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locked_down2018-09-15 11:00 pm
lockdownmods) wrote in locked_down2018-09-15 11:00 pm
WEEK 6
[Week six comes like an ominous wave. If anything, the wall is more threatening that it's ever been. That sign from last week? Looks aged-- like it's far more than just a week old. But more than that, it feels like something is waiting to snap this week. What could possibly go wrong, after last week?
Said no one ever, at this point.
But still, if you look around this week, you might find out something. It's like someone has started leaving clues in places old and new. Take a look around.]
Said no one ever, at this point.
But still, if you look around this week, you might find out something. It's like someone has started leaving clues in places old and new. Take a look around.]
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[The sarcasm is pretty clear in his voice as he makes a jab back at everything truth or dare was.]
Really... just... please care about yourself.
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[It's just, perhaps, that his idea of doing so is too unconventional to be considered such.]
But, I won't let you go without a prize, as that doesn't count.
[A wicked smile crosses his lips.]
Are you ready?
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[Poe pauses and looks warily at Gogol.]
... I... I suppose?
[He has a very bad feeling about this.]
pretend i didnt lose this tag
Gogol leans in, close, too close, and then...
...something touches Poe's cheek. Gogol's hand, middle two fingers touching his thumb in the imitation of a mouth. A very light peck.]
There you go!
What tag loss? No idea what you're talking about. Nope.
I- you- Clown- you're-!.... t... terrible!
[He refuses to acknowledge the small part of him that was slightly disappointed. Because he's not. Not... at all. His taste isn't that bad. It's not.]
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[He sounds so gleeful and so proud of himself.]
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[Poe hisses that out from between his hands. He's still bright red and not looking at Gogol.]
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[He's loving this. So much.]
Be careful what you wish for, Detective!
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[This is how he's going to die. Of blushing because an unfairly pretty clown almost kissed him. He'd probably be already dead if he actually got kissed. Which he should stop thinking about. Now.]
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[Gogol goes, leaving Poe to have his crisis in peace.]
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