Soul Sister Quest!

This quest will continue from http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1360423/ , which was like three months ago so I'll be pretty surprised someone actually remembers this.

In case you don't want to read that, here's the sinopsis:

Guy is rampaging autismo, goes to school, argues with imaginary ara-ara, does shit, drawfag tomboy offers to train him at normal life instead of beating the everliving shit out of him. Then quickly regrets it, but is blackmailed by one of her friends into fixing your shit for cash.

I'll start this up in like two or three hours.

You open your eyes to the opening of Evangelion at full volume; the sweat is still
there. Of course, that was a dream, and it's oh so fucking cool having foreboding dreams.
Smirking, you wonder what could it mean, as you reach out for the cellphone over the light
table and turn off the alarm.

"Sa-un-goku, watashi no tensei," you mumble under your breath as you rest your head on the
pillow.

When you close your eyes, there's a clear, soft light amidst the darkness. Pajamas, blonde
hair, tall; it's looking at you scoldingly. Grumbling, you turn your head around over the
pillow, but it's no use; Snack's image is fixed in front of your eyes.

"Ffffffiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine," you say as you open your eyes to the exact same image that, this time, is
surrounded by reality.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Under a gloomy, gray rain, you find yourself on a sidewalk walking among your classmates.
Though it's a small walk to school you can already feel the drizzle gently washing your
face. Umbrellas start sprouting like flowers around you. Looking around out of sheer
boredom (you usually play the PSP on these walks, and bump with people) you spot, some
guys behind you, the horned girl is under Romina's red and black umbrella, both stacked
against each other. It seems as tall as any of them. One smiles warmly, as the other subtly
scowls at fate. You flinch just a bit as Ado walks by your side, the massive, kid-faced
blonde Adonis simply pushing his way though everyone else. Yet your face warps as you find
Mina struggling to follow him from behind, grumbling something under her breath and the
gray sky as yours runs out while you stare at her. "So beautiful", you think. "So moe".

They are soon out of your sight, except for Ado's head and long hair sprouting over the
people... and then,

"oh FUCK"

it starts raining. All at once. As if the tears of the bullied bald guys came back for revenge,
all those guys who had their nape licked and their heads caressed by total strangers.

Lucky you, Snacks won the argument this morning and had you bring your umbrella. You
open it up, eagerly; the legs and panties of 2D cutie spread over you as if you were right
under her skirt.

But it seems not everyone was so lucky. Trish calmly endures the rain outside the sidewalk,
as Valery fumbles and curses out loud as she tries, to no avail, to pull down her reversed
umbrella.

Not only her. That weird, tall girl that seems /way/ too calm all the time is dancing her way
under the rain on just a white top tank. Priscilla spreads both arms of her slender, strong body
towards the sky. You wonder if she gives the first tenth of a fuck about what people think of
her.

And lastly, but not lostly (whatever that means), there's Ado. Neither him nor Mina
have an umbrella, but Mina has the whole class behind her so she's pretty much
drowning under umbrellas.

And Snacks is under yours. Which means, as she clearly states with a gentle glare, that
there's room for one more.

>Go help Trish, the girl-dude-whatever that's actually trying to save you from autism.
>Go help Priscila, who had supposedly set up a date for you even though you just know there's no way that can be true.
>Go help Ado, the guy who seems to be the best friend of the woman of your dreams. Even though he's an asshole.
>Do something else (like what?)

>>1670127
>Go help Trish, the girl-dude-whatever that's actually trying to save you from autism.

if she refuses (probably going to happen)

>Go help Priscila, who had supposedly set up a date for you even though you just know there's no way that can be true.

also, remember to smile, no matter what

>>1669628
>which was like three months ago so I'll be pretty surprised someone actually remembers this.
Huh. I'm surprised you didn't die.

>>1670134
Support, looks good.
>also, remember to smile, no matter what
>no matter what
I can imagine the autism when he takes that literally.

>Go help Trish, the girl-dude-whatever that's actually trying to save you from autism.

While lovy-lovy stuff is tempting, full-blown autismo clearly takes priority. Snack's little grin
seems to approve of your choice, as you head towards the less and most social girls in school.
You notice some people peeping under your cool umbrella. Whispers are felt even under the
rain, even as it punishes your small skirt-roof.

Valery is the first one to notice you. She smiles widely, even if for a tiny second she seemed
shocked. Floating next to you, Snacks smiles as well while pointing at her mouth. You return
Valery's smile with a big one of your own, baring all of your teeth so much your lips hurt,
as you walk up to Trish. Who only just notices you as the umbrella looms over her head.

Trish looks up, then freezes for just one second. She then turns to look at you fully,
clearly grimacing. You just keep on smiling /hard/.

"Thanks but no thanks, I like the rain," she says, and quickly walks away. Trish must be in
a hurry to get to school, so you match her speed to keep shielding her dumb head from
the piercing rain. She walks faster and faster, and you walk fast and fast until Trish stops at
once, you trip on her leg and fall. You are about to apologize/complain/or whatever until, as you
rise, you notice the way she's looking at you from above:

As if you were shit.

Trish walks over you and keeps on walking, not even turning around to look. The one that helps
you back on your feet, you notice with a glance, is her friend.

"Alright... here-we-go!" Valery says, her head under your arm. She's... stronger than she
looks. Once you are both on your feet, she begins gesturing wildly as she usually does
when she talks. "It looks bad, but it isn't bad," the blonde starts, her face a bit too old for her
body, "at least not that bad. Leave this one to me, alright?" Valery winks at you before rushing
behind her friend. As you watch her vanish into the crowd, you can't help but realize you just
touched her boob with your elbow. It makes you smile widely again.

Right next to you, Snacks sighs. A student walks right across her, their bodies merging for
just a brief moment.

Snacks turns to you and caresses your cheek; you actually feel it. "Good job!" she says,
nodding.

>Go help Priscila, who had supposedly set up a date for you even though you just know there's no way that can be true.

(Cont!)

Priscila, you are certain, is absolutely unable to care about what other people think. You too, of
course, don't care either, but she's... dancing under the rain. As you are about to offer her
your umbrella, you opt to just stop and watch. After all, there's an interesting phenomenon
going on. Sometimes, someone walking near her will twirl or do a little jump, or spin when she
does. And when she lifts her arms towards the sky, a lot of people follow, people she isn't
looking at. There are giggles all around her, of course, but when Priscila ends her spin with a
stretched arm towards the bulk, another grabs it from the inside and, soon, she's dancing under
the rain with another girl who laughs.

Looking at her, try as you might, you can't shake the feeling that you aren't really there. As
if you were watching a recording from ten months ago, from the other side of the monitor.

You look at your umbrella; maybe she likes the rain? Maybe you should dance, too?

Yet your chances are culled as, after another spin, she stops right in your direction. Once
your eyes meet, her mouth twists again to her usual dead grin. As she walks up to you, all the
people that were looking at her are now looking at you.

...She offers you a hand. You blink, just a few times over to make sure. Then you look around,
at the people looking at you, and at Snacks who's just as frozen as you are.

And, when you look back, the hand and dead grin are still there under the wet, gray sky like
concrete.

>Take the hand.
>This is a trap.

Guys, I'm going for a walk, brb! My ass hurts.

>>1670436
>This is a trap

Give her our umbrella, even if she's probably going to break it or to throw it away. Mybe it's better if we dont smile this time.

>>1673313
Supporting

>>1673313

Then you look at the umbrella, think it over... and push its handle against Priscila's slender
hand. You wrap her fingers against it with your own hand, as she stares at you quizzically, no
grin anymore. And you aren't smiling, either.

Your back feels wet while darts of cold rain threaten to shred it, as Priscila shields herself
under the umbrella. You chuckle. It's... a bit besides the point, now that you actually think
about it.

"Thank you," she says, and dances away under the umbrella, switching it from hand to hand.

You sigh. "That was close."

"What was?" Snacks asks, her face peeping from the crowd at your left.

You smirk way too sharply. "The trap, duh!" you say towards the crowd. Most of them look at
you weird and start looking at each other as you walk away.

Behind you, Snacks sighs. It's... not that bad of a sigh, you think, if you had to classify that
sigh. At least it's not like that time your mother sighed because you ran straight into a bully at
full mega Sanic-Speed and broke your jaw. Nobody fucks with a hedgehog.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o--o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o--o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Man I'm fucking WET!" Ado states, surrounded by his peers in the classroom, as most people
sit over their desktops because the floor is flooded. "DUDE, why am I so fucking wet?!"

These desktops have their chairs stuck to them, so, for you, sitting as usual is easy, even though
the water almost buries your knees. It doesn't bother you in the least. After all, you sucked in
all that rain already after Priscila took your umbrella.

