too. That's all I need to play on the team, right? I could fill in for Hank."
Oh God no.
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To keep Sable and the rest of your team in the good graces of management, you've been attending the daily stand-up scrum meeting in her stead. This morning at the scrum, Rose sidles up to you. She whispers from the corner of her mouth: "Don't slouch, Alabaster. Didn't that asshole from Youtube teach you anything?"

"That's really gross," you whisper back, your eyes fixed forward. "Someone should have taught you how to check your ableism. For all you know, I've got a chronic back condition that makes me stand like this. I can link you a few Tumblrs on body privilege if you'd like to educate yourself."

"Oh, I already know you've got a back condition," Rose says. "You were born with no spine."

The thing about trading barbs with Rose is that occasionally she gets the better of you. The risk is part of what makes it fun, if you're being honest.

"I've been informed that we need to work together to create the upcoming sensitivity training," Rose says. "I'm going to go ahead and assume you haven't done any work on it."

"Of fucking course not," you say.

"Of fucking course not," Rose repeats. "Like usual, I have to do everything. I have a conference room reserved on the third floor. You can come review the material with me after scrum."

"I'd rather gouge my own eyes out," you spit.

"That's fine too," Rose says. "And you can tell Steven Armstrong that you decided not to do what he asked of you."

[ ] Go with Rose.
[ ] Forget it.
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>implying there's any difference between a male's mouth and a female's mouth
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>>2616717

Totally not gay.
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>>2616735
See, this is why Whitney is best girl.
She's always there for Ally.
Always.
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>>2616744
>[x] Forget it.
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>>2616735
>he gives you and the rest of your team a thumbs up. That's Hank for you.

I tell ya hwat
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>>2616729
Almost mount us because of excitement?
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>>2616744
>[ ] Go with Rose.
Don't want to fuck with that senator.
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>>2616744
>[X] Go with Rose.
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>>2616744
>[x]Go with Rose.
Let's try and salvage what we can.
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>>2616744
>[x] Go with Rose.
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>>2616744
[X] Go with rose
We don't have our cybernetic enhancements anymore, no way we can beat nanomachines.
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>>2616744
>[X] Go with Rose.
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>>2616717
but how can Alex say he loves someone if he isn't willing to rim their ass?
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>>2616744
>[x] Go with Rose.
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>>2616744
>[X] Go with Rose.
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>>2616744
>"Oh, I already know you've got a back condition," Rose says. "You were born with no spine."
Okay that was pretty good. Well played Rose.

>[X] Go with Rose.
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>>2616744

[x] Go with Rose
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>>2616744
>"Oh, I already know you've got a back condition," Rose says. "You were born with no spine."
Fuck, she got us.

>[X] Go with Rose.
Fuck it, let's find out if we're a victim of rape or a conspirator in murder today.
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>>2616744
[ ] forget it we need to talk to Vivian or someone else
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>>2616735
Poor Hank

>>2616744
>[X] Go with Rose.
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>>2616744
>[ ] Go with Rose.
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You stand next to Rose in a quiet, out-of-the-way conference room as she pulls up a video on her laptop. She clicks play.

The video opens with a fast-paced montage of a toned blond guy on a windsurfing board, complete with non-offensive instrumental rock music straight from the 1990s. In various shots from various angles, he vaults into the air, twisting and doing flips, while uninteresting guitar riffs swell to a bland crescendo.

Soon the montage smash-cuts to the same man, standing in front of a featureless white background, now wearing a tight polo shirt and dockers. He speaks with a thick Australian accent: "Oi! I'm champion windsurfer Ty Fobbler, here to tell you that being sensitive - is cool."

"Turn this off," you say. "For the love of god."

"Shh," Rose hisses.

"When I'm not out on the ocean doing sick stunts with my longboard... I'm respecting women and minorities."

Ty rambles for a little bit while you let this statement kick around in your head. Finally, you say: "wait, hold on -- does that mean he doesn't respect women and minorities while he's windsurfing?"

"Shut the fuck up, Alabaster."

"...that I like to remember with a simple acronym: SURF. Safety, Unity, Respect and Friendship."

"I'm actually going to die if this goes on any longer," you say. "Turn it off."

"Alabaster--"

You reach over and close the laptop's lid. Blessed silence.

"You are unbelievable," Rose says. "This video has plenty of good material for the training."

"I'm unbelievable? What's unbelievable is someone paid actual, real-life money to make this video. It's the most embarrassing thing I've ever seen. Where did you find this stupid shit?"

"It was on the website for the National Australian Minority Business Leadership Association. They have an entire off-the-shelf sensitivity training module that they offer for free."

"We're not using it," you say. "We'll make our own material."

"No way," Rose says. "We don't have the time. On top of that, using an external vendor absolves us of legal responsibilities--"

"I don't think I'm getting through to you. Whatever we do for this stupid training session, we are not going to use that. That's final." You fold your arms. "Have a little fucking dignity for once in your life."
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>>2616744
[X] Go with Rose.
I think we're all in agreement that we have to ruin this sensitivity training bullshit
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Rose is saying something else, but you're hardly paying attention. Instead, you do a quick google on your phone. You cut Rose's ranting off and read aloud for her edification: “'outrage as notorious womanizer and #MeToo target Ty Fobbler tries to rehabilitate public image with sensitivity training webinar.' How's that? Like the idea of using a sexual predator to preach good manners?”

Rose sputters. “I-it’s about the message -- not the person--“

“Like I said. I’m making an executive decision. We’ll do our own training.”

“Who on Earth died and made you king? Tell me. You come waltzing in here like you own the place just because Armstrong said you could help out. But I don’t seem to recall anyone saying you were in charge here.”

“Of course I'm in charge. Only one of us has ever lost an election to the other one. That means my decisions automatically supersede yours.”

“FUCK you. You absolute pig—“

"I love that. I'll never get sick of it."

"FUCK YOU!" She stands up, almost tripping in her haste and anger. "I need to take a powder break. I can't deal with you right now, Alabaster."

"That's President Soliloquy to you."

Rose balls her fists up and lets out a savage, incoherent grunt. Arguing with you and not being able to get physical always does a real number on her.

She spins on her heels and goes stomping away. "Three terms!" She cries on her way out. She points at herself - "three terms!" - then points at you - "to one! Three terms to one! You fucking prick! That means I win!"

She slams the door of the conference room on the way out. You can only laugh.
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>>2616779
>It was on the website for the National Australian Minority Business Leadership Association.

>NAMBLA

I see what you did there.
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>>2616779
>Knob fucking Gobbler
Oh my god, of all the characters I never thought we'd see again
>National Australian Minority Business Leadership Association
Ehhhehehehe
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>>2616789
she's so much fun
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>>2616779
Oi! I'm champion windsurfer Ty Fobbler, here to tell you that being sensitive - is cool
This had me in stitches
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Rose leaves her cell phone behind when she goes to the bathroom. All the talk about bugged phones recently must have her spooked about taking it along.

Regardless, now is the perfect time.

You take her phone and unlock it (Rose uses the same PIN for everything - dumb bitch). You make a download that replaces a common, everyday app on the phone's home menu. The replacement app is identical to the old one in every way, except for a critical difference: it surreptitiously reports the phone's coordinates back to you at all times.

This way, you can keep an eye on her. In case she does something stupid. And you know she will.

You set the phone back down exactly as you found it, feeling momentarily satisfied with yourself. But then comes an awful epiphany.

Over the past few years, you've had a lot of time to come to terms with the fact that for all of your surface-level differences, you and Rose think eerily alike. In fact, this trick with the hidden GPS tracker was initially her attempt at stalking you, back during the days of StuCo campaigning and quiz bowl in-fighting.

She agreed to give it up as part of your rules of engagement. But... if you think it's necessary to track her... she must have that idea's corollary in her head too.

You check your phone. The fake version of the app has a small error on one of its screens that's almost impossible to detect unless you know what you're looking for -- which you do. If you've got the tracking app on your phone, you'll be able to find an icon in one of the sub-menus that's misplaced by just a couple pixels.

And so it is.

At some point, Rose bugged you. She has a 24/7 bead on your location whenever you have your phone with you.

