> You had been waiting for her. You had been carefully grooming her, fawning over her just enough to try to make it seem like it was run off from Sugary. And you had planned and plotted with Cae, until you could lure her with love. Sugary always loved that. She didn't seem to see anything wrong with it.
> Enforcer's cell had come with a twin, Tarrat ever forward thinking. And Cae spent a good amount of time decorating it to seem like a loveshack for two, a tent sitting room where you and Sugary could have romantic talks outside of her apartment. You said you wanted to be changed trickster. You were assured it would hurt. A lot. But it'd take a while, and you have a way out, so it's fine.
> Even still, when you see her unadorned face, you pause for a moment before you give her a smile and a hug. You spend a moment making her feel relaxed enough, so you can leave without any trouble, including looking engaged when she pulls out her scepter. And she baps you on the nose.
> And then your world slows down for a moment as pain spreads throughout your body. You stumble back, in the vague direction of the transportalizer, but quickly turn it into something more deliberate. You have to get OUT, before you become too foggy to leave without help.
> With a push of a button, you disappear. And appear in a lead room, presumably what Cae had prepared all along for this sort of scenario. You immediately collapse and curl up in pain, and a peculiar sense of giddiness beyond your normal range of pain centered euphoria.
> When Cae shows up, you're groaning softly, tears running down your face, smearing paint as they do. Your breath is interrupted frequently with small bouts of giggling. This feels??? Good? Terrible. Wow you hate(love) this.
[[ We have interacted! Moira and Typhora seem to get along like a house on fire, likely primarily because Moira won’t stop flirting at her to win her favour (also because it kind of likes her in a weird way, idk).
> As you pull Sarosa from the pile, you notice that some of the dolls are distributed oddly around the bed. You can’t imagine your moirail and Sugary empress getting along very well, and seeing them side by side leads you to realise they’re the same height. That’s. That’s odd. You could swear Sugary ought to be smaller. Maybe your moirail is shorter than you thought.
(> Maybe it’s a crush. Maybe you ought to think about that for a while.)
(> Maybe you’ll fuss with making sure no other doll is bleeding, or on fire, or any other bizarre thing, and not think about this.
> Oh, Sugary is here now. Good. She can do this better than you, she's doing better from the moment she arrives. You're grateful. > You're also leaving. If there was something you could do you'd have thought of it already, right? Kankri will be okay with Sugary. He'll be safe. > You take Strawberry and slip out without another word, and once outside the ward, warp to your room. > Strawberry spills out of your arms and bounces to the floor before vanishing somewhere. You sigh and sit on the edge of your bed, checking your dashboard again even though you know you shouldn't. > Your pitchmate is in so much pain, and you've done exactly nothing to help. You're frustrated. Disgusted, even. "Dumbass Lalonde," you mutter, and make yourself get up for a shower.