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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.

Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

HOME ON THE RANGE

Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!

Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.

At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.

The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.

THE WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

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Comments

—ᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴢᴇ

[luxuriant]

( It's a little disorienting, to appear in this place after... how long? He doesn't know how long. He can feel it, he thinks, in the way he stretches, the way his body readjusts to the movement. Of course, that could just be his imagination, but it's hard to shake the idea that it could be possible when he looks around and sees so many new faces. So many new ones...

But there's gotta be at least one familiar one.

It would be easy, he thinks, to scour the camp for him. To run around, peering into tents, peeking around trees, ducking his head in the lake, all just to catch a glimpse of those long legs, or that white head of hair. Even as he listens with senses that shouldn't be his, there's too much noise to filter past, but some part of himself is determined to believe that he couldn't be here. And so? The first step... is preparing.

He spends the next chunk of time doing just that. The fire pit is the key location for all of his prep, where he quickly sweet talks his way into enough set up space to begin creating his masterpiece. Graham crackers, chocolate, marshmallows, more chocolate, more graham crackers, more marshmallows— he stacks his s'more so high that it's about the size of his own face before he considers it completed. And then, setting it atop his paper plate, he sets on his mission: find the man in question!

Turns out, it doesn't take long. Could it be... fate? Or maybe he just toasted so many marshmallows it drove whispers to bring the sweets fiend closer? Whatever it is, Zelos spots him from across the campsite, and cups one hand to his mouth to call as loudly and drawn out as possible. )

SAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOORUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!

( Nobody else liked that. But that's fine; Zelos is busy trying to see if Gojo is going to approach him, or if he's going to have to take this mega s'more on a little run. )

[oversize]

( the good thing about being stuck in a camping ground is the fact that he has a huge, luxurious tent: but the bad thing about being stuck in a camping ground is also the fact that he has a huge, luxurious tent.

there's little reason for him to go elsewhere, except for the fact that his tent reminds him of the sheer loneliness of his suite--large, overbearing, the kind of glorious displays of wealth and privilege that would have been obvious, back home, as the heir to the gojou clan. in contrast, escaping out into the chilly night air feels more freeing; even if the sky above them isn't real, some generated hoax of the resort, even if all the trees will disappear soon enough, at least it's here for now--little firepits and chairs dot the shores near the edge of the lake, and he's taken to wandering down there, listening in idly on conversations and laughter and skinny dipping threats out into the cold water.

granted--even with the six eyes, even with all of his techniques intact, he still doesn't expect to hear his name.

it's loud, an echoing, shrill yelp that stirs up some of the birds in the trees, stills some of the nearby conversations--who the hell was that grouses some guy sitting at a nearby fire pit, hugging his girl in close, and a roar of drunk laughter starts from another fire, as though they seem to take the yelling with good cheer. pointedly, he's squinting past his sunglasses, trying to locate the sound of the voice, because--

well, but it couldn't be him. zelos has been gone for a long time, even if he hadn't been able to locate his statue.

but barreling across the grass towards him, holding a monstrously large wad of chocolate, marshmallow, and graham crackers, is someone who all of his senses and all of his eyes says is zelos--enough that he whips his sunglasses off to crunch them into his palm, like something must be lying to him. his heart rabbits around wildly in his chest, jittery and pleased. )

NUH UH, NO!! ( he yells back, loudly, stuffing his sunglasses into the front pocket of his sweatshirt--his other arm jerks out, pointing an offending finger towards zelos even as he starts to clear the space between them, full of playfully fabricated defensive hurt. )

You LEFT me, you don't get to make up for it now!

( apparently he intends to put on quite the break-up show for everyone nearby. )

[luxuriant]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on just a sec— I didn't leave you!

