[Definitely weirder than Pocky. All he has left are "play seven minutes in heaven," "let someone tie you up and kiss you," "make out for five minutes," and "get leashed and taken for a walk, on hands and knees."]
L-like I said, pretty weird. We don't gotta, like - I don't need help with em, if it's too weird for you, is all I'm saying.
What've you got, though, we could do one of yours...?
[Along with - Jesus fuck - along with 'get a back massage while blindfolded' and 'trade clothes with someone' and 'get someone to write a message on your body' and was this card this bad last time he looked?]
[10/10 for trying, this is exactly what K would do.
[And... here they are.
[Good God this really is a maintenance closet and they really are supposed to spend seven minutes in here, doing... stuff. Still: K doesn't want to let his team down. And he doesn't particularly want to hand Hurricane a Sharpie and tell him to go nuts, either.]
[He ducks his head, and tries (unsuccessfully) not to blush like crazy, and follows K into the closet.]
[It looks... very little like an actual maintence closet, because dreams are funny like that. The space is small and dark, yes, but the walls are lined with costumes and props, rows upon rows of them. There is a pile of clothes on the floor. There is also a mannequin head wearing googly eye glasses.]
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[K's sure he remembers something like that.
[He's pretty sure Pocky was involved. Like, dream or not, at least 85% sure.]
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[Pocky was definitely involved. He definitely remembers Pocky.]
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[Is this the same game?]
Maybe the first square didn't take.
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I mean - or it's a whole new game or something.
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[He's Not Sure about a lot of this, honestly.]
Anyway. What you got?
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[Define weird. K's going to be leaning over your shoulder now, to try and get a better look at the card.]
Weirder than pocky?
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L-like I said, pretty weird. We don't gotta, like - I don't need help with em, if it's too weird for you, is all I'm saying.
What've you got, though, we could do one of yours...?
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[He's got that one too.
[Along with - Jesus fuck - along with 'get a back massage while blindfolded' and 'trade clothes with someone' and 'get someone to write a message on your body' and was this card this bad last time he looked?]
Mine... aren't great either...?
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I-it's, uh. You go in a closet with someone in the dark? For like. Seven minutes. And you set a timer, and like... kiss, and stuff?
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[Seven minutes doesn't sound that long.]
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Probably the best choice, then...? I mean, I don't really wanna do - there's weird, and there's weird, weird. Right?
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- yeah.
A-anyway, we doing this, or...?
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[K looks back down at the card.]
Yeah. Yeah, we're doing this.
[It's only seven minutes.]
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I guess... there's a maintenance closet in the game tower, so...?
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[Why's it got to be a closet anyway? Seems weirdly specific.]
Maybe we can pick the lock.
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[Spoilers: he knows that because he once tore down half the ceiling trying to get up into the crawlspace in there, oops.]
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Sounds good. You know the way?
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Yeah... c'mon, it's over here.
[He leads K to the maintence closet - stops by the door, and fidgets a little.]
After you...?
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[And... here they are.
[Good God this really is a maintenance closet and they really are supposed to spend seven minutes in here, doing... stuff. Still: K doesn't want to let his team down. And he doesn't particularly want to hand Hurricane a Sharpie and tell him to go nuts, either.]
Uh, sure.
[Let's... get this started.]
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[It looks... very little like an actual maintence closet, because dreams are funny like that. The space is small and dark, yes, but the walls are lined with costumes and props, rows upon rows of them. There is a pile of clothes on the floor. There is also a mannequin head wearing googly eye glasses.]
...uh.
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[K is just gonna stare at that mannequin head and just C WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS CAN I NEVER GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT REPRISALS.]
Christ, he better not be in here.
[Just gonna check these coats. Maybe he's hiding in one of them, hanging up.]
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[Yeah, totally checking all the clothes hanging up, including the pockets for smoke bombs.]
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[Oh my God what is this.
[K holds it up for inspection in the light from the open door and oh good they're trapped in a closet with a decaying rainbow furby.]
Well, Seven Minutes in Heaven... and he has been going round calling himself God? Guess this is just what it looks like these days.
[He dumps the Furby through the door. No, you stay out.]
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