An aggravating turn of events. { #3 }

[deceiverxi]

Much to my displeasure, I've been asked to judge for this ridiculous beauty pageant at the carnival. I would have declined, but the alternative was working at one of the game booths. Naturally, I chose the pageant

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[twelthstorm]

Any day you'd like; I'm not picky, nor do I have any other plans. I want to see this garden of yours sometime.

[deceiverxi]

Sometime later in the week, perhaps? ...Eventually.

[twelthstorm]

Sounds like a date to me. The fact that you're so protective over it makes me all the more eager to see it~

[twelthstorm]

...Also, what are a few of your favorite flowers?

Just out of curiosity, of course~

[blondjailbait]

You're... you're judging?

oh shit.

Is uh, is there any way I can withdraw my application for the pageant? I'd rather not prance around in a women's bathing suit in front of the likes of you.

[twelthstorm]

Oooh~ Don't get cold feet now, baby. ♥

[blondjailbait]

No, seriously, lady. His idea of a winning prize is probably the chance to sleep in a coffin for a night.

*shudder*

[twelthstorm]

Sounds like fun. I would join him. ♥