You look around. While most struggle to stay over the water, Priscila is gleefully swimming
between her classmates.

"HOW THE FUCK IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING," Trish states, loudly, almost
eagerly, as Valery clings to her back, "THIS IS A SECOND FLOOR!"

"Hey, teacher!," Ado yells, drawing the attention of the massive afro towards him, "Call this off
you FUCK, we can't read like this!"

"Ohnonono, daats a NIGGATIVE." Walker states, Indian-sitting over his desktop in perfect
yoga stance. "Dis be future and good stuff, 'sides y'all niggas neva read anyway. Aight" he
clears his throat, "'Dynamics be'-

A full blown thunder buries his voice under oblivion, rising eyebrows everywhere. Yet he
keeps on talking, scratching the blackboard with his white chalk and black fingers.

"...YEAH, WELL, I'M OUT," Ado states, dives with manly grace, and front crawls his way out
of the classroom.

"YEAH, FUCK THIS SHIT," you hear, from here and there, as more and more people follow Ado
out of the classroom. Yet Walker is oblivious, as he's focused in his attempts to draw a perfect
circle all in one go.

"And dat's how y'all nigga do ma-" once he turns around most familiar faces are gone.

(cont!)

There are some exceptions, of course. Snacks, Romina, that cold-hearted girl, Mina, the beret
over silver hair, and you. There's also Priscila, swimming around as she pleases, and the black
guy that's always doing bench-presses in his machine at the very back of the classroom. It's
the hulk that everybody calls 'Snacks' now, he's struggling to breathe since only his face
manages to peek from the water. Yet, he lifts in stride, the water filling his mouth as he groans.

Seem's you've got a few choices.

>Talk to Romina/Horned.
>Talk to Mina.
>Try and catch Priscila.
>Talk to silver hair.
>asdasdasd to Snacks.
>asdasdasd to 'Snacks'
>Head out.

>>1674104
>>asdasdasd to 'Snacks'

>>1674122
This

>>1674104
>asdasdasd to Snacks.

>>1674122
>>1674343

You glance towards the window that points outside. Between the fog, the small white dots,
and the ten thousand little drums, it's quite notorious just how strong this rain is going.
Calmly, the water creeps over your ankles.

As everyone floats and Priscila swims around, you turn to look at the other Snacks. You gasp.
His face, previously peeping from under the water, is now nowhere to be seen under the cold
blanket. But the bar... the bar still goes up and down, splashing against the water at every
repetition. Worried, you rush towards it, struggling to raise your legs under the water. As
soon as you reach it, you scream at the sudden black hair that spawned from the depths,
swallowing too much air at once.

"M-MAN," you ask, startled, "ARE YOU OK?"

'Snacks's head turns to you, a pearly white smile plastered over his face. "Yeah."

"Weren't you drowning?" you ask.

"I had to finish my workout!" it claims, happy. "You want a turn, man?"

You look at the sunken machine, the bar barely over the water.

"I'M NOT A SUPERFICIAL MAN," you state, /very/ worried, "IT'S THE INSIDE THAT
COUNTS."

A massive bicep spawns from below, dragging a small waterfall with it. 'Snacks' stares at it, like
a father as his son learns baseball. "Yeah," he says.

"Um, professor?" Romina asks, lifting a hand. "I think we could catch a cold like this."

Walker sighs loudly, but this time, he allows himself to take a /good/ look around. "Fine," he
finally admits, "go be lil biches. But you boys betta not come bitchin when you work twelve
hour a day. Aight?"

(Cont!)

Suddenly, walking across the aisle gets a lot easier as the water is slowly drained from under
your waist. You find to that the current drags you in a specific direction, and following out of
curiosity nets you an interesting event. A steel beam being smashed repeatedly against the
bottom of the corner of a wall, held by both Ado and Trish, the hole sucking all the water into it.

The hole, Ado, Trish, and the steel beam, however, seem further by the second. That, you
assume with confidence, must be because Priscila is dragging you by hand away from the
scene, towards destinies unknown. Which means, you think as people turn to look, that
you are holding hands with a girl. Or, at least, that a girl is holding yours. Either way is nice
and you just let it happen with a toothy grin on your face, wondering if this counts as having
sex.

Your fantasy is cut short as you find the same hand that held yours shoving your back into a
room. You only manage to catch a glimpse of Priscila's dead grin and stare as you turn to
look, right as the door is closed in front of you.

...You turn to look at the room again. It's the deserted Botanic's classroom that the big boys
use to play "Human Beyblade" after class. And what you thought that was a slim looking, very
goth-looking girl in a black and crimson outfit is, in fact, nothing less than that.

The girl simply stares at you from across the classroom, which only has a few trashed,
upside-down desks over its slippery floor.

...This is definitively a trap.

>RUN AWAY
>RUN AWAY
>RUN AWAY
>RUN AWAY
>Write in?

>>1674991
>Write in?

Ask Snacks what to do. Smile at the girl and tip our fedora

"Can I offer you a Snacks in these trying times?" you think to yourself, and Snacks
instantly catches up to your thoughts. Which manifests in her turning to stare at you, tilting
her head.

Which makes you just a little bit impatient. "What do I do?!" you ask, shaking your claws
towards your face. "There's a girl over there!" You point at the alien object, without looking.

Snacks glance longly at her, then glances back at you. "Talk to her?" Then smiles widely,
her eyes closed as always.

"PFF, as if that was that easy!" You grumble loudly, then spin your head away just like your
animes do, in order to convey that you feel annoyed.

...Slowly, though, you turn to look at the gothic girl. Black hair, skin too white, a crimson ribbon
over her head... wait, a ribbon? But that ruins the whole thing!

Her eyes are slightly frowning at you. OH GOD, WHAT COULD THAT MEAN? Maybe sex?

OR IS THIS A TRAP?

No. You, Emil, won't be fooled!

Regardless, you smile at the girl. You smile so hard, it feels like the teeth in the back are ç
about to pop over your lips. It makes you feel like a spy in those Hollywood movies. You'd tip
your fedora if you had it.

>RUN AWAY
>RUN AWAY
>RUN AWAY
>TALK TO A GIRL
>Write in?

>>1675372
>Write in

Let's wait for her to talk. If she doesent

>TALK TO A GIRL

>>1676674

And like a gunslinger in one of those western flicks, you'll let her draw her gun first. You won't
be the first one to talk; it's not your fault that you are here.

...Yet your lips are falling asleep as you bare all your teeth at her, focused on keeping that smile
as if it was a shield. It's just one more moment, though. Just one more mine. Just one more
second-

>TALK TO A GIRL

"D YO LAIK YURRI R YAOI?" you blurt out loudly, your mouth completely cramped.

"W-WHAT?" the girl finally, finally replies, lifting both shaking fists in a defiant manner. Her voice
has a high pitch, but it's rythmic. It makes you think of a teacher trying to remain calm as she
explains why the school is good to a smoking guy in his twenties. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" And
failing.

"HMMAMAGABA HHMAABGABBA," you retort head-on, as blood rushes back into your lips.

Talking to a girl, and at a time such as this... it won't be easy. You notice the goth girl hesitate,
but, after what seems like a mental argument manifested only by nodding, she does take one
step towards you. And another. And another. AND ANOTHER.

...Your first balls up. She's getting near. Your teeth shake, your breathing gets faster.

Only once she's barely five feet away from you does she stop to take a deep breath. It goes on,
too, as if she was trying to suck up on a wandering good idea.

"HI!" she shouts, flinching with her eyes closed. The goth girl looks at the floor, then, and you
realize her clothes are way more complex than you could see at a distance.

T-this girl... What's going on?!

>"HI!"
>Hit her.
>Run away.

>>1676726
>"HI!"

>>1677332

"A failed anime". That's what comes to mind as you stare at the girl fidgeting with her fingers, in
a way that's not subtle or gentle. As if she was trying to show you.

You take a deep, loud breath of your own. "HI," you release.

Suddenly, the weird girl gives you a steady look that instantly makes you wonder if she's mad at
you.

"You must be wondering..." she says, and wanders away from you mid sentence.

This time it's you that's staring wide eyed at the scene... and it feels /off/. The goth girl,
whatever her name is, is walking around in circles, loudly whispering to herself,

"...this is... maybe you are..."

as if she's rehearsing. When she comes around you notice her eyes are fixed on the ceiling,
words flowing non-stop from her mouth.

...It's a cute mouth, though. Wait, what the fuck is goin-

"HI, I'M LUMINA," she shouts, turning at you at once, arms spread to the side and eyes shut
tight, "NICE TO MEET YOU, DO YOU GIRLFRIEND WANT WHAT IS.... FUCK!"

