heart game - MK, rinku

[wroughtandtempered]

I’m sorry. I tried— I tried, but I can’t keep going—

I don’t think I can do this alone, so— Please. Please—

I need help.

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[roundandaround]

"Wah! Okay!"

She bows quickly to Eve, turns, and bounds up the stairs, transforming in a flash to fly the rest of the way up out through the trapdoor.

"Come on come on come on...!"

[wroughtandtempered]

As you climb out of the basement, the soft crackle of flame behind you builds into a roar... and Eve outright cackles, clearly delighted by this development. Once you're out, you can just barely hear her yell:

"That's more like it—"

—before the trap door swings shut of its own accord, and melts into the wooden floor as though it had never been there to begin with.

...However, things have changed. The overwhelming scent of smoke has faded, giving way to the smell of freshly baked goods wafting from the kitchen, along with a welcome wave of warmth to chase away the cold. You can hear the soft crackle of controlled fires throughout the house... and slowly, the beginning of here-and-there taps on the roof, which turn into a steady patter as rain starts to wash away the snow outside.

[noodleboi]

MK shifts back into human form. Oh. Oh this is good! Really really good.

"We did it, Rinku! We did it!" MK laughed excitedly. At least it seems they did. He's going to go check the workshop, shifting back into monkey form as he leaves the bedroom. Oh wait. He turns back to move the futon back where it was first. Everything back where it should be.

[roundandaround]

Happy Rinku noises. She rolls around on the futon and then nudges the cushions into a circle again. As MK leaves for the workshop, she hesitates... but he said it'd be okay, right? He even promised he'd take his dreams back if he lost them. So it's fine, right?

She shifts human and heads to... well, she was going to check the door, but he did tell her to go to the kitchen, and he knows what he's doing. Besides, that smell is making her hungry, and she's finally not freezing like a streaker in Frostreign, so she autopilots over there.

[wroughtandtempered]

In time, you head back to the kitchen.