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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&quot;Why are you asking me that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just do it. I bet you don't want... THAT posted anywhere.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fuck you. All right, I'll go do it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk out of the lunchroom amidst confused murmurs to the effect of &quot;why did she ask that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trying not to let the growing pit in your stomach bother you, you put on your brave face, and you arrive at your destination - the principal's office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door, and you hear light sobbing coming from the back office where Principal Luna usually is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It appears someone has dismissed the secretary for the time being... you wonder who.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the door to Celestia's office is locked, but she's on her lunch break, so no surprise there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause at the door before you open it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh sister... why?&quot; before another round of crying starts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait politely for as long as possible, but before long the bell signalling the end of lunch rings, and you know you only have five more minutes before you need to get to class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see the vice principal, who is sitting alone in her office, eyes presumably red from what you heard earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the sound of the door opening, she turns around to face away from the computer - though she alt-tabs away from a page in the blink of an eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes look red - something you expected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you didn't expect was how she looked unsurprised to see you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, Anonymous. What is it this time? I've heard from you quite enough for one school year.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not about my grades this time. I- I-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The words catch in your throat. Why was this affecting you so much? It's just a prank, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You manage to spit them out after a few seconds of stammering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd like to ask you on a date, Vice Principal Luna.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her silence says all you need to know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You burst out of the principal's office on the brink of tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been so long since that happened... almost three years.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rejection still stings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Men don't cry, though, so you suck it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run off towards your history classroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you arrive, you take a few seconds to calm down - and catch your breath - before entering the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, why are you late? If you don't tell me why this instant, you will go right to the principal's office.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That didn't help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Hold the floodgates, anon. Hold it.</span><br />&quot;I... I was...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of your best friends speaks up for you.</span><br />&quot;I saw him leave the cafeteria. We talked outside it for a minute, and he headed off in the direction of the bathrooms.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good moves, Fluttershy. Keep it up.</span><br />&quot;That's right. I was just taking a dump.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole class acts as if they heard a description of someone's death.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear sounds of &quot;eugh&quot;, &quot;gross&quot;, and &quot;eck&quot; from every direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just sit, thinking. It's hard to put yourself in the present moment after your recent incident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit there thinking for the whole hour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This really shouldn't be affecting you so much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So why is it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bell rings, and you go to the class that you hate even more than history...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Phys. Ed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start trudging off to the class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The coach has it in for you all the time - something about &quot;you are what's wrong with the world, green man&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Das racist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're almost there, preparing mentally to accept your verbal beatdown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, the speaker crackles on right before you enter the locker room, and you hear a familiar voice.</span><br />&quot;Anonymous Anonymous, please come to the principal's office immediately.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to face what you deserved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you weren't changed yet, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hurry off in the other direction - anything to be away from the coach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The downside to running to the principal's office is that you arrive before you're mentally ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you have to go through with this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one is in the entry area, just like earlier, which is disconcerting to say the least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you head to the vice principal's office - Luna didn't say that she was here, but she asked you to come here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk inside and see a much less disheveled vice principal waiting for you with an inscrutable expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sit down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You oblige - any favors you could win at this point could help you avoid expulsion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air is thick with tension.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She decides to break nearly a full minute's silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous... why did you ask me that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is measured and, surprisingly, not angry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to distort the truth.</span><br />&quot;Somebody told me to ask you out... I had talked about you with them before, and they thought we'd be a good match.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I've been sworn to secrecy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans back slightly and looks at you for a few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mouth is as stoic as ever, but her eyes betray it with a glimmer of mischief or happiness. You can't tell which.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A good answer. I like trustworthy people.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Thanks?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you for an eternity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mouth now betrays her demeanor as it upturns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where and when?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit confused for a minute.</span><br />&quot;Huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You left before I had a chance to answer. I'll go on a date with you. Where and when?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think for a moment.</span><br />&quot;I heard of this band playing in the downtown area tomorrow at about <span class="nu0">7</span>. It's called Band of Ponies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uncreative name, but you're on. How do we get there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit, you can't drive. How the fuck are you about to graduate and you can't drive?</span><br />&quot;Uh... we can take the metro?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll drive.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jeez, she's really looking forward to this, isn't she?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boner, not now. Just because you're going on a date doesn't mean it'll end with sex.</span><br />&quot;Thank you. I'm looking forward to it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares at you, and you pinch your leg with one hand... you're awake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That settles it, then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're fucked, one way or another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up, your presence seemingly unnecessary at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here's my business card. My personal number is on the back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take it in hand and slip it into your shirt's pocket.