Lumina rips the ribbon from her head and smashes it into the floor, before stomping it at
full force as you cower in fear. Snacks stares at the girl with her eyes open... but she's quick to
squint and smile at you.

Snacks nods. You take that as a cue.

>"HI, I'M EMIL, I LIKE THE ANIMES. SEX?!? FUCK?!?!?"
>"ARE YOU AN ANIME?"
>Simply, quietly, walk away.

>>1677773
>"ARE YOU AN ANIME?"

>>1677773
Also, we need to teach Trish a lesson sooner or later

>>1677773
>"ARE YOU AN ANIME?"

>>1679221

Wide eyes, cool super clothes with plenty of details, super-powers, moe... yet, she's real.
2D. In the here and now. Something feels really /off/ as she stops over that ribbon.

"ARE YOU AN ANIME?!" You ask the girl, loud and clear.

Lumina stops at once. "NO!" she says between gasps, her shoulders slightly going up and down
as she /scowls/ at you.

"SO YOU CAN'T FLY, THEN," you assume, nodding to yourself. This is odd. It's like being in
front of your PC and at school at the same time.

"EMIL!" Lumina shouts, walking up to you as if you were about to get your shit very slapped.
"DON'T BE SCARED!"

"OK," you babble.

"Emil," Lumina says, closing her eyes, "I'm not good at this. Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"Amy Rose is my waifu," you state, smiling.

"W-what? Did I wait for too long?" Lumina's back to finger-fidgetting and stuttering- but it's over
soon, her eyes shut tight. "Then leave her for me! Betray your waifu! NTR!"

"NE-" Your flow is mentally cut short by Snacks. You turn to look at the being of light; she's
waging her index finger left and right.

Your inner world swallows you. Last time this happened, you were about to tell your trucker
uncle what a loli was, right in front of her four-years old daughter.

Maybe this is important.

"W-what do you want me to leave Amy for?!" you say, trying to spawn that big blue sweatball
on the side of your face, and wondering if it's working. "What is going on?"

"Sorry," Lumina says, dejectedly. "This-this happens all the time to me. Maybe just... forget
it."

She's turning around. Snacks spawns a massive, cartoon-comical arrow sign out of
nowhere, and points it at Lumina from over her head.

It says. "DO SOMETHING!"

>Do what?!

>>1680811
I'VE BEEN WAITING DANG IT.
WAITING FOR YOUR RETURN!!
Catch up to her, walk beside her and ask if she would like to watch some anime tv sometime.

>>1682092
And don't drop all our spaghetti at once, we need some for later.

>>1682092
This

>>1682092

"Something" is not exactly a valid algorithm. Snacks should better damn well. That, like
Ms.What The Fuck here, you aren't good at this either.

But, hey. Anything could be something.

"WAIT!" you shout a bit too over the line, making Lumina turn as you walk up to her.
"ANIME WATCH TV LIKE WOULD ASK HER IF" Fuck.

"No, that's not the point!" She yells without force, tapping her feet impatiently. "Emil?" her
voice wavers, suddenly becoming sweet. "We need somewhere to start. Nobody will put up
with us, and nobody will ever tell us whats wrong with us. And if they try, they won't get it
right. They don't get us."

The weird, pale girl in black goth clothes kneels to grab her dirty, crimson ribbon. She does not
stand again until she had made perfectly sure it's evenly balanced at the side of her head.

"It's going to be very rough," she goes and you catch a hint of determination in her voice, "but if
you become my boyfriend, we could get some practice. We could see how it works." Lumina
shakes her head. "I don't... really understand."

Your mind is trying to link the words with something else, anything else, maybe body
languague you don't understand. The trap. The trap is there. This is the kind of thing that
happens in animes, after all, and you haven't even saved the world yet.

You turn to Snacks. Your ghost seems to be pondering, muttering "hmm" under her breath
every now and then.

You flinch as if someone had splashed cold water all over your face. "W-what?!"

(Cont!)

"Emil, listen to me," she goes on and, as she gestures too much with her hands, you notice
she's wearing soft, white gloves. "I can't do this the normal way, and I think you can't either. If
we-"

"BUT WHAT ABOUT-"

"If I stop talking now, I'll freeze," Lumina warns from a small, cold grin. "I seek your cooperation
in an entirely bussiness-like-way! Partnership! You help me, I help you, we both learn how
love works! I-I'm not asking you to love me," she looks away, wide eyed, "but, if we can put
up with each other, we can test this out, we can learn this system..."

The sudden force in her voice, you think, makes a powerful contrast with the trashed
desks around, cold air, tilted blackboard, and heavy wet stains on the walls.

"SO!"

"ASHDJADHAAA!"

"What do you say!?" she shouts, relentlessly.

But... where's the time to think this over?!

>"WHAT?"
>"EH OK"
>"EH YOU WEIRD"
>EH WRITE IN

>>1683141
>>EH WRITE IN
Stutter and make uncomprehensible noises.
Face palm.
Jive thumbs up.

>>1683168
This

>>1683168

From the depths of your being, the answer comes in sweat. It's not an answer you /get/,
but it flows. You let it guide you.

Your mouth opens. Closes. You wink, then shrug, then smile, then open your mouth wide
in pure joy but stop there letting drool flow. Lumina's rigid, burning determination falters in
front of the hurricane of faces and gestures that spawn from the very core of your being. Her
eyebrows slowly rise as you smash the palm of your hand against your cheek, and keep it there
while slowly lifting a balled up fist.

It ends in a thumbs up.

From the only eye you could, you notice her eyes cleanly getting wide and brighter, as a
slow gasp leaves her chest.

"R-really? Ok? Is that what you mean? Is 'OK' what you mean?!" Lumina desperately inquires,
bending forward towards you as her legs shake slightly.

You nod.

Lumina freezes.

"Fo-for real?" she asks, softly.

You nod, again. She walks up to you, and she's /WAY/ too close.

"Do you PROMISE?" she finally asks, her breath hitting your face as her glare shines over
you.

>"YEAH"
>"JK LOL"
>"BUT WHERE DO I PUT PENIS?"

>>1683205
>>"YEAH"

>>1683205
>"YEAH"

>>1683214
>>1683218

You just spit it. "YEAH".

"That's not how you promise," Lumina says in confusion, as she takes one step away from
you. She's a whole head shorter than you, which makes her a 2D overgrown goth loli with
a ribbon. Too bad she's not wearing a hijab.

Lumina stretches a hand towards you. "This is how you seal a deal. You seal hands. After you
do this, you can't back down anymore."

"Duuuh, but I can!" you say with a shit-eating grin.

"You are not supposed to!" She warns sharply, her usual scolding glare piercing through you.
"Bad things happen if you break a promise. Nobody will believe you anymore!"

"IS THIS HOW GIRLFRIEND IS MADE"

"YES," Lumina nods hard, then fixes her stare on you. Of /course/, her eyes are red.

"OOH."

You stop to look away. There's still something that's really bothering you.

"...BUT WHERE DO I PUT PENIS?" you ask with serious concern.

"UH?! I DON'T KNOW," Lumina's eyes wander up as if looking for clues inside her brain. "You
mean tentacles?"

"No."

She stops, then nods. "Let's ask Pris, then".

"HUH" you blurt out, then nod as well.

...She just stays there, staring at you. Finally, she shakes the stretched hand, squinting her
eyes at you just a bit more. You look at the hand, then at Snacks- your phantom seems to
be squinting as well-

-which is extremely odd for her.

>Shake the hand.
>Don't shake the hand.

>>1683257
>>Shake the hand.
Might as well, another chance might never be had.

>>1683257
>Shake the hand.

>>1683273
>>1683305

Fuck it. This can't be as bad as dying a virgin.

You shake the hand.

And shake it.

And shake it.

...And shake it.

"When do we stop this?" you ask Lumina, staring at her hand as it goes up and down
inside yours.

"We don't," she answers. "This is hand-holding."

"Oh!"

Hands still shaking, you both simply stare at them in silence. You study the interaction
intently; after all, this was all over your mangas.

"BUT WHERE ARE THE SPARKLES?" you ask after a while.

"Are my cheeks red?" Lumina asks.

"No."

"HMM..."

"HMM...!"

STILL SHAKING HANDS, you both, unanimously, head towards the door.

"Asuka or Rei?" you ask.

"Fuck Rei," she replies.

"B-but in which way?!"

Lumina puffs a cheek and, for the first time, it actually seems kind of cute. "She's dead
inside."

-o-o-o--o-o-o-o-o-o--o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o--o-o

"You can stop shaking hands," Priscila states softly, not a hint of either approval or rejection
hidden in her voice.

