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

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[While still running his fingers through Man Eater's hair]

Figure out what the key was for yet?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ oh, right. he briefly glances down at the key in his hand, like he'd almost forgotten about it after everything at the end. ]

... Am I out of hints?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

How about I give you a freebie? Since the note was a little -- how to say? --- misleading.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ lifts an eyebrow. ]

Is that right...? Lay it on me, then.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He's going to take Izumu's hand then and lead them out of the reception room and back outside.]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ ...?

he lets Intensity tug him along, instinctively lacing their fingers together. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And when he gets outside, shutting the doors behind him, he points to old-fashioned manual locking mechanism on the door. That is to say, it requires a physical key.

This space is yours to do with as you will. Only that key will open it. Low-tech so a FiN would have to be extra clever to get inside.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he looks at the key in his hand, then at the door, his eyebrows going up as the pieces finally fall into place. ]

So it's not exactly a "public" spectacle, after all.

[ it doesn't sound like a complaint, though; he huffs a laugh, his expression soft. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's your choice if you want to open it up to the public or not. Though I'd fix up the outside if you do that.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Nah; I kinda like the idea of having a monopoly on something. Think I'll stick to private showings.

[ he puts the key in the lock, clicking it shut.


a few moments after it's decisively locked, he thunks his forehead against the door. then, he mumbles faintly: ]

... Thanks.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He doesn't reply because of course he doesn't. But he does squeeze his hand and let him linger there for a while.]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he just stays like that for a few long seconds, then finally straightens up, pushing himself off the door. ]