</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gladly. Now run off back to -&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The end-of-school bell rings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... the bus. I'll let Spitfire know you were talking to me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and run to avoid missing your bus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna speaks to an empty room, now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Thank you, Anon. And his friend, too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles knowingly and prepares to go over paperwork.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the ride home, your mind is still on the vice principal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have 24 hours to get ready... fuck, you're screwed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bus pulls up to your stop, and you walk into your house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see your sister waiting for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey little bro, how was school?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I thought I asked you to stop calling me that, Sunset.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's right, your sister - well, adoptive sister - was the person responsible for almost destroying the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And from another dimension, apparently. And you believed that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you've been living together since your parents got in that accident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't even remember them - your only memory is through pictures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset could sympathize with being stranded in an unfamiliar place and having no one to call family.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So she adopted you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was only a couple years older, but she can pay both of your expenses -</span><br />Equestrian gold is very valuable, and they have plenty of it&quot;, she always says.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently she got in an arrangement with her ex-mentor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In exchange for helping this dimension's Twilight with experiments that could help both dimensions, she would receive a stipend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have the feeling it's just Equestria's Celestia being kind and wanting her to stay out of trouble, but you aren't complaining.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, alright. Hey, the paycheck came in, want to go somewhere? The budget's looking pretty good this month.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think briefly and realize you have no nice T-shirts.</span><br />&quot;Yeah... can we go to Colt's Clothing Company?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking horse puns...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs, but at your serious face, she sobers up quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon - or whoever you are - you hate shopping for clothes. Do you need something from there?&quot;</span><br />&quot;A dress shirt. I'm going on a d-date tomorrow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you just stutter? You're as anxious as Fluttershy, you can't blame yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aw, Nonny's got a crush! Who's the special someone?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey! It's not a crush.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smirks.</span><br />&quot;It's Vice Principal Luna.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She falls on the couch from laughing so hard, but you make no indication that it's a laughing matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So she stops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Surely you can't be serious?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I am serious. And don't call me Shirley.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles at the joke, but quickly stops when she remembers the circumstances.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, this is a bad idea. She's your principal, so she could get in trouble. And mixing your professional life and personal life is always a bad idea.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm not backing out. I was put up to it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;By who?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't even know. I got a text from a number that wasn't in my contacts telling me to ask her out or my secret would get out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why do you think they know about your parents?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't know. Maybe they have access to my family records?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hm... that seems likely.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She thinks for a moment, and grabs her coat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, sitting around doesn't prepare you for this date. Let's do this!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I thought you didn't want me to go?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A date's a date, and you could use the practice anyway.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just laughs and lightly pushes you out the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And ten minutes of small talk later, you're at the mall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk through the door to 3C, and start going through the labyrinthine aisles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is the men's clothing so far away from the entrance? Idiots can't even design a store.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk past the women's clothing to the adjacent men's clothing section, and you spot some blue out of the corner of your eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep walking, keeping it in mind for later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset catches up to you, holding a few polo shirts for you to try.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn around to talk to her, and you see the Vice Principal - and the Principal - out of your peripheral vision, talking in the women's clothing section.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Don't talk with them. It's embarrassing enough as-is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They haven't even noticed you - the Vice Principal is facing away from you, and the Principal is facing towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull Sunset off to the side out of their line of sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why'd -&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ssh. She's here. We have to do this fast.&quot; you hiss.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who's 'she'?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her your signature &quot;really?&quot; look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She realizes quickly who you're talking about, and you both have a brief, quiet conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide on a blue polo shirt and some nice slacks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you run off to the changing room to try it on, oblivious to the tiny smile of Celestia in the other aisle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find the right sizes of both in short order and leave the other clothes outside the changing room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the way out, you see a purse that looks like Luna's underneath a changing room door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you book it out of there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset waits outside the changing room, but you just point toward the changing room, shake your head, and start towards the checkouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets the hint, so you get in the checkout lines.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Within a few minutes, you're all done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing else to do here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Sunset walk out and drive home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aw, Anon's all grown up!&quot;, she says as you get out.</span><br />&quot;Thanks - hey!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of you laugh a little and walk inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck homework, you'll get it done tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly check the time.</span><br />&quot;Holy hell, it's almost <span class="nu0">7</span>!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Frozen pizza tonight OK?&quot;</span><br />&quot;When is it not?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just jabs you in the side and throws a pizza in the oven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to go work for about 20 minutes while it heats up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down and open your game-making program.