Hands stop shaking. It seems Trish and Ado did a fine job with that hole. What was a river is
now a slim, humble blanked of water splitting against your shoes, heading straight for the
missing wall. The only downside, however, is that the aisle is now cold as fuck.

Which is where you are now. Talking with the tallest girl ever with the longest hair as she
leans against the wall on her feet.

"Priscila, where does penis goes?" You ask your voice strong and perfectly clear.

"Ooooooh. I wouldn't worry about that yet," she replies, unreadable as usual. Her 'Ooooooh' is
always so dead as if she was feigning surprise either to mock or to show approval to a full
blown retard pulling a magic trick. Priscila looks at Lumina, then at you. Her gaze softens, it's
kind of alluring. "Just talk. That will do."

"Only that?" Lumina asks, almost worried. "But we'll never get anywhere like that!"

Priscila nods, slowly. "Just talk." She looks away for a while, both you and your /girlfriend/
share a confused glance. "Yes. That will do." Priscila nods, again.

"Hmp," Lumina looks away. "I'll do my own research."

"That didn't get you far, so far," Priscila points out, looking at the girl with a dead grin and
soothing blue eyes.

"It got me a boyfriend."

"I got you a boyfriend."

"So why don't you get one?!"

"I like me," Priscila says and, for the first time, you catch a little glint of glee in her voice.

Lumina says something but, without any warning, Priscila simply pushes her from the
wall and walks away towards a bigger world. You ponder about random things as she
vanishes in the stairs.

Lumina sighs. "So what now?"

You turn to Snacks. She's been awfully quiet lately, but you catch a little grin when she
notices you looking at her.

>What now?

>>1683424
Watch t-the anime?
And some form of food substance?

>>1683452
This and also we need to introduce Snacks to Lumina

>>1683452
>>1683497

"First," you declare, drawing a certain awe from Lumina with just that one word, "I must
introduce you to someone very special to me."

The black and crimson girl simply freezes and stares at you.

"A girlfriend?" she asks.

"You can have more than one?!"

"Wasn't that bad?!" Lumina asks, suddenly worried.

It worries you too. Hmm...

But... "Snacks is not my girlfriend," you state, shaking your head.

L:"Who is Snacks?"

E: "Blonde, tall, pajamas, blind, big ball of messy hair!"

L: "Ok. /What/ is Snacks?!"

Wondering, you turn towards the gentle phantom. "What are you?" you say.

Snacks barely opens her mouth, then covers it with a balled up fist as she looks at the gentle
current ignoring her feet. Thinking.

You think about it, too. Snacks used to be no more than fap material, but she became
constant, and then familiar. One day, a hand on your meat, you started talking to her. She
replied. It really freaked you out because she wouldn't go away later either, and you were
scared to death that she started being mean to you because you wouldn't have been able to
stop her.

Snacks was never mean. Quite the opposite, actually; she's your main source of motivation.

And the fact that she isn't an enabler, that she's still able to scold you from time to time... it killed
the one and only senseful theory you had left: that she was a projection meant to boost your
ego.

"I used to get her in threesomes with Amy and Sonic," you start, pondering out loud from the
inner depths, "but I'm not really sure."

"U-uh?! Oh! I get it!" Lumina lifts a finger, sharply. "She's your OC!"

"Hmm, no, that's not it..." you shake your head at Snacks instead of Lumina. "She's right next
to you. You can't see her. Only I can."

Snacks and Lumina turn to look at each other at the same time, the first towering the second
by a whole head and a half and smiling, while Lumina stares straight into her modest breasts.
"I-is that your waifu, then? Is she my enemy?!"

"Naaaah, dun think so," you say, scratching your chin. "She can be a pain in the ass
sometimes, telling me to clean stuff and wake up early and go to school and do not fun stuff."

Lumina simply stops to take all of this information like a sponge, as, barely ten feet
away, Ado and 'Snacks' touch each other's buttcheek in a state of utter concentration.

"Kind of like a soul sister?" Lumina mumbles under her breath.

"What?"

Lumina nods and 'hmms!', firmly. "I'll think about this later! In depth!"

(Cont!)

>>1683876

The rain didn't stop. Or dwindle. Or calm down in a metaphorical or literal way.

It grew stronger, instead. Shitting hail in anger. The water level on the streets almost reached
halfway until the knee, but the biggest factor was the force in which the current pushed
things around. Dogs were getting dragged by it, cats were hanging onto the dogs, buses were
stuck, and Priscila was swimming.across it all. Ado and Trish hugged each other tightly,
praying that the chunk of wall they took from the school would lead them, and Valery, and
Mina, to safe places across the seas were the wheat grows strong and people don't have to
work 12 hours a day.

As for you and your girlfriend? Well... you are in a limo.

"IS THIS A LIMO?" you ask, looking trough the window as, far far away, Valery claws her way
over Trish's back over a long chunk of concrete, soaring through the blue. "IS THIS A LIMO?"

"YES!"

"OH."

Well, that settles it then; this /is/ a limo. Maybe the fact that it's black, very long, sturdy, has a
TV, a PS4, long seats, and a bald guy in a tuxedo driving at the front wasn't enough of a
giveaway.

"Let's eat snacks and watch the good world animes."

"Eat Snacks?"

"Yes," you say, nodding firmly. Lumina raises both eyebrows. "Couples do the same things at
the same time, so we should try that."

"I see!" Lumina blurts out, nodding a bit too fast. "But where?"

"Uh? Where?"

"Your house or mine?" she asks, as Trish and company ride a wave as if surfing across the
tarnished window.

Hmm...

>"Yours!" If she has a limo, a ps4, a 4k, and a bald guy, maybe she has some nice stuff.
Thrilling!
>"Mine!" Not much nice stuff but you get to introduce her to your mother. Comfy!

>>1684003
>>"Yours!" If she has a limo, a ps4, a 4k, and a bald guy, maybe she has some nice stuff.

>>1684999
Besides, might give poor mother a heart attack.

>>1684003
>"Yours!" If she has a limo, a ps4, a 4k, and a bald guy, maybe she has some nice stuff.

>>1684999
>>1685544

"Yours!" you say, hoping she never, ever finds your mother carefully rearranging your doujins.

"Huh?! Why mine?"

You proudly puff your chest. "Because that's where we are going, duuuuuude!"

Lumina pauses.

"Wait, that's right!" she says, actually surprised. "But I never brought a boyfriend home! Are you
sure?"

"Are you a Zoldyck?"

"No?"

"Then duuuh, let's play some PS4!"

You get distracted by the heavy drizzle scratching the window next to you, watching the
small dots of water turn into lines against the wind. Behind it, it's just a dark mess of rain and
thunder. Must be pretty cold outside.

"But," Lumina goes on, both balled up fists raised under her chin, "aren't we going to do
boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?"

"You mean like playing Smash Bros on the same team?"

"Against AI?"

You really consider this deeply. Yeah; that would be very shitty.

"Hey Snacks, where do you wanna go?" you ask the phantom behind Lumina's window
who's meekly flying on par with the limo.

"Well... this is all very rushed," she says, then spins, "but if it's going to happen, I'd rather be
at home. We don't know anything about her family."

"Except that they have money, duuuuh!" you state, excitedly. "I'll finally play Bloodborne!"

"Bloodborne sucks," Lumina adds.

You turn to stare at her... and it's the stare of an honest, hardworking man on your face. A
husband of one, a father of four. All trace of fear, feigned ego, or pain is completely wiped
out from your face.

Yet she holds her pout and stares.

>"We'll play BLOODBORNE, my dear."
>"Nah, yeah, let's go home and play Melee. 1v1, Final Destination."

>>1686105
>>"Nah, yeah, let's go home and play Melee. 1v1, Final Destination."

>>1686105
>"We'll play BLOODBORNE, my dear."

>>1686105
Very nice quest by the way

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>1686505
thankie!
1 >>1686217
2 >>1686501
3 >>"Kiss her"

>>1686575
Was kiss a choice?

>>1686217
Snacks /does/ have a point, you think, with your nose wrinkled. At home, if Lumina tries to
strangle you, at least mom will be there to save you.

Because mom is a scientist!

"Ffffffine!" you look away in disapproval, your eyes closed as your lips twist in disgust. "Let's
go 1v1 at ol' Melee back home."

"Wait!" Lumina says suddenly, her eyes shining under the fancy fluorescent tube. "Isn't this our
first argument?!"

"Uh?!" You gasp. "You are right! What do we do?!"

"I don't know!" Lumina blurts out, looking around almost in despair.

