You arrive at a very large room. It is well-lit and at the far end is a door. The door however, is way, way too small for you to enter, no matter even if you are the tiniest of tiny creatures. You are alone, even if you entered the room with someone else, they are no longer here.
In the center of the room is a rather well-sized table. On it is a note.
Drink me, then enter the door.
Around the table are twelve beautifully coloured bottles. Each one has a different aroma that comes out from it. If only you knew which bottle was what!
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CORRIDOR OF DREAMS
Welcome to the corridor of dreams! This is a very white room with twelve bottles on a table. Only one of these bottles is the actual one.
- Roll 1d12 to try for the correct bottle. Match your roll to the prompt below. The second you drink it, that prompt's sensation overpowers you and you encounter a small dream using the dream prompt that matches you dice roll bottle. Write the dream prompt however you want to with no minimum or maximum word limit. When you are satisfied move on to the next dream. - You must wait 15 OOC minutes between the time you posted your post to post again. In that time you can edit your post to your heart's content, or browse the AMA or whatever you please and come back! - There are some player encounters you can have with people currently existing in different dream states. These are dream overlaps! they will appear in the prompts below. If you get a dream overlap, please QUOTE THE PLAYER. Optionally, that player can quote you back with a continuation of YOUR dream with their character in it before waking up and trying the next bottle. - If you roll more than 10 times, you can automatically skip to the end. - It is VERY VERY IMPORTANT AS THIS RELIES HEAVILY ON THE PERSON WHO POSTED ABOVE YOU that you in your own post POST IN OOC YOUR CHARACTER CARD OR THE NAME AND GENERAL STATS OF YOUR CHARACTER including faction, a small appearance blurb, description, and anything else you think is necessary. Adding dialogue to your posts will also help the person who posts below you. - All event effects do NOT carry over to other rooms.
gaia_crown[ LIST OF BOTTLE ROLLS ] These are just one time dream solos. Occasionally, your dream may overlap with another person's dream. Make sure you quote the player! If you roll MORE than 10 times you can just skip on. If you roll a duplicate you can pick and choose a post OTHER than the exit post. If you roll exit but still want to do some dreams, you can go ahead and pick and choose as many as you like before exiting. - If the character post above you has no dialogue, you can make some up.
EVENT 1: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-sour. You immediately drift off and dream a dream where you are a hero rescuing a princess (the person who posts above you, if nobody posts above you, you can just choose a friend of your character's). The princess says whatever garbled dialogue the person who posted above you did. If they didn't say anything, the princess simply continues to shout "save me" dramatically. You must woo the princess out of a burning tower and then escape (or something like that).
EVENT 2: You drink a drink that tastes a little bittersweet. You dream a dream where you are defeated by your archnemesis, who happens to also be your best friend/lover/etc. Your arch-nemesis also has a sidekick, who is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You have to witness a few potentially cheesy lines from your archnemesis and sidekick (that says whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has) and you say a few words yourself before you are slain and wake up.
EVENT 3: You drink a drink that tastes a little bitter-sour. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate evil, and by choice. You have obtained great power, at a price. You witness prisoners captured, especially (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
EVENT 4: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-savory. You dream a dream where you are offered a chance at any wish, thanks to the djinn/genie called (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They grant your wish but they mention the consequence is (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
EVENT 5: You drink a drink that tastes a little savory-sour. You dream a dream where you are of a different faction (pick and choose a different one). Here, you are shown around by (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They give you informative advice such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You adjust to your new life.
EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
EVENT 7: You drink a drink that tastes a little sharp and acidic. You dream a dream where you live in a post-apocalyptic world where all your friends have died. Your only companion is a talking minipet named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They mostly say insane things such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You deal with a solitary life alone.
EVENT 8: You drink a drink that tastes a little mellow. You dream a dream where you are getting married. As you walk up to the altar you realize the bride/groom isn't who you were expecting but instead, (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
EVENT 9: You drink a drink that tastes a little fizzy. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate minipet collector and battle master. Your rival however, is the son of the Professor Deadoak, named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You challenge them to a minipet battle and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
EVENT 10: You drink a drink that tastes a little citrusy. You dream a dream where you go to Pigfarts school of magic. You are sorted into one of four Houses (you pick the names) and you encounter a rival while you are getting your wand, and they are (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
EVENT 11: You drink a drink that tastes a little grapey. You dream a dream where your power is compromised, and you must sacrifice someone for the sake of everyone else. You pick (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
Event 12: You drink a drink that tastes a little peachy.. You dream a dream where you are in a fantastic, colourful forest setting. A girl is seated on a mushroom but she has no face, just a blue dress and white apron with gold hair. She beckons you forward, and gives you a small hug. "You can do it", she whispers, and then you are back in this room, and in front of you is the open door. You exit.
gaia_crown[ IF YOU COMPLETED EXIT THIS ROOM ] - Once you are ready to move on you may all exit and pick the next room. IF this is your last room, you may move to the SECRET ROOM HERe. - If this is your 2nd room, and you wish to not do any more rooms, you can just linger here until the post at THURS June 12th @ 11:00 PM PST otherwise, you can linger and move to a room you haven't completed and slowly work your way through those.