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gaming has been a hobby of yours for ages, but you decided to turn it into a career.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to add encounters for a new NPC, but your mind is only half-working.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why do you care about this date so much? You're only doing it for yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A timer goes off in the other room, but you're too preoccupied to notice it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few minutes later, a plate of pizza is put next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up to see Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought you might be working, I guess I was right.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hugs you from behind, and you put your arms on hers.</span><br />&quot;Thank you, Sunset. I appreciate it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can almost feel her smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't stay up too late Anon. Good night.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return the sentiment, and she walks out and closes the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wake up bleary-eyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your alarm rings, and you turn to the clock, showing 11AM.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good thing it's a weekend&quot;, you say to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get lunch and talk with your sister a bit before the date.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives you pointers on not being socially autistic, though you'd like to think they were unnecessary.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time posting on forums and developing your game makes the rest of the day go very quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop briefly and check your watch.</span><br />&quot;Shit! It's five-thirty!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spray on deodorant and get dressed in your fancy clothes quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you lace your shoes, you hear a ring on your doorbell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You race to the doorbell, and as you do, a door closes in the corridor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks Sunset, great moves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door and close it behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What greets you stuns you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna is, surprisingly, dressed casual. A T-shirt of the band's and a coat on top, and a skirt that goes past the knees on the bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, is that makeup?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? Anon, what's wrong?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh- hi, Vice Principal Luna! I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just Luna for tonight. Would you like something to eat before we go?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'd love to, where'd you like to go?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How about Pink Lobster? I've heard they have great crab cakes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'd be glad to, but will we have time?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you know how many concerts start on time? Very few.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She unlocks her car and you get in - holy fuck.</span><br />&quot;How the hell did you afford a Leopard?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs slightly uncomfortably as she backs out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My job, obviously. I moonlight as a programmer, to tell the truth.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait... your principal isn't a boring old lady?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey! I'm better than anyone I know.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't doubt it! I was just surprised!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aah. Well, it's true. I'm not some boring old lady.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can she read your thoughts? You hope not.</span><br />&quot;So, you're a programmer. What do you do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A bit of everything. Websites, apps, games.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You program games too! What engine do you use?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks taken aback at this line of questioning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually, I made the engine myself. It's a bit extra work, but it keeps my skills sharp.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, you use Unbelievable. She makes you look like a shit dev.</span><br />&quot;Nice! What have you made? What language? What do you think ab-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs at your eagerness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Calm down, Anon. We have hours to talk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch yourself for the second time in two days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope, you're awake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And your principal - well, VP - is actually not only not boring, but shares a common interest?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyway, I made a few indie games, nothing popular yet. I made Knight Inheritance and Truth Convergence, if you know of them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;YOU made Knight Inheritance? That's one of my favorite games! I've beaten it with both the regular bosses and the harder ones!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really? I made those to be practically impossible.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I eat practically impossible for breakfast.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That describes this date pretty well, actually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles at that and turns the turn signal on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then what do you eat for dinner?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start thinking of a witty comeback, but you turned into the Pink Lobster's parking lot, so you decide not to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're greeted at the interested by a man wearing sunglasses, a pink shirt, and green pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Really bad fashion taste, you think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smirks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You here for seats, lovebirds?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, yes. Obviously.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He turns around and shouts into the back.</span><br />&quot;Hey Randa! Where's the lovebird pit!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Occupied. Give them regular seats.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make a mental note to thank Randa for saving your dignity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Got it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He grabs two menus and walks quickly towards a table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's far away from the others, so the noise is less of a distraction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sets the menu down on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stands looking at you for a second, and you realize he must be winking behind the sunglasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then he runs back to the entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Funny guy.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Funny guy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Luna spoke at the same time, and you share a laugh at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit there in the busy restaurant talking for a few minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before long, a bearded man comes over to you and asks if you were ready to order.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, being the gentleman you are, let Luna go first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can I have the crab cakes please?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, we no longer have the crabs.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't serve them anymore?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I don't know why. We can make a crab cake out of imitation crab, though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna looks disappointed.</span><br />&quot;Could you use tuna to make a crab cake? It'd probably taste pretty similar.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Great idea, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna turns to the waiter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can I please have a tuna cake?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waiter simply nods.