[ ] Remove it.
[ ] Let it stay.
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>>2616779
Reminded me of this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaqpoeVgr8U
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>>2616805
>[x] Remove it.
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>>2616805
[ ] Remove it
OUTSKILLED
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>>2616805
>[X] Let it stay.
lets be a manwhore and driver her up the walls!
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>>2616735
Love you for not letting this die.>>2616779
>Oi! I'm champion windsurfer Ty Fobbler, here to tell you that being sensitive - is cool."
oof, right in the 2014
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>>2616805
>[x] Let it stay.
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>>2616805
>[x]Let it stay.
If nothing else, it'll probably help her save our asses in the future. The same reason we're doing it, n-not that we care about her or anything.
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>>2616805
>[X] Let it stay.
This way we can live it some where to fool her or let her know we are fucking people.
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>>2616805
>[x] Let it stay.
We aren't above stupid shit either. Might come into play later.
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>>2616805
>[X] Let it stay.
I think we could use it to mess with her.
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>>2616805
[X] Let it stay
If we remove it she'll think to check her own phone
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>>2616805
>[X] Let it stay.

May save our ass someday and we can abuse it
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>>2616805
>[x] Let it stay.
Time for 4D chess
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>>2616805
[X] Let it stay.
We can remove it whenever we want and she'll be suspicious if she finds out. We can also use it to our advantage and lure her out somewhere if need be
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>>2616805
>[ ] Let it stay.
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>>2616805
>[x ] Let it stay.
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>>2616805

>[ ] Let it stay.

Gentlemen, we can use this. Don't squander our opportunities.
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>>2616805
>[X] Let it stay.
Can't let her know that we're no to her and all.
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>[x] Let it stay.

There's something else about Rose: she can put a bullet through a quarter at 20 paces. You've seen her do it.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to have someone like that with her eye on you.

Not that you need her help. Of course you don't.

Plus, knowing that she has a tracker on you - you can plague her with self-doubt and self-loathing. Every time you go to visit Whitney - or anyone else for that matter - she'll see. And you can just picture her curled up on the couch in Cerise's apartment staring at the little pin indicator, the one that puts you square in Whitney's apartment. All the things she'll be imagining, while she fixes her tear-filled eyes on that screen. It'll drive her bonkers.

Really - by letting it stay, you're letting her torture herself way more than you ever could.

When Rose returns, she's calmer.

"What do you suggest?" She says. "I'm open to ideas."

"Let's just cut out the unnecessary extra stuff," you say. You hold your hands in front of you, palms out, thumb to thumb. "I picture a simple, three page powerpoint. Slide 1: 'fuck white people.' Slide 2: 'especially the men.' Slide 3: 'especially the straight ones.'" You lean back in your chair. "That's what you really want, right?"

"Yeah?" Rose says. "And would all three of those slides apply to you?"

You grimace.

For the next few hours, you hammer out a presentation you can both live with. It basically boils down to: don't call anyone a cunt or a nigger.

Stackleford's gonna be devastated.
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When you get back to your workstation, you see a meeting invitation on your Outlook calendar. It's from Vivian.

The title of the meeting is "Spontaneous Lunch Date (S.L.D.)"

The attached email says:

>I have scheduled a spontaneous lunch date with you, Alabaster Soliloquy, to take place at 1:15 PM today. I hope you will accept. In the interests of increased spontaneity, feel free to push the start time of this meeting either forwards or backwards by a maximum of five minutes."

[ ] Accept.
[ ] Decline [sub choices: lunch with Alex, Sable, Cerise or Rose]
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>>2616850
But cunt is a great word.
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>>2616861
[X] Lunch the Loli
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>>2616861
[x]Accept
Okay, she's getting... closer to spontaneous at least.
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>>2616861

>[ ] Accept.

#ourloli
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[ ] ACCEPT
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>>2616850
>"And would all three of those slides apply to you?"

Well, about that...
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>>2616861
>I have scheduled a spontaneous lunch date with you
Cute.
>[X] Accept.
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>>2616861
>[X] Accept.
>[X] Accept.
>[X] Accept.
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>>2616861
>[X] Accept.
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>>2616861
This is exactly the kind of choice that OP has probably planned around being in the bag so I want to vote for something else for shits and giggles BUT FUCK IT
[X] Accept.
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>>2616861
>[x] Accept.
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>>2616861
>[x] Accept.
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>>2616861
>to take place at 1:15 PM today
Why, that's a whole thirty minutes after most people eat lunch!
That's a pretty dang spontaneous time to choose!
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>>2616861
>i have scheduled a spontaneous lunch date with you
YES
YES YES YES
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>>2616850
>Plus, knowing that she has a tracker on you - you can plague her with self-doubt and self-loathing. Every time you go to visit Whitney - or anyone else for that matter - she'll see. And you can just picture her curled up on the couch in Cerise's apartment staring at the little pin indicator, the one that puts you square in Whitney's apartment. All the things she'll be imagining, while she fixes her tear-filled eyes on that screen. It'll drive her bonkers.
That's incredibly hot

>>2616861
[X] Accept.
Ah some nice loli deito action. Just what the doctor ordered
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>>2616863
Cunt is shit, pussy is great.
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>>2616861

[x] lunch with Cerise

It's her turn
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>>2616861
>[X] Accept.
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>>2616861
>[x] Accept

Sitting this one out.
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>>2616861
>[ ] Accept.
She isn't my best girl but she is cute.
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>>2616850
>"Yeah?" Rose says. "And would all three of those slides apply to you?"

Damn, you need to step up your game Alphabaster

>>2616861
>[X] Accept.
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>>2616889
Come to think of it, it's been a while since we've done anything with Cerise.
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>>2616861
at this point we should just tell her to download something like Clash Royale so we can play 2v2
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>>2616894
We barely did, it's kind of sad
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>>2616893
It's going to be real fun when we drop on her our newfound homosexuality
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>>2616900
>Alex walks into the room where Rose and us are and kisses us in front of her

OP please
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>>2616899
We're just gonna end up neglecting her again until the very end like last time.
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>[X] Accept.

At 1:10 PM, you arrive in a place you've never seen before. The upper-level executives at DA have a private dining room on the 19th floor where they can eat in style, away from the hoi polloi. At this time of day, most of them have cleared out, but there are a couple faces here.

Among them is Cerise. She's eating with Nelson Berenstoin, going over some details of the investigation. From what you've heard, it's making real progress - thanks in no small part to the efforts of Fazil.

Cerise catches your eye, then quickly looks away. She hasn't said a word to you since your escapade with her friend, Galatea. Every night since then she's gone straight from work to her bedroom, carrying a fresh 12-pack of beer along with her every time. Occasionally from her bedroom you hear crying; and that's the only trace of her voice you've heard in days.
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>>2616908
Best for last
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>>2616900
Because MC fucks cute things, and Rose is a bitch so she gets nothing
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>>2616909
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
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>>2616912
That's weak, and you know it.
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>>2616909
>Every night since then she's gone straight from work to her bedroom, carrying a fresh 12-pack of beer along with her every time. Occasionally from her bedroom you hear crying; and that's the only trace of her voice you've heard in days.

First the Alex kiss scene, now this. OP my heart can't take all this ;_;
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"Thank you for coming," Vivian says as you sit down at a small round table in the corner covered with a long satin tablecloth. Vivian has a garden salad and lemon water in front of her. A waiter swoops by to drop off a fancy paper menu for you.

"Thanks for inviting me," you say. "Very spontaneous."

She blushes. "Ahem. I -- want to be forthright. This is more than merely a social call."

"If it was merely a social call, I'd think someone replaced you with a doppelganger," you say. You look up at the waiter. "I'll take the chicken cordon bleu. And uh, some coke."

"As you wish, sir..." He strides away.

"There is going to be a board meeting on Friday and I'd like you to be present in your capacity as proxy. Things may become... fractious."

"You want me to screw your mother again," you say, tenting your fingers on the table.

Vivian blinks rapidly.

"Go ahead," you say. "Tell me what it is."

"I'm not certain..." Vivian says, regaining her composure. "Mother and uncle Vasily have been deep in discussions--"

"Uncle Vasily?" You say.

"Yes," Vivian says.

When you meet this with a confused stare, she explains further. "Mother's maiden name is Kerimov. Uncle Vasily is her brother. Were you not aware of this?"

The intrigue grows deeper.

