Location: Central City
Date: Nov 4th
Time: 16:44
Wally was enjoying his evening off. The team didn't have a mission, all his homework was done, there were no tests tomorrow to study for, and he got to have a full 8 hours after school where he did nothing or everything depending on his mood. A few of his buddies had invited him to the Entertainment Center, a glorious place combining a food court, arcade, go-cart track, bowling alley, and laser tag arena into one experience, and he was more than happy to comply. He felt bad that he blew them off for his 'internship' so often, and he missed seeing them outside of the lunchroom.
The four of them were an hour into a heated Skee-ball battle when Wally went to go get a corn dog and a slushie refill. He rounded a Galaga game console and was surprised to see a dark blonde and green ponytail in his peripheral vision. Emmy. She was crouching behind a Ms. Pacman console and peeking around its corner. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching him, he knew from previous experience that the security cameras in this place were fake, and zipped to a squat behind her.
"What are we looking at?" He whispered in her ear. Emmy inhaled sharply, and he barely caught the elbow that flew toward his face.
"Hey! Not the money maker!"
Emmy huffed a laugh through her nose when she saw who it was and relaxed, "What are you doing here, Wally?"
He sent her a look. "Really? You're going to ask me that when you're the one crouched behind a console like a creepy pedophile?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "Putting the 'creepy' in front of 'pedophile' is a bit redundant, don't you think?"
He leaned even closer to her with a low voice and a charming smile, "If you're stalking me because you're finally ready to confess your undying love for me, I'm flattered, but I will be filing a restraining order."
"I could manage an undying loathe if that's close enough for you," Emmy bumped his shoulder, and he fell on his ass with his legs bent in front of him.
She smirked at him before turning her head again. Wally frowned. He thought his balance was a little better than that. He threw his elbows on his now-raised knees and followed his estimation of Emmy's eye-line. There, at the two-person Deal or No Deal game, was Sage in a lavender sundress and an oversized leather jacket that was undoubtedly one of Emmy's with some skinny kid with fluffy black hair in dark jeans and a red WWE t-shirt.
"Are you seriously spying on your sister's arcade date?" He snickered at her in disbelief. She sat down cross legged in front of him with her hands on her knees.
"Keep your voice down," she hissed. "I googled it, 3% of 11-year-olds are sexually active, so who's to say they aren't going to meet up with some horny child and have a threesome."
"In an arcade?" Wally laughed at her unhinged logic. "What you thought Sage would lose her virginity at 11, in an arcade bathroom during a three-way?"
"No!" Emmy snapped, but then she rubbed the back of her neck and muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" He leaned forward innocently.
"I thought it'd be in the laser tag arena," she grumbled sheepishly.
"You're crazy," Wally was still smiling at her incredulously. "I went on a couple dates at Sage's age, and I guarantee you neither of my parents were concerned that I was having sex."
"I'm sure they still feel that way, but it's different for me because Sage is actually cute," Emmy explained patronizingly.
He kicked her lightly. She winked at him. He wondered why he suddenly found the simple action so disarming.
Emmy sighed and put her head in her hands for a second. The Todd's had gotten Sage and Hunter to school on Monday, (Emmy still couldn't believe they let Sage go to a sleepover at a random family's house on a school night just because she called one of them 'Mom'), but the kids came home with her after school. Emmy didn't even have the opportunity to be upset because they immediately started telling her about the fun they'd had on Halloween and tugging their candy out of their bookbags to sort in front of her. Hunter had written down a tally of all the candy he'd gotten last night before he ate any so Emmy would know how big his unadulterated candy pile had been. The small piece of paper was now preserved in one of her favorite geology books.
Sage rambled about trick-or-treating with her friends, particularly how Cindi's mom made Mexican hot chocolate in to-go cups for them, and then emptied a typically unused compartment in her backpack housing three jumbo-size peanut butter cups that she had saved aside for Emmy. Evidently, Sage was at the age where older siblings were really embarrassing to their younger sibling but cool to all the younger friends, and she thanked Emmy for not coming and 'crowding her'. Emmy ruffled Sage's hair, ate a peanut butter cup, and pretended that she hadn't spent the night in the tree outside Katie's bedroom window.
Hunter said the exact opposite and signed that he wanted Emmy to come trick-or-treating with him again next year because he was the only one in his little Justice League who didn't have his mom there and he 'didn't like it'. Emmy's short coughing fit was absolutely not hiding tears, and she blew raspberries into Hunter's stomach while he squealed and flailed.
