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

[burgercraving]

[dressed up in a typical (for Santana) red dress for the occasion. she's stag, and none too happy about it]

[bronevolence]

Absolutely, my lady.

[burgercraving]

Wow, you're amazing when you actually speak.

[bronevolence]

I don't think I'm normally that bad, am I?

[burgercraving]

You blankly stare a lot. It makes me really concerned.

[bronevolence]

I only do that when you confuse me.

[...which is admittedly often.]

[burgercraving]

Maybe when I buy you a phone, I can get you an app for innuendo.

[bronevolence]

...do they actually make those?

[burgercraving]

If they don't, I'll find a good book on it instead.

[bronevolence]

That might be easier anyway.

[burgercraving]

And skip out on you getting to master your phone?

[bronevolence]

Well, a book is more permanent...

[burgercraving]

They can fall apart.

[bronevolence]

I take better care of my books than that.

[burgercraving]

Fine. We can do both.

[bronevolence]

Both is fine.