"Forget about it," you say. "I'll be another Sable for you. Vote however you say. And hey, as a bonus, I'll drag the real Sable along too. Two votes for the price of one."

"Mmm," Vivian mutters. "Of course, I am not legally allowed to tell you how to vote--"

You kick her foot playfully under the table. She startles. "Of course not," you say. "But I'll take your advice into careful consideration."

Vivian nibbles on her salad.
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>>2616909
Fuck
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>>2616912

This, I believe in OPStudios
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When is the Vivian and Mara Darkbloom Oyakoden action?
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>>2616909

Wheres the nee protector when you need him?
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>>2616909
Wow... quite the way to make us feel guilty. We should probably talk that out with her
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>>2616926
And the cute continues
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>>2616926
>Vivian nibbles on her salad.

where's that angry rabbit gif when you nned it
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>>2616926
>You kick her foot playfully under the table.
Hnnggggg
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>>2616909
>Occasionally from her bedroom you hear crying; and that's the only trace of her voice you've heard in days.
I want to hug her and give her the love she so desperately needs.

>>2616926
>Mara Kerimov
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>>2616926
>Vivian nibbles on her salad.
You know now that I think about it Vivian kinda reminds me of a hamster or a rabbit for some reason
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>>2616926
>"Mother and uncle Vasily have been deep in discussions--"
Is this another one of those anagram names like Vivian's?
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>>2616926
>And uh, some coke."

Buddy's bringing out a slate of the devil's dandruff, isn't he?
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>>2616947
>mfw vivian was smatters all along
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>>2616952
What was Vivian's anagram again?
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"You said you were into Lolita fashion?" You ask after your food arrives.

"Mmm."

"That's pretty interesting. I have to be honest, it's hard for me to imagine you in an outrageous Lolita outfit like the ones you see online."

"Are you saying you can't imagine me wearing something so elegant and stately?" She says. She sounds offended.

"I mean... look, I'm just saying that I have this image of you in my mind as this high-powered executive type. Not a fashionista. It's just different, that's all."

"You have me exactly wrong," Vivian says. "I'll prove to you just how wrong you are."

You've never seen her so animated.

"So, what then--" You ask. "You're going to model for me or something?"

"Come to my house this weekend. I will show you the very image of class and grace!"

You narrow your eyes at her.

"This one is more than social too, isn't it," you say.

Vivian smirks. Now that's eerie.

[ ] I'll go.
[ ] I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.
[ ] I have other plans.
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>>2616965
Author of "Lolita".
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>>2616966
[x] I'll go.
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>[X] I'll go.
DRESS UP TIME
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>>2616965
Vladimir Nabokov, author of "Lolita"

>>2616966
>[ ] I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.
I'm really curious.
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>>2616966
>[x]I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.
Why yes, I would like to head straight into the belly of the beast.
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>>2616966
[X] GO
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>>2616966
>[x] I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.
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>>2616947
best I could do
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>>2616966
>[X] I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.
Well I mean, OP Studios wouldn't bring this up if it wasn't important.
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>>2616966
>[ ] I'll go.
We can quiz her about things later.
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>>2616966
[X] I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.
Equivalent exchange
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>>2616966
TWEEST

Vivian is actually blonde and her pic changes to Ka Ka Bat
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>>2616966
>[x] I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.
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>>2616966
>[X] I'll go.

Right into the mouth of the tiger
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>>2616966
>[X] I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.

Let's see how deep we are
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>>2616966
>[ ] I have other plans.

We making to many obvious choices.
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>>2616966
>[X] I'll go.
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>>2616966
[ ] i'll go but first
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>>2616966
>[ ] I'll go.
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Can we talk with Cerise once we get home?
Simple things like asking about how things are going with work.
Maybe ask about this tweet:
https://twitter.com/CeriseSoliloquy/status/998656517376299010
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>>2616992
How spontaneous, anon.
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>>2616977
Perfect
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>>2616908
OP admitted that Cerise was going to be last no matter what choices we made though. We actually tried but kept blowing it every time.
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>[X] I'll go... but first, tell me why my quiz bowl performance fascinated you so much.

Now it's your turn to smirk. She blushes and recoils and averts her gaze.

"W-who told you about that--"

"It's all right," you say. "No need to be embarrassed - I'm just curious. Okay, a little weirded out. But mostly just curious."

She dabs her lips with her napkin and then folds it neatly, setting it down on the table.

"You had a command over your own mind that I found appealing," she finally says. She still won't look at you. "I can tell that you have great intelligence. And yet you go in your own direction with it. I like to imagine..."

She trails off.

"That's it?" You say. "You just happened to see me on TV and thought I was cool?"

Finally, she looks at you. "There is much you do not understand," she says. "But -- never mind. If you still want to visit my home, I will have our chauffeur pick you up on Saturday at 4:00 PM."

Somehow, you're more confused than you were before you asked.

"All right," you say. "Wear your most extravagant dress. I only settle for the very best."

"I would do nothing less, Alabaster Soliloquy."

Just then, the waiter returns. He sets a shiny pewter dish before you, on top of which is a long line of fine white powder and a crisp $100 note on it.

"Your cocaine, sir."

You look up at him, slack-jawed, then over to Vivian, who seems to have no reaction - she must be used to this sort of thing in the executive dining room.

"Uh --" you say. "I meant Coca-Cola."

"Of course sir. Apologies." He takes the cocaine and scurries away.

"You aren't ready for this world yet, are you," Vivian says.

"Guess not."

"That's all right. I can help you." She stands, and before you can stop her, she leaves.
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>>2617008
I was going to say "now that Sable is out of the way" but OP didn't GIRLS FUCKED us.

Does anal not count?

Anyway, Sable isn't gonna be last. I'd put last on Cameila or Cerise.
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>>2617012
KEK
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>>2617012
>Just then, the waiter returns. He sets a shiny pewter dish before you, on top of which is a long line of fine white powder and a crisp $100 note on it.
I had a fucking premonition of this
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>>2617012
>>2616963
Beautiful.
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>>2617012
fuckin lol
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>>2617014
Guess we have to make her cum from vaginal before we get the FUCKED.
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>>2617012
>Vivian inviting us into the wonders of high class degeneracy
pls make it happen
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>>2617008
Sequence wasn't my point. Think of it like completing a game, but not getting the best ending. It was insinuated that we did not.
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At home that night, Cerise's crying is especially loud.

"Has she talked to you at all?" You ask Rose. "She won't even look at me."

"Yeah, she talked to me the other day at work... once. To call me a two-timing cunt who ruined her life. Words to that effect."

You wince.

"What should we do?" You ask.

"She's your sister, not mine."

You stand, go to her door, and try it - locked, of course.

You knock. No answer.

"Cerise," you say, leaning your head against her door.

No answer.

You look back at Rose.

[ ] Rose, pick her lock for me.
[ ] Nevermind. Let her grieve on her own time.
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>>2617036
>[x] Nevermind. Let her grieve on her own time.
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>>2617036
>[ ] Nevermind. Let her grieve on her own time.
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>>2617036
[X] Nevermind.
We don't want to upset her.
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>>2617036
>[x] Rose, pick her lock for me.
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>>2617012
>"Your cocaine, sir."
I will not rest until we're snorting coke off one of the girls' backs
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>>2617036
>[x]Rose, pick her lock for me.

Time to become the nee protector she needs, if not the one she deserves right now.
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>>2617036
>[X] Nevermind. Let her grieve on her own time.
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>>2617036
>[X] Talk to her through the door.
Have her decide whether she wants to open it or not.
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>[x] Pick the fucking lock
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>>2617036
[ ] pick the lock whats the worst that can happen
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>>2617036
>[ ] Rose, pick her lock for me.
We've been pretty impulsive this thread, voting mainly just to continue that trend.
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>>2617036
>[x] Rose, pick her lock for me.
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>>2617036
This is the shower kiss all over agaIN FUCK
>[x] Nevermind. Let her grieve on her own time.
We'll talk to her at work or something. Nothing forceful for this.

>>2617045
Stacklefuck can drink tequila from Camelia's bellybutton, but we're snorting coke out of her asscrack.

