Imeeji: IC Continuations

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Previous:
Speed Dating [Day 32]
Mistletoe Game [Day 71]
Social Bingo [Day 101]

Includes:
B's Fancy Dance [Day 102]
Kissing Game [Day 124]
Mistletoe 2 [Day 187]
Objective Game [Day 223]
Tokyo-F Stamp Rally (Age Up and Age Down Event) [Day 245]

Comments

[crossmyheartandhope]

I don't need an objective to go for that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It is INDEED before Intensity.

As her bike sputters, shedding parts, before the engine dies completely a few meters short of the hospital]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No harm in being direct, is there, Maiden?

Though the way you say no without ever speaking the word has it's own charm.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Chuckling a bit under his breath. ]

Yes, stroking my ego will get you everywhere.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Watches him approach, though he removes his hand so Cobalt can so whatever he needs to do.

He crosses his arms and waits just a couple steps behind]

[420blazeit]

I don't own an amazing dragon, but is that permission to have playdates whenever I like?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he actually hadn't seen that coming, and he wriggles again the bindings one more time for good measure. ]

Better pick something you can manage one-handed.

[we_meet_again]

[Not looking up at the branches, he approaches the tree, hesitates, and puts one shaking hand on the trunk.

Nothing.

He kneels, squeezes his eyes shut, and lowers himself to the ground to lay on his back under it.

Nothing.

It takes him a few moments, just laying there and breathing, before he finally opens his eyes.

Intensity gets a hit of dopamine.

Cobalt rolls onto his side with a hand clapped over his mouth and starts coughing violently.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Stroking his ego, huh? Intensity responds by dragging his hands up King's sides]

As your rival, you're only allowed to lose to me.

All the other losers are barely worth crushing under your heel.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity is at his side at an instant with a hand on his back.]

Hey...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Catches Izumu's chin in his hand and leans down for a kiss. A light thoroughly unsatisfying one.

Punishment for every time Izumu has kicked his ass in training]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He laughs, squirming a little ]

It's starting to sound like I'd better buy the next memory, before we get carried away.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Not whenever you like, but---

[He turns to look at Blue Eyes]

Go ahead.

Whistle.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Pick your poison then.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he'd clearly expected something a little more thorough, and he pouts whenever Intensity pulls back. ]

That's all?

[we_meet_again]

[he's laying on his side with both hands over his eyes now, taking deep, rasping breaths and shaking all over. He doesn't flinch away from the contact this time, though.]

ThIs iS So StUpId...

[he sounds. pretty mad.

He didn't throw up this time, though. So he's got that going for him.]

[420blazeit]

[ does that loud and obnoxious whistle people do at sporting events, mostly. ]

[unbr8kable]

[Urges it forward, even as the wheels increasingly wobble, and she ends up jumping from her seat and running a bit forward as the bike kind of falls apart underneath her]

...Hah! So...

[...honestly she looks around all directions, waiting for a reveal]

[crossmyheartandhope]

That one fighting game with the girl with that big old mace is pretty awesome.

Ooh - or the side scroller where level two's like a thousand bandits pop out.

[Angling Blue Eyes down toward the arcade]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Think fast!

(Or actually don't flinch.)

A bike comes zooming in at high speeds, seems to be smoking (is that an electrical fire?), and is sans Intensity as it also dies a sad death on the hospital lawn]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. Well.

[How does one offer comfort to a trauma if the coping mechanism is not denial?

We just don't know]

Everything about an idol Hell is stupid.

So you're not wrong.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't---

Oh, why is he holding back?

Laughs out loud. And there is a audible click of a camera]

Are you pouting?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Game.

Make outs with King.

Game.

Make outs with King.

That's like having to choose between his two favorite ice cream flavors (if he liked ice cream).]

Sounds like a you problem.

[And proceeds to show no signs of stopping his wandering fingers]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Blue Eyes whips her head to look at D.Va, flashes of lines of white code appearing across her eyes.

...

Sync complete]

Don't abuse it.

She tells me everything.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is the fighting game a versus game or co-op?

[You know what he's going to choose]