W4 Curfew: OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR HOUSE OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDL

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[liuli]

[ p*cky

he reaches for it! bats the top of it gently at first, almost like he misgrabs, before he properly pops the top off. ]

And you always do. [ ... ] What is this. [ it smells... chocolatey. ]

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose blinks at him, opens her mouth-- decides not to continue with that line of thought. ]

I believe it's some sort of biscuit?

[liuli]

Is it any good? [ peers into the depth of the pocky box.... ]

[femmefinale]

It's... not very fresh, but it does have a charming sort of taste to it.

[liuli]

Charming seems like a word people would use for 'odd'.

[ plucking one out though. oya? he gives it a wiggle. ] It looks like a chopstick.

[femmefinale]

A... chopstick?

[ Listen, she has no idea what a chopstick is. ]

[liuli]

[ .... ]

Really...? Here. Let me see. [ he will reach in there and grab two pocky sticks, and hold them as you would two chopsticks.

clicks them together. ] You use them to eat food, like this? [ making a shovel motion... ] Childe has a pair of wedding ones, for some bizarre reason.

[femmefinale]

[ She takes two sticks herself, studying the motion before trying it herself. They slip out of her grip and she grimaces, trying again. ]

You would think he would mention being married.

[liuli]

[ he makes a face. ]

Do you think someone would want to marry him?

[femmefinale]

I can certainly think of worse options.

[ Congrats, Childe, you are not the lowest of the low on Primrose's list of prospects I guess. ]