You scratch your head, furrow your eyebrows, scratch your chin. "I really need to ask Trish
about this stuff," you admit, finally.

"Trish? The flat tomboy tsundere?"

"Yeah!"

Lumina "HMMS", longly.

"She's kinda mean to me sometimes," she says, resting her index over her chin, "but
there's that one time she spent five hours getting me out of a hole, after class."

"Trish?" You PFF, as mockingly as possible, while the shining black limo turns around a
corner. Some saliva splashes onto Lumina; she just blinks. "Trish's just a bad girl who acts all
bad, but needs to get her head out of her ass more often! She knows nothing about life!"

Across the rain and window, Snacks gives you her usual soft glare. Yup, you are getting
scolded.

"But she took me out of a hole!" Lumina shouts, hurting your ears... then freezes. "She did say I
owed her a favor."

"Seee?!" You blurt out, wildly empathizing with your arms to the point of almost hitting Lumina
in the ear. "Also, where are holes in school?"

"The older boys... oh, we got here."

Seems someone forgot to give the driver directions.

(Cont!)

Massive. Dark. Gothic.

Lumina's clothes, you glance at them, seemed the result of the usual good old chuunibyou...
but considering the overall structure and shape of the Overlord-tier Dracula castle looming over
you behind a ten-foot steel gate with gargoyles, it might be a family tradition. You had to open the
window and get your head out in order to find the top of the building; your neck hurts and you
regret it. Because, at the very top of the castle, there's the massive sculpture of the top half of
a naked, ultra-fit bald black man stretching her arms towards the skies, as if taunting ten
thousand Shao-Khans in steroids to come at him. Next to it, a small Snacks mimics its pose.

You are drooling. And, of this you are sure, your face must look very stupid right now.

"Emil?" you hear from inside the limo. "What do we do, want to come in? Or do we go to
yours?"

"Nah, let's hit my place," you say, in the single most perfect 'casual dude' voice you'll ever
spawn for the rest of your life. "Mom is making tacos, I think."

You bury your head into the limo, leaving Castlevania to Trevor Belmont, hoping the
vampire slayer has been doing squats.

"So," you ask, still not looking at her, "how come you fell into a hole? Where are the holes,
I mean?"

"Adress!" Lumina yells.

"Eeeeeeh 'Faction Leader White' 324B."

As you noticed, the front seats are hidden by a wide polarized window-wall. Right at the side
of, you notice now, there's this little classy telephone that Lumina picks up.

"Head to 'Faction Leader White' at 324... B? A?"

"B," you add.

"B!"

"Wah," the telephone says.

"There's a beeeee?!" you say, smiling widely with ALL of your teeth.

"What?! A bee?!" Lumina looks around, frantically- and actually shocked.

"HAHAHAHAHA," you laugh loudly, as she desperately looks around.

Suddenly, she latches on to you, pressing her body against yours. "Help me! I'm allergic to
bees!" she seems to scream, her voice muffled as her head is buried into your shoulder.

"Haha, silly Lumina," you say, as the limo starts moving, "there are no 'B's in 'limo'."

From behind the window, Snacks covers her mouth with four fingers.

(Cont!)

>>1686845
At least we're autismoing together.

The limo slides gracefully across the endless branch of rivers, splashing water towards a bald
guy with an umbrella. You never hear him shout.

"There's this game the older boys play," Lumina says, still holding onto your arm-and shooting
glances around. "They grab another guy's legs and put him upside-down, with the head
pointing towards the floor. It's played in teams of two. The time limit varies, but the winning
team is the one that dug the deepest hole when the clock ticks. The loser team gets their butt
slapped really hard!"

"But how do they dig?"

"Smashing the other guy's head against the floor over and over. Anyway, they left a very
deep hole, and I couldn't get out. Trish was there, but she couldn't reach me, and she found
me right after everyone had left."

"So how did you get you out?" You ask, your mouth gaping.

Lumina looks at one side, and then to the other, only to rest her head against your shoulder
again. "It took her a while, but she flooded the hole with sodas from the vending machines."

You puff a cheek. "Couldn't Trish just grab a ladder of something?"

"No!" Lumina yells, startling you. "All the ladders were used to lock the principal inside
her office, so she couldn't take even one of them. She tried asking around, and then she
tried taking me out through a steel pipe, but I'm really weak and couldn't stop letting it go... so I
ended up swimming in soda."

"Hmp," you spit. So much doesn't fit that story, you think as the same bald guy gets splashed
over again at a different place. "Whatever."

Lumina blinks. "You don't like Trish?"

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnope!"

Lumina nods. "I do. Sexually. I'd love if she grew a penis and had her way with me while I
cry."

Snacks's eyes and mouth are wide open, but you just "hmp" again.

"She might have one," you say, dejectedly. "I hate her. She's so full of herself!"

"Emil," and she's not looking at you, her black hair flowing over your arm, "is this your castle?"

You push her a bit bluntly to the side, peeking through the window. Then smile.

"Yeah, this is HOME, baby!"

"Wow," a sharp, lively voice says behind you, "do you like going back home?"

"It's the best part of the day," you say as the door opens, letting you step into the white fog
and cold rain, "and it's just about to start!"

Lumina says something to the speaker, then steps out of the limo behind you. Soon, it's
soaring away, splashing a full wave of dirty water over a very familiar guy with a baldie.

(Cont!)

I'm pausing until I get my shit together with my studies! Might take a while, so go have fun somewhere else.

>>1686933
NEVER
I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE

>>1686942
Are you Module Anon? =O

>>1686975
No, but I was here for the first soul sister.
A while back.
First for me anyways

>>1686933
Save it on supqst, I will be waiting for your return

>>1686984
No need, I'm on vacations so I'll be posting constantly.
>>1686982
3 months is a lot now that I think of it!

Anyway, bnotsorb

You are instantly surprised by a very big red and crimson umbrella, as you get out of the
care and spread your own. Lumina takes a bit too much to her side as you stare at Romina
and the horned girl, one chatting very eagerly as the other listens... well, maybe a bit eagerly.

Hmm...

>Head straight home.
>Chat the duo.

>>1687913
>>Head straight home.
Give the duo enough room so you don't make them feel awkward.

WRITAN SOON!

>>1689732
YUS

>>1687934
Nnnnope. Not gonna be social. Lumina enough is starting to wear on you despite the novelty,
so that a N-

"Emil! Hello!" Cheerfully, Romina waves at you from under her umbrella; plenty of space there
given how huge it is.

"That girl is calling you," both Lumina and Snacks point out from each of your ears.

You sigh in silence, then turn to deal with the walking contrast. Walking up to them is a bit
harder with Lumina clutched to your arm, as your steps are big and hers are small. Romina
seems to shrink a bit as you draw near, but she holds her ground out of pure radiant power.

You just stand in front of her with a half a pout, as if you were called to the principal's to explain
why you always run at the hallways.

Romina's mouth gapes a bit, but she then smiles. "Did you just come here no a
limousine?"

"Yuuuuuup," you say, as you draw your colloquial silver watch and look at it.

"That's so nice, what a change!" Romina says, laughing lowly while slightly tilting left and right.
"Is it, um, yours?"

"That's mine," Lumina points out, actually pointing at the direction the limo went.

You notice the horned girl looking at you... then look away.

"Oh, I see! It's so pretty!" Romina says, still looking at where the limo went.

And Lumina doesn't even budge. "It is."

Romina's lips twist into a smile, but then she says nothing. You find yourself focusing on the
sound of raindrops clashing against your skirt-brella, trying to catch a rhythm.

"What are you doing here?" Lumina asks, directly.

"Oh, I just... live here," Romina says, sweetly yet carefully, looking away as she flinches a
bit.

"WHAT?!" You blurt out, forgetting the rain. "You live at Faction Leader White too?!"

"Hmhm!" Romina points at the lower half of the two-story duplex right next... to your house.

"It looks pretty," Lumina says, her face and voice blank.

"...but how long have you been here?!" You ask, staring at the building dumb-folded.

"I... I was born here, haha!" Romina's voice sounds actually happy, even her laugh as she
gets a hand behind her nape. Unlike Trish, her blonde hair is very bright. "I have so many good
memories of this little place."

...You just keep staring, nose wrinkled and mouth weirdly twisted.

"B-b-but how come I never saw you?!" You ask, turning at once towards her (which makes her
flinch). "You could have been the childhood friend of my harem!"

This... actually gets the horned girl's cheeks to almost blow. And even though her face seems
as deadly serious as usual, she does seem to be struggling as everyone looks at her.

After a while, she wins. "Forgive me," the horned girl says. "I was thinking of something
else. It was very funny." She glances at Romina. "Shall we?"