</span><br />&quot;I'd like the Croc's Crocs, please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waiter nods again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Any beverages for you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna settles on a red wine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't blame her, being on a date with someone at least two decades younger than you must be a bit stressful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope she can drive after this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you settle on water and Sprite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waiter runs off to deliver the order, and you and Luna stare at each other for a few seconds, not sure how to pick your conversation back up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before long, your beverages are placed, and Luna starts drinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She breaks the silence with a heartwarming smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, it's been ages since I've been on a date. I never thought it'd be a student who was actually interesting.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, you're pretty interesting yourself. I can't imagine getting dates would be difficult for you, though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile fades quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon... there's a reason why I didn't get any dates.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Red flag alert.</span><br />&quot;Why's that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'm... pretty precocious, and not just in the bust department.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna squeezes her breasts with her forearms... did she just smirk at the direction of your glance?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be more subtle with your glances, you think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So that's why I got my Master's degree and yet still don't have a boyfriend.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't doubt that you're smart... but why get a Master's?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Boredom. You know how high school is.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You got a Master&quot;s in high school?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods, then amends her statement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I graduated college then, but my Master&quot;s took another year.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, you&quot;re sitting with a genius.</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re a genius.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles and blushes, with her hand on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That settles it, you love her. That was too cute for you to handle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No denying your feelings anymore, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks. It&quot;s nice to know that there are people who appreciate that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, and you take her hand.</span><br />&quot;I appreciate you, Luna. You&quot;re the woman of my dreams.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cheesy as fuck... but you&quot;re telling the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart is out there, now to wait.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks stunned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she reaches across the table, takes your head in her hands, and kisses you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sensation of Luna&quot;s soft lips on yours is stunning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cough is heard beside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly stop liplocking and look at the bearded man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, this restaurant is rated PG. You&quot;ll have to leave if you decide to keep doing that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear, very faintly, &quot;not that I&quot;m judging&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Luna and you both nod, as if reading each other&quot;s thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both stand up at the same time and you leave ten bucks on the table to cover the wine and your drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you move past the stunned man and walk out into the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What time ish it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, she&quot;s tipsy. The wine must be kicking in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to get her home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly check the time. 6:45.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to lie so that you both get home safely.</span><br />&quot;It&quot;s <span class="nu0">7</span>:<span class="nu0">30</span>. The concert started already. Maybe we should go home?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shure. I live near here, sho wanna walk home?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;What&quot;s your address?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;1749 Borealis Road, apartment 602.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recognize the street, it isn&quot;t far.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upscale apartments there, does she seriously live in one by herself?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you pick her up and bridal-style carry her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good thing you did all that lifting, since it actually isn&quot;t that bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes a startled &quot;whoa!&quot; in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start moving, and despite her protests, you don&quot;t put her down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs with a mixture of confusion and satisfaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she snuggles into your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rests her head next to your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she starts breathing deeply as she falls asleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You idly think, &quot;I think I just got diabetes,&quot; and make a mental note: check insulin levels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk to her building - damn that&quot;s fancy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A keycard is needed to enter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t want to wake her, but she wakes up on her own as you pause, deterred by the keycard slot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she wordlessly hands you the keycard as soon as she recognizes the scenery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That smile is so cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you shmiling at?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re too cute.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aw. Thanksh, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use the keycard to enter both the apartment and her room as she falls back asleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find a opulent suite with 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly determine (from the symbol over the door) that the second bedroom is Luna&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who does the first belong to?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter. You set the slumbering Luna on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wakes up at the change in surroundings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to leave soon, you don&quot;t want to get too tempted by her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon... it&quot;s been awhile since I&quot;ve had anyone over here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She clumsily removes two buttons from her top, and you see the hint of a lacy bra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Want to keep me company?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As tempted as you are, you know what the right thing to do is.</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m sorry, but I can&quot;t.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peck her on the lips and leave before your dick decides to think for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you leave, you go into the living room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see the light flicker on, and Principal Celestia sits on the recliner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous. It&quot;s a pleasure to see you... for once.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aren&quot;t surprised, since it&quot;s pretty logical that they&quot;d live together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The emblem on the other bedroom was absent on the way in, but a solar emblem is there now.</span><br />&quot;What do you want from me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sit down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down on the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of you speak for a few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Principal Celestia speaks first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn&quot;t expect you to pass this test.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That&quot;s a low blow, Ms. Celestia.