Pushing the covers off myself, I slide my legs around the side of the bed and lower myself onto the floor. At the same time that my feet feel that tingle that comes from having to support my body weight again for the first time in several hours, a chilling draft engulfs my entire body.

...oh. I'm not wearing any clothes. I guess that explains it.

Though I might be tempted to just talk out of this room naked or only in an apron or something similarly lewd, the fact that Gabrielle's most likely out there in the living room fills me with the strong urge to Not Do That. Because regardless of certain tendencies that have awakened inside me, I am not my sister. So instead, I slip on the nightgown that I usually wear when I spend the night here and head out into the hallway.

My first stop is the living room, where I find Gabrielle sprawled out on the couch in her usual awful sleeping position. I guess I have Shary to thank for not getting kneed in the liver when we shared the couch, seeing as how that's most definitely what would have happened to me had this travesty of sleep presented itself back then.

Since why not, I give Gabrielle a kiss on the cheek as I pass by... but since Charlotte isn't here, there's no reason for me to stick around.


>[1/?]

>>42895384
>[2/2]


Next I head to the kitchen, and the second I pass through the threshold I am met with the surprising sight of Charlotte's blonde head of hair resting on the table. As I approach, I find that the length of her arms and legs seem to have returned to what I'm used to them being.

Farewell, tiny Charlotte. Sleeping with you almost felt like cheating, even though I knew that it really wasn't.

As I walk around her, I find that she's wearing her usual nightgown... and thanks to the way she's leaning over I end up getting an eyeful of something else. I can't say that I'm opposed to a little morning sideboob but I definitely wasn't expecting it.

"Hm?"

I was so focused on Charlotte that I didn't even notice the cloth that's lying on the table next to her. And upon further inspection, it kind of looks like a dress...


>wake the charlotte up and ask her what it is
>try it on without waking her
>leave well enough alone

>>42895329
Over-chan is feeling salty, what else is new?

>>42895405
>try it on without waking her

>>42895329
Overchan, it's fucking over. You lost. Let it go.

>>42895405
>try it on without waking her

>>42895405
>>try it on without waking her

>>42895405
>leave well enough alone

>>42895405
>leave well enough alone

>writing

>>42895987
Why you gotta run so late arch? I guess I'll catch up in the morning.

>>42896127
He runs late because he's like a vampire. archelon hates day star so much!

That dress on the table... I can't really see much of it here (and part of it is covered by Charlotte's arms), but what I -can- make out does look nice. Purple with black lace, and I'm pretty sure that that bolero that's hanging on the chair next to her also goes to it. I kind of wait to try it on.

So I think I'll do just that.

Gently, I lift up Charlotte's arm from the table and slide the dress from under it, then tiptoe back into the bedroom where nobody can see me.

"......"

Yeah, I'm all sweaty and gross from last night. There's no way I'm putting this thing on before taking a shower.


>shower and dress
>take the time to call a friend up on this fine easter morning

>>42896608
>>shower and dress

>>42896608
>>shower and dress

>>42896608
>shower and dress

>42896608
>take the time to call a friend up on this fine easter morning

>shower and dress

>>42896608
>shower and dress

>>42896870
>writing

>>42895384
Just think of where CC's mouth was last night...

>>42896608
>shower and dress

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>>42896914
dammit anon

>>42896935
Indirect cunnilingus?!
How lewd.

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After retrieving some underclothes from my bag, I bring them and the dress that I'm "borrowing" from Charlotte into the bathroom with me. Sadly, I'm unable to really enjoy a nice long shower on account of the fact that I don't want Charlotte to end up waking up while I'm in here.

So after a slightly disappointing shower, I quickly slip on my underwear and then start about figuring out how this dress is supposed to go on. Step in here and then pull this shut and fasten this and this and this... and then there's this choker thing to put on, too. Once I'm relatively sure that I'm done, I take a look in the mirror at my handiwork.

Or rather, Charlotte's handiwork that I happen to be wearing. And I have to say, I look pretty damned cute in this thing. And it fits me pretty much PERFECTLY.

...well maybe it's a little loose around the waist.


>[1/?]

>>42897461
>well maybe it's a little loose around the waist.
That's because she left some room for the baby bump, of course.

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>>42897461
>[2/2]

Through my amazing powers of deductive reasoning, I think it's a safe bet to say that Charlotte made this thing according to the measurements that she took way back when we first met. So through that, I can assume that the looseness of the waist portion is because I'm a little bit thinner than I was back then!