Grymoire rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 4:06 am
Horseman … Medea …
None of this really made any sense to him. He didn’t know what either were, other than the slightly obvious conclusion that horsemen probably meant the apocalypse but there were only supposed to be four of them. He wasn’t going to think about an army of them right now though.
Instead he found himself joining in with other Hunters as they started to make their way into the tower. a*****e-Boss-Man seemed to think that they needed to get this Medea, whoever she was, and stop her. Making sure his headset was in place he wandered into the tower with the others and found himself standing at a table and, oddly, alone.
Drink me, then enter the door
“…. Are you ******** kidding me?!” He’d been here, done this. If this placed turned out to be another ******** up dream world he was going to find one of the head Hunters and stuff their weapon down their throat for letting this happen again.
He didn’t have a choice though. Eying the table full of bottles he reached out and picked one up….
It kinda tasted like overly fizzy cherry coke for a moment before everything went' a little blurry.
* * * *
He didn’t care how cute and fluffy they looked. So far his adorable friends had kicked the asses of everyone he’d come across (the little girl in the back room of the department store didn’t count. She was probably some psycho anyway). The only one left, the only one that mattered, was Arland. They'd been friends as kids but now it was one or the other. Only one of them could be called the best and he knew who that would be.
“ARLAND! It’s time to settle this once and for all!” Beside him his Dragon Pom spit out a puff of blue flame in agreement to his statement as it puffed up to display how bit it wasn’t.
He had the rest of his minipets ready to go, his best team and favorite companions. This time he’d show Arland who really was the best.
Skye Starrfyre
Okay Arland. This one is just for you.
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1Total: 1 (1-12)
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He shook his head slightly as the fizz from the last drink seemed to final dissipate. What the hell was he thinking? “Must be one too many late nights arguing pokemon with Arland. jeese” He’d have to put a stop to that. Or at least cut down on the pokemon arguments. He didn’t have enough ammo anyway so might as well quit when he was ahead.
That hadn’t gotten him out of the room to so shifting around the table he picked up another bottle. It looked like Mountain Dew. Shrugging he took a sip.
His face scrunched almost imedietely. “Okay. Not dew. Yuck”
* * * *
“Save me!”
He could hear the shouting above him and rolled his eyes. Princesses. Just once he’d like to see the Princess kick some a** herself instead of waiting around for someone to save her. “Can’t I just let the dragon eat her?”
“No!” Huffed the blue haired girl beside him. “She’d probably give it indigestion” The girl giggled before dashing off into the tower.
“….ugh” Pulling out his sword he ran after his sidekick and up into the tower. It was of course filled with skeletons, half fleshed zombies, treasure chests with teeth, on and rats, but they made it though and even collected a shiny level ding along the way.
Pushing open the glittery door the Princess waited on the other side. “Come on. Lets go.” He walked over to get here and had to stop dead as she started on some monolog.
REALLY?!
“Okay no. Burning tower. Dragon. OUT” grabbing the stupid girl by the waist he hauled her over one shoulder and took off back down the tower. She could yell at him later when no one was liable to be roasted to death.
"No. No, no, no, no." He shook his head, stumbling back away from the table. This was s**t. This was <******** s**t. He had somehow stumbled down the rabbit hole again and he remembered what had happened this time. Now it was happening again. There were bottles on tables and...
<Human. Calm yourself.>
His heart was thundering in his chest as he brought his hands up to cover his face, inhaling deeply as he tried to stop the running rain of 'no's' in his head.
<Human. Human. ARLAND. Enough. You are not alone this time. You were not alone last time although you could not hear me. Listen and I will aide you. Together we are strong. Shut up and pick a bottle.>
It was so strange for Tivadar to be the voice of reason, but it worked. The stern tones of the former gryphon brought him back to a reality that he had been afraid to tumble forward into... But there was no choice. No going back. He had to go forward and to do so he had to drink.
