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[Yugikun]

RIP the troll 2018-2018. Charelle supposed it was just never meant to bee…………………

But uh, yeah. The stuff that happened happened. They decided to share the plan. Charelle didn’t have to share hers. Sakusaku and Adele then went out and wait-

Hang on

……………………………..whoh

“Whoh. You got action,” Charelle said, leaning on the doorframe as she looked at Demetri. “How’s it feel?”

Y’know, this was kinda weird because she was about to suggest ‘hey, you wanna like, go right after them,’ but…

Yeah, y’know what? She was gonna stay here. See just how much Demetri like, melted in the face of finally getting some. Wasn’t really trying to make fun of him, but… man, she was going to want to watch this.

[Cicada]

The only thing that had kept Demetri from screwing that one up, from headbutting Sakurako on the fadeaway, or like, tripping flat onto his ass after jumping six feet backwards from the femoid cooties?

He'd been too stunned to react. All the quick footwork drills in the world and he'd been a stone statue, probably about as cold to a girl's lips.

To reiterate- he'd finally broken that particular barrier holding in all his inceldom the moment he'd been tossed onto an island to die. He was sure there was a fanfic he'd read that had followed this exact script. He'd been told that sort of narrative contrivance was pretentious- conceit, they called it- but he was now more inclined than he'd ever been to tell them to fuck off. It was a great trope and he'd carry that assurance to his grave, because holy fuck he wasn't dying a total virgin. Just a partial one. Important difference.

It hadn't exactly lifted his spirits, though, because in that long and languidly still moment where Sakurako and Tanisha were still afterimages on the other side of the crimson-painted door leading outside, Demetri had also remembered who he'd once sworn to die a total virgin and a Hogwarts tier wizard alongside.

Garren was still out there. Somewhere.

"Uh." The bluntness of his glottal stop, an unintended choking on his own spit, emphasized out loud how caught off guard he was. He was the security guards and the donuts and the midnight Watergate scandals. He was still staring out the door, still scrubbing his pockets with the nervous back and forth of his fingers, making absolutely sure there were no crusts. "Overrated."

His shoulders shrugged, softly. His tone gentle for a moment, projected forward into an intimate space that Charelle wasn't a part of.

"Still nice though." A grunt, returning his tone to it's normal pitch of prepubescent. "Even if it was definitely trolling. Hold up."

He vanished from the doorway, and returned an efficient few moments later with both their bags dangling off his shoulder. An experimental flex, his shoulder bobbing. He still felt fairly put-together. Low energy, probably sad, but he could carry his burdens for a little longer.

"I got your stuff, and uh..." Held in both hands, one pushed forward and the other against his hip, the monster of bulk and mass he called a gun. "Not loaded, but just in case." It was unfamiliar in his hands, and he held it like he would a hypothetical girl at a hypothetical dance where he was hypothetically capable of making any of those hypotheticals true, but he wasn't about to whine and complain about his anxious fee-fees when there was work to be done.

"We're pretending that didn't happen, by the way. Next time we see her."

He bet Sakurako'd appreciate it as much as he himself would.

((Demetri Futscher continued in god bless catastrophe and Charelle Chernyshyova continued in My Lucifer Is Lonely))