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,

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[fruitophile]

[ someone pretty is here with flowers for you. lots of bright red ones. ]

♥

[verydurable]

. . . eh?

[fruitophile]

[ MOST DISTINCT SQUEAKY VOICE EVER ]

Your friend left you alone? ♣ How cold. ♦

[verydurable]

[fdgkm]

C---Clown guy?

[fruitophile]

Hisoka. ♠

[verydurable]

. . . right, right.

So, waiting for someone?

[fruitophile]

You. ♣

[verydurable]

Me?

. . .

As in . . . me?

[fruitophile]

Who else am I talking to? ♦

[verydurable]

[looks around, just in case that's a trick question]

Haaaaah . . . I see.

Look, if you're not joking then I'm flattered . . .

[fruitophile]

Why would I joke? ♣

[verydurable]

Well, that's the funny thing about jokes . . . they're funny.

[fruitophile]

[ giggles ]

I take it not a lot of people give you flowers, Wild Tiger. ♠

[verydurable]

Uh . . . Nah, that's more Bunny's thing.

[fruitophile]

Poor you. ♠

[verydurable]

I'm actually pretty okay with it. So like I've been saying . . .