Romina nods then tilts her head at you with her usual warm smile. "Come visit soon! There's always
time to make friends!"

"I will," Lumina says in a dead tone, right before grabbing your arm and leading you out.

(Cont!)

"TADAIMA!"

Your voice humbly echoes across from the open door, from where the only light spreads
into the house. Shortly after stepping in you realize that's not entirely true; there's a candle
over the little table with your older sister picture. And another next to the bathroom. And another.

"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII," the house feeds back a loud greeting, bearing more heat than power.
Pouting, you fumble around for the light switch at the wall, pushing it back and forth once you
find it. As you grumble a short woman spawns from the darkness, only a flickering candle
lighting up her short blue hair, bouncing against her red eyes.

"MOOOOOOM, THERE'S NO LIGHT!" You state, crossing both arms over your chest, as if
there was anything she could do.

Your mother opens her mouth, and it's left hanging as she notices the girl next to you.
"DEAR! Who's that next to you?" It's surprising how easy her face can twist into happy-puppy
mode. Rushing to Lumina, she ignores you completely. "HI! I'm Emil's mom, Heather!
Come in, come in!"

Her rushing killed the flame of her candle, but you make no comments as she simply grabs
another and gleefully leads Lumina into the kitchen with a hand behind her back. Your
girlfriend meekly lets it happen, calmly looking around for pictures and furniture.

"I'll make some tea!" you hear right as you step into the kitchen, as a thunder booms
somewhere else. Lumina is already sitting by the main wood wall, and as you are about to sit
in front of the TV she grabs your hand and leads your ass next to hers.

The table is then lovingly filled by a tray of assorted cookies, two cups of tea, a little
candle, and a small cup of sugar with a spoon in case anyone has a sweet tooth.

"Are you friends with Emil? Did you come to study? Do you want honey? I got some in the
fridge!" Heather asks in a volley with a blissful, static smile.

"Thank you," Lumina says, her voice a bit too calm. "I'm Emil's girlfriend, Lumina. It's a
pleasure to meet you."

...You notice, with a bit of concern, the slow-yet steady process of your mother's face lightening
up, from happy little grin to a full-blown contortion of utter extasis.

"W-WHAT?!" she blurts out loudly, making both you and Lumina squint your eyes against the
wind. "B-b-bu... just look at how PRETTY she is!! AAAAAAAA!!" She pounces to hug and
wave Lumina around, who, again, simply lets it happen. Perhaps suddenly realizing what she's
doing, your mother stops at once and sets Lumina free into this land. "Wait! Let me get
some tea!"

It took your mother less than five seconds to grab a cup, get some tea, put some sugar
inside, sitting, and brutally shake a spoon inside of it.

"So, HOW? WHEN? Tell me tell me tell me tell me!" You know your mother is barely holding
the joy at bay, and that it isn't easy for her.

Yet, maaaaaaaaaaan... this is so embarrasing!!

Wait... Lumina just tapped your leg.

>Tell her the truth about it.
>Let Lumina talk.

>>1691102
>>Let Lumina talk.

>>1691102
>Let Lumina talk

Also, ask Lumina if something is wrong since she's not doing anything autistic anymore

>>1691442
>>1693069

Hmm... maybe she likes your leg? Your legs are awesome. So strong. So /fit/.

"Well...." Lumina grins and rolls her eyes. "You see, Emil used to be pretty mean to me. Wait. I
was mean, too." She giggles at the very evident scolding pout your mother shot at you. "It's
quite funny, now that I think of it. It was as if we would never, ever reach a truce. Or an
agreement. Or anything! It was pure bullying all the time! I ended wasting a lot of time thinking
up ways to get back at him..." Staring at the table, Lumina smiles widely. "And it really
started to matter."

"So my son is a BULLY." Hands on her waist, your mother glares at you. Yet, as usual, the
effect is lost because of how funny she looks.

>"NO I'M NOT!"
>"WELL..."

>>1693271
>"NO I'M NOT!"

>>1693271
>>"WELL..."
Lay down on floor.
Sigh
Enjoy the cool floor.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

AIGHT, dice time!
1: >>1693369
2: >>1694114
3: "She's just part of my harem".

>>1694134
>3: "She's just part of my harem".
Never showing us the good choices.

"PFF," you puff a cheek, "NO I'M NOT!"

"Yes," Lumina says, winking at you. "Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"So what happened then?!" asks your mother, completely unaware of your pleas of innocence.

Lumina rolls her eyes again. "This one time, he took a chocolate bar straight from my hand and
took a bite in front of my face. And was looking STRAIGHT at me. I wanted to punch him in the
face."

"HUH," Heather says, glaring at you somewhat tenderly.

"And I've been wanting to get back at him so hard...so I took the chance," Lumina resumes,
"and wept." She giggles. Hard. "The thing is, I may have overdone it because some guys got
up to Emil and they were saying things like 'what is wrong with you!' and stuff like that. He
just... walked past them up to me, kissed me in front of everyone, and left the chocolate in my
mouth."

Your mother gasps as she covers her mouth with a hand. "W-WHAAT! OH MY GOD!"

"I don't like chocolate," you state, confused.

"Everyone was so shocked," Lumina says as she laughs, "that they just.... let him walk away.
You son just kept on poking at me later on, but I... didn't know what to do! It was so strange!
Then, well, there was this other boy..." Lumina does the anime finger-fidgeting thing as if she
was trying to show it to your mother...

Who nods. Hard. "And? AND? What happened?!"

Lumina looks around, blushing a bit but still giggling. "I don't know If I should say that!"

"WANT MORE TEA?" your mother asks, her mouth gaping, not even realizing your
girlfriend's tea-cup is filled to the very top.

"Yes! Well-" Lumina laughs a bit, struggling to look straight at your mother as she gets yet
another cup and fill it, "let's just say I tried to make Emil jealous. Just to see what happened.
Yeah, I said it." Lumina scratches under her ear with a single finger, still giggles all around.

"AHA, and you call my son a BULLY, I see!" Heather rests her elbow on the table, glaring
at Lumina from over the hand under her chin. Then, she winks at you, as Lumina tries to get it
togueter.

Why is everyone blinking at you? Snacks, as if catching your thoughts, blinks at you as well.
You pout hard at your phantom. Yet, despite that, she does seem a bit worried.

(Cont!)

"There was this big guy," Lumina resumes, relentlessly, "that I had been ignoring for a good
while. We started talking, he took me places, I had him buy me a lot of stuff, and I made /dead/
sure Emil saw us holding hands. And what do you know, it backfired," Lumina shrugs, her
voice a bit tense as you faintly ear ten thousand little-wet booms outside while smelling the wet,
warm air. "He wouldn't even look at me in the eye! Mean!"

"AWWwww!!" you react to Lumina's little punch to your shoulder. "What did I do?!", you cry.

"Nothing!" both your mother and Lumina say at the same time.

"And that was the problem! He avoided me all the time, a-and that was when I realized I just
wanted him to bully me like always! Then, this guy," Lumina pauses a bit, maybe for drama,
"tried to do mean things to me after school."

Heather gasps.

"But Emil was there!" Lumina blurts out, giddy. "And he punched the soul out of his face! But
then he walked away, and I followed him, and I broke and said a lot of things I don't remember
because I was so confused, it was all so strange- I didn't know what was going on
between us! And-" Lumina pauses again, this time to smile, "now we are trying to find out
together."

Heather simply stares at her, eyes in utter peace. Finally, she says something while
covering her face: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww......!!!
That's was.... so.... C-U-T-E!!"

Lumina laughs loudly, clutching your hand with hers. Wait, isn't this hand-holding? Wasn't this
lewd? Should you be doing this in front of your mother? Well, as long as she doesn't see...

"That is my boy, EMIL," Heather finally states puffing her chest- which is saying a lot, you
acknoledge. "It doesn't surprise me in the LEAST when he sends a big guy or two to
sleep. He's such a fighter!"

"Huh? Really?" Lumina asks, suddenly out of it.

Your mother nods, sharply. "You just HAD to see him during elementary. He used to fight all
the time with bigger kids. The principal called me so many TIMES, we ended up having a
schedule!"

"I was Sonic," you state, proud of yourself.

Heather nods, sharply. "ONE TIME, the whole class tried to take on him, but he had made
friends with this Special Eds kid who kept saying "Nuckles, Nuckles", all the time.

"Knuckles," you correct. Good times.

Heather lifts a finger. "They couldn't take them!"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!" Lumina seems genuinely thrilled.

Well, yeah. You have to be ready for the forces of evil. A hero of blue justice can't afford to be
weak. That's a luxury for the common, bleak man who spends his life thinking only of sex.