( Just as always, Gojo falls right into line with his shenanigans, huh. It brings a fleeting warmth past the icy, chilling thoughts of just how long he'd been gone. The realization of it, when he'd first woken up, had been almost too much. Crushing, lonely, certain that no one would remember him, no one would have missed him, no one would have noticed. That the one thing he'd spent his whole life thinking about would be proven right, right then and there.

But Gojo is breaking through that, even with that showy rejection. He knows the group back home would be pissed, if he pulled this kind of stunt— they'd turn it all serious, criticize him, call him careless and cruel. But Gojo seems to get it, he thinks; he seems to get that it's easier to deal with intense emotions through something of a buffer, first. It means he can focus on the crunch of soil beneath his feet as he runs, the breeze beneath his silly little gingham robe as he runs. Physical things to ground him so he doesn't have to focus too long on how he just hopes others were checking on Gojo this whole time, that he wasn't alone. )

Don't be so cold now, huuuunnyyyyy!

( He's coming closer, but his attention snaps to a mutter off to the side about how he must be some lying cheater, and lets out an exasperated sigh. At this volume, it's kind of like a little yell. )

Ahhhh, stop making me look bad! I'm innocent, I swear! I didn't leave, I was kidnapped, stolen away, held back!

( And with his feet finally carrying him close enough, he pulls into a dramatic bow of apology, plate of s'mores held out in outstretched hands, insistent. )

I made this just for you! ( And in one last peek of his eyes up and over that plate, he tries to meet Gojo's, tries to resist the urge to just tackle him here and now. It would ruin the s'mores. ) Unless... you don't want this Ultra Big Mega Super Snacker S'mores Sandwich?

( He named it. )

[oversize]

( his eyes narrow--his arm lowers, but only so that he can plant one hand on his hip, and then the next, standing there adamant as though he won't be giving this any more thought. nearby, a few people whisper, something about cheating and about how disappointing it is to have two handsome guys mostly spoken for; his teeth gnaw at the inside of his cheek to try to keep from smiling, but it means his face is screwing up, and as zelos gets closer, he slaps a hand up over his own face.

he listens, standing there, and it's close enough that he could easily swat that plate to the ground and put his arms up around zelos' neck in relief; he breathes behind his hand, spreading long fingers so that one pointed blue eye can stare out at him from behind his self-made mask. )

You know, it's cheating to offer me chocolate and think that I can have morals or whatever.

( with a dramatic sigh, steeling himself, he lets his hand drop down away from his face--and he takes a step forward, but only so that he can stretch an arm out and graze his fingertips along the plate's edge, hooking up a bit of spilled, melted marshmallow off the side.

matter-of-factly, he pops that finger right back into his own mouth, considering. )

Did you miss me?

( there's a loud gasp from one of the fire pits nearby--and from another, a guy yells out, say you did! it's a test! )

[luxuriant]

( That finger hooks into the marshmallow dripping along the side of the plate, and Zelos' expression warms fondly. He takes it as an opportunity to straighten himself from his bow, plate still held perfectly in place even as his shoulders realign and his chin lifts to look him more in the eye. Healthy, from what he can see. No scars, no broken bones, no dramatic or terrible changes— it's a relief, despite himself, and he can't keep that wave of happiness from curving up the corners of his smile. )

Of course I missed you.

( Serious, and lower in tone, it's a clear difference from the over-exaggerated yelling and whining he usually gets up to. Someone gasps, from their little audience, a loud and dramatic sound that cuts through the brief silence.

But, it wouldn't be Zelos if he could keep that up for too long, of course— the raw emotion feels too vulnerable in his chest, and he's too much of a coward to face it head on without any interruption. So, he chances a step forward and a half turn, free arm looping itself around Gojo's waist in an insistent tug to plant them side by side, s'mores still held out in front of the both of them, a shiny temptation. )

Just like youuuu missed the Great Zelos Wilder, right? Right? ( Cheery, upbeat, and overly loud, he leans in closer. And closer. Face practically smooshing against Gojo's, even if he has to lift onto his tip-toes for it. )

You know what they say about that, don't you? If you missed me, you gotta kiss me!