"Never grow up, please," Emmy signed to him, catching the pen Sage threw at her in retaliation to the chagrin of the thrower.
The rest of the week had been going well with the kids. They played games, did homework, ate breakfast and dinner together, and got along well. Emmy thought that maybe the occasional time apart actually was helpful for them, but then they hit a road bump when Sage came home last night. She tugged Emmy into the gym and squealed about some child named Alex 'finally asking her out on a date'.
Emmy glared at something far away, "Do you know why Sage wanted to be Persephone for Halloween?"
Wally shook his head.
"Because pomegranate is the favorite fruit of the boy she likes, so she carried pomegranates around in front of him all night and used some Pavlovian training to get him to ask her out," Emmy scowled. "She wooed that boy, Wally. Eleven-year-olds should not be able to woo each other."
"Wooed? Are you sixteen or sixty, Hazel?" Wally scoffed with mirth.
"Wrong again, Kid Flagrant. She told me about the date, I casually mentioned that I didn't think she was old enough, and she blew the fuck up on me and it turned into this big thing not even related to the date," Emmy pinched her nose bridge.
"Sage thinks that I don't want her to have sex ever, when all I said was that I think she should wait until she's 16-ish, and she makes most of her decisions to spite me, so I just thought it wouldn't hurt to follow her a bit. Especially because there is no way in hell that little boy knows what or where the clitoris is, and he certainly doesn't know what to do with it should he accidentally happen upon it."
Wally shook his head at her rambling antics, but the last part of her argument was fair. He was pretty sure he'd learned what a clitoris was in sex ed when he was 13. Emmy stopped grumbling and was squinting suspiciously at the hand Alex had placed on Sage's shoulder as she guessed which suitcase to open next.
Wally looked at Emmy appraisingly. Her outfit consisted of a black ballcap with a helium atom on it, dark high waisted jeans, her typical worn aqua converse, and a cropped light green t-shirt. Her tattoo was peeking out on her left side, and he assumed a few inches of her abs would show when she stood up. He mentally sighed and added an hour-long ab workout to his evening plans. The blondes on his team put his torso to shame and were a constant reminder for him to eat more protein and never stop working out.
"Just for future reference," he tugged on the bill of her hat lightly. "Wearing a ballcap doesn't hide your identity. It just makes people who know you go, 'Oh, look, Emmy is wearing a hat, she must be trying to be sneaky. I should be hyperaware of her presence and actions now.'"
She swatted his hand away but smirked and took the hat off, putting it in the small backpack purse she was wearing, "Noted."
"So, what are you doing here?" She asked him. "Trying to beat the Dance Dance Revolution update?"
"Nah," he nodded at the direction he came from. "Just hanging out with some friends. I was on my way to get food refills when I stumbled across my favorite mentally unwell teammate."
Emmy looked at him down her nose. "You like me more than yourself? No wonder you came over here talking about undying love."
He rolled his eyes and stood up, still behind the Pacman machine.
"Hey, do you happen to have a certain bottomless black credit card with you and a desire to make a group of four guys unnaturally happy?"
Emmy produced a thin black wallet, pulled out the card Bats gave her for food, clothes, and emergencies, and held it up to Wally between her pointer and middle finger without looking.
"Sweet," he smiled and grabbed it. "You're the best."
He was about to jog to the food court when Emmy hopped to her feet and roughly pulled him back by the edge of the unbuttoned blue shirt covering his yellow t-shirt. Her back was against the game and he was standing in front of her.
"What?" He looked down at her alarmed.
"Yeah, you can't go that way she might see you."
"So? I'm not the one spying on her date."
Emmy hummed slightly. "Ehh, see, she'll think I sent you, and then I'll never hear the end of it for disregarding the results of the Arcade Quarrel."
He blinked at her in confusion. "The what now?"
"So, whenever one of the kids disagrees with something I ask or tell them to do, they can challenge it by submitting their quarrel to the arcade. We do best two out of three and the winner gets what to do what they want. It can be a full trio, where we each do a round on three different games and two out of three wins. Or it can be an Inferior's Challenge where the challenger gets to pick one game where all three rounds are done, but the acceptor of the challenge gets to go an extra five minutes to get more points after the third round."
