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[clocksandroses]

Who: Drama, anybody.
When: Day 1, Night
Where: Drama
What: PILLOWFORT

[ What happens when you allow a former Teal access to blankets, pillows, and mattresses?

FORTS. FORTS HAPPEN.

Which is to say: Coco has transformed her room into a den of cosiness, and if you're team, a friend of the team, or a friend of a friend of the team, you're (probably) welcome to crawl in and make yourself at home. ]

Comments

[evenimprobable]

[yes, easily]

. . . I don't do pillow forts.

[clocksandroses]

That's what you think.

[ when puppy looks fail ... DRAGGING COMMENCES ]

[evenimprobable]

[THAT ISN'T FAIR and he's going to drag his feet take that!!]

Coco-san, cut that out!

[clocksandroses]

Coco! Just Coco!

[ GENTLY TOSSES HIM INTO PILLOW PILE ]

[evenimprobable]

[WHY THIS. He reaches up to catch his glasses as they get knocked off and . . . misses, yep. Smooth]

Was that necessary?

[clocksandroses]

Only for the look on your face.

[ Levitates the glasses back into his hands. ]

But I'm teasing—you don't have to stay if you don't wanna.

[evenimprobable]

. . . [he takes them, and eyes her for a moment before he puts them back on]

The idea of sitting in a pillow fort with a bunch of strangers doesn't really appeal to me, no.

[clocksandroses]

[ completely innocent tbqh]

If it was just Kit and me, would you stay?

[evenimprobable]

[. . . that's a terrible question to ask]

I'd be intruding.

[clocksandroses]

It's not an intrusion if you have an open invitation.

[evenimprobable]

I'd feel like I'm intruding, then.

[clocksandroses]

Why?

[ Tilts her head, hands clasped behind herself. ]

[evenimprobable]

I'm only half-blind, Coco-san.

[lets start with the most obvious excuse]

[clocksandroses]

[ Gives him the most bland, deadpan look she can muster. ]

[evenimprobable]

[he gives her this face back]

[clocksandroses]

[ bring it ]

[evenimprobable]

[but no?!]