I will not let that motherfucker one-up us with her
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>>2617036
>[x] Rose, pick her lock for me.
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>>2617036
>[X] Rose, pick her lock for me.
I'll be damned if we're not going to do something to cheer her up!
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>>2617049
This
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>>2617036
>[ ] Rose, pick her lock for me.
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>>2617036
>[X] Nevermind. Let her grieve on her own time.
I really want to protect Cerise, but picking the lock will end badly. At least I think so.
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>[X] Rose, pick her lock for me.

Closing this in a narrowly decided vote.

Let's see how it goes!
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>>2617036
>[X] Nevermind. Let her grieve on her own time.

Fuck, i'm late
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>>2617063
This is going to go down poorly isn't it...
I hope she isn't harming herself (well, outside of the excessive booze).
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>>2617036
"If you don't open the door I'm gonna have Rose pick the lock."
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>>2617036
>[X] Rose, pick her lock for me.
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we are absolutely fucked
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>>2617063
Please be gentle
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>>2617063
>Let's see how it goes!
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>>2617071
whats she gonna do stab me?
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>>2617063
Good. Even if it might go down hill it's still better than doing nothing just letting her wallow in her own misery all by herself which just sements the fact that she has no friends. Siblings are suppose to support each other especially when both of their parents are fucking dead
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>>2617082
>whats she gonna do stab me?
Quote from man stabbed.

She could 100% kick us out of her house and get us fired.
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>>2617063
Dangit, can you at least let her know it's gonna happen, so maybe she opens it by her self... and maybe smacks Rose in the face with the door? Fuck.
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>>2617082
Kick us out, despise us maybe get into a stackleford situation
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>[x] Rose, pick her lock for me.

Rose can't catch a break. Just like at Galatea's apartment, her lockpicking skills get interrupted by the target opening the door for her. And this time it smacks her in the nose. She stumbles back, smarting. "Goddamn it," she shouts.

"What do you want, you asshole?" Cerise says to you.

"Can I come in?"

She says nothing, but when she goes back into her room, she leaves the door open for you. You enter and shut it behind you - for now, it's just the two of you.

Cerise curls up at her desk chair, both legs looped over one arm, her back propped against the other. She stares at her computer screen.

You hear, tinnily and through a pair of headphones on the messy bedroom floor, the jingle of Skype's incoming call music.

The screen says:

>Incoming video chat from gman.

It rings for a few moments, then you hear the disconnected call sound.

>Missed video chat from gman. (420)

This girl has called Cerise 420 times since just a couple days ag--

The incoming call music starts playing again. Make that 421 times, then.

"If you're not going to answer, why not block her?" you suggest.

Cerise's lips tremble.

"I mean..." you begin. "Look, I'm sorry about how hard this is for you. But this isn't my fault. She's the one who betrayed--"

"I know!" Cerise shouts. "I know! I shouldn't be mad at you... I know..."

The call disconnects. Cerise covers her face with both hands.

"These past couple weeks," she says, her voice muffled, "I thought it was you who ruined my life. By bringing this Camelia woman into everything... but all along... it was me. The things I told Galatea... things I promised you I'd never tell anyone. It was all my fault. It was me... it was me. I ruined your life. Again."

You sit down on her bed. You can't say you disagree with her assessment. If not for her loose tongue, you wouldn't be in the mess you're in. And if not for what happened a few years ago--

You try to put that thought out of your mind.

The music is playing again. Galatea is calling.

"Block her already," you say.

Cerise shakes her head emphatically no.

"Why?" You demand.

She doesn't say anything.

[ ] Answer the call for Cerise.
[ ] Block her for Cerise.
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>>2617111
>[x] Answer the call for Cerise.
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>>2617111
>[X] Answer the call for Cerise.
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>>2617111
[ ] answer
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>>2617111
>[X] Answer the call for Cerise.
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>>2617111
>[x]Answer the call for Cerise.
LET'S
FUCKING
GO

>more 421 shenanigans
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>>2617111
>[x] Answer the call for Cerise.

>421 times
what does it MEAN
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>>2617111
>>Missed video chat from gman. (420)

>This girl has called Cerise 420 times since just a couple days ag--

>The incoming call music starts playing again. Make that 421 times, then.
STOP IT

>[x] Answer the call for Cerise.
We're fucking this up with class and grace.
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>>2617111
[x] Block her for Cerise.
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>>2617111
>[X] Answer the call for Cerise.
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>>2617111
>[ ] Answer the call for Cerise.
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>>2617111
>[X] Answer the call for Cerise.
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>>2617111
>>[X] Answer the call for Cerise.
PROTECT NEE-CHAN
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>>2617111

[x] answer the call
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>>2617111
>[X] Answer the call for Cerise.
Come on, is this even a choice it's unanimou-
>>2617120
Oh it seems we have a special snowflake
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>[X] Answer the call for Cerise.
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By answering the call we'll also be able to find out whether Galatea is a different person compared to Camelia based on their voice.
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>>2617149
Yeah no, voice modulators are a thing.
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>>2617111
[X] Hug Cerise
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>>2617149
It's a video call.
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>>2617111
>[X] Answer the call for Cerise
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>>2617151
Can we not record then demodulate it?
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>>2617152
This too please
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>[X] Answer the call for Cerise.

You pick the headphones up off the ground and put them on. Then you lean across the keyboard, grab Cerise's mouse and answer the call.

Cerise doesn't realize what's happening until Galatea's face is already on the screen.

Standing in front of Cerise's webcam, you're eye-to-eye with the girl who ratfucked you.

"Hi," you say, voice dripping with anger.

Galatea's eyes go wide with shock, and then -- she's gone. She doesn't hang up, but she suddenly ducks down, out of frame of her webcam. All you can see, dimly, is the contours of a bedroom even messier than Cerise's, if such a thing is possible.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Cerise shouts. She grabs the cord of the headphones and yanks them from your head. "Gal has anxiety! She can't deal with strangers!"

"I'm sure that's what she told you," you say.

Cerise isn't paying attention, though. She sits up straight in her chair and puts on the headphones. "Are you still there, Gal?"

A pause. Then Cerise looks up at you. "She says she isn't going to come up if you're in the room."

"I am not leaving you alone with this lying bitch so she can smooth talk you again."

"Then why did you answer?" Cerise says.

"I wanted to talk to her myself, since you didn't seem to have an interest in it."

"Well now I do," she says. "We have things to discuss. Alone."

"For the love of god..." you mutter. "Listen to me, Cerise. You cannot trust this girl--"

"I know that, you shit. You think I don't know that? This is goodbye. I need closure. So let me have it."

You sigh. There's no winning here. So you step out of the room and let Cerise have her conversation.
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>>2617160
Anonymous-dono, Cerise is using fucking SKYPE in 2018. Do you really think her little Celuron powered Chromebook and its 2GB of RAM are equipped with that sort of software?
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WAIT FUCK OFF WAIT

FUCK OFF
> It was all my fault. It was me... it was me. I ruined your life. Again."

>You sit down on her bed. You can't say you disagree with her assessment. If not for her loose tongue, you wouldn't be in the mess you're in. And if not for what happened a few years ago--

WHY THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS
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>>2617171
All In time...
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>>2617171
Because it's good storytelling, namefag. Have you ever picked up a book before?
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>>2617171

Someday we will learn the mysteries of the darkest timeline.
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>>2617171
She definitely got our parents killed
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>>2617183
>players not knowing what your PC knows

We still don't know the full Quiz Bowl Championship story after 7 weeks, and now we have another festering flashback mystery that'll take the length of the quest to haphazardly piece together.
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You sit awkwardly in the living room across from Rose, each of you on your own couch, while you wait for word from Cerise.

After a few minutes of silence, Rose leans back in her seat and spreads her legs wide, giving you a free view up her skirt - no panties, of course.

"Not now, Rose."

Her face curls up in anger.

More than half an hour passes. Finally, Cerise comes out of her bedroom.

"I'm going to Galatea's," is her simple declaration.

"Excuse me?" You and Rose say in unison.

"Don't wait up. I'll be back in a little while."

You stand. "Hold on. Hold the fuck on-- what happened to 'this is goodbye', huh? Closure?"

"No no no no no," Rose says, shaking her head. She clutches at her hair. "You can't... Camelia... she's... no no no no..."