Emmy glared off to the side slightly, "She chose Ms. Pac Man as an Inferior's Challenge, and I lost, so I technically am not allowed to be here until she texts me to pick her up."
Wally raised his eyebrows a little. That was a really weird way of settling disagreements. Then again, it was the kind of disciplinary system an 11-year-old would invent. He had an odd swell of emotion hit his heart as he pictured tinier versions of the Easts crowded around a Dig Dug game to determine if they would have broccoli or ice cream at dinner. He glanced at Sage around the corner of the game. She was so small and tiny and young; he could not imagine her as an authority figure over anything. He doubted anyone but Emmy knew what it was like for her to be a child who suddenly had to take care of two other children, but he bet it was hell. He was a complete idiot at eleven despite his accelerated coursework and superior grades. His parents got him a fish once to see if he could work his way up to being responsible for a dog, but Sir Isaac Fishton was dead in two days. The Arcade Quarrel was a stark look into a world he had never really spent the time to fathom previously.
"You know," he paused and tried to think of an acceptable way to phrase his thoughts, "I think you're a better mom than most adults."
Emmy's eyebrows raised at the unprompted compliment, but she scoffed harshly. Most adults don't have half their kids trading them out for the fucking Todd's.
"That's not your way of saying you want to start calling me, Mommy, is it?" She hissed with fake sympathy. "Because I am just really not into that."
He leaned a little closer, "Does that mean calling me Daddy is off the table, too?"
Her lips and eyebrows lifted at the unexpected reply and something in the air shifted. Her mischievous eyes flicked down to his chest and back up to his face slowly.
"Everyone has their-"
A voice cut off her riposte, and Wally was pretty sure he was going to murder whoever it was.
"I was wondering what was taking Wally so long," the redhead looked over to see Brandon simpering at them, "but now it all makes sense."
Wally became acutely aware of how close he had leaned toward Emmy. And that he had his right hand next to her head on the back of the game like he was a bad boy in an 80's movie. And that Emmy still had her hands loosely tugging the edges of his shirt from when she had first pulled him away from Sage's sightline. Emmy immediately folded her arms under her chest and looked at Brandon while Wally took an awkward step back.
"Hi, Emmy," Brandon was smiling at her like he had just walked in on them doing something scandalous. "Or do you prefer to go by Marie-Antionette now?"
Emmy exhaled through her nose in a quasi-laugh at the reference to the new nickname floating around for her at school. After the Stacy Incidence last week, HNG had mostly shifted to Marie-Antionette.
"Hi, Brandon," Emmy quirked an amused eyebrow at a flushing Wally. "I was just telling Wally that if he buys more than $60 of slushies and corn dogs for your gaming day with my card, I'm going to end his bloodline."
"You're footing our food bill?" Brandon sent a dazzling smile at the blue-eyed girl and stepped in front of Wally. "Let me be the first to say that if you ever want someone to sweep you off your feet it should be me and not the Wall-man over here."
Emmy chuckled, "And why's that?"
"Because he's hungry for food 24/7, and the only thing I want to eat 24/7 is right between your toned leg-" Wally wacked his friend in the back of the head with a frown.
"Dude, behave!" Wally chastised while Emmy's smirk grew.
Brandon rubbed his occipital bone with a grimace but tried again, "You may have stolen my cake to check a bitch, but that's okay because the only cake I want in my mouth is the one you sit on-"
Wally roughly punched Brandon's shoulder, and the lanky boy grunted loudly. Brandon wheezed through the pain and muttered an apology to the struggling-not-to-laugh lantern.
Wally was still glaring at his friend from the corner of his eye when he turned to Emmy, "Do you want anything from the food court?"
"Nah, I'll head out once you guys buy what you want," Emmy waved him off while glancing at Sage again. She really shouldn't be stalking the date. The arcade was safe enough, and Sage would throw a fit if she saw her here after winning the Quarrel. Fucking why am I so bad at Ms. Pacman? I can never make it past the fifth level dammit.
"You should totally stay though!" Brandon piped up before another withering glare from Wally sent him back to silence.
Emmy grinned, "Thanks, but I don't want to crash your Dudes Day. Besides, my Galaga score is still the highest from when I set it last week, so I don't really have a reason to be here."
Wally's interest was piqued when she mentioned Galaga, "Wait, you're EVE?"
