luca.

[enfangs]

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[enfangs]

Eh, still old.

[white says this even though he was born, like, only a decade or two after the 1880's.]

But yeah, energy drinks are, uh... actually, I dunno how they work, but they give you a boost of energy. Not exactly great for sleeping, y'know?

[notaccurate]

And you still fell asleep. Interesting.

[Something something magic is afoot.]

This might be worth talking to others about.

[enfangs]

Probably. I tend to be nocturnal anyway, so it was pretty weird.

week 1, wednesday.

[enfangs]

[they meet in the laundry room—

no this time white is. attempting to build a fort of beanbag chairs in the rec room. why? BECAUSE SOMETHING IS HORRIBLY WRONG WITH HIM and so now he's trying to hide from the world.]

[notaccurate]

[Fortress of washing machines-

Well. Time to get close to the beanbag chairs and try to peer inside. Someone must be in there, right?]

[enfangs]

[it white

who gives a jump when luca peers in]

W-What are you doing here!?

[notaccurate]

When one finds a tower of bean bag chairs in the middle of the room, one must investigate it. What are you doing, White?

[enfangs]

[as his hand twitches—]

N-Nothing! I'm not hiding or anything!

[notaccurate]

Is this one of those times where you're saying the opposite of what you mean?

[He's lifting up the top beanbag to peer in.]

[enfangs]

[yes

white scowls as luca peers in.]

I don't do that!!

[notaccurate]

Uh-huh.

Then what are you doing in here?

[enfangs]

Can't I hang around wherever I want?

[notaccurate]

Fine.

[He drops the bean bag down on White's fort.

Then he grabs the TV remote before coming back to sit on the fort.]

I'm going to watch a movie.

[enfangs]

What? No! Get out!

[notaccurate]

[SITTING ON THE FORT

AND MAYBE MOVING AROUND TO TRY AND GET IT TO FALL IN ON WHITE.]

[enfangs]

[YELLS AS HE'S BURIED ALIVE]

[notaccurate]

[Watching TV. It's some shitty romcom.]

You're missing the show, White.

[enfangs]

[after digging his way out, he picks up a beanbag chair and tosses it at luca.]

[notaccurate]

[Luca is now buried in beanbag. The noise he lets out at getting hit is interesting.]

[enfangs]

[maple?

what does that mean?

but now white pauses because oh no, the urge to hold hands isn't going away...]

[notaccurate]

[It means he's keysmashing but verbally.

And now he's pushing himself up and looking directly at White.]

Was that necessary?!

[enfangs]

Yeah, it made me feel better.

[which is clearly what matters.

... as he reaches to take luca's hand.]

[notaccurate]

[Well. This might as well happen today.]

I didn't know you were one for affection, White.

[enfangs]

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

shakes luca's hand up and down as he holds onto it]

Shut up! Don't read too much into this!

[notaccurate]

[He knows White is probably doing this because of an effect, but he is going to have some Fun.]

Is that so, little fang?

[Pretend that's actually in Italian. I'm crying trying to find out the actual word that would go there, I'll get it eventually.]

I think I'm not reading enough into this. How long have you wanted to hold my hand, hmm?