suddenly: soirée.

[fuckyousoleil]

[On this abnormally cool summer's evening in Camp Fuck You Die, an elaborate tent has been set up just outside the carnival. At 7PM sharp, everything in the carnival lights up - the ferris wheel, the strands of festive lights strung around the Tunnel of Love, even the haunted house are all illuminated. The atmosphere appears to be welcoming,

Comments

[tuesdere]

[clearly the way to compensate for a total lack of party spirit is capes]

[yankeesus]

[I hate ties. I hope your happy.]

[tuesdere]

[allow me a minute to let this accomplishment settle in]

[yankeesus]

[You do that, I'll be pulling at this tie.]

[tuesdere]

[I would be surprised if you knew how to loosen a tie without strangling yourself]

Senpai?

[yankeesus]

[I am doing the best I can, okay?]

What?

[tuesdere]

. . . I'm confirming that it's really you.

[yankeesus]

You're the reason I'm even dressed like this.

[tuesdere]

If I tell you that I appreciate the sentiment, will you attempt not to sulk?

[yankeesus]

I'm not sulking.

[tuesdere]

[is ... this... self-consciousness...]

[yankeesus]

Fuck, I can't get this damn tie to loosen!

[Still pulling at it.]

[tuesdere]

[steps in and reaches for the knot to fix your mess]

[yankeesus]

Ah. Thanks. I hate these kinds of things.

[tuesdere]

Then why come?

[loosens it. we can play nice]

[yankeesus]

It was this or stay in the cabin and be bored as hell.