week four | mingle

[showhost]

Welcome to your fourth and final week, teens!

There aren’t many changes around the house today: it seems everyone is dialed in on what needs to be done and the upcoming week. Everything that was on the fritz last week is now back to normal, aside from the Dress Up Your Blorbo curse. You can still do that at will.

Anyway, it's fine that all seems quiet.

There’s plenty going on anyway this week.

Dates | Embrace Space | Property Damage, etc | CR Event | A Thing
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Submissions

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[rosethorns]

[Such a gentleman, being so delicate. She smiles, with maybe the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks.]

Expertly done.

[She tugs her sleeve back down, and then with a slight tilt of her head and that smile still in place, she holds her hand out expectantly. Hand it over, mister.]

So now it's my turn to return the favor.

[hgeegh]

Ah, it is, isn't it?

[This is where the real challenge begins. Swallowing, Sanji pulls his own sleeves back—jacket and shirt both—to reveal his wrist, which he then holds out for Dorothea.]

Here.

[rosethorns]

[Godspeed Sanji, because Dorothea cannot help but continue to be a tease. With a smile and a gentle touch, she takes his hand in both of hers and presses a feather-light kiss to his wrist. She lingers for a moment as well, turning her head just enough to make eye contact before pulling away with a little hum.]

There. A kiss for a kiss.

[hgeegh]

[Those eyes pierce straight through him like Cupid's arrow.

His wrist burns like it's been pressed to the burners of a stove-top. Sanji slaps his free hand over his gaping mouth and the bridge of his nose while the other remains frozen in the air once Dorothea has pulled away. Struck speechless and red as a tomato in the face, the most he can do is stare at her with wide, bulging eyes.]