[heart game]
There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .
Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .
Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .
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That's all.
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[and turning around to slowly pad his way in an opposite direction]
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Ah, what an exclusive bunch... Or is it better that way?
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I don't want to have tea with them.
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[eventually, the path starts to clear with less toys and furniture and into pure black]
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[and he's stopping when there is nothing at all to be seen]
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I almost have to admire it.
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Because I couldn't think the same way, of course.
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Do you even know how long you've been here?
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