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just Celestia, please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits, seemingly lost in thought, and begins speaking before long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You remember the text you got, I presume?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, I do - wait, how do you know?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There&quot;s no way just anyone could know about your parents, but I have access to your file. You really didn&quot;t put it together?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You sent it, didn&quot;t you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luna&quot;s social abilities are mostly from reading books about socializing, but that doesn&quot;t help with matters of the heart. So she&quot;s had few boyfriends that stick with her for over a month. And the ones that did didn&quot;t deserve her.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So you wanted to set us up?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Exactly. I noticed that your grades aren&quot;t great, but after looking through the file I came across a certain entry. On March 2nd of last year, you got into trouble because you were reading a book about programming in class. So I looked you up, and I found one thing that you and Luna had in common.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Programming ability?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not quite. You both have an uncanny passion for what you love. It just happens they&quot;re the same. So I set the two of you up on a date.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a little betrayed, but a little happy.</span><br />&quot;Why did you choose me out of everyone in the school? There has to be someone else who is passionate about programming about the school.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You overestimate high schoolers.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can&quot;t argue with that.</span><br />&quot;Well, you&quot;re more cunning than I thought.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs heartily.</span><br />&quot;Thank you for that text, Celestia.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re welcome, Anon. I didn&quot;t want to scare you, but I needed to know that you needed some persuasion to ask her out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up, and stick out your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles, and shakes it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Also, I&quot;m glad that you didn&quot;t take her up on her... offer. Otherwise, I would have suspended you for a year.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who&quot;s joking?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh some more, and manage to say</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m glad I didn&quot;t, then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All right, get out of here. I&quot;ll text you her number for tomorrow morning.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk over to the exit and open the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, treat her well.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That was the plan.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you close the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...How are you going to get home?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it&quot;s only two or three miles away. You&quot;ll make it, car or no car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You got a date with your vice principal and she&quot;s actually interested in you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mentally fist-pump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to just watch your surroundings as you navigate the streets back, and you make it there quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unlock your front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s just past midnight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk to your door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s been asleep for at least an hour now, you&quot;re guessing. No sign of her anywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you head to bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you at least an hour to get to bed, you&quot;re so happy and energetic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But sleep eventually overtakes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wake up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your clock says &quot;Sunday: 11 AM.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit, you overslept, though you have nothing to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll over and grab your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1 new message, from the person you took to be Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It contains a phone number that you take to be Luna&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It contains a phone number that you take to be Luna&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly call it, hoping that Luna is over her hangover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...ring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...ring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hi, is this Luna?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, I won&quot;t beat around the bush. I can&quot;t be with you. I acted completely unprofessionally yesterday, and my career depends on being professional. I&quot;m sorry.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?! But-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The line goes dead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...fuck!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try calling back, but it goes straight to voicemail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you call Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wile away the day playing video games and making video games.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can&quot;t put your heart into it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thoughts lie elsewhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought you had met your love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was it all a lie?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was this always going to happen?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can&quot;t change the past, you remind yourself. Despite the plot of certain Tibetan interactive cave drawings that involve time travel, it&quot;s impossible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to give up on Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you know that some part of you will always remember.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t even see Sunset that day. She&quot;s probably worried about you. But you can&quot;t bring yourself to care enough to talk with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;d ask how it went, and you&quot;d have to answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better to avoid that scenario.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lie down at eleven, but you don&quot;t get to sleep until one AM.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wake up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit. It&quot;s fifteen minutes from when the bus comes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why do you care?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There&quot;s a chance you&quot;ll see Luna, and then you&quot;ll lose all hope of getting back together with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you need to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least for school, at most for resolution.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get dressed and wolf down a bowl of cereal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset doesn&quot;t bother you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re fine with that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost miss the bus. Unfortunately, you didn&quot;t miss it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So a Monday begins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t make conversation on the bus, though that isn&quot;t abnormal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only a few minutes into first period, and the loudspeakers buzz to life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous to the principal&quot;s office. Anonymous to the principal&quot;s office IMMEDIATELY.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn&quot;t tell who it was with all the static. You only know that the voice was angry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With murmurs of &quot;what&quot;s it this time?&quot; and chuckles around you, you leave the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk down the hallway with a sense of dread.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is deja vu all over again. But this time you care about the outcome.