I may not haze sexy abs like THeresa, but I do feel a little bit proud of myself for that.

And so, filled with said pride, I head back to the kitchen where Charlotte's still asleep.


>wake her up
>let her be for now

>>42897777
>let her be for now
Cooking of breakfast foods shall be the alarm!

>>42897777
>>42897801
Seconding, but for god's sake put on an apron over the unfinished dress before you cook!

>>42897777
>let her be for now
Use an apron

>>42897777
Supporting
>>42897801
>>42897827

>writing

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>>42898159
what

>>42898159
God damn it, now my sides hurt from laughing.

>>42898219
I forgot that spoilering it hides the filename.

It is the turtle in his natural habitat.

>>42898235
Just another day for you it seems.

>>42898246
...nope. Still don't comprehend.

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I could wake Charlotte up with a kiss. Or maybe a hug. I mean, I look GOOD in this dress and I'm kind of anxious to show off to someone other than the voice in my head. But then I look at how peaceful (though not particularly comfortable) Charlotte looks while sleeping there at the table and I'd just feel like a total jerk if I woke her up just to satisfy my own ego.

So instead, I head to the fridge and begin rummaging around for this and that. Eggs, pancake mix, milk, that kind of thing. I may not be much of a cook but breakfast is the absolute least I can do for her as thanks for this dress.

......speaking of which, I really should put on an apron before I get started so I don't ruin this thing.


>[1/?]

>>42898532
>[2/2]

One quick trip to the bedroom later, I am clad in a protective apron and so it is time for cooking. In no time, I'm stacking extra pancakes onto a plate while frying up more and filling the entire suite with the sweet smell of breakfast pastries. Come to think of it, -are- pancakes pastries? I think they are, but there might be some weird specifically that I don't know about. It's not like semantics will affect the taste any though, and that's what's important.

"Mmmmmmm..."

I glance back at the table and find Charlotte mumbling to herself.


>call out to her
>pretend I don't notice

>>42898843
>wave a pancake under her nose

>>42898843
>Get closer and attempt to listen in. If she notices do something Allison would.

>>42898843
This: >>42898865

>>42898843
>call out to her

>Captcha: Pancakes...
Now I am hungry.

>>42898843
Yes
>>42898865

>>42898843
>>42898865
this

>>42898872
Backing.

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>writing

>>42899059
>pamcakes2.png
Turtle typos; truly terrible.

>>42899160
That is not a typo.

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Ignoring the oily residue it leaves on my fingers, I turn off the stove and pick up one of the pancakes that's had some time to cool. Taking care not to let it fall onto the floor, I tiptoe over to my still-mumbling girlfriend and dangle it in front of her.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

As Charlotte begins licking her lips, I move the pancake just under her nose.

"Can't make dresss outtapancakes," she mutters while smiling. "you'd juss eat it nd then youdbe nekkid..." she giggles to herself.

This is fun. I really ought to mess with her while she's asleep more often.


>[1/?]

>>42899387
>Gif
But that isn't Theresa.

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>>42899387
>nekkid

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>>42899387

Boop. I swing the pancake and make it tap the tip of Charlotte's nose.

"cecile you dummy..." Charlotte giggles. "...yernot fast enough t'eat the pancakedress before Ican..."

And then she lurches forward and takes a huge bite out of my pancake lure.

"Ehehehe..." Charlotte swallows what she ate and continues mumbling to herself. "...you'll taste better wiff sum syrup..." her giggling gradually shifts until a creepy low chuckle.

She clumsily reaches out, pawing at the air until she reaches what's left of the pancake I'm holding. But instead of snatching it away from me, she traces her fingers along it until she reaches my hand.

"Whaa!?" I blurt out as I suddenly find myself caught in Charlotte's strong grip. Unable to pull free, I'm rendered helpless as she shoves both the pancake AND my hand in her mouth.

Please please please don't bite down...


>[2/?]

>>42899629
>[3/3]


Afraid to do anything else, I stand still as Charlotte's tongue removes the remainder of the pancake from my hands and then curls around my fingers...

"Mmmm..." Charlotte smiles. "Mmh-"

Her eyes snap open and meet with mine.


>how do I respond?

>>42899696
Inform her the syrup is still in the kitchen.