"Camelia gave her okay to it, apparently," Cerise says. "Alabaster, this is -- I've been trying to meet up with Gal -- I've been trying to meet up with Galatea for a really long time. With her anxiety and everything... I mean, we've only been on cam for a few months. So her inviting me to her apartment is a big deal. And I need to see her. At least once."

"Don't you get it?" You say. "She isn't who she says she is. How do you know her whole anxiety thing isn't just an act? She's working with Camelia, for fuck's sake."

"I know who she's working with!" Cerise shouts. "I know the risks. You're not going to stop me. You can come too, if you want. But you're not going to stop me."

[ ] Tag along. [optional: bring Rose]
[ ] Let her go on her own.
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>>2617210
>[ ] Let her go on her own.
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>>2617210
>[x] Tag along.
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>>2617210
[x] Let her go on her own.
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>>2617210
>[x] Tag along. Bring the girl who knows how to fire a gun.
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>[x] Tag along, with Rose
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>>2617210

[x] tag along and bring Rose
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>>2617210
>[ ] Tag along.
That's basically as close as we're ever going to get to her asking outright.
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>>2617210
>[x] Tag along.
Don't bring Rose. She'll probably come on her own anyway for better or worse.
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>>2617210
>[X] Tag along. [bring Rose]
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>>2617210
>[X] Tag along.
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>>2617210
>[X] Tag along.
>Have Rose tail us.
This is the perfect opportunity for Camelia to fuck us in the ass.
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>>2617210
>[x] Tag along with Rose
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>>2617210
[ ] tag along
don't bring rose shes in heat and is only a nuisance currently
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>>2617210
>[x]Tag along.
Leave Rose behind. But drop some kind of hint that tells her to follow us discreetly.
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>>2617210
[x] Tag along.
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>>2617210
>[X] Tag along.
No Rose though. She can follow along through the GPS tracker.
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>[X] Tag along.

Closing, writing.
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>>2617210
>Tag along.
>Don't bring Rose but carry
>leave our phone.

Alternatively, both of us go, but we and Rose stay behind in Cerise's car while she goes inside.

Anything happens we bolt in and fuck shit up handsomely. There is no fucking way this is not a hostage setup.
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>>2617210
>After a few minutes of silence, Rose leans back in her seat and spreads her legs wide, giving you a free view up her skirt - no panties, of course.
>"Not now, Rose."
Damnit I wanted to release all of our stress on Rose

>[X] Tag along.
>Don't bring Rose
Have her wait 5 minutes and then head over on her own. She'll be much more useful as a kinda surprise attack if shit goes down
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>>2617231
Dammit I wanted Rose to tag along without panties.
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>>2617210
[X] Let her go alone.
if we go, Camelia will definitely know
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Well, what's gayer, kissing a boy, or getting pegged by a psychotic lady?
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>[x] Tag along.

Rose actually falls to her knees and grabs one of your legs when you try to leave with Cerise.

"You can't!" She says. "You literally can't--"

"Tchh-- Get off of me, you sow. God."

"Don't go! Don't go!"

"Camelia isn't going to hurt me. She still needs me for whatever she's up to. We'll be fine."

You kick free of Rose's grip and back away. "Of course," you say, "you have to wait here. I don't think Camelia likes you quite as much." (You know Rose definitely isn't going to listen to instructions, but that's okay. As long as she doesn't try to go in guns blazing.)

Rose is actually crying now. It's... a little endearing how concerned for you she turned out to be.

You kneel down so your face is level with hers, but she's alternately inconsolable and ashamed that she's inconsolable, so she won't meet your gaze.

"I'm not going to die," you tell her calmly, "before I make good on the promise."

"Promise...?" She says.

You take her face in your hand, squeezing her cheeks, and make her look at you. "It's going to happen, Rose. I already told you. When you least expect it."

She sniffles back her mucus. "Fuck you," she snarls.

You let her go. "There we go. That's more like it."

You stand. "Let's go, Cerise."
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>>2617249
Getting pegged
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>>2617253
>"I'm not going to die," you tell her calmly, "before I make good on the promise."

ALL ABOARD THE DEATH FLAG TRAIN
CHOO CHOO MOTHERFUCKERS
LAST STOP: WE'RE FUCKING DEADSVILLE
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>>2617253
>"I'm not going to die,"
Welp, that's a death flag right there.
Show's over. Time to pack up. It was a good run anons.
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>>2617261

Oy boneheads.

>>2602300
>I'll put it like this. We are definitely going to see at least 13, perhaps 26 episodes, and it's hard to envision how that can happen if Alabaster himself is dead.
>Beyond that, anything and everything is possible.
>Very, very bad things...likely will happen at some point.

We literally can not die, but OP won't hesitate to fuck us up in other ways.

Any of the girls die we fucking riot.
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We almost die and then Renee shows up out of nowhere to make us a cyborg again with Cerise helping
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>>2617267
>implying we haven't literally died before
In the meantime:
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>>2617258
>>2617260
>>2617261
Guuuuys Ally said he wasn't gonna die, don't you trust him...
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>>2617267
You're the only bonehead here, it clearly says "it's hard to envision".
We have no plot armor.
This story is written by somebody who gave us fucking activity worksheets on a downtime, do you really think "hard to envision" gives us some sort of "get out of death free" card??
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>>2617267
>we can't die
>implying OP Studios won't kill us and we have to journey through the afterlife, fuck our mom and rise from the dead
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>>2617277
Is it really death if we come out of it, become a marginally better person but then four years later that reality is entirely erased?
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>>2617274
We almost die and then Renee shows up out of nowhere to transplant our brain into S.M.A.T.T.E.R.S
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>>2617290
Excuse me:
AND four years later that reality is entirely erased.
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>>2617290
Hell, in some ways that might be worse.
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You walk up the stairs to Galatea's apartment with Cerise. When you get to the landing where her unit is, you see Camelia, standing outside Galatea's door. She's carrying on a conversation in fluent Russian with the whores who live across the way.

Camelia steps aside for Cerise and lets her into the apartment. They share a mutual look of hatred that could shatter glass.

You try to follow Cerise in, but Camelia stops you up by grabbing your arm. The whores, sensing that now isn't a good time, head back into their own apartment.

"Dirty people," Camelia says, nodding at the closed door across the way. "Shame Hitler cocked it all up with Soviet campaign."

"Don't change the subject," you say. "Am I not allowed to attend the 1st Annual Lesbo NEET Summit?"

"Do what you want. But you're not going to interfere with my plans," Camelia says. She narrows her eyes. "Your sister won't either."

You jerk your arm away from her. "Yeah? Or else what? I'm sick of your games."

"That depends," Camelia says. "What do you prefer? Shall I come to you with a rod of discipline, or shall I come in love and with a gentle spirit?"

"Cute," you say.

"I know that Cerise means a lot to you," Camelia says. "And you feel responsible for her. After all, her shitty life is all your fault. Isn't it?"

You glower.

"Well, Galatea is my Cerise," Camelia says. "I owe her the same debts of kinship. I'm keeping her safe."

"By involving her in multiple class A felonies?"

"You don't know what you're talking about," Camelia says.

"So that means you two are sisters, then?"

"All women are my sisters and all men are my brothers. And anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister."

"I never took you for a Christian fundamentalist," you say.

"I told you. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Am I free to go?"

She steps back and lets you inside. She doesn't follow.
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>>2617303
>And anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister
1 JOHN 4:21 MOTHERFUCKERS
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>>2617303
AND 1 CORINTHIANS 4:21 AAAAAHHHHH
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>>2617312
Holy shit this goes way too deep
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STOP STOP PLEASE STOP WITH THE 421 IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN HURT SO BAD
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>>2617312
>>2617315
this is dangerous
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>>2617303
>"Well, Galatea is my Cerise,

So she secretly wants to fuck Galatea?
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>>2617303
Damn I love Camelia.
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>421
inb4 we've been reading it backwards and it's December 4, the end date for FQ.
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So Camelia has likely been getting info on us through Galatea, but do you think Galatea has leaked any info to Cerise about Camelia without realizing it?
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>>2617326
But the final OVA took place on August 2, and final episode synopsis on July 20, with the series having initially died on July 13.
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>>2617336
Should've specified that I meant this current quest, FQ2.
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>>2617321
>secretly

>>2617312
>>2617315
>Quran surah 4 verses 20-21
>>(4:20) And if you decide to dispense with a wife in order to take another, do not take away anything of what you might have given the first one, even if you had given her a heap of gold. Would you take it back by slandering her and committing a manifest wrong?
>>(4:21) How can you take it away after each one has enjoyed the other, and they have taken a firm covenant from you?