Galaga was one of his favorite classic games, and he had been annoyed to see his high score had been bumped to number two when he checked it an hour ago. He was planning to take a crack at hitting number one again after he and his friends made the rounds.
"Ah, WRW suddenly makes a lot more sense," she looked up at him cockily.
"See, you should totally stay," Brandon added, slightly annoyed that the girl in front of him was maintaining eye contact with his friend and not even glancing at him. He had elected to be the bigger man and forgive Emmy for taking the last available Wayne Internship. She had a nice ass, so that helped make the decision easier.
"Brandon," Wally didn't look up either. "Go to the food court."
The brunette boy huffed and left to get in line. Wally saw Sage and her date walking away from their game to the bowling alley. He really liked the variety of this place. He needed to have the whole team come here on their next outing. It was perfect for his slightly ADHD brain. "Sage just left for bowling, so that'll take a while if you want to defend your Galaga title against me."
She smiled slightly, "Thanks, but I'm sure you were looking forward to an afternoon without anyone on the team being in your face. You should go hang out with your friends."
"Is Megan watching Hunter at the mountain?" Wally raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, why?"
"Because she loves him and would be super happy if you left him with her for an extra couple of hours."
Emmy twitched an eyebrow in agreement with his statement about the Martian's affinity for the team's smallest honorary member.
Wally decided to use a different tactic: honesty. "I would like it if you stayed, Emmy. You're my…friend too, after all."
Emmy blinked. She hadn't expected that response. She looked at him for a few seconds before shrugging, "Okay." Wally's shoulders relaxed an iota at her concession. "If you want your ass handed to you in front of your friends, that's your call."
He shoved her lightly and they started walking to meet Brandon, "Trust me, being the only one in the group with a girl touching my ass will not be the devastating blow to my rep' that you think it will be."
Her laugh twinkled through the room. He liked it a lot better when she made that noise because of him rather than at him.
She got along surprisingly well with his friends considering that they spent the first month of knowing her grilling her on math problems. He was a little worried the excessive innuendos would gross her out, but she easily matched each one thrown at her. He had forgotten who he was dealing with for a moment. Emmy didn't beat her own top Galaga score, but she beat his second score so now she was number one and two while he was three and four. He would be back later this weekend to get WRW back on top. She was an obnoxious winner, and he made sure to be an even worse loser, but the subtle sharing of his oversized slushie undercut their exaggerated rivalry.
The boys decided laser tag was next, and they got paired up with a group of three girls. To even out the teams, Emmy abandoned them for her fairer sex sisters and had them yelling war cries about Themyscira in mere minutes. They were waiting for the current group to finish their game so they could vest up and start. After the girls introduced themselves, Emmy used the waiting time to go over a couple basic battle plans.
Wally told his friends that they needed to make a serious game plan because Emmy read 'The Art of War' every night before bed as a child and it caused problems for people not on her team now. All of his friends, including himself, had played dozens of FPS games over the years, so he was hoping they would catch Emmy off guard and get the win. The laser tag was best of three rounds. Emmy was giving a short girl with pink and black hair shooting pointers when they noticed Andre creeping toward them trying to overhear. The moving shadow of his voluminous afro gave him away, and Sasha threatened to throw her shoe at him if he didn't step back. The girls high fived each other as the boys accepted Andre and his failure back into the group with solemn arms.
They finally entered the arena. Emmy huddled with her team before they split off to the stations she assigned. The game was base-centric which meant that while everyone was shooting at each other they also had to protect their citadel from getting shot while also sneaking into the boy's territory to kill their base. Shooting another player was one point but stunning the base could get you twenty points. She reminded them not to be afraid to cover the laser sensors on their backs with their hair if it was long enough.
"Remember," Emmy whispered as she tugged her ponytail out, "It's not cheating because there are no rules saying we have to wear our hair up."
They all cackled and ran to their stations. Wally made the mistake of looking at Emmy's side before going to his own. He was used to seeing her in green, but the light blue glow in the dark room made her look majestic. The lack of contrast should have dulled her eyes but instead all he could see was how clear and bright they were. Her icy eyes, sharp cheekbones, and thick brows were offset by the curve of her confident pink lips and the slight wave of her hair. She looked stunning. He sighed and swiped a hand through his hair. The last thing he needed was to think about how she looked because then he would start thinking about the Halloween Dance and he had to focus right now. Just a trick of the light. Head in the game, Wall-man! He jogged into the maze of barriers and blocks on his team's side of the arena.