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mindlessly walk into the principal&quot;s office</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The vice principal&quot;s office is locked, and Celestia sits in her room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn&quot;t hard to figure out who summoned you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down in Celestia&quot;s office, not even asking for permission.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air is full of emotion - but, as usual, Celestia speaks first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What. The. HELL.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, she&quot;s enraged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luna isn&quot;t talking to me about your date, and she says that you&quot;re not going to be together -- what HAPPENED?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don&quot;t know! I called Luna and she said she acted unprofessional. SHE&quot;S the one who is upset.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia deflates at those words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was worried that would happen.&quot;, she says to herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luna has an, ah, inferiority complex. Whenever she thinks she has messed up, she ignores the situation and chooses to kick herself instead.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ah&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, Anonymous, you want her back?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod your head like it&quot;s a bobblehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you gave yourself a minor concussion, but fuck that.</span><br />&quot;More than anything.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia hands you a note.</span><br />&quot;Anonymous A. has been in a serious accident. He is to remain at home until May 15th.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;About ten weeks, you figure.</span><br />&quot;Wait, that&quot;s graduation!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Indeed. You have ten weeks to get Luna back, or I&quot;ll get your secret out. Don&quot;t worry, I&quot;ve already discussed this with Ms. Shimmer, and you are to remain at a hotel room until further notice - anything else would be suspicious.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That doesn&quot;t seem like that big a punishment.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ll hold you back a grade.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You internally curse. You and your big mouth.</span><br />&quot;Who would pay for the room?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me. Anything for my sister to be happy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hands you a card key to a nice hotel nearby.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I hope you have a plan. I&quot;m counting on it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think for a moment.</span><br />&quot;I do, but I&quot;ll need your help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both grin, the first time either of you has in a day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ten weeks and change later, your plan has gone off without a hitch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least the first part, anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You became valedictorian with a little &quot;help&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Celestia were breaking more than a few regulations, but she&quot;s good at covering things up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The game you released has gotten many good reviews and even generated some press.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s even become somewhat viral.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re behind the stage, knowing that Celestia and Luna are watching with more than curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you show your face in the school for the first time in over two months.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a speech prepared, practiced over a dozen times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ladies and gentlemen, your valedictorian, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take the stage.</span><br />&quot;Good evening. Now, I&quot;m supposed to give a speech. I&quot;d usually give some sort of anecdote about school being important, but it really isn&quot;t.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A purple girl from the audience shouts &quot;you take that back!&quot; as the audience laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You press on.</span><br />&quot;I know that something is more important that school. That&quot;s passion.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make eye contact with Luna for this part. She looks conflicted.</span><br />&quot;As some of you may know, I released a popular game recently. I&quot;m giving you all codes for a modified version of it. And one lucky person will find the secret code.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They aren&quot;t &quot;lucky&quot; so much as &quot;important&quot;, but you keep that to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone checks under their chairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Many people look excited to see a code for the game under there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some look disappointed that they didn&quot;t find the secret code.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And one looks pale that they did.</span><br />&quot;This game is about passion. That&quot;s why I made it. Not to teach a stupid moral, but because I love games and wanted to share that. And because I had something to say.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The audience looks quizzical, but doesn&quot;t object.</span><br />&quot;That is all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of the audience sighs in relief that your speech was over, some cheer that they got a game.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just hope the bait works.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, as you expected, your downloads shoot up like a rocket that night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t care. The number is irrelevant at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the secret code has been redeemed. You&quot;ve made that copy of the game send an email to you after completion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it emails you in the morning after a sleepless night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You received a text in the early morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous. Meet me at school at ten. Don&quot;t tell a soul.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew who it was already. The number gave it away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to get started on a long walk to school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In an hour, you arrive there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door is unlocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go to the principal&quot;s office, the school eerily quiet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know where to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Luna sits, waiting for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s in tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I&quot;m so sorry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She flings her arms around you, and you stroke her back as she sobs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn&quot;t mean to do that to you. I treated you terribly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let her let it out via torrents of tears, until:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don&quot;t deserve your love!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At that, you put your finger to her lips to silence her.</span><br />&quot;Luna. I love you. You can&quot;t change that, just like I can&quot;t. I needed to show you how much.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you kiss her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You missed this feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly melts into the kiss, tears still streaming down her face, but now of happiness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull apart all too soon, and she gives you a forceful hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I&quot;m so happy that you made that game. That was the most romantic thing that I&quot;ve ever experienced.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t think she&quot;s experienced much in that regard, but you let it go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You two move from your embrace to cuddling with each other for hours on the floor, talking and catching up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand rubs her back as she embraces you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I was so worried about us.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Me too, and I&quot;m glad it worked out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs.</span><br />&quot;So, wanna go on a date sometime?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="br0">&#40;</span>TBC?<span class="br0">&#41;</span></div></div>




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