"Fuck. That's. Yeah, that's my mission, too, only mine's to stop you. Me and a few others." The game makers are cruel. Not that they didn't know that already, but they still think it very vehemently right then.
They slip their grip down to her wrist, give a gentle little tug, and take a step back towards the couch. Sit with them, Misty. Just for a minute. "They're probably expecting you back down. Right? Dinner?"
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Date: 2020-05-04 08:15 pm (UTC)They slip their grip down to her wrist, give a gentle little tug, and take a step back towards the couch. Sit with them, Misty. Just for a minute. "They're probably expecting you back down. Right? Dinner?"