>>42899696
Bite back! A finger nibble for a finger nibble! She'll never expect it!

>>42899696
"You... remembering last night~?"

>>42899696
The syrup is still in the kitchen and I am never using food as a lure to wake you up again. Now please spit my hand out.

>>42899696
Plead for our fingers. Remind her that they're just as important to her as they are to us.

>>42899696
do the whole inviso camo thing

>>42899733
Sounds good.

>>42899696
Surprise, I was the pancake all along

>>42899696
Use the light to make it appear your fingers have been bitten off. Cry and panic!

>writing

>>42899799
>>42899803
>>42899831
samefag.

>>42899933
Liar.

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"Umm..."

I try to pull my hand free, but her mouth is closed just enough to catch one of my finger joints.

"...if you wanted syrup, it's in the cabinet..." I say, pointing with my other hand. "So could I please have my fingers back? I know you like them but I'm way more attached to them than you are."

Charlotte's eyes fill with shame as her jaw loosens its grip on my fingers. Not wanting to risk it, I pull them free once I'm able.

"Wwwwwwhy were your fingers in my..." Charlotte says, her voice wavering as she stares me in the eyes.
"I used a pancake as a lure to try and wake you up," I reply. "Clearly that was a mistake," I say as I lick the remaining pancake bits from my fingers.


>[1/?]

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>>42900203
>[2/2]

"Oh," Charlotte mumbles. "Yeah, don't do that again. You're lucky I still have my human teeth."
"Really..." I sigh. "But now that you're awake, feel free to help yourself to come pancakes," I say, pointing to the stack I left next to the stove. "Unless you've already filled up on ladyfingers, that is."

My terrible joke is met with Charlotte's loud groaning. I have to admit, that was a pretty bad one.

"Enough of that..." Charlotte says, pushing herself up from the table. "Thank you for cooking for m-"

Her eyes grow wider than I've seen them go in a long time.

"Charlotte?" I call out.
"Th..." she looks down at the table and then drops to her knees. "Oh no, what the hell happened to it..." she groans as she drops to all fours.


>let her squirm
>that's enough goofing around

>>42900348
>let her squirm

"What happened to what?"

>>42900348
>>that's enough goofing around

No bully.

>>42900348
>>that's enough goofing around
Take off the apron with a dramatic flourish.

>>42900348
>that's enough goofing around

>>42900348
>come pancakes

Hmm....

>>42900348
>>that's enough goofing around

>>42900348
>>let her squirm
Oh where could it be?

>>42900348
>let her squirm

>writing

"Oh no..." Charlotte groans, clutching her temples with one hand while using the other to push herself back to her feet. "I bet Milla got it while I was asleep... or maybe Rhaccy-"
"Charlotte?" I call out to her.
"Spent all night on it and it was all for nothing."

Okay, that's enough goofing around.

"Charlotte!" I raise my voice.
"Yeah, what is it..." Charlotte turns to me, looking like she's about to cry.
"If you're looking for what I think you're looking for..." I say, reaching behind my neck and undoing the straps that are holding my apron on.

And with an exaggerated motion, I pull it off and toss it aside, revealing the splendor that was hidden beneath.

"By any chance were you looking for THIS?" I say, holding my hands to my sides like I'm presenting myself to her.


>[1/?]

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>>42900684
>like

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>>42900741
自分をシャーロットに見せているじゃなくてドレスそのものを見せている。

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>>42900684
>[2/2]

"Wha..." Charlotte's jaw drops. "Cecile, when did you-"
"While you were sleeping," I shrug. "and I have to say, you really outdid yourself here."

Just to show off, I do a little 360-degree spin.

"Erm, yeah," Charlotte says, forcing a smile. "I was hoping to surprise you with it but I guess you got me instead."
"It really is beautiful, though," I say to her. "Thank you so much."

I walk over to her and give her a quick peck on the cheek.


>mention her "return to form"
>let's eat
>let's wake up gabrielle
>[OTHER]

>>42900855
>>mention her "return to form"
>>let's wake up gabrielle

>>42900855
>mention her "return to form"
>let's wake up gabrielle

>>42900855
>mention her "return to form"
>let's wake up gabrielle

>writing

>>42900855
>Let Gabbers sleep.

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>>42901028
Sleep tight gabber

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>>42900765
>に見せて

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>>42901045
You mother fucker.