"What about you?" Lumina asks your mother. "You've been so nice to me! I want to know
more about you!"

"Mom is a scientist," you hurry to assert, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Your mother grins but only a little as she looks around. "HAHA! We really didn't even touch the
tea!"

"Oh! Sorry!" Lumina hurries to take a sip.

(Cont!)

You yawn, not even wondering what they are saying anymore. Then, you stand.

"I'm bored. I'll go vidya upstairs, kk byebye."

"But, uh, sweetheart," someone seems to be saying, "how will you play without light?"

"Who's sweetheart?"

"You!", both say.

Light... light... FUCK.

"Speaking of which, it got so LATE!" your mother says, staring out of the window. It's only
after looking at it that you feel the cold breeze again. "Are your parents coming to pick you
up?"

"Oh," Lumina scratches her chin, smiling with both eyes and mouth. "Do you mind if I stay
here for the night? I need Emil to help me with an essay."

Heather opens her mouth, closes it, opens it again, closes it, then her eyes dart towards the
ceiling and then get wide.

"S-SURE!" she says, almost as if terrified. "WE GOT LIKE A LOT OF PILLOWS AND THERE
IS FOOD, FOOD IS NICE YOU CAN EAT IT IF YOU WANT TO, I MEAN IT'S OK IF YOU
DON'T WANT TO TOO!"

Your mothers frantically head turns to the right, then to the left, dragging her blue hair for a ride.

"And it's so COLD, right?!" she says, finally.

"And there's all that rain!" Lumina says. then giggles. "Thank you!"

"Anytime!"

Lumina giggles yet again. You wait for the next words to ignore to come, but they don't. The
both of them are just looking around. Did anyone lose something?

Suddenly, all 5.3 feet of your mother stand at once. "OH! That's for me! Be right back!"

Carefully, she rushes out of the kitchen, giving you a peck on the forehead on her way out.
You both just look at each other in confusion, Lumina tilts her head and so do you.

Then your mother comes back, talking on the cell-phone. "Sure?! You mean RIGHT NOW?
But WHY?!" Heather stops to hear, nodding from time to time. "OK then, can't be helped!
Just hang on!" She cuts, then sighs very loudly. "What a pain! All they had to do was WATCH,
dammit!"

"What's wrong?" Lumina asks.

"I'll- I'll be leaving, emergency, problems, monsters, experiments, super-powers!" She
says, stuttering a bit between words. "Please take care of Emil for me tonight! I'll be back
tomorrow! Grab some cash if you ever need it! Bye bye!" And with that, and her white lab-coat
hanging over her shoulder, she's out of the house. You both just wait and listen as the car
is started, fails, someone screams "DAMMIT!", and then it's on and away.

"Did you hear the cell-phone ring?" Lumina asks, still looking at the door.

You shake your head. Man, what a pain. She didn't even make you dinner!

>What now?!

>>1694649
Find/make dinner.

>>1697189
First show Lumina the house

>>1697194
Sounds good.

>>1697197
Maybe give her some kind of appetizer so she doesent get too hungry while we make dinner? Nothing complicated, a glass of Aperol Spitz and some olives and cheese

>>1697189
>>1697194
>>1697221

Cooking, then posting!

>>1697194
E: "This is the family portrait."

L: "I can't see it."

You grab a place with a candle from below and get it near the big picture, maybe a bit too close
to it. Lumina gasps. In the picture, there's you, Heather, and at least twenty-six assorted black
men, all of them very fit, bald, smiling, and naked from the waist up, all almost identical. All
crammed together, your head barely showing up.

You start pointing and naming them. "This is Carlos, Bobo, Marcos, Rodrigo, Morgo, Torto,
Sorbo "the Dragonslayer", Fito, Vito, Pito, Pedro, "El Tutu", Aziru der Arcatar, "Malo",
Tutuhiaqui, Limador, Johante, "The Chosen One", Moloko, Tolokoto, Melchor, Cabral, "The
Immortal Titan", Huin-ga'ne, Br-ohar-monotaganite, "The Redeemer", that's mom,
and that's my face over there."

"Woah," Lumina says, visibly absorbed, "your family is really huge!"

You nod, happy. "I have a lot of uncles!"

"Wait, who is that?"

"You. That's a mirror."

"Oh!"

"And that's the bathroom," you say, pointing towards the door. Some light comes in,
fortunately. "I do most of my writing there."

Your stomach grumbles, drawing all the attention. Yet it feels so satisfying that it
happened just at the right time- it's so anime!!

>>1697189

At first glance, you realize you won't be able to complain about a lack of mats. Which is quite a
pain in the ass, because now you'll have to cook.

"There's... so much food!" Lumina says, visibly gaping at the open shelf. "How... why? I mean-
it's not... It's great, really, but why don't you just order it when you have to eat?"

"Duh, that's expensive as hell," you blurt out, mockingly. "Eh, sometimes we do, though. For
pizza and stuff."

You stare at the stuff, mixing the ingredients in your mind- and even from there comes smoke.

>>1697221

"Have this while I cook."

As she sits, you push the plate in front of her. It's a glass of Aperol Spitz with a whole, uncut
lemon inside, and a small tray with olives and assorted cheese. She looks at it, then at you.

"But," Lumina asks, "aren't you hungry too?"

"Yeah dude, but I gotta cook," you say, as you open one of the gas valves on the oven and try,
with your lighter, where the gas is coming from. You always forget. You shake once the fire
turns all of a sudden.

You put the pan, some oil, try to remember the instructions, then drop a whole unpeeled
banana inside. You stare at it, grinning widely.

"Yeah," you say. Like a simple man enjoying simple things.

Meanwhile, Snacks seems to be losing it.

>Ghosts aren't real.
>"But what should I cook?"

>>1697325
>"But what should I cook?"
I suggest something easy to make so that we dont screw up. Saffron risotto for first dish, sausages with baked potatoes for second dish.
Let's also make a bowl salad with tomatoes and mozzarella. Fresh water to drink, room temperature.

>>1697409
The phantom is, from the corner of your eyes, flailing both of her arms widely. Sighing, you
finally give her some attention.

"But what should I cook?!" you ask, resting both hands on your waist.

Lumina replies, but you aren't hearing her. You are focused on Snacks... who seems to take
this seriously, as her open eyes imply. Of course, she's never staring straight at you.

"First, we'll get all the ingredients. A little butter, a medium onion. Chop it. Two pinches of
saffron. Rice, add it to a bowl. More. More. Less! White wine. It's right there; leave it there
for now."

You remember your mother used to drink a lot. You were like... ten or something by the time.
She hasn't gotten drunk ever since.

"A liter of vegetable stock, use those two stock cubes. Two fennel bulbs. Slice those into thin
wedges. Two asparagus tips, big enough-yes, that will do. A lemon. Four eggs... careful.
Parmesan cheese. Do we have parsley leaf? That will do, just a handful. Chop it. Olive oil."

Snacks floats around the ingredients, occasionally going through walls and furniture
as she mumbles to herself. Finally, your very own personal ghost takes a /deep/ breath, that
seems to suck in the very black from your hair.

S: "Heat the butter in the frying pan. Medium heat; wait until it melts. Add the onions, wait
until those are soft. Mix the saffron with two tea spoons of hot water, let it infuse. Pour the rice
into the frying pan and stir; coat the rice as well. Add the white wine. A little... are you trying ot
get her drunk?"

E: "No!"

S: "Add saffron water, then cook."

E: "How long?"

S: "Two minutes."

You sigh and do as she says. After all, whatever the hell she comes up's with is
'bound' to be better than your banana, right?

S: "Pour in a little more of stock, a bit more, a bit... perfect. Stir and let the rice soak up the
liquid. More stock, do the same. Stir. Turn the grill, medium-high setting. Place the fennel and
asparagus on the baking tray, drizzle with-

E: "Where and what's that?"

S: "Right next to you left hand."

E: "K."

S: "Drizzle with olive oil, add the lemon zest and season it with sea salt and black pepper.
More; that's way too little. Good! Now, toss it all together, place it under the grill, and wait for ten
minutes."

E: "Are you suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure this is gonna work?"

S: "Meanwhile, bring the large saucepan of water to the boil, add the eggs and cook for five
minutes. Drain, peel, and slice in half. Add the grated cheese to the risotto and season it.
Good, you are doing very well so far! Grab the bowls."

E: "These, right?"

S: "Yes. Serve the risotto, top it with the fennel, asparagus, and eggs. Sprinkle with the parsley
and remaining cheese, and squeeze over some lemon juice to finish."

E: "I'm going to cut myself cutting this lemon."

S: "I believe in you. I'll always will!"