The rounds were each five minutes of running, thumping heartbeats, electronic zapping noises, and hushed giggles. The girls won the first round by 9 points. The boys pulled the second round out by 11 points. There was only a two-point difference going into the last round, and the seriousness with which each team was taking the battles grew exponentially with their increasingly crazy tactics. At one point during the second round, Jacob and Andre had thrown Brandon into a clear area as bait while the rest of them sneaked to kill the girls' team base. It had worked, Brandon was absolutely annihilated, but everyone on both teams laughed so hard at his offended face that they wasted thirty seconds bent over with their hands on their knees.
Wally wasn't sure if he was glad or annoyed that he hadn't bumped into Emmy during the first two rounds. He switched positions for the last round. His friends were going to draw fire to the right side of the course so Wally could sneak through the left to kill the girl's base. The plan was working perfectly. He made it all the way to the back and smirked when he saw that Emmy was the one in charge of protecting the citadel for the last round. This would be fun. There weren't any cameras around, so he zipped behind the blonde and shot her in the back. Her vest and gun would be dead for ten seconds, and that was more than enough time for him to kill the citadel. Emmy gasped and wheeled on him.
"You cheater!" She snapped.
Wally laughed at her, "Tell someone about it, Hillary. See if they believe you."
He aimed to start shooting at the giant pentagon on the base and missed the dangerous glint in her eye. There was only half a minute left on the clock. Emmy grabbed the front of his vest and pulled him into a searing kiss. He stood still in shock for two full seconds before responding enthusiastically. He hadn't kissed her since Bialya, and his body jumped at the chance to do so again. Her soft lips were aggressive. Her calloused hands pulled him closer. His palms were flat on the exposed skin of her lower back. He tied his button down around his waist after he got overheated during the first round; he mentally cheered for his past self as Emmy's fingers clawed at his bare arms. They were all passion and fire, and they just knocked over a barrier that was supposed to be nailed into the ground, but he didn't care because her lips were on his lips and her hands were clutching at him just as desperately as his were-.
The electronic buzz of his vest vibrating cut through their gasps. He gaped at her. She'd just killed him.
"Tell someone about it, Kid Fraudulent," Emmy teased breathlessly, the bell signaling the end of the game rang, "See if they believe you."
…
Emmy's self-satisfied smirk at the dazed state of the speedster was still evident as the duo walked out the arena doors to their respective teams. The girls won by one point. Wally had never been so happy to lose something in his life.
"Way to lose the game for us, Wally!" Brandon yelled and threw his arm around the redhead's shoulders. "What happened in there?"
"I don't know," Wally replied lamely. "She's a speedy one."
"Your lip gloss is a little smeared." Wally reached to wipe his mouth before his brain caught the hidden meaning. Brandon laugh-whined, "Dammit! I knew it! Why do you get all the popular girls?"
Emmy and her new girl squad headed to the food court for celebratory water bottles.
"It gets so hot in there!" Sasha laughed. "Just look at how flushed Emmy's pale ass is."
Emmy felt her burning cheeks with the back of her hands and promptly told the other girls to shove it. It had been two months since the last time she'd kissed Wally and she'd be damned if he wasn't good at it. It had been an impulsive decision, but her adrenaline was still pumping from running around trying not to get 'shot' for fifteen minutes and she was electing to enter denial about what she had just done. She finished swapping numbers with the girls right as Wally waved for her to come over with a lopsided grin. Emmy didn't have a chance to consider what that smile might mean because Michelle was complaining in her ear.
"Man, your boyfriend is so whipped for you. That is adorable," Michelle leaned her head on her hand with a jealous sigh.
"He's definitely the sexy one in the group. Nice pick, Mama," Sasha winked at Emmy saucily. Emmy rolled her eyes but didn't bother refuting their claims.
"Sexiest one in our whole school, too," she stuck her tongue out at the group. "It was nice meeting you all. Way to kick Y-chromosome ass!"
Emmy walked back to her original group chuckling as the girls behind her aggressively chanted, "Am-a-zons! Am-a-zons!"
"What's up?" She asked Wally, a little breathless from the wattage of his smile.
"Sexiest one at our whole school, huh?" His expression was nothing short of shit-eating.