( That's not a— oh, he's already doing big dramatic kissy faces towards Gojo's cheek, as loudly as possible. Truly a clown. )

[oversize]

( he's coming to the conclusion, more often than not, in this place, that his ability to control limitless is so flawless that he's already mastered the art of deciding what's dangerous and what's not, without any kind of consideration. he hadn't thought a thing about it, when zelos came in closer, hooking his arm around his waist--hadn't thought one thing about it, when he'd been dragged close. it's something to consider for another time; has he gotten too lax, here? but zelos would never do anything to him, so isn't that better?

is he slipping? is he letting people get too close? he can't say he dislikes it, the way zelos feels warm against him, and the promise of sweets in front of him--

fine, fine, he's got him. with a dramatic sigh, he tilts his head to the other side as though to avoid the dramatic kissy faces being jerked up towards him. )

I missed the chocolate more. ( loudly, but it's obviously a tease--he's grinning, anyway, one arm lifting so that it can drape across zelos' shoulders, making it easier to stand there; the other hand is trying to break off a piece of the giant smore, and struggling. )

I'll kiss you tonight. You know, when you're sleeping in my tent.

( finally, at least, he gets a piece of graham cracker and gooey chocolate: close enough. he pops it into his mouth. )

[luxuriant]

Yayyy! I don't have to sleep outside!

( Playfully, cheerily, he shouts his joy as such, and a few of the onlookers have their own reactions to how the scene has played out. Some of them he can hear going aww, others are a bit upset they didn't get to witness a bigger fight. But either way, Zelos seems satisfied with their input on this little show of his and Gojo's, and now he can focus entirely on the man before him.

As that overly cheery smile fades back down to something more normal, there's a fondness in his eyes as he watches him eat a piece of this mess of a s'more. One more squeeze at Gojo's hip shows his pleasure, reinforces that he meant his words even with how over the top they were, and he laughs a little lighter as he tries to foist the plate off entirely to Gojo now. Take this, it's so much sugar. )

You're looking good as always. ( He doesn't seem to want to move away, not unless he's encouraged to, so he'll stay just like this for now, head tilting to look at Gojo's face a little better. ) So, who else am I going to have to chase outta this tent of yours?

( He's teasing, mostly, even if he does want the attention— mostly it's his way of trying to make sure Gojo hasn't been alone. )

[oversize]

( there's a grumbled groan, playful, as he's forced to take up the plate--it's heavier than he expects, despite the monstrous tower of sugar on it, so he balances it flat onto his palm, his other hand still struggling to try to pick up a more proper bite without shoving the whole thing in his mouth.

that would be unattractive, and he doesn't really want to be smearing chocolate and graham cracker crumbs all over himself when zelos is staring at him, almost intently.

weirdly, it makes him feel a little shy--his nose wrinkles up, bemused, and there's a careless shrug, as though the question isn't worth answering. )

Just my dirty underwear. ( teasing, as he nabs another small piece of melted gooey chocolate and marshmallow, popping it into his mouth. )

Did you really think you'd show up and I'd be married, or something~? You know how it is, here.

[luxuriant]

My view was a little limited, wherever they shoved me.

( View, he says, and doesn't elaborate. Instead, now that he's freed of his chocolatey weight, he moves in a step to wrap both arms around Gojo, this time about his shoulders. He's a little cold to the touch, notably, but he's still Zelos. )

What a relief! I thought I was gonna get left behind... ( The way he sighs that out is comically exaggerated, his obnoxious voice rising and falling and drawing out almost musically whenever possible. Because things like that help hold back the line of truth behind the over-the-top comments, genuine worry. )

I was so loooonelyyyyy, Satoruuuu... ( He whines, hanging his weight around him even more. Enough to be obnoxious, to potentially throw him off enjoying his little s'mores creation there— temporarily, of course. )