>>42900855
>mention her "return to form"

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"Nice return to form, by the way," I say to Charlotte. "When'd you turn back, anyways?"
"After you fell asleep," Charlotte replies. "I moved my sewing stuff to the other suite since it's kind of loud and I didn't want to wake you or Gabrielle up, then I finished the dress you're wearing as fast as I could and started my, umm... growth afterwards."

With a grunt of effort, Charlotte stretches out her arms.

"Forcing that growth as fast as I did was what really knocked me out," Charlotte says while cracking her neck. "I probably would've been fine for another full day without sleep if I'd stayed smaller."

It's a shame that she can't switch back and forth at will...

"I still need to fix my teeth and hands and the rest, but my height and senses are back, and those are the most important things," Charlotte says with a beaming smile.


>[1/?]

>>42901400
>[2/2]

"It'll be really nice to get back to a hundred percent, though..." Charlotte says with a long sigh as she starts towards the pancakes. "I've got my height back but none of my strength."
"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow.

So I can still overpower her even like this... eheh.

"You don't mind if I get some of these now, do you?" she asks. "I'm starving."
"Go ahead," I reply, "I'm going to go wake up Gabrielle."

And so, I make my way to the living room where Gabrielle's still sprawled out just as painful-looking as before.


>call out to gabrielle
>call out to shary

>>42901536
>>call out to gabrielle

>>42901536
>>>call out to gabrielle
>>call out to shary
Why not both? It’s what I do if there’s several people in a room.

>>42901536
Call out to both of them.

>>42901536
>>call out to shary

>>42901536
>both

>>42901536

>call out to gabrielle

>>42901578
>Why not both? It’s what I do if there’s several people in a room.
Waking up Shary specifically instead of Gabrielle would have resulted in her being in control of the main body for the next however long.


>writing

>>42901737
>for the next however long.
How long is that?

>>42901778
However.

"Hey Gabrielle!" I call out as I approach the couch where she's passed out. "Shary!"

Once I'm close enough, I gently rock her shoulder.

"C'mon, I made breakfast~" I say in a singsong voice.
"Mmmmgh..." Gabrielle rolls over in the couch, sending the cushion that was under her head sliding onto the floor.

I could just push her over, but that's kind of mean.

"Gabrieeeeeeeeelle~" I call out once again. "Sharyyyy~"
"Ngh-" Gabrielle swats her arm around. "Go way..."
"You've been passed out for like twelve hours," I groan. "Let's not have a repeat of friday."

I reach over and pull her upright, balancing her between my arms for a few seconds before her body finally "gets it."

"You awake now?" I ask, leaning in as her long lashes flutter open and reveal a pair of pretty violet eyes.
"Mmmmh?" Gabrielle looks up at me and smiles.

And suddenly I find myself trapped in a hug that's far stronger than those tiny arms ought to be able to manage.


>[1/?]

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>>42901825

>>42901840
R.I.P. C.C., it was nice knowing ya.

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>>42901840

"Cecile," Gabrielle smiles, "you look so pretty!"
"Th- thank you..." I say, forcing myself to smile back. "You're kind of crushing me now so could you maybe umm-"
"Wha!?"

The next thing I know, I find myself lying flat on my back and staring at the ceiling.

"What the hell just happened," I say to nobody in particular.

And then a pillow hits me in the face.

Oh wait, this is a couch cushion.


>[2/?]

>>42901945

"Cecile you gay weirdo what the heck were you doing!?" Gabrielle yells at me.
"Trying to wake you up," I reply, my voice muffled by the couch cushion that's still lying on top of my face.
"Well!?"

I guess she didn't hear me.

With a tired groan, I push the stuffed upholstery off of me and return to my feet.

"First thing I see when I wake up is your face all up in mine!" Gabrielle shouts while pointing at me accusingly.
"You're the one who did that," I sigh. "You're stronger than I am, remember?"
"......" her face rapidly becomes flushed.
"Maybe you ought to pay more attention to what you're doing when you first wake up."

It looks like both Gauthier sisters have issues with that.

"Anyways," I say, brushing myself off as I start back towards thew kitchen, "I made breakfast so you two are free to join us. If you're not too worried about catching the gay."


>[3/?]

>>42902008
>catching the gay."
Too late.

>>42902008
Agent Navarre strikes again.

