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heart game - Kantera

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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So cute he might die.

"I absolutely do want to know a secret."

"Only two people are allowed in my room without knocking first," she whispers, "and you're one."

CRITICAL HIT.

"I... thank you. Truly, I don't know what to say."

He squishes her a little more tightly, hoping to get his feelings across that way instead.

"Thank you's good, you already said it!"

She puts up with it for about five seconds before starting to squirm. Sorry, Kantera.

"And! I have a present for you, but after you see it you'll wake up? So if there was anything else you wanted to look at, do that first."

Aww. He puts her back down.

"Hmmm... I would like to go look at your sketchbook a little more. But I'll be right back after that."

Wiggles turn into EXCITED KICKY LEGS as she rolls on her back and beams, grinning with her mouth open the way a dog might. It looks a little weird with how snaky her face is, but oh, the enthusiasm!

"Okay! Let me know what you think of the last drawing, okay?"

"I will!"

Back he goes to the workroom to take a look at those sketches.

Edited 2024-07-28 02:43 (UTC)

As he flips through it— most of the early pages have been torn out, leaving only fragments behind. About midway through, however, pages start being left in; they contain a wide variety of sketches and notes of varying completeness. Some are just of things like lists of ingredients, or jewelry, or bits of the Birdtile house or an apartment floorplan with lots of little notes: question marks, potential decorations, things like that. Others, however, are pictures of people.

Most of the faces aren’t people he knows— a young man with a scarred face caught mid-howl, an older gentleman with tired eyes smiling, a motley group in a clearing raising their voices to the sky. However, there are more familiar faces, as well: Korone with her wings spread and someone else’s clawed hands carding through the feathers. Donnie, excitement written in his body language as he goes off about something, a bracelet around one wrist. There’s even one or two of himself— one where he’s drinking what is probably tea (considering the fancy teaset next to him), looking contented. The other is a sketch of him singing under a crescent moon.

Past the original sketch the book was left open to, there’s only one drawing.

!!!!!

Aaand back he goes, nearly tripping over himself in an effort to rush back to Eve-

"Are you proposing??"

THE WIGGLES, KANTERA. BEHOLD THEM AS SHE CACKLES HER HEAD OFF and rolls over to his feet again.

"Yeah! I was— I started on the ring months ago, I was gonna— but then the mindfuck happened? And I wasn't going to propose when I barely felt like me, that'd be shitty. But— probably soon? After this? If things calm down for like five seconds."

"Congratulations! I know they'll be overjoyed."

Absolutely delighted, here.

"I hope so. It feels— maybe it's a little soon? But I don't want to not do it and then regret it later."

"I'll be rooting for all three of you."

He's going to make their wedding cake for sure. He will not be stopped.

"I'm ready to see my present."

"Okay! Hold on—"

She rolls back to her feet and waddles her way back to the kotatsu, popping briefly under it. When she reemerges, it's dragging a Cat-eared cloak in her mouth, which she wrestles back over to Kantera. Conspiratorially, she says:

"This is when I decided I really liked you."

"That's adorable."

He puts it on, bracing himself for Emotions.

...the memory is maybe a little less adorable. You remember—

Kantera, blank-eyed, pale-faced, covered in a cat-eared cloak. Your stomach sinking when you call his name and get no response, and— right. You sure as fuck can’t take any more of this, you doubt he’ll be any better once whatever he’s in the grip of releases him, so you give him a probably pointless warning and scoop his ass—

And promptly pay for it with a super-powered elbow directly to your nose. It hurts like a bitch, so of course you laugh. It’s a good sign that someone’s still in there, and it’s somehow more fight than you’d expected out of him; both things are fucking delightful, in your opinion.

—not enough not to dump him on his ass the second it’s safe, though. Sorry, Kantera; no amount of liking him will protect her ribs if he goes for them next.

—and then you wake.

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