Emmy's stomach flipped and she grimaced. How could he have possibly heard that? She glanced down at her phone. She was on a call with Wally. Shit. She must have accidentally hit his icon after entering Wynona's number.
"I have a reputation to uphold for those girls, so I had to lie," she replied haughtily. "I'm their hero. They'd be devastated if they found out that you were barely in the top 50 percent."
He laughed at her, smile never leaving his face, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Butterfly."
Emmy struggled to hide her wince at the loaded pet name. Wally's eyes flashed with too many emotions to decipher, confusion and concern being the most blatant ones, and his eyebrows furrowed. All the levity crashed out of her as soon as he called her that. What the hell was I thinking kissing him? Emmy's phone dinged.
Sage:
I've been graphically deflowered and am ready for pick up.
Emmy snorted at the sarcastic message. Her heart stopped racing. Everything would be fine. No big deal. This was not the same situation that pet name made her think of; things had changed for the Easts. Mostly.
Me:
Be right there. I'll bring some water and a vase for you to put the old virginity flowers in.
"Sage is ready to go home." She offered, a little uncertain on how to talk to him right now.
Wally nodded at her but was still debating whether or not he should ask her what had just happened.
"Thanks for, uhm," Emmy tried to think of something that wasn't 'the quick make out session'. She settled on, "Letting me tag along."
"Of course," his smile shrunk a little, but he nodded at the door. "You should probably go hide in your car before Sage sees you."
"Right, right," she sent him a slightly awkward wave. "See you later."
"Later," he called after the most confusing person he knew.
…
Emmy bit the edge of her thumb in the car while waiting for Sage to come outside. Why did she kiss Wally? To win the game or because she wanted to? He had kissed back so what did that mean? Were they actually about to kiss when they got interrupted at the dance or was it just a flirting thing? She could pretend that she was still tipsy when fake KF got involved, but Wally was sober the whole time right? Was this different from Bialya? Did she want it to be different from Bialya? More teenage hormones or was it something else? She rubbed at her eyes, smearing her mascara a bit. What the hell is your problem, East? You haven't found Sparks, but you have the time to grope a teammate? Get it together.
Her phone dinged again.
Wally- Annoying Redhead:
You were partially right. An East did get some action in the laser tag arena…just not the one you were expecting.
Emmy huffed a laugh through her nose. Her stomach subtly fluttered for a moment. Shit. She knew the name for the feeling that could possibly explain that reaction and it wasn't indigestion. Emmy groaned. She could not deal with this right now. She had to stop Sparks, get the bounty off her head, get her father sent to prison (or a morgue) without anyone on the team knowing, and take care of her situation with the kids. She couldn't just sit around with butterfly wings tickling her gut like a moron. Emmy took a deep breath and threw her head against the headrest. Wally's astonished face when she pulled him down flashed across her mind. Emmy bit her lip to stop a smile. She couldn't deal with anything else right now, but…maybe when things were a little calmer-
Sage opened the passenger door. Emmy jumped in embarrassment. Sage thankfully didn't notice and started gushing about Alex. The date had been fun, and he kissed her cheek by the Skee-ball machine before she left.
"Does that mean he's your boyfriend now?" Emmy drawled out teasingly.
"No," Sage shrugged. "I want to shop around a bit before I get tied down. He's not the one."
Emmy snorted and sputtered at the same time and ended up having a small coughing fit.
"You're such an old lady," Sage rolled her eyes.
Emmy gently whacked her on the back of the head, "That is no way to talk to your elders, young whippersnapper."
"So, why didn't Alex make the cut for boyfriend?" Emmy asked after a minute of driving in silence.
Sage sighed deeply, "He got upset when I kicked his ass at Ms. Pacman."
"That's my girl," Emmy smiled fondly.
"You can't have a guy who's upset when a girl beats him," Sage slumped in her seat.
"No," Emmy's thoughts drifted back to the last few hours, "No you can't."
Oh nooooo, looks like Sage interrupted Emmy and Wally before they could talk, I say as though I'm not directly responsible for that decision.
Until Next Time,
TheDarkAbyss
KirikaAndo: Lmao I'm not doing an amnesia New Year's kiss, don't worry.
GirlNextDoor01: Thank you so much! 'Officially' is such a strong word in a slowburn situation lol.
Jack Redhawke: I locked them in a laser tag arena for a little bit, but the confession isn't quite here yet :P