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>>42902008
>[4/4]

When I reach the table, I find Charlotte sitting down with a plate of pancakes that are now covered in syrup, along with a glass of orange juice... and the same thing set up at the two seats adjacent to her.

"She really isn't a morning person," Charlotte says, laughing when she sees my annoyed expression.
"Yeah, I can really tell," I grumble as I take my seat.


>talk about plans for today
>talk about charlotte's current state
>talk about other things

>>42902052
>>talk about plans for today
>Sleeping in our own bed.

>>42902052
>>talk about plans for today

>>42902052
>>talk about plans for today
was today or tomorrow Easter? Either way we should sort some of that out.

>>42902052
>>talk about plans for today

>>42902052
>talk about plans for today
>talk about other things
dresses

>>42902052
>talk about plans for today

>>42902052
>talk about plans for today
ww@ squad?

>>42902134
wut?


>writing

>>42902139
"To the people with whom I share interests and friendship, and who would support me through the tough times, as I have supported them through the tough times"
(Squad)
"What is our current emotional status, what needs are to be fulfilled, and what event(s) are on the planner that should be addressed? Are there any opportunities for us to immediately exploit, or obligations to immediately fulfil?"
(ww@)

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Just as I drizzle syrup onto the fruits of my labor and get ready to cut into them, Gabrielle pulls back the chair on Charlotte's other side and plops down onto it.

"It's nice of you to join us," Charlotte says to her little sister.
"Mmh." she grunts in response.

Looking only at her food, Gabrielle grabs a fork and knife and immediately gets to eating.

"Thanks," a voice says from across the table.
"Wha..." I look over and find Shary sitting in the seat that I previously thought was empty. "Oh."
"They're really good," the stuffed cat says.
"Umm, you're welcome," I say with a nervous smile.

She talks directly to anyone so rarely that I was NOT expecting her to do so just to compliment my cooking. It's a nice feeling, though.


>[1/?]

>>42902204
>[2/2]

"So..." I take a bite of pancake, "...you two are still coming over my house today, right?"
"Oh yeah, -today- is Easter," Charlotte nods. "What time did your sister want us to come over, anyways?"
"She usually does stuff whenever," I reply with a shrug. "and it's MY house too so it's not like we need to RSVP or anything."
"Heh, I suppose not."


>let's head there after they get dressed
>before we went there, I wanted to _____

>>42902268
>let's head there after they get dressed
>Call Theresa, get juicy date details
>Call Mina, check in on her
>Maybe call Sun-Mi

>>42902268
>>let's head there after they get dressed

>42902268
>let's head there after they get dressed
>Call Theresa, get juicy date details
if we have the time.

>>42902268
>before we went there, I wanted to _____
Have sex with Charlotte.

>>42902268
>>let's head there after they get dressed

>writing

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"We could just head over there now after you two get dressed," I say. "As you can see, I'm all ready to go."

Sadly, my fully presentable state means that I have no excuse to sneak into the shower with Charlotte this morning.

"I bet you're just eager to show off that dress to your sister," Charlotte says, pointing her fork at me.
"That's part of it," I shrug.
"..." Gabrielle stares at me. "...where'd you get that one from anyways?" she asks. "I've never seen you wearing it before."
"That's the results of the all-nighter that I pulled," Charlotte says proudly. "It's nice, right?"
"Mmhmm," she replies through a pancake-stuffed mouth.
"Before all that garbage with the vampire girl happened, I'd promised Cecile that I was going to make her enough dresses that she'd never have to wear pants again and I fully intend to make up for lost time!" she says with a beaming smile.

But I actually LIKE wearing pants. They're comfy and easy to wear. And they have lots of pockets, too.


>[1/?]

>>42902388
>They're comfy and easy to wear
...

>>42902388
>[2/2]

Thanks to Charlotte's ravenous appetite, the wonderful breakfast that I cooked doesn't end up lasting very long. So before I know it, both of them are head to the showers so we can leave sooner rather than later...

...might as well call someone while I can.


>call the theresa
>call the irene
>call the mina
>call the sun-mi
>call the allison

>>42902426
>call the irene
How was date?

>>42902426
>call the theresa

>>42902426
>both of them are head


>>42902426
>call the theresa
Already talked to Irene a bit. Now it’s time for T.

>>42902426
>>call the theresa

>>42902388
Cecile I know how you can get Charlotte to change her minds about pants.
Work out harder with Theresa and get a pair of spats.