Cheating on Whitney and denying her of our cum is haram, guys.
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>>2617342
Good thing we aren't religious
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>>2617345
Excuse you, Cerise is a goddess.
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Galatea's room is at the back. You head inside.

Cerise is there. But she's the only one who is.

Your blood runs cold. This was a trap after all. Camelia set you up. She--

Cerise gets down on the floor, lying on her side, and lifts up the bedskirt. "There you are. Motherfucker. Get out here."
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w-whats OP planning
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>>2617348
Ah true
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From under the bed, almost inaudibly, you hear: "no"

"Don't make me drag you out by your ankles, Gal. I swear to God."

"i won't come out"

"That does it," Cerise says. She reaches under the bed and does exactly what she threatened: she drags Galatea out by the ankles. Galatea does her best to stay under the bed, clawing at the carpet, but it's no use.

Now out in the open, she sees you standing there too. She hides her face by going prone and burying it in the floor.

Cerise grabs her shoulder and flips her onto her back. Galatea keeps her face covered up with both hands. She's practically hyperventilating.

"You can have this back," Cerise says. She pulls a locket from her jeans and drops it on the carpet beside Galatea's head.

"i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry"

"This too," Cerise says. She pulls out a folded bunch of papers with frilly handwriting on it - way prettier than Cerise's is. It must be a letter from Galatea. This joins the locket on the floor.

"i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry"

"You did the worst thing possible. All this time you pretended to be my friend and then you turned around and sold me out to the fucking devil."

"i never wanted it to be like this"

"Yeah? Me either." She stands up. "You're pathetic. You know, I thought maybe I could... I don't know. Say goodbye in a nice way, at least. Talk with you for a little while. But seeing Camelia out there... you really are working with her, huh?"

Galatea nods.

"By choice?"

Galatea nods.

"It's over," Cerise says. "I... forget it. It's just over."

"i still love you"

Cerise is at a loss for words here. She turns and walks out without replying.

Galatea is crying.

[ ] Leave.
[ ] Talk to her.
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>>2617353

[x] Leave.
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>>2617353
>[X] Leave.
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>>2617353
Talk to her
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>>2617353
[X] Talk to her gently
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>>2617353
>talking in lower case
... god dammit.
>[x] Talk to her.
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>>2617353
>[x] Talk to her.
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>>2617353
>[x] Talk to her.
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>>2617353
>[ ] Talk to her.
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>>2617353
>[x] Talk to her.
Build rapport. Raise a flag.
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>>2617353
>[x] Talk to her.
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>>2617353
>[X] Talk to her.
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>[X] Talk to her.
ask for her reasons
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>[ ] Talk to her.
Anons, this isn't ok. There has to be a way to fix this
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>>2617353
>[X] Talk to her.
Boy, I sure do wonder when that episode name is gonna come into play
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>>2617353
>[ ] Talk to her.
We can be Alpha, but we can be gentle while doing it.
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>>2617377
Anon, it literally just did. “On ice.”

As in dead.
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>>2617377
maybe it just did, and we literally just put the yuri on ice
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>[X] Talk to her.
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at least she can't give us shit for almost being gay
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>>2617388
>almost
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>>2617353
>[ ] Leave.
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>>2617376
It's simple. We fuck Gal, then we fuck Cerise, then we fuck them both together. Insert Camelia somewhere in there and the conflict is all gone.
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we have something big coming buckle up
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mfw OP Studios is stalling and waiting until 4:21 to finish the episode
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>>2617421
mfw OP Studios is stalling and waiting until 4 minutes and 21 seconds before 4:21 to finish the episode
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>[x] Talk to her.

You sit cross-legged beside her.

"I'm, uh, the little brother," you say. "What Cerise said was pretty harsh, but if makes you feel any better -- you probably deserved a lot worse than that."

"you're right. please go."

"I need to know that Camelia is the only one you told all of Cerise's secrets too. There are things that could get us in a lot of trouble."

"i only told camelia"

"Is she your sister?"

Galatea doesn't respond. She's shutting down. She gets on her belly and crawls under the bed again.

You follow Cerise's lead, lying on your side and lifting the bedskirt. Galatea is curled up in the fetal position, her back to you.

"Why did you do it?"

"it doesn't matter"

"It sure as shit matters. You ruined a perfectly good relationship. And you made my sister really sad, which frankly, kind of pisses me off. Uh... don't tell her I said that."

"i did it because it was fun"

You can't believe this girl. "Fun?" You sputter. "You fucked with our lives for fun?"

"no. no. hacking was fun... i didn't mean to hurt anyone. i didn't mean to hurt cerise."

"Well, you did. What are you going to do about it?"

She doesn't say anything to that.

You stand and are about to leave when she pokes her head out from under the bed. She looks at you with frightened eyes. You're starting to believe the anxiety thing isn't really an act after all.

"please take those things back to cerise. i want her to have them."

She points at the locket and the letter. You scoop them up. Might as well.

"tell her i'm sorry"

"You said that more than enough already. It won't make any difference coming from me."

Her eyes fill with tears again. "when i met cerise..." She trails off and falls silent.

"Out with it. I don't have all day."

"she told me that i saved her life... if that's true... i can be happy with that"

"Great. Is that all?"

"tell her she saved my life too"

You think about that for a long time as you walk down the stairs and back to the car where Cerise is waiting.
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>>2617426
>"tell her she saved my life too"
Oh no oh no oh no
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>>2617426
Well, ok?
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I WANT TO SAVE THEIR LOVE
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>>2617426
>>"tell her she saved my life too"
Oh boy.
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Not like this
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>>2617426
>"she told me that i saved her life... if that's true... i can be happy with that"

>"Great. Is that all?"

>"tell her she saved my life too"

>>2617425
mfw OP posts Cerise's near suicide flashback at 4:21
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It's late, but the episode is not over.

Join me again tonight (Sunday) at 7 PM EST for the conclusion.
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>>2617447
Noooo I have a flight tonight ;_;
Seriously all this travel is wearing on me.
See you soon OP!
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>>2617447
GODDAMNIT OP YOU TEASE
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>>2617447
Sleep tight OP Studios.
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>>2617447
OP, how much of this thread has been going according to your expectations? Probably most of it right?

Thanks for the run
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>>2617447
i'm not going to sleep till 4:21
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>>2617447
I'm working. Guess pulling out that Jack wasn't such a bad idea after all.
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>>2617426
Why can’t anyone in this quest be a normal, well adjusted adult?
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>Will Alabaster get shanked? Will Cerise and or Galatea kill themselves? Will Whitney find the true meaning of Christmas?
>Tune in next time to find out!
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>>2617447
Good night, Gracie.
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>>2617458

Whitney already knows from her formative years that the true meaning of Christmas is waking up early with excitement in your heart only to find your dad passed out on the couch with a pile of empty beer cans on the floor and no presents under the ratty fake plastic tree in the living room. Then a couple hours later he wakes up and yells at you to clean the yard.