"Oh, gross." He made the face of someone who had just taken a sip of warm, purple Gatorade, bringing his arm up to wipe the lingering traces from his lips before he glanced around, vision blurring at the edges, taking on a trace of dream...
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"'Noke, I can't... I can't hold on anymore! You've got to pull yourself up or that's it, man!" The words came from his lips but nothing about them seemed like something that he would say. He was dangling and with the added weight of the Sun hunter that he was trying to support he could feel the other members of their team, the other people dangling above them, slipping as well.
He couldn't be responsible for bringing the whole team down just because he wouldn't let Inoke go. "Please, man... Grab on. Pull yourself up."
“Okay no. Burning tower. Dragon. OUT.”
Arland didn't understand. It didn't make sense, but something had gone wrong. Whatever it was they had been running from had taken Inoke and now he was just a liability. "I... I'm sorry, man." He murmured, voice low. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to keep the image of the other man falling from his mind as he let go.
< Are you truly going to repeat the mistakes of the past? > Kidana's question had merit but then, most of Kidana's questions had merit. Anything that symbolized Wonderland did not sit with with Cami but she hadn't had time to think much about it. Hunters had been shuffled in through any and all doors that they could find -- in the crush the redhead had lost everyone she would have cared to go through a door with. Or so she'd thought.
'I have to get out of here, Ki. I have to find my friends because...' Because right now she was alone and though this room was bright there was not always going to be a brightly-lit room. There was not always going to be a circle of innocuous-looking bottles to deal with. Bigger, badder, harsher things were out there and she was only a little girl.
Pigfarts was the wizarding school on Mars and it was the absolute coolest. Not just anyone got an invitation to Pigfarts. Only the best, brightest, most promising students got an invitation. Of course Camille Ryland got one. Her name had been down since birth! Her older sister, Mimsy Kercher (no don't ask about the names, shh) was here too and had been sorted into her mother's house: Hugsbison. The redhead was rather excited to be trying on the Sorting Snapback to be given her house as well.
At the moment it was in the middle of a dirty rap battle with Headmistress Regina George and it looked like it was tying up. The Snapback won. It always did. Nobody had yet beat the Sorting Snapback in a throw-down first day battle but there was always the hope. You beat the Snapback, you chose your house. Cami wasn't going to be trying that though because she was pretty sure she was going to make it into Hugsbison as well.
Hopping up on the chair when her name was called, slinging the Snapback on like a studied pro, it barely graced her red curls before screaming out a name that was absolutely, positively, never Hugsbison. "DEERCUDDLE." Deercuddle?! Deercuddle?!?!?!?! Cami could already see the pale, frowning face of Mimsy out in the crowd as her sister shuffled towards the house that was considered for the lamers. The losers.
Those who didn't belong.
It also happened to have her walking right past the Hugsbison table so that as she went to pick up her Deercuddle-branded wand (because shame was public here on Mars). Arland Essex (the smug b*****d who had been properly sorted and had terrorized her all through witching daycare) leaned over and murmured. “Okay no. Burning tower. Dragon. OUT.”
Valuable information, information they needed, but no one could get to Halloween from inside. That made it dangerous…didn’t it? If something happened…
But they needed the information…they had to get to the top of that tower.
EVENT 2: You drink a drink that tastes a little bittersweet. You dream a dream where you are defeated by your arch-nemesis, who happens to also be your best friend/lover/etc. Your arch-nemesis also has a sidekick, who is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You have to witness a few potentially cheesy lines from your arch nemesis and sidekick (that says whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has) and you say a few words yourself before you are slain and wake up.
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((Got permission from Ness to use Cherry for this))
He’d met her once early in his time at the school, but there had been a tryst between them. Something had happened tough that had divided them, something had made her more than a sometimes lover, it turned her into his ‘arch nemesis’, a title she had proudly declared when she had learned that his –heart- was part of what she would need to free herself from the wooden shell that her creator had bound her into. He didn’t know her sidekick, some strange colorful girl who looked like maybe she was a reaper but her bow glowed with strange runes as she pointed it towards him with a determined stare like he was the dangerous one.
“Cherry! You don’t even know if it’s true! Look who told you!” He said desperately, raising a hand as though he could ward off the blow that would ultimately end him.
What they said however, it didn’t make any sense at all. Cherry turned to her sidekick with a wicked grin, jutting one wooden hip to the side and flipping her silk-strand hair before she declared. "DEERCUDDLE."
The Reaper girl shook her head and gave a manic smile before replying. “Okay no. Burning tower. Dragon. OUT.”
And released the arrow from her bow.