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>>42902477
Or yoga pants

>writing

>>42902589
>sexing

>>42902589
I guess we should ask if she's found the arsonist yet, since she clearly was out looking for the guy.

>>42902589
>instesd

>>42902609
>I guess we should ask if she's found the arsonist yet, since she clearly was out looking for the guy.
Good point. I give it a 50% chance that she actually did something else, though, and will be annoyed that CC thinks she immediately went for the next dangerous person.

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Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I sit down on the bed and scroll through my contacts. Allison... we'll be over there in less than an hour so there's no point in calling her right now. And then there's Irene... hm.

I -am- really freaking curious about how her date with Theresa yesterday went, but since she's a super church girl I dunno if she'll be available right now. Theresa, on the other hand, usually skips so it might be a good idea to call her up instead.

Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Ring once.

Ring twice.

"H'llo?" Theresa mumbles just before the third ring ends. "Who's this?"
"It's Cecile," I reply. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"
"Nnngh..." I hear fabric rustling. "Yeah, last night was rough."

Since neither one of them's the type to start fooling around so early, I'm going to rule out "stayed up all night sexing." Probably.

"So whassup?" Theresa says immediately before breaking into a long yawn. "You wanted something?"
"Yes, actually," I reply. "I was curious about how your second date went last night."
"........." I can hear her grumbling over the other side of the line. "It went alright," she says. "Irene got me to pick her out a new phone and then she went nuts taking pictures of everything."

That would explain that picture that she sent me yesterday.

"Sounds like fun," I reply.
"More or less," Theresa mumbles. "She's, uh... she's really nice."
"Yup," I nod.


>tease
>don't tease

>>42902676
>>don't tease
For the variety of it.

>>42902676
>>tease
As if there was any other option.

>>42902676
>>don't tease
It's a holiday

>>42902676
>don't tease

>>42902663
>don't tease

>writing

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"Well I'm happy to hear that you actually like her," I laugh.
"Umm, yeah," she replies.
"You two gonna do something over spring break?"
"I dunno," she mumbles, "I was gonna see if she wanted to do something after we go running tomorrow morning."

Oh. Yeah. That.

Just thinking about it has my legs aching.

"But we're just taking it easy for now," Theresa says. "Hanging out and getting to know each other and stuff."
"That's good," I reply.
"And maybe some day we can come to love her as much as we love you."

...um.


>[1/?]

>>42902790
>[2/2]

"To change the subject," Theresa says before I can really process her coming to me yet again, "are you busy tonight?"
"Huh?" I blink a few times.
"There's something that I wanted to ask you about so I was wondering if you'd be able to stop by for a little while."


>yeah, alright
>I'll have to think about it
>probably not

>>42902790
>"And maybe some day we can come to love her as much as we love you."
Nothing can kill the mood faster than Otheresa

>>42902811
I dunno, we're spending the evening with our family, but if we have time to stop by after I guess we could do that

>>42902811
I vote for basically what >>42902830 said

>>42902811
>I'll have to think about it

>>42902811
>yeah, alright

>>42902811
>>I'll have to think about it
We have other engagements, but maybe we can squeeze in some time. And why can't ask over the phone?

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"Tonight?" I cringe. "I was actually meaning to spend the evening with my family since it's Easter and all..."
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that," Theresa sighs.
"But if I have the time after dinner and everything else to stop by then I'll definitely see what I can do."
"Alright," she replies. "Just give me a call later night when you know."
"Will do," I nod.

Then I get to wondering.

"Umm, is there some reason why you can't ask over the phone?"
"Yeah," she replies. "It's too risky. WAY too risky."


>say goodbye to the theresa
>talk about something else

>>42902892
If it’s something quick, we could probably make a stop on the way home. Just leave the others in the taxi for a minute or something.

>>42902811
>>42902830
Sounds good.

>>42902892
Backing this>>42902902

>>42902892
She better make sure to stay safe!

>>42902913
Ehhhh, personally I'm kinda against that. For oddly meta reasons if its bad/serious news then theres a good chance of it spoiling the holiday mood if we learn about it before a party.

>>42902892
"I understand, I'll call you back as soon as I know if I can stop by."

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"Umm..." I scratch my head. "...well if it's something quick, we could probably swing by on the way to my house."
"We?" Theresa asks.

Crap, I hope I haven't hit a sore point.