Goodnight!
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>>2617447
Good thread, OP
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>>2617462
Pff, what yard?
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>>2617462
This is somehow more sad than the episode thus far.
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>>2617462
11/10
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>>2617468
boop 4:21
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>>2617462
Ok we have to spend Christmas with Whitney now. I'd feel guilty if we didn't after hearing that
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>>2617426
You guys are too soft
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>>2617462
lmao dumb poorfag cunt
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>>2617488
Me? I never go soft.
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>>2617488
That Sable scene got me pretty fucking hard
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Minor detail to point out before I turn in: I just checked and all of the sadpanda tanks Whitney mentions were actually around and had English translations in 2015. Not sure whether that’s a coincidence or not (knowing OP I bet it isn’t) but good continuity either way.
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>>2617516
All of the great classics came out around or before then, anyhow. I distinctly remember the Fela Pure animation coming out the same day as the first Interlewd.
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>>2617462
This is why Whitney needs love. Thanks OP.
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Galatea is solely for gentle lovemaking and cuddling.
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>>2617551
Sorry Alabaster, that NEET pussy is property of Cerise.
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>>2617561
Siblings should share everything
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>>2617563
e-everything?!
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>>2617561
I wonder if Camelia and galetea girlfuck at all like siblings should.
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>>2617581
Are they sisters? Seems suspicious that neither one would give a straight answer. I bet it’s more complicated than just being siblings.
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>>2617585
both from the same orphanage, maybe?
We'll understand OPs plans soon enough.
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>>2617585
I don’t really care if they’re actually really related, I just wanna know if they’ve made out and mashed puss together.
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>>2617585
Well if Camelia is Alabaster's daughter from the future like she should be, then Galatea should be kind of her sister but also kind of not.
Galatea in Greek myth was, as we should all know by know, the statue of a woman that Pygmalion made and fell in love with. (There were also less-well-known Galateas but they're not important unless Galatea's a reverse trap, which she isn't)
Pertinent is that Galatea was a statue made of ivory. This is the only character I'm aware of whose name references a statuary material aside from Alabaster.

Alabaster is working on a nebulous program that seems to be designed around helping a computer identify objects via camera. Ostensibly to help with Darkbloom's analytics. What if they're building an AI instead? What if Alabaster is helping to make an AI, and it ends up imprinting upon him in the future? What if it considers he, who practically ran the dev team, her father, and Cerise, who helped keep her servers (womb?) safe while she was still "incubating", her mother? What if she downloads herself into a body and helps her self-declared half-sister travel back in time? What if her relatively isolated "upbringing" makes her shy of people she doesn't know, but she can't help but reach out to her "mother" in this time?

This would make Galatea and Camelia close enough to being sisters but complicated enough for them to naturally hesitate in answer to that question. It would explain Galatea's issue with people (not to mention she was sort of violated "as a child" when Darkbloom's servers were hacked - by herself). And, most importantly, it would mean that Galatea is a created being made real by love and a goddess, which we all know that Cerise is.
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>>2617686
Oh also I'm pretty sure it was Cerise that burned the school down, and not Alabaster. That's what the references to Cerise fucking up Alabaster's life again were about.
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Since when did Cerise find out about the betrayal? Did it occur off-screen? Is that why Cerise wasn't talking to the MC?
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>>2617729
yeah off-screen
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>>2617462
It so sad she can't even get real plastic.
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>>2617462
We need to use Camelia's time travel tech to go back and time and kidn- surprise adopt baby!Whitney and raise her with love and care. With adult Whitney as adoptive mom.

Is it weird that I want Alabaster to be a father figure to the girls he's fucking? Sable could really use some decent parents, too desu.

Really the only ones whose parents weren't trash are Cerise and Rose. And one of Cerise's parents was Alabaster. Alabaster is, himself, a quarter of all non-trash parents featured in this story.
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>>2617494
This gave me a good laugh

>>2617568
Eeeeeeeverything

>>2617688
I agree. I think that there's way more to this than OP is letting on
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>>2616563
>"Do it, do it, do it..." she says.
CAN YOU SEE ALL OF ME
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I've been having this feeling for a while since the whole "Kill Darkbloom / Kill Camelia" started, I'm afraid this is going to divide into two factions and it will have a backlash on the girls on the future.

As in, what I'm imagining is that if we decide to help Camelia then David Darkbloom will retaliate on Vivian, Sable, Alex, Rose.

And if we decide to help David, Camelia will retaliate with Cerise, Whitney, Galatea, Kay.

And when we are mindbroken and dead inside questioning who we choose to let to die, Renee appears, restores our hope and we form our third faction to try to save everyone by playing double agent.
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>>2617818
I can see that happening. Not the Renee part but everything else. I think that Alabaster is smart enough to do the whole double agent thing in his own
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>>2617818
Youre not the first to notice this faction play, but for now were only the cue ball in the match of Big Data versus [some type of] resistance.
why the fuck would Darkbloom harm his own daughter
she even might be as deep into this shit as he himself is

David and Camelia both probably could destroy all we hold dear, but for now were useful, their tool for harming the enemy. Lets see how it will turn out
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>>2617818
Another of my crazy theories is just that Camelia is David's bastard child with daddy issues kek.

And that there's going to be time travel hijinks maybe even crossing with FQ1 in some parts

>>2617825
I hope we get to see best sensei pretty soon.

>>2617830
I kinda did that list on a whim, but the point is that some girls might get a bad end if we choose to side with one faction, and if OP studios has planned (doubt it) to go with this route, then the list might be mixed with best girls on each side. Imagine making people decide to kill off Cerise or Rose. Or Whitney or Alex.

It's going to be a bloodbath.

good thing this wont happen, r-right?
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>>2617841
dont fukkin kid yourself. OP wants to make this darker than before. I like it gritty but I dont want no cutie to get killed off, yet killing off characters might be needed for various reasons.
Lets trust in OP.
All those names and all those 421's and so forth, man, you cant make that shit up. He clearly knows what hes doing, but:
"I want you all to know that I have your best interest at heart" could also mean giving us what we dont want. lets just pray and
trust in OP
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>>2617848
>that pic

Now it's improved.
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>>2617909
fukken saved, my dude
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Where my Cerisefags at?
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>>2617938
Galatea second best girl for reigniting Cerise’s will to live.
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>>2617938

Biding time in anticipation for the return of the true overwaifu.
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>>2616563
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I don’t think Camelia is our kid. I think she’s Darkbloom’s bastard daughter, it makes sense... she’s this season’s Vivian after all, a hyper edgy girl who makes a bad first impression by constantly threatening us, who hates Darkbloom and wants to take him down.
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It doesn't matter who Camelia is, the point is that she's a commie and the only thing commies are good for is pushing daisies.
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>>2618191
And pushing your dick into.
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>>2618191
>”Dirty people," Camelia says, nodding at the closed door across the way. "Shame Hitler cocked it all up with Soviet campaign."
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>>2618296
tfw no communazi gf
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>>2618191
She was literally reading Mein Kampf the first time we saw her, my dude. The whole point is that her politics are so over the place that it makes absolutely no fucking sense.
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>>2618349
She even gave a big speech where she’s like, I don’t care what the revolution looks like, I just want to kill Darkbloom.

Her political belief system is “edginess”
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>>2617938
Rose will always be my girl but Cerise is a close second
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>>2617938
Here. I really would like to do more stuff with her, but we seem to just go along with whoever invites us at the time and Cerise isn't really the type to do that.
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>>2618376
Alabaster’s living situation must have you ecstatic.

also, no wonder you replied to the Whitney Christmas post by calling her a “dumb poorfag cunt”
Daily reminder that Whitney still sucked Alabaster’s dick in Boise AND won his virginity
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>>2616658
>"Ohhhh," Whitney says. "She's racist. Gotcha."
>>2617303
>"Dirty people," Camelia says, nodding at the closed door across the way. "Shame Hitler cocked it all up with Soviet campaign."

Whitney knew.
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>>2618390
That is very true.
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>Futaba plug has fully arrived
I for one welcome our new reason to post the Persona 5 soundtrack
>mfw conclusion soon https://youtu.be/ZMvzNQ2Itqg
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April 20, 2015

"One more time," Whitney says.

You're sloppy drunk off of the three beers that Whitney practically forced down your throat, and dressed only in boxers. You have to be up in 7 hours for the first match of the finals. But Whitney won't let you sleep - she's making you practice questions over and over, reading from the trivia books that you toted along to Boise with you.

"I -- hic -- I can't do this anymore," you slur.

"Come on, you pussy! You quitter! That's loser talk!"

You grudgingly get dressed again, donning five uncomfortable layers of shirts, pants and socks. You would dearly like to sleep, but Whitney is too obnoxious and persistent - she isn't going to leave you alone. And plus, she guilted you into drinking and doing this practice session with her. It's her birthday, after all, and you didn't get her anything. In fact, Rose and Cerise were the only two people to give her any actual presents: from Rose, a gift card to Taco Bell (which, weirdly enough, Whitney said was perfect) - from Cerise, a Furby modified to say "fuck you" (which Whitney squealed over).

The rules of Whitney's quiz bowl drilling are simple enough: every time you answer incorrectly, you lose an article of clothing.

