Hitori Kakurenbo

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[This is the only thing the Network will allow you to access on the 29th.

Characters who are participating in the game may make new threads. Characters who are not participating may only reply to threads, not make new ones. There are no filters present. The cell phones the participating characters have are capable of voice, video, and text communication.

The cell phones have a disturbing tendency to film things on their own, from a character talking to themselves while hiding to a character's messy death.]

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She will mother the fuck out of him. ouo

[champagnedelis]

[Laughs a bit, free hand darting up to grip the bed support beam tightly to keep a rein on her emotions, stopping only when it creaks slightly.]

No offence but I think you might be a bit young for me. Try again in a few years.

[Finishes the song and nods, even though he can't see it.] I've survived- well, not worse, but fairly bad times. [She's probably mad for calling WW2 'fairly bad] I'll make it through, and then when you're awake we have a kitchen date, d'accord?

Omg yes /wants this CR forever

[knightime]

[He doesn't laugh, laughing hurts. But his voice sounds a little lighter.]

I'll make a note to myself about it.

Wouldn't want to miss it. Don't worry, I'll be there. I might be a little late. I kinda have to stick to the fashionably late rule. But maybe I'll be early, since I'd hate to make you wait for my skinny ass.

So friggin CUTE TAT

[champagnedelis]

If I have to wait on your 'skinny ass' I'll just have to fatten it up to give you a proper excuse for being late. [Smiles, voice teasing while her eyes feel uncomfortably hot.]

presh bahbbies

[knightime]

Shit. I guess I'll be fashionably early.

[He lets out a breath.] Mind if you sing something again? I mean, I guess I'm being pretty spoiled already, but it's kind of cold and I'm really fucking tired. [It isn't cold. he just can feel anything anymore.] That cool...?

/cuddles them close TAT

[champagnedelis]

If you want to keep fitting in your trousers, ouai.

[Murmurs:] Of course I don't mind.

Hmm.. which one though...

[Thinks on what she sang for Canada and America before deciding on 'La petite poule grise', fingers lightly drumming out the beat of the song on the floor.]

[knightime]

[By the time she finishes, there won't be a response on the other side of the line. No peaceful breathing. Just the eerie silence and whatever sounds coming from the unit he was in.]

[champagnedelis]

[Whispers:]

Bonne nuit, cher Dave.

[Hangs up and has a moment to bite her hand to stifle her crying.]