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no one's sure how the world turns or why it does, but time moves on and so do we. you are so beautiful, but the world breaks pretty things. indie Elena

[angladd-blog]

“Whatever do you mean?”

[mascheramento]

"I wonder." Her eyes are glittering with mischief. She doesn't trust you to behave one bit.

[angladd-blog]

“I’ll try." Smiles anyway.

Pats Elena’s head.

[mascheramento]

"I imagine that's not the only thing you try, hm?"

[angladd-blog]

“Maybe. A little." His panty honor.

[mascheramento]

Kisses his cheek. "You'll live." 

Wink.

[hauntingmist]

"Just you, my dear." And with very good reason.

[mascheramento]

Good boy, you're well-trained. "In that case, it would be stingy of me to resist, wouldn't it?"

[angladd-blog]

Laughs all pleased.

“You are a playground bully.”

[mascheramento]

Pouts. "Did I hurt your feelings?"

[il-primo-tempesta]

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"… At least I can tell why they call it Turnback Cave."

The redhead lets out a sigh, discontent with how little progress they had made thus far. Sure, they may have been on the search for gold and riches—along with perhaps something else—yet this was proving to be their most difficult challenge yet.

Every single twist and turn they made always led them back inevitably to the starting room, and the frustration was causing G to lose his patience. The atmosphere of the cavern did not help either; the air grew thinner the further they went into the cave, making it difficult to breathe. The overwhelming darkness only proved to hinder his eyesight as well, something that he greatly depended on as an archer.

"Elena," he grunts out, holding his head in an attempt to keep his rising rage in control. "What do you suggest we do about this?"

[mascheramento]

The map she was making as they went only grew more and more convoluted, but at least it was progress. With each turn they took that was an error, a trial was done and they were closer to the right tunnel. On the other hand, G. was never extremely patient, and he was too large for some of the tinier crevices she’d had to crawl through—only to find herself at the beginning again anyway. Had this place been designed to be a labyrinth?

"First of all," she sighed, "sit down and smoke a cigarette before you burst." As much as the scent of smoke was irritating, she could handle it with more finesse than he seemed to be managing over this cave. Methodical wasn’t really an adjective that could be applied to G., after all.

Bending to dust a spider off of her pants leg, she eyed the map again. “We’re still narrowing it down. That means we can start taking turns trying new openings—if it goes on more than twenty minutes’ walk, we’ll come back and get the other.”

[angladd-blog]

Glares at. Pokes her in the side.

“Noh a hat. A buhhy." (not a cat. a bully.)

[mascheramento]

Not fair! She lets go and rubs her side with a little yelp.

"Oh, am I cute as a bunny?" 

[hauntingmist]

Daemon honestly just doesn’t want to get scolded. While the cat’s away, the mice shall play so goes the saying.

"Did it work? If not, I can try again."

[mascheramento]

What a charmer. She sees right through you. "Do you try that on all the ladies?"

[angladd-blog]

Sticks out tongue at.

[mascheramento]

Catches it between her fingers.

"Cat got your tongue?"

[hauntingmist]

His smug smirk stays confident.

"Me? Get into trouble? I’m as harmless as a lamb, waiting for my sweet shepherd to return to guide me~♪”

[mascheramento]

It's hard to stay down with Daemon being his familiar, narcissistic self. 

"Mmhmm." For some reason she doesn't seem to believe him. Wonder why! "Very cute. Are you trying to make me swoon?"

[angladd-blog]

Whaaaaat?

[mascheramento]

Hmph.

[hauntingmist]

You slay me, my dear.

[mascheramento]

She almost says "no, you slay me," but...realises.

Oh.

Instead she purses her lips and plays with her hair. "Have you gotten into much trouble without me to keep you safe~?"

[angladd-blog]

Looks away.

What?

[mascheramento]

Taps foot.

[hauntingmist]

I think you mean an ostentation of gorgeous.

[mascheramento]

I'm pretty sure I said what I meant, but the ostentation sure is true. <3

[angladd-blog]

N-nufufu~ I, of course I haven’t.

Well…

Maybe, I have. Just a bit.

[mascheramento]

Squints.

Daemon Spade...

[angladd-blog]

Fantastic.

Nufu~ <3

[mascheramento]

...Say, have you been keeping up with that hobby recently while I was gone?

[angladd-blog]

I love you as well, my dear. Kiss, kiss.

[mascheramento]

Much better. <3 

Kiss, kiss.