[CONTINUE + 4] Week 1 || Act: mingle

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Monday comes onto the snowy town once more, though it still looks as if it's 'night' as ever.

Then again, you are underground. That's just to be expected, considering no natural light can get down here in the first place. The Monsters around you are just as friendly as ever, though now there's far, far less of them.

Is time running out for the mission? How many more loops do you have?

...You feel as if something is watching you when you're not looking.

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[homeecspacecop]

H-he has a really sensitive nose, and he, um, doesn't like the diffuser. [IN A GIRLS ROOM?? SHE SHUT THE DOOR??]

What kinds of things do you like to write?

[ugly_split_ends]

[And there's her dirty laundry, RIGHT THERE.]

I write everything. Novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems...

If you mean the genre, I write romance stories first and foremost.

[homeecspacecop]

[He's going to die?? You can't just. Leave underwear lying around???]

Um... romance, or... you know? [Is he standing in a room full of smut right now.]

[ugly_split_ends]

...Or what?

[Watches his eyes, suspiciously!]

[homeecspacecop]

[He was absolutely already accidentally looking at underwear. He's not now!! He's deliberately looking away. He's trying to have a normal conversation and not come off like some kind of pervert who looks at underwear when it's right there on a pile of laundry.]

Well... wh-what's the... rating?

[ugly_split_ends]

...Rating? The critics and public love my work, and I'm consistently on the best-sellers list. Not that I'm focused on that... I just aim for quality works.

[She misses it, then.]

[homeecspacecop]

Really? [That sounds like real books not smut fics.]

I'd love to read something you've written sometime.

[ugly_split_ends]

...What for? You're a guy. You actually read romance stories? Or are you just trying to sound nice?

[homeecspacecop]

... I'm a guy who likes cooking and sewing and other guys. Are you really surprised I'd read a romance novel? [Not that he usually does, but still...]

[ugly_split_ends]

Hm... seriously? Well, in that case...

[A pause, as she considers.]

...Wait, your inner-voice is going to be reading it too, then?

[homeecspacecop]

Drew always reads what I read. He's got a better memory than I do.

[ugly_split_ends]

Then, no deal. I'm very picky about who sees what of what I write when it comes to unpublished works.

[homeecspacecop]

... okay. But he's not... a different person, really. I mean he is, but he isn't?

[ugly_split_ends]

...Can I trust him to keep his mouth shut?

--Don't tell me he only talks to you.

slides in here REAL LATE oops

[homeecspacecop]

He does only talk to me. No one else can hear him unless we're in a FIGHT, and he's got better things to do then than to talk about romance novels.

[Drew doesn't even like romance novels.]

Yeah, that too.

... he doesn't like romance books.

[ugly_split_ends]

I don't exactly write romance stories for people who hate romance stories, so... it can be torture for him, then.

[She gives a deep little laugh.]