E: "Even if I swallow a whole knife?"

Snack sighs. "Maybe even then!"

The end result, it seems, is a creamy, thick, but wet, risotto- without smoke

By the end of it all, the table is crowded by two bowls of saffron risotto, sausages, baked
potatoes, a bowl of salad with tomatoes sprinkled with parmesan cheese, and two
glasses of water. All of that under Lumina's wide open red eyes.

"There's... so much food!" she says.

"Hey, how come you are surprised?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. "You've got that castle and
limo and /that/ ps4 and all of that, this should be like misery to you."

She seems to ponder about this. "I don't get that much attention, so I usually just call
delivery when I'm hungry. I don't really understand why someone would have so much
food in the same place, but I think it's really nice. It seems I... kinda like full fridges."

"Oh," you add, insightfully.

Without a word, you dig into your hard-earned food. It's... very tasty, actually. You stop, and
stare at it in awe; how the fuck is this so tasty? Cooking is a pain in the ass, that's why you
leave that to your mother while you delve in important stuff like the secrets of Sonic and the
Quran. And yet, you feel quite satisfied right now.

So much that, maybe, you just notice Lumina covers her face each time she brings food to
her mouth.

When she notices you staring, Lumina looks away. "I'm not... used to eating with other
people, either. Sorry if I'm gross."

You just nod and dig back to your food; she can deal with her own issues, you are sure of it.

You take the lack of a conversation as a compliment because it means the food is so
good that you both rather eat than talk. That, of course, doesn't stop Snacks from severely
glaring at you. Hands on her waist, elbows stretched to the sides while she bends forward
towards you, she doesn't seem that happy.

You point at your full mouth with a clear bad mood; it doesn't stop her in the least.

>"Just what do you want me to do?!

>>1697606
Small talk?

>>1697516
>saffron
Cheap?
NEVER!!
>>1697750
Small talk sounds good.
Maby ask her how living in a mansion/castle is.

>>1697750
>>1699116

Also, Lumina looks pretty moody all of a sudden. What could you be missing?

"So, uh," you ask with your mouth full, then swallow the rice, "what it's like, eh, living in a
mansion?"

"Ah! um..." Lumina fidgets with her fingers, but this time to herself- and very fast at that. "Well, I
get all the things I want. I just have to ask for them."

"Like a PS4?!" You ask, /very/ interested.

"All I want," Lumina says, then nods absent-mindedly. "I have all editions of PS4, the fat, the
slim, the one that's red..."

With your mouth gaping, you shake your head. "But what are you even doing here then? Why
do you even go to school?"

"Well," Lumina starts, scratching her ear nervously, "most animes happen at high
schools and it feels all so new to me-"

"New?"

She blinks, once but slowly. "This is my first year at school."

"You mean you are a freshman?"

She shakes her head. You ponder about this for a while, going as far as to glance at Snacks for
guidance. Your phantom simply shrugs.

"This is my first year at school," Lumina says, slowly, "because I skipped elementary."

...You allow that to sink in. Slowly, you squint your eyes at her; she seems to freeze.

"But that's /AWESOME/," you convey, in the most precise fashion you can muster throughout
the proper means provided to you by language. "Fucking /AWESOME/!"

"U-u-u-uh, you... you'd think s-"

"YEAH!" You shout, both eager and jealous. "Man, elementary was such a fucking SHIT! All
these bullies and assholes and bitches, it was such a fucking shit you know!"

Lumina blinks at you. She seems somewhat dazed.

"But," she says, "I feel like I missed so many things. Like childhood frie-"

"FUCK that," you interject, happy yet biting your lips, startling your girlfriend. "It was /shit/ for the
most part. Teachers washed their hands, retard bullied in groups...Nobody even liked Sonic."
You shake your head, baffled that she was spared and you not. "Being superior was so
fucking hard- eh, what was your name?"

"Lumina."

"Mina?"

She shakes her head. "Lumina."

"Anyway, you dodged a big pile of shit," you finish, almost shrugging. "Guess that's what
being rich does to you."

She... really seems to think this over. For the first time today, you feel like she's not paying
you any attention at all. While Lumina is absorbed, Snacks's head and torso spawn fro
the middle of the table you, making you screech in silence.

"I don't think she's used to bad words," Snacks says, solemnly.

You simply nod to her, with all the honesty you can muster. Even if you may not fully agree.
That lets Snacks simply wander away, through some wall or the other.

"So," Lumina finally says, "it wasn't a waste, then?"

"What?"

"Elementary," Lumina says, looking straight at you. "Skipping elementary school."

>"Hell yeah."
>"Well, it had a few things..." (write in)

Next one is the last post, so think it over!

>>1699339
Take in what Snacks said.
>He-heck no it wasn't a waste.

>>1699362
This.
Also OP do you have a discord or something to tell us when you post?

>>1700608
>>1699362

Nah, but I'm sure I'll keep on writing this from now on.

>>1699362
>>1700608

"Hell- wait, /poopoo/ no it wasn't a waste!" you muster up, as Snack's palm goes right through
her face. Screw you, phantom, I tried.

There's... a certain glint coming from Lumina's eyes across the table; odd, yet calm.

"So," she says, slowly, "it wasn't a waste, then?"

"Duh, I just told you," you say, pointing your finger at her, "no".

"...I see. It's just that I... felt... so behind..." you notice a lone, fast tear going across her cheek,
whose whole trail is then instantly erased by her wrist. Finally, she breaks down crying.

"Haha," you say, "faggot". You stare at Snacks doing the hugging motion on Lumina over and
over again. Giggling, you just take a sip of your fresh water, the freshest water.

Gently, your hands shake, your legs shake, your butt shakes- and now you are standing.
One leg moves, one leg moves, one leg moves, one leg moves... amazed, you just let it happen
and, soon, you are clearly hugging Lumina. You try not to, to no avail. And slowly, the girl hugs
you back. Tightly. Well, at least she smells nice. How come she's wearing perfume?

And what the fuck just happened?

"...I guess this is what boyfriends do, right?" Lumina's muffled voice comes from your
shoulder, where her face is buried. "I've seen this in my eroges sometimes."

"Let's go play Smash," you say.

"But Emil," you barely hear her say, "there's still no light in the house."

"Oh. Right."

"What do we do now?" Lumina asks, and her voice sounds desperate.

"Now," and you really think this one over, "we go to bed."

(Cont!)

Lumina intently studies the pile of clothes that almost completely hides the chair it's on. It's a
small room with white curtains, it has a bed, anime posters, and a desktop PC. And now,
there are a few candles laying around.

"But it's still so early!" Lumina blurts out, her eyes still a bit red. "What are we going to do?"

You puff your chest, in the manliest fashion you can muster. "It's simple". You lift a finger; you
must look like Spike Siegel right now. "The earlier we go to sleep, the earlier we'll wake up
to play VIDYA!"

Lumina's red eyes are bright as she stares at you. "That's so brilliant!" Her mouth is curled,
her balled-up fists under her chin. "But, there's only one bed-"

A rugged, massive yellow sheet falls instantly in front of her, thrown by you from the shelf. Like a
circus director, you introduce her to the massive, inflatable banana that's all over her
shoes.

She blinks at it. "What is-" She blinks even more as you start breathing into it through a
small plastic gap.

"There's another of these in there," you say, eagerly, "just blow into it with ALL YOUR
MIGHT!"

"RIGHT!" Lumina shouts, then starts blowing.

...By the end of it, both of you are gasping on the floor.

"And that is your bed," you manage to say, finally.

Lumina giggles, happy. You notice that your arm is shaking, but you quickly grab ahold of it with
the other.

'Nope', you think to yourself, smiling at Snacks. 'Go get your own'.

Your phantom simply puffs a cheek in a clear display of merciless, utter disdain.

Finally, you manage to stand. There are two dense blankets over your bed, one over the other,
so you take one of those and throw it on the banana. Lumina notices; from the floor, she
smiles very warmly at you. And, before you know it, you are returning the exact same warm
smile at her. Your girlfriend finally crawls to her banana, rests her body over it, then giddily
covers herself with the blanket. She then gives you a happy stare that you sustain, your head
resting on the only pillow.

"Good night, s-sweetheart, haha!" she manages to say, not before breaking into giggles.

"Good night, love," you say, and you both end up blushing way too fucking hard.

Haha. You close your eyes, wondering when the big-ass robots will come. This is, indeed,
/exactly/ like an anime.

The last thing you see, in your world, is Snacks sighing, then vanishing. This time, you think, it was a different kind of sigh.

>>1700860
Try not flail about in your sleep.

Boys, we done for today.

>>1701318
Okay.