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1Total: 1 (1-12)
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[ROYAL RESCUE]
Camille could almost hear Kidana's confusion in the back of her mind. < I am not...what the... > "Nope, don't think about it too hard, Ki. You'll hurt your head. We just have to find the bottle that'll get us out of here." Picking up another she downed it and it tasted like sour candy. Down, down, down her conscious went again and, belatedly, she was glad that she didn't fall over.
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This was not ideal. Wasn't the tower supposed to be intact when she arrived? Prince Camille knew that, theoretically, this tower had been here for a hundred years with the sleeping princess inside. Except it seemed that the princess hadn't been sleeping. Nor was the princess human. Swooping around the exterior of the tower, alongside the dragon, was Princess Pachua. Standing, open-mouthed, beneath the tower the prince leaned on her sword and wondered what the hell to do next.
It was true that the princess was flying around shouting 'save me' but there was laughter involved and it didn't seem as if the princess were in any actual danger. And she didn't really want to hurt a dragon that wasn't hurting anyone else. This was a moral conundrum of the first order and...well...she couldn't just go home empty-handed. Cami had to figure out a way to get this feathered princess to go home with her so that Cami could have a throne. A kingdom. A spouse! A happily ever after.
So, casually, because nobody was paying attention to her anyway, Camille walked inside and set the whole tower on fire. That got their attention! The dragon was snarling, ready to defend its princess, when the prince walked out front to face them down. Pachua was aghast. “Cherry! You don’t even know if it’s true! Look who told you!” That had her frowning.
"True? Well obviously it's not true you're not sleeping. You're not in danger. And my name is Camille, not Cherry, and I'm here to rescue you whether you want it or not. I promise I won't hurt your dragon friend. And if your dragon friend promises not to hurt anyone in our lands then I promise they can even come see you." Wasn't she nice? Wasn't she magnanimous?
Confident in the deal, she smiled and held out her hand. "Coming, princess? We have a kingdom to run."
Solia had no real indea what was good or healthy about drinking things randomly labeled with directions to drink but-
She still drank it anyway. It wasn't like it was going to hurt her right? She'd been through worse right?
As the taste made her rub her tongue on the roof of her mouth to be rid of the aftertaste, what he felt next was odd. Kind of like floating but not. In any event she suddenly found herself in full body chainmail.
"............Que?"
Looking up there was a very....interesting looking woman dressed similarly in armor only she had a crown of flowers on her head. "Suis-je en retard?" She wasn't sure either but french seemed like the language to go. "Je suis ici pour vous sauver!" The woman looked down and dramatically swooned half out the window. Solia wondered if she was okay. " You're not in danger...............-I'm here to rescue you whether you want it or not."
"Non! Je suis ici pour vous sauver!"
She pouted. Then in a huff, Solia kicked the tower.
Which was apparently all that was needed for it to collapse, princess, (knight???) falling perfectly into Solia's arms. "Voyez, maintenant vous êtes sauvés." The princess kept dramatically swooning "We have a kingdom to run." Solia just grinned. "Si c'est ce que vous voulez faire!"
EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
Solia was apparently his best friend, in the logic of dreams made by alcoholic tasting beverages it made –perfect- sense. It made as much sense as the fact that he was once again a door mouse, but for some reason he couldn’t quite get the hang of how to do anything in this Wonderland version 2.0. He’d try and take a step forward and wound up swinging his weapon. He’d try and crouch and end up flying instead, and for the life of him he couldn’t remember his wings actually working the last time that he’d been in wonderland at all. In fact, he’d remembered rather pointedly being frustrated at the fact he couldn’t gain even a little bit of loft with them. Then again they had been puppet feathers so… he had to forgive them on that point to a certain measure.
“Hey…how do I…I’m not sure how to make this work out…can you help me?” He asked her.
"............Que?" She replied, which he didn’t understand at all, maybe, just maybe she’d had some of the deserts from that table, but he seemed to remember there being a lot more ones and zeros and other strange symbols involved in what he’d eaten. Then again, he hadn’t tried all the deserts… maybe he could still work out what she was trying to say.
“I don’t …” He started to tell her that he didn’t understand, and he couldn’t find a Q key other than one that made letters either.
"Suis-je en retard?"
“Did…did you just say retard?” He blinked.
"Je suis ici pour vous sauver!"
“What on earth are you talking about?” He shook his head frustrated with the level of confusion.
" You're not in danger...............-I'm here to rescue you whether you want it or not. Non! Je suis ici pour vous sauver!"
“I… I know I’m not in danger I just want to make the controls work, they…look I’m jumping when I try and walk, this isn’t fun!”