"What year did Gen-gahis Ka-han die?"

"Genghis Khan," you say. You hiccup again. "It's pronounced Genghis Khan."

"Don't be such a fucking dork. What year did he bite it?"

"1227."

Whitney lets out a "grrr." She's primarily in this to see you strip.

So of course, she does what she did last time. She flips to the section on sports trivia - your weakest topic by far. Who won the 1943 World Series? How many field goals did Wilt Chamberlin score in his record setting game? What was the score in the final match of the 1999 FIFA Women's World Cup? The answer to all of these, as far as you're concerned, is a disinterested shrug. And so you're quickly losing the shirts off your back. Among other things.
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Waiting warmly. Just in time for my plane landing!
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(continued)

"What was the number on Dale Earnhardt's--"

"Wait a second..." you say, your vision focusing and unfocusing. You're down to your bottom layer of clothes. "Why am I the only one getting naked here?"

Whitney looks at you like a confused puppy. "You're the one drilling."

"You're on the team too," you say. "That means you need to practice too." You reach out and grab the trivia almanac from Whitney's grasp. She resists, but only weakly.

Looking down at the text on the page, the letters swimming for a moment before they resolve themselves, you read: "What was the number on Dale Earnhardt's NASCAR vehicle when he died?"

Whitney shrugs. "NASCAR is dumb as shit. Ask my dad, he knows."

"Your dad isn't on the team," you say. "Besides, you literally just read this question."

Whitney rolls her eyes. "You interrupted me before I could get to the answer, dickweed!"

Sometimes you wonder how Whitney manages to dress herself in the morning. "The answer is 3. Take your shirt off," you say.

Whitney actually blushes - it's rare to see her get flustered. She probably didn't expect you to be so aggressive about it. But she regains her composure quickly enough, her surprised look melting into a broad grin.

She slips her tanktop over her head, revealing that she isn't wearing a bra underneath. Somehow, her torso is just as tan as the rest of her. You can't help staring at her small but inviting breasts. She takes the opportunity to grab the trivia almanac back from you.

It's going to be a long night.
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>>2618746
>>2618755
It's time
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I miss Renee ;_;
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Long night indeed.
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Driving home with Cerise, you watch the pin indicator on the tracking app that you bugged Rose's phone with. Sure enough, it's not sitting tight at Cerise's apartment. It's following behind you in traffic.

Rose, you sneaky bitch. As expected.

When you're back in town again and nearing the apartment, you watch Rose's location indicator suddenly swerve down a side street and race to beat you back home. By pulling what must double the speed limit or more, she makes it. When you walk through the front door, she's still out of breath.

"There you are," she says. "I've been going crazy waiting here for you two. I thought for sure Camelia was going to be coming here to murder me or something."

You sigh and shake your head.
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>>2618755
Happy birthday, Whitney.
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>>2618764
We all do :(
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>>2618755
>Whitney actually blushes
staying awake was worth it
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>>2618746
>4/20 birthday
>Likes Taco Bell
>/fit/

She's perfect
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Cerise, predictably, heads straight for her bedroom. You put your hand against the door and keep her from closing it on her way in.

"Leave me alone, Alabaster. I need to sleep."

"All you do is sleep," you tell her. "I live under the same roof with you and we hardly ever hang out."

"Why the fuck would I want to hang out with you?" She says, folding her arms. "At least sleeping doesn't constantly annoy me with its unsolicited opinions."

You frown. "Isn't that what dreaming is?"

"Alabaster, I swear to fucking god."

"Look, I just need to make sure you don't hang yourself or something. It's the least I can do as your sibling."

She pokes the inside of one cheek with her tongue, huffing in frustration. "So what do you suggest, oh loving brother of mine?"

"Let me in, first of all."

She steps aside.

"What now?" She says.

"We're gonna have a family movie night."
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>>2617938
Reporting for duty sir

>>2618770
heh
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>>2618782
OH BOY
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>>2618782
>"We're gonna have a family movie night."
I like where this is going
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>>2618782
>"We're gonna have a family movie night."
OP STOP BULLYING MY HEART ;_;
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>>2618782
IT'S TIME
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>>2618782

IT'S TIME

CERISEFAGS, IT IS OUR TIME
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>>2618782
Oh lordy. OP please I have a ride into town!
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>>2618782
Y E S
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You sit at Cerise's computer desk. Cerise sits on her bed.

"You're making pretty good money now, right?" You say.

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Invest in some Febreeze. Holy shit. Do you do absolutely nothing but drink beer and masturbate in here?"

"There isn't enough Febreeze in the world to spritz away the sin of incest happening in my fucking living room," Cerise shoots back. "If you and Rose were any thirstier, you'd be a pair of desiccated mummies."

"Whatever. Do you still watch anime?" You ask, dropping the back-and-forth of insults and hoping to turn the conversation at least somewhat civil.

There was a long time when Cerise pretended to hate your "Japanese cartoons," but after your parents died and you were marooned in the Mallory home, you learned the truth: Cerise was secretly a fan too. The long nights you spent together watching anime in your room kept you both sane.

(She never did develop an appreciation for the true classics, which she derided as "moeshit," but you could at least begrudgingly respect her taste. She's no Stackleford.)

"Sometimes," Cerise says in response.

"What are you watching this season?"

She shrugs.

"...Nothing?" You say.

"I'm catching up on my backlog, that's all."

"What shows?"

She shrugs.

She's more depressed than you thought.

"We'll start with the undisputed best anime of 2018," you announce. "Darling in the Franxx."
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>>2618806
fukkin whot mate
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>>2618782
IT BEGINS!
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>>2618806

YES!
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>>2618806
>Darling in the Franxx
I'm so disappointed in you Ally
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>watching france
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>>2618806
>undisputed best anime of 2018
>Darling in the Franxx

time to puke
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>>2618806
We should take it easy and watch Yuru Camp.
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>>2618806

Ally is probably that Ichigo shitposter
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Cerise seems wholly unimpressed as the bright explosions and involved battle sequences flash on screen. Then again, she seems wholly unimpressed by pretty much everything.

"I knew you had shitty taste, Alabaster, but this is beyond the pale."

"Come on. You like Trigger."

"They should have stopped beating around the bush and just name this show 'Evangelion, Except The Robots are Powered by Fanservice'."

"Whatever. I'll turn it off, then."

"I didn't tell you to turn it off. Anime is a fucking wasteland these days. I'm sure there isn't much else to watch."

She's wrong about that. And you're going to prove it to her. Whether she likes it or not.

You binge watch deep into the night, Cerise making snide comments the entire time. At some point, you end up getting out her laptop to watch on that instead, so you can sit together on the bed, propped up against the wall.

And eventually she's nodding off against your shoulder.

"Stop drooling on me," you say.

"Mggh?" She groans. She wipes her mouth with the back of her palm and then smears it on her pantleg. Ever the lady.

"By the way..." you say. "Your gay friend asked me to pass on a message on for you. She says you saved her life too."

"Tell her to go fuck herself," Cerise says, dozing off again.

You're starting to doze off, too.
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So guys what is undisputed best anime of 2018
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>>2618836
Polar Prostitutes.
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>>2618833
Cute
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>>2618836

Dallas and Robo
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>>2618833
>"Come on. You like Trigger."
Confirmed for shooting herself later on.
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>>2618836
>>2618841
This, for now
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>>2618836
probably Space Jam
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>>2618836
Lupin pt 5, hands down flat.
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At around 3:00 AM, you're rudely awoken by the vibration of your phone in your pocket.

It's from Kay Vera.

"10 AM at the Rutabaga Cafe," she says. "I'll be waiting."

"It's 3 in the fucking morning," you grumble.

Beside you, Cerise snorts and tosses in her sleep.

"...is it that late? I must have lost track of the time. I've been working all night."

"Christ you're annoying. I have work tomorrow, you know. During normal human hours."

"What does tomorrow have to do with it? I want to meet at 10 AM today."

"Not tomorrow," you say. "I mean-- you know what, nevermind. The point is, I have work. So it can't be at 10."

"I can push it to noon, but that's the best I can do. Find an excuse to be there or you won't get another chance. You're not my only lead."

[ ] I'll be there.
[ ] Forget it.
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>>2618871

[x] Ill be there
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