"I'm kind of over Charlotte's place right now," I say, "and Gabrielle's here too so-"
"No," she cuts me off. "That's okay, I can wait."

I was kind of expecting a response like that.

"It's not so big a deal that I can't wait," Theresa says, "But I don't want to involve them at all if I can avoid it. And I don't know how far your girlfriend's hearing extends, for all I know she could be listening in on us right now."

...the worst part is that I can't even say that she's completely wrong.


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>>42902956

"I guess I'll talk to you later then," I say.
"Yeah, see you later," she replies. "If not tonight then tomorrow morning."

And on that ominous note (for me, at least), she hangs up.

With my phonecalling over with for now, I slip my phone into one of the pockets(!) that Charlotte so kindly included in my lovely new dress, then gather my dirty clothes together and wait y the door for Charlotte and Gabrielle to come out.

Before long, I find myself materializing light butterflies to pass the time. One by one, they flutter into existence and fill the air around me, their soft light hitting the fabric of my dress in a really pretty way.

First I go with the usual gold color, then start shifting it towards the same purple shade as my dress.


>[2/?]

>>42902987

"Having fun?" Charlotte asks as she and Gabrielle seemingly materialize right in front of me.

Nearly falling over, my concentration completely breaks and all my butterflies vanish at once.

"Shary thinks that those're pretty," Gabrielle says.
"Er, thanks," I reply with a nervous smile. "You two ready to go?"
"Whenever you are," Charlotte replies.

And so, we head down the elevator and through the lobby. For the first time in quite a while, we actually have to wait for a taxi, but once one pulls up we hurry inside and direct it to my house.

Home sweet home.


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>>42902931
>meta reasons

>>42903015
>[4/4]


As we approach my house, I get the Synapse that I guess signifies that Irene's home... and minutes later, the taxi pulls in front of my lawn and we file out of it.

"You've never had my sister's cooking," I say to Gabrielle while grinning from ear to ear. "Trust me when I say that she's REALLY good."
"'Kay," Gabrielle shrugs.

While I'm a bit disappointed that Gabrielle isn't as excited about the upcoming home-cooked meal as I'd hoped, I don't let it bother me as we make our way up my front steps.

"Hey Allison!" I call out immediately after stepping inside the house, "we're here!"
"Oh, so you are!" a deep voice calls out in response... a voice that I haven't heard in months.

My smile grows wider and wider as a tall man peeks his head out from behind the side of the doorframe. With shaggy black hair connected to a shaggy black beard and dark sunglasses to match, he reaches his arms out towards me and lifts me into the air while Charlotte and Gabrielle stare on in total confusion.

"And here you are, all dressed up!" he laughs. "You're looking prettier than ever, Cecile!"
"C'mon, Daddy!" I call out. "Put me down!"

This is so embarrassing.

Here ends this thread, folks. Though it was a slow one, I thank everyone who stuck it out.

The next thread will be on Tuesday night.


and now questions

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>>42903073
>>[4/4]

>>42903078
Thanks for running.
So what did our parents think when they found Irene staying over?
Did they confuse her for our girlfriend?

>>42903078
Too much of a cliffhanger for me. Thank you for writing.

>>42903078
>questions
How many Irenes could the Theresa handle if the Theresa could handle any Irenes?

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>>42903078
Who is best idol and why is it Makoto?

>>42903078
See>>42901778

>>42903078
Thanks for writing!

>>42903073
So what do CC's parents think about her having TWO girls (unless they want to count Gabby for a third)?

>>42903089
>So what did our parents think when they found Irene staying over?
>Did they confuse her for our girlfriend?
This will be addressed in the next thread.

>>42903092
>How many Irenes could the Theresa handle if the Theresa could handle any Irenes?
Three.

>>42901778
>>for the next however long.
>How long is that?
Until you woke Gabrielle up. Not that it matters anymore, though.

>>42903096
>Who is best idol and why is it Makoto?
While a Makoto is certainly nice, Iori is best idol.

>>42903113
>So what do CC's parents think about her having TWO girls (unless they want to count Gabby for a third)?
This will be addressed in the next thread.


And that's it for me. Thanks for playing!

For further questioning:
http://maouzenigame.tumblr.com/

Game production blog:
https://studioarchelon.wordpress.com/

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>>42903140
>a Makoto is certainly nice
>Iori is best idol.