"Si c'est ce que vous voulez faire!"
“Right… I…I think you haven’t got a good idea how to run this game either.” He said shaking his head slowly.
Thankfully, when Shun left the other hallway, he felt normal once more. The ill effects of the water he drank were absolutely horrid and he was glad to be back to his usual self upon leaving.
Now he was in a rather large room. With a door far too small.
There was also a lot of bottles. There were a few others here as well but he didn't pay them much heed.
"Oh dammit..." he muttered under his breath. He could only assume what this meant. With a grunt, he reached for one of the bottles, already dreading what might happen.
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Bright lights were all around. With a tilt of his head, he looked about, soon realizing that he was dressed in a long white coat with gold trim. There were a number of other figures wearing similar attire. One with blue hair approached him. Pachua, was it?
The boy was blathering off a whole lot of nonsense as he was being guided on through the building.
He just kind of stared at him as a result, not sure what to make of that.
Lock looked around this room he was now in. It certainly lacked the decadence that the other room had possessed (with its gold trimmings and opulence), but it was still puzzling. A tiny door, tiny bottles. Pretty self-explanatory.
He drank from one next to Shun, and found his vision blurring. The blare of an organ awoke him, playing the wedding tune that everyone knew. He tried backing away, but a force from behind pushed him up to the altar. The bride was awfully tall ...
When the veil was revealed, Lock reeled backwards in horror. Shun, done up in makeup and a hideous dress, smiling at him. THIS was what nightmares were made of.
"Oh dammit." Lock would have felt somewhat hurt if he wasn't too busy BEING HORRIFIED.
"I'm not exactly happy either. No. Jack no," Lock responded. He then backed away from the altar, choice EASILY made.
Feathers ruffled as her wings shifted behind her back. Claws ran across stone as she followed the one in front of her, half listening, half more enthralled with the space around her. It was large, old, and kind of smelly. But it wasn't bad. It was better than low tide at any rate. The taller cute reaper in front of her kept saying No but she hardly heard him, mind elsewhere. "Oh okay." She smiled, face utterly void of knowledge as to what was going on or where she was being led. She was rather interesting in the sculpture on that podium however it looked kind of like- "I'm not happy either-" "Oh what? Sorry I wasn't listening." She made a tiny dash to catch up. What came next was a room. It was small, though the floor was grassy and soft, and the scent was that of the ocean tide. A tree grew in the room's center, and she smiled, the light coming in from a window giving it a rather peaceful feeling. "Oh this is nice. Very nice." She flew to a low hanging brach, perching on it as if it was second nature. "We like this. It is very good, yes."
Shun grunted lowly as he came back around from that.. vision. Or dream. Or something. He didn't like that too much. With a deep breath, he reached for another bottle. Grabbing a hold, he downed it before coughing harshly. It had a somewhat alcoholic taste to it, which was alarming.
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And then there he was in a game. His character was donned in black and gold leather armor and had a pair of strange green daggers. Thief. That was the name of the class, right? Besides him was Solia, who had figured out some new things regarding this game. At least that was what she claimed earlier. Now he was just trying to get this information out of her.
"Oh this is nice. Very nice. We like this. It is very good, yes."
"Well are you going to tell me what it is or are you going to just mutter to yourself like a bloody p***k?"
Lock exited the marriage building and found himself back in the room with the table. "Was yours just as ******** weird?" He really didn't want to, but Lock knew that his only option was to drink more of these bottles. He took a deep breath and downed the next one ...
Wherein he was whisked away to a magical school- not unlike the witches and wizards school he'd heard about from down the road from Amityville. He now understood that he was seeing things- that much Lock could peace together. It was eerie how real it all felt though.
Around his neck hung a blue and grey scarf, though for what cause Lock was unsure. Shun approached him, and Lock said, "It's a dream- it's fake. We have to find a way out."
"Well are you going to tell me what it is or are you going to just mutter to yourself like a bloody p***k?"
Waking up and figuring that this was going to be like the one time she took a dozen shots, Solia drank another as quick as she could.
And was now in a really large, fat, white wedding dress.
With pearls and everything. She didn't remember signing up for this. But she looked to her future husband and grinned. "Oh heyyyy." He was that one- oh man she did score. She got herself a cutie pie hotty hot tater tot with a cat to boot.
"So what are you doing after this shindig?" It was her own wedding but hey, she could flirt with the groom. It wasn't like they were at the- oh wait thety were at the alter s**t s**t. "I mean yeah, I do. Totally." She reached up to pat his face. "You are kinda young but thats okay. I will be a good waifu to you."
